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Title: Naked in School: Outdoor School\par
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Outdoor School\par
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[Author\rquote s Note: I only discovered the Naked in School stories a couple of months ago. (Okay, I\rquote m a little slow at times) I, like so many others have become intrigued with the concept and started a story several weeks ago that like many of my others has gotten out of hand and keeps growing. In the meantime, I have another, hopefully shorter little tale to tell.]\par
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\pard\qc Chapter 1\par
Monday Morning - The Principal\rquote s Office\par
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I wasn\rquote t really surprised when the office aid slipped into my homeroom and handed Miss Morrison a note and she called me up and sent me to the office. I\rquote d been expecting it. Mr. Turner was out for an operation and that left Ol\rquote Leech in charge and I just knew he\rquote d want to give me a pep talk. He\rquote s just that kind of guy.\par
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I gathered up my books and headed for the office. Naturally my homeroom was as far away from the front of the school and the office as it was possible to get and still be in the same building. Though the first period bell had already rang, the halls were full of stragglers and kids who didn\rquote t have a first period class. I waved to a few and slapped some hands. I\rquote m not really popular like Jerry and Carl but I get along with almost everybody. Actually the only student I don\rquote t get along with is Todd Grey, and he\rquote s suspended this week for smoking, so life was good.\par
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As I stepped into the office the long front counter was manned by Mrs. Freed and several office aids writing tardy slips for a about twenty kids lined up in front. I ignored the line and stepped behind the counter. I caught Mrs. Freed\rquote s eye and inclined my head toward Mr. Turner\rquote s office. She nodded.\par
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Carly was standing there outside Mr. Turner\rquote s closed door and that didn\rquote t surprise my either. \par
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\ldblquote He\rquote s on the phone. He said he\rquote d see us in a few minutes.\rdblquote  she explained, and gestured toward the phone on Mrs. Freed\rquote s desk. I looked over and immediately noticed that none of the lights were lit up. He wasn\rquote t on the phone, he was playing games. Ol\rquote Leech, actually Mr. Beech liked to show how important he was by keeping people waiting. I grinned and nodded.\par
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Carly looked back down at the paperback in her hands and I took the opportunity to check her out. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that showed her ass nicely. No holes or rips, that wasn\rquote t her style. An equally tight black turtleneck that showed the lines of a sports bra underneath. Carly\rquote s breasts were about average for a high school junior, a nice handful. Not that I\rquote d ever had my hands on them. Her light brown hair was cut short in what my mom insisted was a pixie cut. A pair of gold butterfly studs in her ears and a gold chain around her neck with a \lquote 1\super st\nosupersub\rquote  pendant completed her look. Carly was all about simple, and simple worked for her.\par
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A little background is in order while we wait for Ol\rquote Leech.\par
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I go to Josef Stalin High School in beautiful Watermelon Mountain, Idaho. And just so you don\rquote t get the wrong idea, Josef Stain High School, Winston Churchill Middle school, and Charles De Gaulle Elementary were built in 1945 just before VJ day and named to honor our allies in the war. When Stalin turned out to be just as big a bully as Hitler, the town decided that to rename the school would be revisionist history and left it. So we go to what is probably the only school in the whole world named after Josef. Krushev pretty much removed Stalin\rquote s name during his term of office and the fall of the Soviet empire took care of whatever he missed.\par
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Carly and I have been best friends since she beat me up in the third grade. We\rquote d just seen a movie about NASA and the role of female astronauts and technicians. On the playground I expressed the opinion that all women were only good for cooking and having babies. Carly cheerfully explained the simplemindedness of my argument. She did it with two hard rights and a left that I never saw. She left me sitting in the dirt crying. After the bruises healed, we became best friends. In my defense, I can point out that I was only repeating what I\rquote d learned at home. My dad, though I love him, is one of the last great male chauvinists.\par
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Jerry moved to the school in the fifth grade and Carl followed in the sixth and the four of us became almost inseparable. I will be the first to admit that at times I\rquote m a little slow, and I didn\rquote t really notice that my best friend was turning into a major babe until we were all freshmen. But Jerry noticed first and the two of them had been going out ever since. Fortunately, our school has no shortage of babes, foxes and hotties, so it\rquote s not like I was lonely. Just nothing special.\par
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\ldblquote Come!\rdblquote  came the command from inside the office and I glanced at Carly as she marked her place with a dollar bill and slid the paperback into her back pocket. For some reason the sight made me think of Angie Burke. Angie was a senior who would hold a dozen things in her hands rather than use one of her back pockets. She did want to ruin the line of her butt, which I\rquote ll admit is rather decorative.\par
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Carly opened the door and Beech motioned us in. He was still holding the phone and talking into it, though I noted that the line light still wasn\rquote t lit. As we stepped us to the desk, I noticed the program box sitting on the sofa against the wall, and since it was Monday, wondered who this weeks victims were going to be.\par
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The Naked in School program, or more usually just The Program had come to Josef Stalin at the beginning of the year. Six students were chosen each week, mostly at random, and those six students attended school completely naked. Two each from the sophomore, junior and senior classes. The freshmen were exempt, the board figured they were under enough pressure just getting through the first year of high school.\par
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During the week, those students were supposed to make their bodies available for examinations and also any \lquote reasonable\rquote  requests. \lquote Reasonable\rquote  being the operative word. If the NiS student refused a request because of it\rquote s dubious reasonableness, the matter went in front of a peer review council. If the council decided that the request was in fact Reasonable, the NiS\rquote er would have to do an extra week in the program.\par
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The peer review council was one of the changes the Watermelon Mountain school board made in the program when it adopted it. In most schools, the principal passed on the reasonableness of a request. They made two other big changes in the program from the way it was run in other schools. The program ended when the last bell rang. It did not apply to after school activities such as plays and sports. And it most especially did not apply to students in town. \par
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The second big change was the buddy system. Students could sign up with one to three of their friends to do the program together. The board thought this would give the students an added support system. For instance, Carly and I had signed up to do the program with Jerry and Carl. So that if any one of us were chosen, all of us would be in the program together.\par
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The program box was ceremonial. It was where students chosen for the program deposited their clothes when first placed into the program, and each day when they arrived at school.\par
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\ldblquote And where and Mr. Winter and Mr. Doan?\rdblquote  That would be Jerry and Carl.\par
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\ldblquote They won\rquote t be here until third period.\rdblquote  Carly answered. \ldblquote They\rquote re picking up the dunk tank for the school carnival.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I see.\rdblquote  Beech mused. I didn\rquote t. What did Carl and Jerry have to do with anything. They weren\rquote t... \par
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I glanced at the program box, then I glanced at Carly who was already looking at me.\par
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\ldblquote Mr. Beech, I...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote We\rquote ll deal with that when the time comes.\rdblquote  Beech interrupted me. \ldblquote For now, you two have been chosen for the program.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote That won\rquote t work.\rdblquote  I blurted out.\par
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Beech took off his glasses and set them on the desk blotter. Then he placed both his hands on the upper corners of the blotter and let me have his most intimidating stare. \ldblquote I\rquote m sorry, Mr. Conners, if our plans interfere with your social life or whatever, but this school does not and will not revolve around you.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote But, sir...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote But nothing. You may remove your clothes now, or I can call the strip club to do it for you.\rdblquote  The strip club were four seniors, all football players who thoroughly enjoyed helping unwilling program participants get into the spirit of the program.\par
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\ldblquote Sir, I\rquote m not saying no. I just want to do it next week instead.\rdblquote  I tried to explain.\par
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\ldblquote As I said before. This school does not revolve around you. I set the schedule and that schedule says right now.\rdblquote  he said firmly.\par
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\ldblquote Maybe you should talk to Mr. Turner first.\rdblquote  I suggested and realized it was a mistake as soon as I said it. Mr Turner was thirty eight years old, had been principal of Watermelon Mountain for three years and got several offers a year from other schools. Beech was fifty seven and no one had ever offered him a school of his own. Major insecurity issues.\par
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Beech stood up, leaning over the desk on his hands and glared at me. \ldblquote I\rquote m well aware that you don\rquote t feel I can run this school without Mark Turner\rquote s help, but YOU WILL do as you\rquote re told, and I\rquote ll have no more nonsense out of you.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote But...\rdblquote  I started.\par
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Carly put her hand on my arm and interrupted. \ldblquote Mr. Beech, we don\rquote t have any problem with the program. But we\rquote re not even going to be here this week.\rdblquote  she said simply.\par
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\ldblquote What do you mean?\rdblquote  he demanded. \ldblquote You\rquote re here now and you know that students who fake illnesses or skip school do an extra week for every missed day.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Mr. Beech!\rdblquote  Carly said with only a trace of exasperation. \ldblquote Paul and I are two of the students assigned to outdoor school this week.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote  he said and sat down. I thought we\rquote d gotten through to him, but after a few seconds he said, \ldblquote I don\rquote t see a problem. This is a regular school activity not extra curricular. You\rquote ll do it naked.\rdblquote  He leaned back in his chair and tried to look like he was Solomon and had just handed down a royal decree.\par
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\ldblquote You do realize that this is the middle school?\rdblquote  I asked with a little more sarcasm than was wise.\par
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\ldblquote Yes, Mr. Conners. I realize that outdoor school is for middle students. I may not be Mark Turner, but I am not an idiot.\rdblquote  he brought his fingertips together in a pyramid in front of his body. \ldblquote Junior high and even elementary students have visited the high school, and we don\rquote t cancel the program for them. I don\rquote t see that this is any different.\rdblquote\par
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I wondered if getting suspended by explaining to this horse\rquote s ass exactly what the difference was, would count as skipping school for extra program time. I was pretty sure that Ol\rquote Leech would make sure it did.\par
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\ldblquote Perhaps you should check with Mr. Atwood?\rdblquote  Carly suggested diplomatically.\par
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\ldblquote Mr. Atwood is a teacher at the middle school. I am the principal of the high school...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Acting!\rdblquote  I insisted, knowing that I\rquote d pay for it down the line but enjoying the look of annoyance on his face now.\par
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\ldblquote Acting.\rdblquote  Beech acknowledged. \ldblquote Mr. Atwood will live with it or find two other students to help him.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Considering that we leave in forty five minutes...\rdblquote  I said, glancing at my watch, \ldblquote That may not be very convenient.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote That is not my problem.\rdblquote  Isn\rquote t it nice to see all of our educators working together for the common good.\par
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\ldblquote Maybe you might want to check with Mr. McCoy? He might want to set policy on this.\rdblquote  Carly suggested. Mr McCoy was our district superintendent and generally pretty reasonable. He actually had a doctorate in education, but with the first name of Leonard, discouraged the honorific.\par
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Beech stood again. \ldblquote I do not need McCoy\rquote s help on every little question, no matter what you two might think. YOU WILL GET UNDRESSED AND GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE AND YOU WILL DO IT NOW!\rdblquote  he yelled with his face turning red.\par
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I almost reminded him that it was Mr. Turner\rquote s office, but a look from Carly silenced me. She backed up to me and lowered her chin to her chest and I realized that she wanted me to undo her necklace. I reached up and with only a little fumbling undid the clasp.\par
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She cupped the necklace in her hand and put it in her front pocket and then without a further word grabbed the bottom of er turtleneck and pulled it up over her head. For some reason I was surprised that her sports bra was black. I guess I expected pink or something. She had her bra off as fast as her shirt and stood in front of us topless.\par
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Her tits were as beautiful as I\rquote d ever imagined. As I mentioned before, they were just about a handful and surprisingly they were as tan as the rest of her, or maybe that was her natural coloring, after all it was March. Her areolas were about the size of a fifty cent piece with nice erect nipples.\par
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\ldblquote Stop staring and get undressed.\rdblquote  Beech ordered and I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks. I decided that something nasty needed to happen to the leech. I\rquote d have to talk to Carl, he had the most devious mind in our group.\par
I pulled my own t-shirt off and pushed my jeans and underwear down. I have narrow hips and didn\rquote t even bother unbuckling my belt. In a flash, everything was bunched around my ankles. I was so mad that I didn\rquote t even get hard at the thought of being naked in front of Carly. I just glared at Beech as I used my feet to kick off my shoes and push my clothes off my ankles and step out of them.\par
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As I reached down to gather up my clothes, I looked beside me and my mad turned instantly to lust. Carly as balancing on one leg as she pulled her own jeans and panties off the other. She had legs that seemed to go on forever and a lush little patch of brown fur just on top of her little pink slit. I thought I saw the tip of her clitoris peeking out, but told myself that it was just horny imagination.\par
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As I straightened up, there was an iron rod sticking straight out from my pelvis. I tried to ignore it for the sake of what little dignity I had left.\par
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\ldblquote We\rquote ll go ahead and take our clothes.\rdblquote  Carly announced. \ldblquote Since we won\rquote t be back until Sunday.\rdblquote  She turned and headed toward the door. I followed. Out in the main office, everyone, even Mrs Freed was staring as we came out. I guess Ol\rquote Leech had been a little loud.\par
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The six office aides, did I mention they were all girls, were clustered around the counter and a couple whistled cat calls at me. I grinned and waggled my tentpole in their direction.\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote m getting you fixed.\rdblquote  Carly giggled as we passed by.\par
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Monday Morning - Middle School Parking Lot\par
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Outdoor school is a program that a lot of schools around the country have adopted. It\rquote s usually for students in the sixth, seventh, or eighth grades and lasts for three to seven days. In our district it was for the sixth graders at Winston Churchill and lasts from Monday morning until Sunday afternoon. The sixth graders are broken into four groups, two of boys and two of girls.\par
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The program takes place at a nature camp owned by the state department of education and shared by the different schools in this half of the state. We were lucky that the camp was only two hours away, some schools had really long bus rides.\par
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Josef Stalin has an education class for students who are thinking of becoming teachers, and we frequently helped out in the elementary or middle schools, The top four students in the class are chosen to assist with outdoor school. Picture me shining my fingernails on my chest and blowing on them in pretend modesty since Carly and I were one and two in the class. Though I won\rquote t bore you with who is who.\par
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The roster also includes a parent chaperone for each group and four of the middle school teachers.\par
The trip to the middle school parking lot took about a minute and a half. We shared a common parking lot. So it was out the front door of the school, after stopping at our lockers to grab our backpacks and stuff our clothes into them, across the high school side of the parking lot and into the middle school side where four buses were waiting.\par
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We saw Mr. Atwood standing between two of the buses, his foot on a bumper writing on a clipboard. I glanced sideways at Carly, she shrugged and we headed for him.\par
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\ldblquote Mr. Atwood. We have a slight problem.\rdblquote  I said as we approached.\par
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Mr. Atwood growled. \ldblquote I don\rquote t have time for slight problems. I don\rquote t have time for small problems and I definitely don\rquote t have time for big problems.\rdblquote  he said without looking up.\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t have a problem, but you might.\rdblquote  I explained.\par
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\ldblquote I also don\rquote t have time for riddles.\rdblquote  he moaned. \ldblquote If you\rquote re not part of the solution, you\rquote re part of the...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Mr. Atwood, look at me.\rdblquote  Carly said.\par
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Atwood looked up, smiled and looked back at his clipboard. Then he looked up again, this time his eyes having trouble staying in his head. \ldblquote You\rquote re...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Naked.\rdblquote  Carly and I finished for him.\par
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\ldblquote But....\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote The program.\rdblquote  Carly explained.\par
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\ldblquote But...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Beech said if you don\rquote t like it, you can get other volunteers.\rdblquote  I explained.\par
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\ldblquote Give me a second to process...\rdblquote  he said, I noticed that his eyes hadn\rquote t left Carly\rquote s tits. Not that I could blame him.\par
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\ldblquote Well...\rdblquote  he said finally. \ldblquote I guess we\rquote ll just have to deal with it. The kids all know about the program. And some of them have been over at the high school and seen participants.\rdblquote  He looked me over for about ten seconds and then studied Carly for about a minute. \ldblquote There\rquote s a section in the program pamphlet about protective gear for activities, so if it gets cold or wet, you have my permission in advance to put on as much clothes as you need.\rdblquote\par
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I was glad he thought of that, because I hadn\rquote t. The outdoor school camp was pretty high up on the mountain and in March it could still get pretty cold, not to mention rain or snow.\par
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Mr. Atwood finally stopped staring at Carly\rquote s chest and looked back at his clipboard. \ldblquote Are Doug and Marcia...\rdblquote  he left the question unfinished.\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t think so.\rdblquote  Carly answered. \ldblquote Beech was looking for Jerry and Carl, but he didn\rquote t mention anybody else.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote That\rquote s something.\rdblquote  he muttered. \ldblquote We have 115 students this year. I\rquote ve broken them into four groups. Paul your group is twenty-eight of the boys and Carly your group is twenty-seven. Doug and Marcia each have thirty in their groups, but they have easier groups. I figured you two could handle it. Is this...\rdblquote  he glanced again at our naked bodies, \ldblquote going to make a difference?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t think so.\rdblquote  I answered quickly and Carly nodded.\par
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\ldblquote Each group has a counselor.\rdblquote  he nodded to us, \ldblquote and a parent chaperone.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I hope the parents don\rquote t freak.\rdblquote  Carly muttered, and Atwood nodded.\par
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\ldblquote We have four buses, so we\rquote re going to divide by group right here. Carly you\rquote ll be in bus one and Paul in bus two.\rdblquote  He looked up and we nodded our understanding. \ldblquote Remember, this is supposed to be fun, but it\rquote s also supposed to be a learning experience.\rdblquote  We nodded again. \par
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\ldblquote And it looks like it\rquote s Showtime.\rdblquote  he said and we looked toward the middle school and saw a huge mob heading our way. The noise was incredible as over a hundred kids talked excitedly at once, but amazingly it quieted as they got near the bus.\par
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You know the dream they\rquote re always talking about. Where you walk into class without your clothes on. A class, that\rquote s like twenty-five or thirty kids. Now imagine 115 students, three other teachers, four parents, four bus drivers and two other high school counselors. Have you ever had 256 eyes stare at you when you were stark naked? It\rquote s disconcerting.\par
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I turned to whisper something to Carly and my hard-on which had come back with all the eyes on me brushed against Carly\rquote s leg. That caused a lot of giggles from the mob. It also caused me to blush bright red. I could feel the blush on my face and neck and it wouldn\rquote t have surprised me if it extended all the way to my pointy little spear, but I resisted the temptation to look.\par
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\ldblquote Settle down!\rdblquote  Mr. Atwood said. He didn\rquote t yell, but his voice projected out through the mob. \ldblquote Settle down or we\rquote ll all go back to class.\rdblquote  That got their attention. \ldblquote A few of you may have noticed that two of our counselors have been chosen for the program this week.\rdblquote  That got a few laughs.\par
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\ldblquote Does anyone have a problem with Paul and Carly being in the program?\rdblquote  The kids all stood frozen staring at me and Carly. Three of the parents standing in the back looked at each other, not sure whether they should object or not. The forth parent, a woman just stared at me with a funny grin on her face, which made me feel even more naked. I wasn\rquote t sure if I wanted anyone to object or not. If they objected, did that mean that Mr. Atwood would tell us to get dressed, or tell us to go back to school.\par
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\ldblquote No objections, good.\rdblquote  he continued.\par
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\ldblquote Hey Doug.\rdblquote  I called. \ldblquote You\rquote ve already been in the program. You could strip too, for moral support.\rdblquote  I called out.\par
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Doug shook his head, \ldblquote What makes you think I support your morals.\rdblquote  he called back with a grin.\par
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\ldblquote Marcia?\rdblquote  Carly called out.\par
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\ldblquote Doesn\rquote t make the right fashion statement.\rdblquote  she yelled back. I had to admit I liked the fashion statement she was making with her tight jeans and low cut sweater which showed off the tops of her large breasts. \par
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Definitely not dress code.\par
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Yes, strangly enough, we still have a dress code that tells girls just how much leg or chest they can show, and things like that. Sometimes it\rquote s like living in an alternate universe. Carly can run around nude, but Marcia could get detention because her skirt was too short, or she showed too much cleavage. Go figure adults.\par
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Mr. Altman decided to get us back on track. \ldblquote When I call your name, please go stand in front of the bus number I give you. Robert Allen, bus four. John Alman, bus two. Sally Atwood, bus one. That\rquote s my bus by the way.\rdblquote  His daughter stepped forward and stuck her tongue out at her dad. Mr. Atwood smiled at his daughter and stuck his tongue out in return, then checked that the boys had both gone were they were supposed to.\par
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It took about twenty minutes to get all the groups together in front of their buses.\par
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\ldblquote Doug, you and Mr. Martell will be on bus four. Marcia, you have bus three along with Mrs Tate. Mr. Linwood and Paul will have the second group and Carly and I will be on the first bus. Parents, you\rquote re on the same bus as your child. Everybody ready?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Mr. Atwood?\rdblquote  a hand went up in the line for bus one.\par
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\ldblquote Yes, Ashley.\rdblquote\par
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A girl stepped out of her place in line and I recognized her as Ashley Martin. She was very pretty and just a little taller than most of the girls in line with her. She was a sixth grader, though she was thirteen. She\rquote d been held back in the forth grade. Carly and I helped out in the middle school frequently and I knew Ashley could always be called upon to make an embarrassing comment or question.\par
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\ldblquote My big brother was in the program a couple of weeks ago.\rdblquote  I remembered. Dennis had not been a happy camper. His cock was huge and hard almost constantly and he got real tired of all the comments and jokes. Being an all-state halfback, most of the jokes were made where he couldn\rquote t hear them.\par
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\ldblquote That\rquote s nice, and your point?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Well, I read the program pamphlet.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Yes?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Boys are supposed to use girl\rquote s restrooms and showers and vice versa.\rdblquote  I saw what was coming and made a mental note to hurt Ashley.\par
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\ldblquote Yes?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Shouldn\rquote t Paul be with our group and Carly with the boys then?\rdblquote  she asked sweetly.\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t know...\rdblquote  he mused, looking at me and Carly, then at the four groups of preteens.\par
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\ldblquote After all, the program is set up that way for a reason.\rdblquote  Ashley continued.\par
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Mr. Atwood looked upset and motioned for the other teachers to join him. The stepped back and went into a huddle a few feet away. I don\rquote t know what was said, but I saw Mrs. Tate motion to the small building set off at the top of the parking lot, the district office.\par
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After a minute, the huddle broke apart. \ldblquote Miss Martin has a good point. Paul you\rquote ll be with me and Carly, you\rquote ll go with Mr. Linwood.\rdblquote  I thought I saw a small smile creep across Linwood\rquote s face, but who could blame him.\par
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\ldblquote All right, pardners...\rdblquote  Mr. Atwood said in a passable John Wayne imitation as he circled a finger above his head, \ldblquote Head \lquote em up and move \lquote em out.\rdblquote\par
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I stepped up behind the line of girls boarding the first bus, making sure my spear didn\rquote t goose the sixth grader in front of me. In the front of the line, I could hear Sally Atwood telling everybody \ldblquote Daddy practices the John Wayne bit every year.\rdblquote\par
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It was a large bus. Much larger than necessary for the twenty seven girls, teacher, parent and me. The girls all settled in the back of the bus while Mr. Atwood and Debbie Martin, Ashley\rquote s mom took the seats on either side of the aisle in the first row. That left five rows of empty seats between the adults and the kids and I took the row in the middle leaving me a nice little no-man\rquote s land in between.\par
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The first hour was pretty quiet. I could hear Mr. Atwood and Mrs. Martin up front discussing old rockers like Elton John, David Bowie and Peter Frampton. In the back I could hear the buzz of a dozen different conversations and at least three different boom boxes.\par
My cock would soften then some little munchkin would go up front to ask Mr. Atwood something and coming back would make a point of checking me out and I\rquote d get hard all over again. It was not the most comfortable ride I\rquote d ever taken.\par
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I was almost dozing when a small voice brought me back. \ldblquote Can I touch it?\rdblquote  I opened my eyes and three girls were hanging over the seat in front of me and two more stood in the aisle. Janae was in between Danni and Stephy, the twins. Ashley and Kayla were standing in the aisle. It was Kayla who\rquote d spoken.\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t think so.\rdblquote  I answered stiffly, aware that my cock twitched at the thought of being touched.\par
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\ldblquote The rules say any reasonable request.\rdblquote  Ashley reminded me.\par
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\ldblquote That\rquote s for high school students.\rdblquote  I told her, my voice making it clear that I thought she was a little girl. Though I had to admit, for a little girl, her tits were just as big as Carly\rquote s and she didn\rquote t bother with a bra.\par
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\ldblquote Actually, the pamphlet says \lquote student request\rquote . It doesn\rquote t specify high school student.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote But...\rdblquote  what did she do, memorize the damn thing.\par
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\ldblquote What happens if you turn down a reasonable request?\rdblquote  Janae wanted to know.\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote d have to do an extra week in the program.\rdblquote  I admitted.\par
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\ldblquote So, can I touch it?\rdblquote  Kayla asked again.\par
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\ldblquote I guess...\rdblquote  I started, but Kayla had sat down next to me and without any hesitation wrapped her eleven year old hand around my favorite appendage.\par
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I kept reminding myself that she was a little girl and I was almost an adult as my cock reacted to the feeling of her hand around it. It felt damn good, especially after having been hard so long. I was amazed that I didn\rquote t shoot off at once.\par
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\ldblquote Let me.\rdblquote  Danni said and reached over the seat. Kayla let go of my shaft and cupped my balls as Danni\rquote s hand wrapped around the head of my cock.\par
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\ldblquote Too bad you\rquote re not in school, then you could ask for relief.\rdblquote  Ashley mused. The program allowed boys to ask for relief at the beginning of each period. Usually one or more girls would volunteer to help but sometimes the unpopular ones would have to do it to themselves. \ldblquote Would you like relief?\rdblquote\par
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You know the scene in the old science fiction movies when a computer would sputter and spark as it tried to process two conflicting commands? That\rquote s what my head felt like. On the one hand, the idea of a little girl giving me relief was ridiculous. I mean, I\rquote m not some kind of child molester. The hands on my cocks were only eleven for heaven\rquote s sake. But on the other hand, my damn cock had been hard almost continuously for two hours and the idea of relief was like the holy grail. \par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t...\rdblquote  I\rquote m not sure what I was going to say, my brain was still spinning. But Ashley took it for yes. She leaned across Kayla\rquote s lap and her lowered her face over my crotch. Danni let go of my shaft and Ashley sucked the head into her mouth. As her lips closed over my cock, I felt a wave of pleasure like never before.\par
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My balls, still cupped in Kayla\rquote s hand clenched and then released in a spasm and I could feel the first gush of semen explode from the head of my cock into Ashley\rquote s mouth. I had the feeling that she\rquote d done this before, because she reacted like a vacuum cleaner, pulling every drop deep into her throat. My eyes clenched shut and I felt like I was riding a wave of pleasure as Ashley\rquote s tongue expertly caressed my head and her lips moved up and down my shaft.\par
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\ldblquote Go Ashley, Go Ashley.\rdblquote  I heard the three girls in the seat ahead of us chant.\par
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\ldblquote I see everything\rquote s all right here.\rdblquote  I heard Mr. Atwood say and opened my eyes to see him standing in the aisle next to us.\par
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\ldblquote Uh.\rdblquote  was all I could say.\par
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\ldblquote Everything\rquote s fine.\rdblquote  Ashley said as she sat up and wiped a single drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. \ldblquote I was just giving Paul a little relief.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote That\rquote s very nice of you.\rdblquote  Mr. Atwood said and passed back toward the back of the bus. I wondered if I could still get into Stanford if I got expelled for getting a blowjob from a sixth grader while on a school trip.\par
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Then I remembered that Ashley\rquote s mom was just a few rows ahead of us. I looked forward and she had leaned back and appeared to be dozing. The girls were all playing with my deflated cock, which I worried wouldn\rquote t stay deflated long if they continued their explorations.\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote d better go back to your seats now.\rdblquote  I said in a raspy voice. \ldblquote We\rquote ll be at the camp soon.\rdblquote\par
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The younger girls started to complain but Ashley took charge. \ldblquote Sure thing. After all, we\rquote ve got all week.\rdblquote  They got up and with Stephy giving my snake a last squeeze moved toward the back of the bus. I wondered what Ashley meant by that.\par
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\ldblquote I see the swellings gone down.\rdblquote  Carly greeted me as I stepped off the bus. Ours was the last bus to arrive.\par
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\ldblquote How was your trip?\rdblquote  I asked. I\rquote d been the last one off the bus. The girls in my group had all joined into the general mob in the dirt parking lot of the camp.\par
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\ldblquote Interesting. You\rquote d think none of those boys had ever seen a tit before.\rdblquote  she said with a grin.\par
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\ldblquote Well, it is an especially beautiful tit.\rdblquote  I said and blushed.\par
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\ldblquote Thank you.\rdblquote  Carly replied with a raised eyebrow. \ldblquote How was your ride?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote It was fine the first half, but then a few of the girls thought that touching my, uh, cock was a reasonable request. Did you know that the pamphlet doesn\rquote t specify high school students when it talks about reasonable requests?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Yeah. I\rquote ve got one in my bag and I read it as soon as I got on the bus. Did you let them?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I had to, it was reasonable.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Yeah, I don\rquote t want to do an extra week either. So whose hand did you cum all over and did you scare her?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I, uh...\rdblquote  Carly arched her eyebrow again and I decided to come clean. \ldblquote Actually, Ashley gave me a blowjob. She thought I needed relief.\rdblquote  I knew I was blushing again. \ldblquote I didn\rquote t ask.\rdblquote  I added quickly.\par
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\ldblquote Ashley Martin?\rdblquote  I nodded. \ldblquote Why am I not surprised?\rdblquote  she asked herself.\par
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She looked at my face and laughed. \ldblquote I\rquote ll bet you\rquote re feeling guilty as hell?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Wouldn\rquote t you?\rdblquote  I retorted.\par
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\ldblquote Knowing you and knowing Ashley and understanding male anatomy, not a bit.\rdblquote  she said smugly.\par
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The day went pretty smoothly from there. We took about an hour to get everyone settled in their bunk rooms. The bunk rooms were long with thirteen bunkbeds on one side and twelve bunk beds and a single bed on the other. The single bed was for the student counselor and sat right next to the door. In the back, there was a shower room with a large open shower and half a dozen toilet stalls and sinks. Then next to it their was a small room for the chaperone. My bunkroom was on one side of the dining hall and Carly\rquote s was on the other. There were two more bunk rooms on either side of the recreation hall. And a small building in between that held the administration office and several small apartments for the teachers.\par
With beds for fifty and only twenty seven girls, we had lots of room to spread out. After we all settled in, we headed next door to the dining hall for a lunch of hamburgers and potato chips and listened to the resident camp director tell us about the upcoming week.\par
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Bill Lang was a graduate student in ecology who was spending four months living at the camp and hosting groups from all the schools in this part of Idaho as they learned , or at least pretended to learn about nature.\par
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As we got to know him, we discovered that he was a pretty neat guy, and passionate about nature and ecology. But he was not happy about Carly and me. Maybe I should say after he got done staring at Carly and slobbering, he was not happy about us. He went into a meeting with Mr. Atwood and the other teachers as soon as we were assigned to our bunkrooms. When we saw him at lunch, he still didn\rquote t look happy.\par
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After he\rquote d given us the schedule of events, subject to change by the weather, he called Carly and I up to the small raised stage where the parents and teachers had their table. My cock had been quiet since Ashley gave it her treatment, but now as I stood in front of the room, I felt it stirring.\par
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\ldblquote Ladies and Gentlemen, take a good look.\rdblquote  he ordered and we could feel all the adolescent eyes on us. He indicated that we should turn slowly around and we did. \ldblquote This...\rdblquote  he waved to us, \ldblquote is part of nature, but it is not the nature we are going to be studying. Mr. Atwood has explained THE PROGRAM to me and I think it\rquote s probably a good thing, but try not to let it get in the way of why you are here. We are going to learn about the eco-system of the forest, we\rquote ll leave human anatomy for another time.\rdblquote\par
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He seemed satisfied that they got the message, because he sent Carly and I back to our seats and then gave final instructions for the afternoon\rquote s activities.\par
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My cock decided to behave. It had half risen during Mr. Lang\rquote s talk but then it retreated and all was well. One funny moment happened on our first nature walk. Several of the girls had come over and wanted to feel my limp little worm, including Sally Atwood.\par
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\ldblquote When you let Janae feel you up, she said it was hard and throbbing.\rdblquote  she accused.\par
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\ldblquote Yeah.\rdblquote  I agreed.\par
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\ldblquote It\rquote s not now, That isn\rquote t fair.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Well, I suppose we could go talk to your dad about it. He might have a suggestion.\rdblquote\par
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Sally decided that flaccid was okay and scampered off with her friends.\par
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Can\rquote t you just picture it, Sally standing in front of her father saying, \lquote But Daddy, he won\rquote t get a hard-on for me.\rquote\par
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Anyway, as I was saying, my cock decided to behave until later that afternoon and that was my fault.\par
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The groups had all come back from their nature walks. There were over a dozen different trails and each group had taken a different one. Marcia, Carly and I were all comparing notes, Doug had disappeared somewhere. Marcia\rquote s not my favorite person, in fact, she\rquote s one of my least favorite persons except from a decorative point of view, but when there\rquote s only three other kids your age within thirty miles, you make allowances.\par
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You know how in the teenaged high school movies, there\rquote s always a queen bee type to persecute the hero? Marcia could have eaten her for breakfast. Head cheerleader even though she was a junior and there were four seniors on the squad. Editor of the school paper, and just to break stereo type, vice president of the honor society and captain of the debate team. She was also a stone fox. Coal black hair that hung halfway down her back, generous tits and an ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off it.\par
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So we talked for several minutes and Carly and Marcia decided to go to the rec hall and I was going back to my bunk, that\rquote s when I made my mistake. I watched those two beautiful asses move away from me comparing the way they moved. Carly\rquote s totally unencumbered by clothing, and Marcia\rquote s squeezed into a pair of jeans at least two sizes too small for her. As I watched, my friend came roaring back for a visit.\par
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I walked into the bunkroom and several girls immediately noticed my erect member. A few came out to touch it, including Sally Atwood. \ldblquote That\rquote s more like it.\rdblquote  she cooed as her hand stroked my tentpole. After a couple of minutes, I shooed them away and went to lay on my bed, my flagpole pointing proudly to the ceiling, my hands behind my head, fingers interlaced..\par
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\ldblquote Attention! Attention, K-Mart shoppers.\rdblquote  I yelled after a couple of minutes. \ldblquote In exactly fourteen minutes, at ten till, I will be taking a shower before dinner.\rdblquote  There were a few giggles but mostly the room was quiet. \ldblquote I don\rquote t mention that so that you little pervs can get front row seats...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Hey!\rdblquote  several objected.\par
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\ldblquote But if you don\rquote t want me checking you out in the shower, you may want to get your showers first.\rdblquote  I pretended to stare at the ceiling, but noticed several girls turn bright red at the thought. Most of the girls grabbed towels and headed for the shower room.\par
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I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, counting the lines in the wood grain. Then I swung my legs off the bed and sat up. The room was empty. I checked my watch and rummaged in my backpack for a towel. One thing I\rquote ll say in the program\rquote s favor, it doesn\rquote t take long to get ready for a shower. \par
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I pulled out my favorite Scooby Doo towel and headed for the shower room. The entire group was in there. Most were dressed, but a few were wrapped sarong style in towels. I ignored them and hung my towel on a hook and stepped into the empty shower bay. I turned on the water and let it get hot. \ldblquote Is everybody ready for dinner?\rdblquote  I asked as I stepped under the spray.\par
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There were several grunts and other unintelligible answers. I picked up a bar of soap and started lathering my chest.\par
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\ldblquote I haven\rquote t had my shower yet.\rdblquote  a voice said. Even if I hadn\rquote t recognized Ashley\rquote s voice, I would have known it was her. I looked over and she dropped the towel she\rquote d been wrapped in and stepped toward me. For a thirteen year old, she looked pretty good. I remembered the blowjob she\rquote d given me and my cock twitched. Her tits were the same size as Carly\rquote s though her areolas were smaller and darker. The patch of hair above her pussy was a lot smaller too.\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote ll get your back for you.\rdblquote  she offered and before I could object, she had another bar of soap and was lathering my back. It didn\rquote t take her long to work down to my butt and as her soapy finger slid between my cheeks I felt my cock twitch again.\par
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\ldblquote I need my shower too.\rdblquote  Sally Atwood said and quickly dropped her towel. She was smaller than Ashley. Her tits had just begun to swell and the hair on her pussy was so fine, I almost thought she was bald at first. She stepped into the shower with us, soaped up a hand and without bothering to ask, started to help me clean my cock. Her soapy hand slid up and down my six inches and before I could warn her, my sperm gushed out and splatted across her stomach and legs.\par
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She dropped me and jumped back just as a second stream dribbled out and landed on the shower floor. The other girls laughed as Sally wiped at the sticky white goo. I didn\rquote t know what to say, \lquote sorry about that\rquote  just didn\rquote t seem to cover it. Sally turned and ran out of the shower room, not even bothering to pick up her towel.\par
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Ashley was still cleaning my ass, trying to work her soapy little finger into my asshole. I reached back and captured her hand. \ldblquote Enough!\rdblquote  I said and started rinsing myself off. As I stepped out of the shower and picked up my towel the girls scattered back to the bunkroom. I dried myself off, sneaking a few looks at Ashley who was calmly soaping her sexy little body.\par
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When I was dry, I leaned over and picked up Sally\rquote s towel and walked back into the bunkroom. All the girls were dressed and sitting together in groups on the bunks except Sally. She was still naked and laying face down on her bunk. I walked over and sat down. \ldblquote You okay?\rdblquote\par
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She rolled over and looked at me, \ldblquote I guess so?\rdblquote  It was more of a question than an answer.\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote m sorry about that. I didn\rquote t have time to warn you.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote That\rquote s okay. I was just surprised.\rdblquote  She lifted one leg up and put her foot on the bed next to her other knee, opening her pussy up. \ldblquote Did you like it?\rdblquote  she asked coyly.\par
\ldblquote It felt very good.\rdblquote  I admitted.\par
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\ldblquote Do you want to fuck me?\rdblquote  she asked in her sexiest voice.\par
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\ldblquote No!\rdblquote  I yelled.\par
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The room got very quiet, then the laughter started. Some whispers, then more laughter. Sally looked like she wanted to crawl inside her pillowcase as she lay there staring up at me, just a hint of a tear in the corner of her eye.\par
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I looked around and saw that everyone was staring at the two of us.\par
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I was not happy. Not happy with myself. Not happy with Sally. Not happy with my group. And definitely not happy with Beech. Something very nasty was going to happen to our vice principal.\par
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\ldblquote I will count to three and everyone will be gone to dinner, or you will be very unhappy.\rdblquote  I said in my most serious voice.\par
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\ldblquote Or what?\rdblquote  Ashley challenged. \ldblquote You\rquote ll spank us?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote No, you\rquote d enjoy that. Remember Rick?\rdblquote  There was only one Rick in the sixth grade. Nice kid but a major geek. Picked his nose and his butt and had several other less than wholesome habits. It was a good thing that he was a computer genius because he was going to need ten or twenty million dollars to get a date.\par
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\ldblquote If there is anyone here when I count three, I will arrange for them to get some alone time with Rick. I hear he wants to learn to french kiss.\rdblquote  I grinned.\par
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\ldblquote One.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote re bluffing.\rdblquote  Ashley challenged.\par
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\ldblquote Maybe. Two.\rdblquote\par
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A couple of girls edged toward the door. I grinned and they broke. I never said three, but the room was empty except for Sally and me.\par
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\ldblquote Sit up!\rdblquote  I ordered and she slowly complied. When she was sitting on the side of the bed, I picked her up and sat her on my leg, my arm around her back. I realized that if her dad walked in now, I\rquote d never get to Stanford and would be lucky to get into Watermelon Mountain Community Collage.\par
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\ldblquote Number one. I like you a lot.\par
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\ldblquote Number two. I think you\rquote re cute.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote And number three. You keep surprising me.\rdblquote  \par
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She\rquote d been looking down, whether at her toes or my limp dick, I didn\rquote t know. Now she looked up at me. \rdblquote You think I\rquote m cute? That\rquote s all?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote re twelve. That\rquote s all there is right now. Sorry.\rdblquote  I smiled at her. \ldblquote I\rquote m seventeen and to me, you\rquote re a very cute kid. But you are a kid. Understand?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote But Ashley\rquote s only thirteen and you let her give you a blowjob?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I didn\rquote t let Ashley do anything. She just did. And the difference between twelve and seventeen and thirteen and seventeen may not seem like much, but trust me, it\rquote s huge.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote So you don\rquote t want to do anything with me?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Sally,\rdblquote  I said, taking a stray hair and pushing it back on her head, \ldblquote If I were twelve, I\rquote d be thinking so much about fucking you, that I probably couldn\rquote t pass a second grade spelling test. Cat, K-A-T.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote And if I was seventeen, I wouldn\rquote t give you the time of day.\rdblquote  she said with a grin.\par
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\ldblquote Now that I can believe.\rdblquote  I grinned back. \ldblquote Race you to get dressed and get to dinner. On your mark, get set, go.\rdblquote  I said as fast as I could.\par
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Sally jumped up and started pulling clean clothes out of her bag. \ldblquote Hey, wait a minute.\rdblquote  she said as she pulled on a pair of pink panties. \ldblquote You don\rquote t have to get dressed.\rdblquote  she accused.\par
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\ldblquote I have to put on shoes.\rdblquote  I said in my defense. \ldblquote\par
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I don\rquote t know what she was complaining about. As I was tying my second shoe, she was scooting out the door yelling \ldblquote See ya sucker.\rdblquote\par
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I grinned to myself as I finished tying a bow.\par
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\ldblquote That was sweet.\rdblquote\par
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Even though I was sitting down, I felt like I jumped a foot. I looked around and Debbie Martin, Ashley\rquote s mom was leaning against a bunk about four rows away. \par
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I stood up .\rdblquote I didn\rquote t realize that anyone was here.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I especially liked the part where you told her that if you were twelve, you\rquote d be thinking about fucking her all the time.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I, uh...\rdblquote  what do you say to that. Normally a counselor shouldn\rquote t be talking about wanting to fuck one of his twelve year olds. But there hadn\rquote t been anything normal about this day since I walked into Ol\rquote Leech\rquote s office.\par
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\ldblquote Oh, I\rquote m not mad.\rdblquote  she said as she moved closer. \ldblquote I was jut surprised that you didn\rquote t tell her that you only fucked for love.\rdblquote  She reached down and grabbed my limp cock, cupping it in her hand and rubbing it with her thumb.\par
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\ldblquote I, uh, I couldn\rquote t very well say that after she heard that As... that I\rquote d gotten a blowjob earlier.\rdblquote  I didn\rquote t want to make things worse by admitting that her daughter had done the deed.\par
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\ldblquote Uh.\rdblquote  I was amazed as how quickly my cock was coming alive under her touch. I mean, if Ashley was thirteen that meant she was probably thirty one or two. Intellectually, I realized that wasn\rquote t all that old, but it seemed old. But she was actually a very pretty woman. Big tits and long legs. Not a bad combination.\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote m not twelve. Will you fuck me?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Uh, Mrs Martin, I don\rquote t know...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Hush, I do.\rdblquote  she whispered and continued to stroke my now stiff rod. \ldblquote I\rquote ve been watching that tool of yours all day, and I think I have just what you need.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Maybe you should stop calling me Mrs Martin.\rdblquote  she said as she pulled my cock under her knee length skirt and I realized that she hadn\rquote t bothered with panties. My head touched the folds of her pussy and I realized that she was already wet and ready. I knew I should protest, but instead I drove my cock forward and entered her in one thrust. \ldblquote Easy stud.\rdblquote  she cooed. \ldblquote We have time.\rdblquote\par
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I pulled my cock almost out of her warm moistness and then slammed it back in. She grabbed my hips and then maneuvered us to where she could fall back on the bunk with me on top. With the added leverage I was able to pushed even deeper inside of her. I felt like I was pushing up against her spine. Her cunt seemed to grip at my cock as I tried to pull out again. I felt like I was ready to explode. \par
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She grabbed my shoulders and rolled us over until I was on my back and she was sitting straddled across my hips. \ldblquote Easy big boy.\rdblquote  she cooed, \ldblquote Try to make it last.\rdblquote\par
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I wanted to, but I knew that I was too close. If it hadn\rquote t been for Sally\rquote s accidental hand job a few minutes before, I wouldn\rquote t have lasted this long. Mrs Martin slowly fucked me, her speed building as she realized that I was so close.\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote m gonna...\rdblquote  the rest was lost in a long sigh as the pressure that had been building in me released and my cum gushed into her warm receptive pussy. She kept pumping as she drained every drop from my shrinking cock, the she lay down against me.\par
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\ldblquote Did you...?\rdblquote  I started to ask, embarrassed at my lack of control.\par
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\ldblquote No, but that\rquote s okay. You needed it more than I did.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Hush.\rdblquote  she told me. \ldblquote Next time will be better.\rdblquote\par
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I hadn\rquote t even considered a next time. It may seem callous, but I wasn\rquote t even sure I wanted a repeat performance.\par
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\ldblquote I wasn\rquote t wearing a rubber.\rdblquote  I stuttered.\par
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\ldblquote I noticed.\rdblquote  she grinned as she pulled herself off of me. Her skirt covered her, but I imagined I heard a little plop as my cock pulled free.\par
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\ldblquote It was fun, stud.\rdblquote  she said as she walked away, looking like a typical PTA mom. I wondered if my sperm would leak down her leg.\par
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I lay on the bunk, catching my breath. I was a little embarrassed and a lot annoyed that the Martin family seemed to be taking control of my sex life. I admit, that my sex life hadn\rquote t been much up to this point, but it had been mine. I\rquote d had exactly six blow jobs in my life before Ashley. From two different girls. And now her mom had gotten my cherry. What was next, big brother Dennis going after my ass.\par
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I got up and went in to take another quick shower. I wanted to eat dinner with Carly, and didn\rquote t want to smell like sex.\par
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Carly and I were sitting around one of the campfires. There were six burning, all with logs circled around them for people to sit on. We were both wearing t-shirts and sweat pants since the night had turned cold, even sitting near the fire. I hadn\rquote t bother with underwear, and I knew that Carly hadn\rquote t either, since I\rquote d watched her dress.\par
Most of the kids who\rquote d been sitting around our fire had moved to other fires, or back to the bunkrooms, so Carly and I had some privacy, at least for a few minutes. I put my arm around her and she moved in closer. Strictly for warmth you understand.\par
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Jerry\rquote s dad worked for the Bureau of Land Management for the federal government. I wondered for a second how hard it would be to hack into the BLM computers and transfer him to Texas or Florida. I grinned at the thought.\par
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\ldblquote You seem to be in a pretty good mood.\rdblquote  Carly remarked.\par
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\ldblquote It hasn\rquote t been the worst day in my life.\rdblquote  I admitted.\par
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\ldblquote Program and all?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Program and all.\rdblquote\par
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We stared into the fire for a little while. I noticed a few more kids deserting the fires and heading for the bunkrooms.\par
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\ldblquote Still a virgin?\rdblquote  Carly asked a few minutes later with a small giggle.\par
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I pulled away from her and stared at her startled expression. \ldblquote I, us, that is, I mean, why would you say that?\rdblquote  I sputtered.\par
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Carly grinned. \ldblquote Paul, relax. Breath.\rdblquote  I realized that I hadn\rquote t been. \ldblquote I was making a joke, not an accusation.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Paul. You don\rquote t have anything to be ashamed of. I was joking, I said. You\rquote re my friend, I\rquote m not here to judge you. Obviously something happened. But you have nothing to feel guilty about. You\rquote re in a hard, excuse me, a difficult situation. If you wind up fucking all the little girls in camp, I won\rquote t think any less of you.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote But they\rquote re just kids.\rdblquote  I protested, even though I hadn\rquote t touched any of them.\par
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\ldblquote Fully equipped kids in a lot of cases.\rdblquote  Carly reminded me. I felt relieved. \ldblquote Of course, touch Marcia, and I\rquote ll make your life a living hell.\rdblquote  she added with an evil grin.\par
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\ldblquote Thought never entered my mind.\rdblquote  I said truthfully. I\rquote d admired Marcia, but never considered doing anything with her.\par
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\ldblquote Liar!\rdblquote  Carly accused.\par
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I put my hand over my heart. \ldblquote Swear to God.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Well, okay.\rdblquote  Carly said and settled back against my side.\par
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I decided that I wanted carly to know the truth. To know everything.\par
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\ldblquote It wasn\rquote t one of the sixth graders.\rdblquote  I said softly.\par
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\ldblquote Oh?\rdblquote  she seemed to stiffen a bit.\par
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\ldblquote It was Ashley\rquote s mom.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Uh...\rdblquote  This time she definitely tensed. I wondered if I\rquote d just run off the cliff like Wiley Coyote and was now hanging in mid air, legs pumping and nowhere to go but down.\par
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\ldblquote I think you should know something.\rdblquote  Carly said after a minute. \ldblquote Mrs Martin has already fucked Mr. Linwood today. And I think she might have done something with Bobby Tanger\rquote s dad. She\rquote s kind of a nympho.\rdblquote\par
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I relaxed. Carly wasn\rquote t mad, she was worried about my feelings.\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote m not in love with her or anything.\rdblquote  I assured her. \ldblquote In fact, it wasn\rquote t even my idea. It just kind of happened.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote She couldn\rquote t resist your little toy.\rdblquote  carly said and patted the crotch of my sweat pants. My first reaction was shock. My second was that I wished I hadn\rquote t put on pants.\par
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\ldblquote It\rquote s not that little.\rdblquote  I said defensively.\par
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\ldblquote Relax Tiny.\rdblquote  she said, patting my crotch again. \ldblquote You have nothing to be ashamed of.\rdblquote\par
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I looked around and saw that we were the only ones still sitting by the fires. I made as if to get up. \ldblquote I wonder if Marcia is still up?\rdblquote  I said.\par
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Carly\rquote s hand closed on my cock which had been soft even with the pats, but now started to get hard again. \ldblquote I could have this stuffed and mounted on my wall.\rdblquote  she said with a hard squeeze.\par
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\ldblquote Your mom would never let you.\rdblquote  I said. \ldblquote You\rquote d have to keep it in a drawer.\rdblquote  She squeezed again. \ldblquote If you\rquote re not careful, there\rquote s going to be a mess to clean up.\rdblquote  \par
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\ldblquote Not my problem.\rdblquote  she said and with a final squeeze, let go.\par
\ldblquote You know, it\rquote s been a strange day. I had a dozen different fingers in my pussy.\rdblquote  she mused. I wondered if that was an invitation. \ldblquote And two in my ass.\rdblquote  She stood up. \ldblquote We\rquote d better go check on our animals.\rdblquote\par
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I grunted in reply and stood up too. We walked toward the dining hall together, as we got to the building, we split up and headed for our respective doors. Just before she opened her door, Carly called, \ldblquote You know, I can think of a lot worse things than being in the Program with you at outdoor school.\rdblquote  Then she disappeared inside, leaving me to wonder just what she meant.\par
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Tuesday Morning\par
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\ldblquote You know, you\rquote re cuter than I remembered.\rdblquote  Marcia said as she stepped up behind me. She was wearing a pair of very short cut-offs and a half shirt.\par
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\ldblquote That\rquote s probably because you only remember my clothes, and you didn\rquote t like them.\rdblquote  I said dryly.\par
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\ldblquote Probably. She agreed, missing the sarcasm. We were waiting outside the office for Bill Lang to get copies of the daily schedule. \ldblquote Is that your usual morning wood?\rdblquote  she asked \par
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\ldblquote Uh.\rdblquote  I grunted. Usually, my morning hard-on didn\rquote t last all the way through breakfast.\par
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\ldblquote It\rquote s kind of nice.\rdblquote  she said wrapping her hand around it.\par
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\ldblquote Marcia, I don\rquote t...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Reasonable request, remember.\rdblquote  she said as her hand started moving up and down my shaft. \ldblquote It\rquote s not as big as Tommy Lane\rquote s\rdblquote  she mused. \ldblquote But definitely bigger than Johnny Kenwood\rquote s.\rdblquote\par
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I wondered just how many cocks she\rquote d had her hands on and if she was going to compare me to the entire list. It only took a half dozen strokes before my cock spasmed and three large spurts of cum splattered on the floor.\par
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\ldblquote You really need to work on your endurance.\rdblquote  she suggested as she released my once proud cock.\par
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Before I could think of a retort, the office door opened and Bill Lang stepped out holding several papers. He glanced at the two of us, then the small puddle on the floor. Without a word, he handed us each some of the papers and went back into the office.\par
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I blushed, but Marcia seemed totally unconcerned. She patted me on the butt, said \ldblquote Ta-ta.\rdblquote  and left with her share of the papers. I looked around to see if anyone had seen. I saw no one. I glanced down at the small puddle of goo on the floor, but I didn\rquote t see anything to clean it up with, so I left it.\par
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As I walked back toward the dining hall, I thought about me life. In the last twenty four hours, I\rquote d been blown, fucked, and hand jobbed and not once was it my idea. I wondered if one of the hidden purposes of the program was to have me lose control of my life. Or at least, lose the illusion that I had any control of my life.\par
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I smiled when I saw Carly standing out in front of the dining hall, and wondered how she\rquote d take the news that Marcia had given me a hand job. At least last night had been peaceful. I\rquote d gone back in the bunkroom, my hard-on leading the way and plopped onto my back on my bed. Several of the girls had approached for a feel, but a dark look from me changed their minds. Ashley\rquote s mom hadn\rquote t been around, and in fact didn\rquote t come back all night, though she was sitting at breakfast as if noting had happened.\par
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We were all a little winded as we reached the halfway point of our nature walk. We\rquote d been on trail number three and it was all uphill. The good news was that it would be downhill on the way back. Mr. Atwood was in a good mood. The girls had all seemed at least a little interested as he pointed out various plants and flowers, most marked with small unobtrusive signs. \par
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The handout that I\rquote d brought him from Bill Lang had pointed out spots where we were likely to spot small animals. The girls all cooed over the baby rabbits we saw and had to be reminded repeatedly not to get too close.\par
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A few minutes before we\rquote d reached the top, we\rquote d stopped to watch a hawk circling above us. Everyone was silent as the hawk swooped and circled, then suddenly dove into the brush on the mountainside below us. I think Jenna Magnus summed it up for most of the girls a few seconds later when the hawk returned to the sky a small animal clutched in it\rquote s talons, \ldblquote Uhh, gross.\rdblquote  It was pretty far away and I told the girls it was a big rat, though I thought it was a small rabbit. The circle of life, you got to love it.\par
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Mr. Atwood had me a the back of the pack, watching for stragglers. Unfortunately it also had me watching all those little butts as they wiggled their way up the mountain. About half of the girls were wearing jeans and apparently they had trouble finding their sizes, because most of them looked a few sizes too small. The rest were in shorts and cut-offs, most of which went against the current fad to really long shorts. Most of these were right up to their crotches.\par
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Intellectually, I knew these were kids, Little girls. But somehow my cock didn\rquote t get the message. It was like an old hunting dog that was ready to flush some fresh game. Just a note, taking a long uphill hike with a really hard cock swaying in the breeze is not the most fun way I\rquote ve ever spent a morning.\par
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We scattered around a small clearing at the top of the trail. Mr. Atwood and Mrs Martin were looking at something off to one side and I found a small semi-private area off to the other. I tried sitting on an old log, but old dry bark and bare butts don\rquote t mix well. Scratchy. So I stood, looking back down the mountain.\par
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Watermelon Mountain, both the town and the mountain itself had been named in honor of Jedidiah T. Watermelon. The rumor was that it wasn\rquote t safe for a young good looking guy like myself to bend over when around old Jedidiah. Another rumor was that Jedidiah was actually the son of a British Lord who was a little too friendly with the boys in his Sunday school class and was sent to the United States to make his fortune, and hopefully not embarrass dear old dad. Whatever, it was a beautiful mountain.\par
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\ldblquote Is it a compass too.\rdblquote  A voice said from behind me. \par
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I started to ask what, when I realized that my little spear was pointing almost directly North. \ldblquote It has all sorts of uses.\rdblquote  I said as I turned around. About half of the girls were standing behind me.\par
\ldblquote Maybe you could use it o cut down a tree.\rdblquote  Janae suggested as she wrapped a hand around the head.\par
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\ldblquote Or dig a well?\rdblquote  Sally suggested cupping my balls.\par
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\ldblquote Girls, don\rquote t be mean.\rdblquote  Ashley said as she pushed between them and dropped to her knees. \ldblquote Can\rquote t you see he\rquote s in pain. Don\rquote t you know that one of these can kill a guy if left alone too long.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I really wanted to tell Ashley and all the other girls that was an old myth suggested by boys to girls to take advantage of their nurturing instincts, but at that moment Ashley pulled Janae\rquote s hand away from my cock and her mouth closed on the tip and I really didn\rquote t want to interrupt.\par
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All of the other girls had come over and were watching as Ashley expertly moved her mouth over my long suffering tool. On the one hand, I wanted to prove myself superior and not react to the little minx\rquote s ministrations, but on the other, I wanted to cum so hard I\rquote d blow her onto her ass. I hated myself for reacting to a thirteen year old, but admired her skill. It was a dichotomy.\par
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\ldblquote Maybe you ladies could give them some privacy.\rdblquote  I looked up at Mr. Atwood just as my cock released a torrent of cum into Ashley\rquote s mouth. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that Sally had managed to release my balls and assume a disapproving, somewhat shocked look before her father noticed her\par
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Ashley stood up and grinned unashamedly at Mr Atwood, then moved off toward the other girls. \ldblquote I\rquote ve got to admit you\rquote ve got balls.\rdblquote  Mr. Atwood commented dryly. \ldblquote With her mother only fifty feet away.\rdblquote  I looked over and Mrs Martin was sitting on a log looking the other way.\par
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\ldblquote I, uh, it wasn\rquote t exactly my idea.\rdblquote  I stuttered.\par
\ldblquote You didn\rquote t stop it.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote That\rquote s okay. In your position, I\rquote m not sure I could have stopped it either.\rdblquote  Was that a note of envy in his voice? \ldblquote Just try to be a little more discreet. Like Mr. Lang said, That\rquote s not the kind of biology we\rquote re teaching this week.\rdblquote  He turned to walk back to Mrs Martin and I thought I caught the hint of a smile on his face. I wondered if his reaction would have been as calm if Sally had still had her hand on my balls when he came over.\par
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Tuesday Night\par
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The kids were all sitting in the rec hall listening to Mr. Lang talk about the food chain on the mountain and Carly and I decided to take a walk to help dinner settle. The day had been pretty uneventful since Ashley\rquote s blowjob. We\rquote d finished our hike back at camp and then had lunch. Mr. Lang had given a talk about flowers, then we\rquote d taken another, though shorter nature walk.\par
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We\rquote d gotten back about four and went down to the swimming hole. There was a small stream that ran behind the camp and somebody had built a dam that let a good sized depression fill with water and make a good sized swimming hole. Only about twenty kids braved the water, it came right off the snow melt further up the mountain and was really cold. Most just sat around and enjoyed the free time.\par
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We had dinner about six. Pork chops. I love pork chops and I ate way too many of them. As the kids settled in for their lecture, I was feeling a little uncomfortable in the middle and invited Carly for a walk. We grabbed jackets because it was starting to cool off.\par
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It probably looked pretty funny, two teenagers walking off wearing jackets and nothing else. We finished up at the deserted swimming hole. and used the jackets as seat covers on a convenient log. \ldblquote It\rquote s been a hell of a day.\rdblquote  Carly said as she leaned against me and rested her head on my naked shoulder. \par
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\ldblquote That it has.\rdblquote  I agreed, thinking about Marcia\rquote s hand job and Ashley\rquote s mouth. \ldblquote So how many little fingers explored your pussy today?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote About twenty.\rdblquote  she admitted. \ldblquote And three tongues.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Really?\rdblquote  I was surprised.\par
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\ldblquote Yeah.\rdblquote  she said, slightly embarrassed. That surprised me more. Carly didn\rquote t get embarrassed.\par
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\ldblquote You want to tell me about it?\rdblquote  I figured that if I couldn\rquote t have her, I could live vicariously through some little perverts.\par
\ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote  she agreed. \ldblquote We were in the bunkroom getting ready for the swimming hole this afternoon. Most of the boys had already left, only Timmy Abbott and the Carlisle twins were left. They all got undressed and were making sure I got an eyeful of their little wieners. \lquote What do you think?\rquote  Timmy wanted to know, he was pushing his hips forward as mush as he could.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I told him that it would probably grow someday.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote He must have loved that.\rdblquote  I chuckled.\par
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\ldblquote The twins laughed and I thought he was going to punch them both out. Anyway, he decided that he wanted to finger me. I told him that he hadn\rquote t changed since the last time. He\rquote s had his finger in me more than anyone else.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You want me to have a talk with the little Casanova?\rdblquote  I asked, smacking my fist into my open palm.\par
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Carly smiled and shook her head. \ldblquote I can handle it. Anyway, them Jimmy Carlisle wanted to know what I tasted like. He\rquote d heard about eating pussy. So he and Kenny took turns licking me. Timmy didn\rquote t want to at first, I think he thought it was gross. He decided he wanted a blowjob, and pouted when I told him no. I\rquote m sure glad the peer council decided that giving sex was not a reasonable request.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I can understand his disappointment.\rdblquote  I said and felt my cock start to grow in sympathy.\par
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\ldblquote You can, is that a subtle hint?\rdblquote  she asked with a grin.\par
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\ldblquote No, I mean, of course not.\rdblquote  I stammered.\par
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\ldblquote Oh, lighten up. I was just kidding.\rdblquote  she said, her grin getting bigger with my discomfort.\par
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\ldblquote I, uh...\rdblquote  I looked down at my stiff rod which gave the lie to my protestations.\par
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\ldblquote Paul, you\rquote re cute, when you\rquote re guilty.\rdblquote  Carly said and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock. She leaned up and kissed me on the side of my mouth, then dropped her head toward my lap and her mouth engulfed my shaft.\par
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\ldblquote You don\rquote t have...\rdblquote  I stammered as my cock seemed to grow even bigger.\par
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\ldblquote I know that.\rdblquote  Carly said, lifting off my cock, then running her tongue around my head, and tickling at my pisshole.\par
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\ldblquote But, Jerry...\rdblquote\par
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Carly continued to move her lips up and down my shaft, the back of her throat seemed to squeeze the head of my cock. I felt my balls tighten and knew that I wouldn\rquote t last much longer. \par
\ldblquote Carly, I\rquote m gonna...\rdblquote  The first gush of cum beat the announcement that it was on the way. Carly seemed unsurprised and milked all of the semen out of my cock, her hand moving down to caress my balls.\par
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Carly sat up and lay her head back on my shoulder.\par
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\ldblquote Carly, that was...I mean...You didn\rquote t....But...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You really have to learn to speak in complete sentences.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Was I as good as Ashley?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Ashley, who? But Jerry...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Don\rquote t worry about Jerry. He\rquote s walking around school with his dong hanging out and probably getting relief every period, if not more. You know as well as I do, that my ever lovin\rquote  boyfriend will take every advantage he can of the situation.\rdblquote\par
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I had to agree with that. Jerry wasn\rquote t one to let an opportunity pass by.\par
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\ldblquote Besides...\rdblquote  she continued, \ldblquote I\rquote ve wanted to do that since we were in the sixth grade ourselves.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You have?\rdblquote  I was amazed.\par
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\ldblquote But you were interested in everything that had already grown tits and I was still pretty flat.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote It wasn\rquote t that.\rdblquote  I protested. \ldblquote I just didn\rquote t think of you that way.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote As a girl?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote No, you\rquote re twisting it.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Paul, take a breath and hold it.\rdblquote  I did. \ldblquote Now let it out slowly.\rdblquote  I followed instructions. \ldblquote Now repeat after me, I will not...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I will not.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Feel guilty when Carly teases me.\rdblquote  she finished.\par
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I hesitated.\par
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\ldblquote Say it.\rdblquote  Carly prodded.\par
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\ldblquote You know how I hate to lie.\rdblquote  I said.\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote re impossible.\rdblquote  Carly accused.\par
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\ldblquote But cute.\rdblquote  I reminded her.\par
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\ldblquote Is there something you\rquote d like to do?\rdblquote\par
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I didn\rquote t answer, but shifted position, sitting Carly up and leaning down to her tit. With my tongue I teased her nipple and areola for almost two minutes. Then I looked her in the face. \ldblquote That was worth waiting for.\rdblquote  Too bad you didn\rquote t have them in middle school.\rdblquote\par
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Carly started to protest, changed her mind and kissed me on the nose. Then she grabbed my head by the ears and pulled me forward into a long passionate kiss. I was trying to decide if using my tongue would be pushing it, when her tongue wormed it\rquote s way into my mouth.\par
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We kissed and hugged for almost twenty minutes until she shivered and I realized just how cold it was getting and suggested that we head back. As we walked back into camp holding hands, my mind turned to the prom coming up in a few weeks. I had a picture of walking in with Carly on my arm, but somehow Jerry\rquote s smiling face kept getting in the way and I wondered just what this all meant.\par
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\ldblquote Can I play with it?\rdblquote  Sally asked.\par
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I\rquote d collapsed on my bed after we\rquote d come back from our second nature walk of the day and Sally was standing over me. We\rquote d gone downhill for the first half of the trail, and I was prepared to swear that the second half had more uphill than the first half had downhill. \par
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I grunted. I wasn\rquote t sure exactly what I meant by the grunt, but Sally took it as a yes. She sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my two inch little worm with her thumb and forefinger and wiggled it. She giggled and wiggled it some more. \par
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I looked around and several other girls had surrounded my bed and were watching. About half had stripped down to bras and panties. The sun had come out in full force today and the bunkroom had been absorbing heat all morning and afternoon and was stifling.\par
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My cock was staying soft despite Sally\rquote s attempts and I congratulated myself, attributing my new found control to Carly and the events of last night.\par
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Becky Silverstein sat down on the opposite side of the bed and started feeling my balls, rolling them around in the sac like marbles. As I lay there, three of the girls took of their bras. Megan Pappas didn\rquote t have much more than bug bites for tits, but Cindy Smith\rquote s were actually bigger than Carly\rquote s. Calley Davis\rquote s were somewhere in between.\par
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Danni Jennings had taken a position standing next to my head and now sipped off her panties, leaving me looking at her almost bald little pussy. There was just a small patch of down above her slit.\par
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Her sister, Stephy had sat down behind Becky and had reached up between my legs and was trying to push her little finger between the cheeks of my ass.\par
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My cock started to respond. I could feel it start to stiffen in Sally\rquote s fingers.\par
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I looked down at my stiffening cock. I needed to put a stop to this now. I looked up, and Danni had moved closer to the bed, her pussy just a few inches from my face. My half hard cock twitched. Then I felt something wet against my cock and looked down again and Sally had leaned down and licked the head of my cock. She lifted her head up, the look on her face saying she was trying to decide if she liked it, then she leaned down and licked it again.\par
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I needed to say something to take control back of the situation. But I hadn\rquote t a clue what to say. Just then Sally wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock and started to slip her lips down the shaft. I opened my mouth to protest and Danni swung her leg over and straddled my face, setting her tiny pussy right across my face. I heard Stephi say \ldblquote Go Danni!\rdblquote  just as she pushed her little finger right up my asshole. I was being raped by a group of sixth grade girls.\par
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My tongue decided on it\rquote s own to go exploring and tried to push it\rquote s way deep into Danni\rquote s pussy. She was so tight, it didn\rquote t get far. In it\rquote s defense, it had never had a pussy to lick before. I\rquote d only gotten intimate with two girls, they gave me a couple of blowjobs and let me finger their pussies, but I\rquote d never gotten my tongue into action.\par
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Danni squirmed and wiggled as my tongue explored her pussy lips and tried to probe inside. Suddenly I realized that my cock wasn\rquote t in Sally\rquote s mouth anymore and that two different tongues were teasing it.\par
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This was getting out of hand. I pulled my tongue out of Danni\rquote s cunt and was going to push her off me when my cock spasmed and released a torrent of white cream. Danni pressed her pussy hard over my face. I finally relaxed from one of the greatest orgasms I\rquote d ever had and could feel lots of little fingers rubbing my thighs and pelvis where my cum had pooled.\par
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Danni climbed off my face and looking embarrassed ran toward the shower room. As the room came back into focus, I could see over half a dozen little girls licking the tips of their fingers and knew what they were tasting.\par
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\ldblquote I was going to ask if you needed some relief, but I can see you don\rquote t.\rdblquote  Ashley said from the foot of my bed.\par
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I got up, ignoring all the girls and went to the shower room to clean up. Danni was standing next to a sink breathing hard, and when she saw me, blushed and hurried into a toilet stall.\par
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I grinned in spite of myself and went to the sink and started to run the water, using my hand as a wash cloth to clean the semen of my legs and pelvis. I knew at least two tongues had tasted my cock. I wondered who else had helped Sally.\par
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The kids had been organized into twelve teams for a Jeopardy like contest and I decided to stick around and watch. In truth, I was embarrassed to think about Carly asking how my dad had been. I noticed Marcia and Doug slipping out and wondered if they had hooked up, if only for the week.\par
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Carly came over and held out her hand to me. I shook my head and patted the empty chair next to me. Carly frowned, reached down and grabbed my nose and pulled me to me feet and guided me by the nose outside. I few kids noticed and giggled, but most had their attention on the front of the room.\par
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\ldblquote When I invite a cute boy on a walk in the moonlight, I don\rquote t take no for an answer.\rdblquote  Carly said as we stepped outside and she thankfully released my nose.\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote ll remember that.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote If you were waiting for Marcia, she\rquote s busy doing Doug in her bunkroom.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I wasn\rquote t waiting for Marcia. You know that.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I thought after her little hand job yesterday, you\rquote d changed your mind about her. Well, Ashley\rquote s tied up with the contest.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I wasn\rquote t waiting for Ashley.\rdblquote  I said defensively.\par
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\ldblquote Well, her mom is busy riding Mr. Martell.\rdblquote  she said as we sat down on the logs by the swimming hole. We hadn\rquote t brought jackets to sit on, but fortunately the logs had been worn down and weren\rquote t too bad.\par
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\ldblquote Really?\rdblquote  I said startled. \ldblquote I\rquote d wondered where he was.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Would I lie?\rdblquote  Carly asked innocently.\par
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\ldblquote I wonder if she\rquote s going to try to nail Mr. Atwood or Lang?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Probably.\rdblquote  Carly said as she lay her head on my shoulder.\par
\ldblquote So who was your next target of seduction?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Has it crossed your mind, that maybe I was just sitting there, watching a bunch of little kids and not thinking about sex.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote re a teen boy, it never crossed my mind.\rdblquote  Carly said impishly.\par
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For some reason, her kidding really annoyed me. \ldblquote And for the record, I haven\rquote t seduced anyone. I\rquote ve been molested.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Poor baby.\rdblquote  Carly agreed.\par
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I started to reply but realized just how ridiculous it sounded. The truth was that before this week I was usually thinking about sex. Thinking about how to get fucked or sucked or even handled. The idea of getting as much action as I had in the last three days would have been a dream come true. I just missed having a little control over the situation. I decided right then that I was going to be celibate until I could get dressed again.\par
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As we sat there watching the dark water lap against the shore, I wondered if Debbie Martin was a Nymphomaniac. And I wondered if the condition was genetic.\par
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As I got back to the bunkroom I realized that I\rquote d pissed off Carly. She\rquote d expected me to try at least something with her, but I just sat there. I probably should have told her about Danni and Sally and my feeling of losing control, but somehow I couldn\rquote t bring myself to admit it.\par
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The girls were all inside when I got back and surprisingly so was Mrs Martin. She was standing by the door to her little room and as I walked in, she inclined her head in invitation. I shook my head sharply once to let her know I wasn\rquote t interested. She shrugged and went into her room by herself. I sat on my bed and tried to figure out my life.\par
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Mrs Martin came out a few minutes later and left without a word to anyone. I figured she wouldn\rquote t be back. A couple of girls started toward me, smiles on their faces and I ended their plans by announcing \ldblquote Lights out in five minutes.\rdblquote  They reversed course and went back to their own bunks.\par
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A few minutes later I clicked off the light and the room settled down into quiet conversations. I knew they\rquote d last about an hour and just ignored them. My cock got hard and I had to continually remind myself not to touch.\par
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I was celibate.\par
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\pard\qc Chapter 9\par
Thursday Morning\par
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When I woke up I remembered my resolve of the night before.\par
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I also woke up with a raging hard-on.\par
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Somehow, the two didn\rquote t go together well.\par
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The sun was streaming in the high windows of the bunkhouse. I could tell it was going to be another hot one. Most of the girls had done like I did and slept with just a sheet. About half of them had kicked off even that. Of the ones I could see, all but three were wearing long t-shirts as nightgowns. The other three were wearing pajamas.\par
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My cock twitched and I reached down to stroke it before I realized what I was doing.\par
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Celibacy was going to be harder than I thought.\par
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Cathy Tate was in the bunk closest to me. She was one of the few girls that hadn\rquote t felt my cock yet. She was also one of the ones who\rquote d mostly kicked her sheet off. She was sleeping with one leg in and one out. Her legs seemed impossible long and ended at her pantied crotch where she clutched the edge of the sheet. Powder blue panties with something embrodered on them, but I couldn\rquote t make it out.\par
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Maybe celibacy wasn\rquote t the answer I thought as I squeezed my cock.\par
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Mom says that I have a tendency to go to extremes.\par
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She also say that I have been known to shot myself in the foot.\par
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Celibacy wasn\rquote t the answer, but controlling sex was. I needed sex in acceptable forms and then I could control myself around the brats. I glanced down the aisle and saw that Mrs. Martin\rquote s door was open just as she\rquote d left it last night. That meant she hadn\rquote t come back yet.\par
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But even as I thought about her, I realized that I wasn\rquote t interested. She might be acceptable, but se didn\rquote t really do a thing for me. I guess I just wasn\rquote t the Mrs. Robinson or Dorothy from \lquote Summer of 42' type. It wasn\rquote t just her age, she wasn\rquote t all that old. And there were several actresses her age that turned me on. I couldn\rquote t put my finger on it.\par
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Of course the only other adult female in the camp was Mrs Tate. But she was at least sixty. She was supposed to retire three years ago, but the school board asked her to stay on because they couldn\rquote t find the right replacement.\par
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So adult sex was out of the question unless I decide to change my sexual orientation, which just ain\rquote t gonna happen!\par
That leaves teen sex, and at the moment that was Marcia or Carly. Marcia had made it clear that I wasn\rquote t good enough for her, except maybe the occasional hand job when the mood struck, besides, she seemed to have a thing for Doug at the moment.\par
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And Carly, I was pretty sure, I had pissed off royally last night.\par
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That left man\rquote s best friend.\par
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His right hand.\par
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I lay on my back, left hand behind my head, right hand wrapped around my shaft and slowly stroked old faithful. For a few minutes, I watched the ripples in the sheet that covered my mid-section, then closed my eyes.\par
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I wasn\rquote t surprised when the image my imagination conjured up was Carly.\par
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I was surprised that the image was Carly as I\rquote d first seen her Monday morning, in jeans and a black turtleneck instead of Carly in all her glory. Is that warped or what.\par
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I\rquote m not sure how long I lay there, just enjoying that picture in my head.\par
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\ldblquote Can I do that?\rdblquote  a soft voice brought me back to the bunk room. I opened my eyes and Kayla was standing over me watching the movement of the sheet.\par
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I started to tell her to go back to bed then decided what the hell. I didn\rquote t design the system. \ldblquote Sure.\rdblquote  I whispered, not wanting to wake anyone else.\par
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She sat on the edge of my bed and snaked her hand under the sheet. She fumbled around for a few seconds until I caught her hand and moved it to my cock. At first she grabbed too tightly but I squeezed her wrist and she relaxed. Then she started to slide her hand up and down.\par
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\ldblquote Am I doing it right?\rdblquote  she whispered. I nodded, not bothering to explain that as long as she didn\rquote t cut off the blood flow there wasn\rquote t much she could do wrong to a teenaged boy\rquote s cock.\par
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\ldblquote Do you think I\rquote m pretty?\rdblquote  she asked as she picked up the edge of the sheet with her other hand and peeked beneath it.\par
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I was tempted to tell her that as long as she was making me feel this good, I\rquote d think the Wicked Witch of the East was pretty, green skin and all. Then I realized that I did think she was pretty. I didn\rquote t answer, I took my left hand out from under my head and reached up and put it on the back of her neck and slowly pulled her down until her face hovered above mine. I held her like that for several seconds that seemed like an eternity. Her hand was still wrapped around my cock but she\rquote d stopped moving.\par
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\pard\fi-720  Then I kissed her on the tip of her nose. \ldblquote I just wish you\rquote d been born sooner or I\rquote d been born later.\rdblquote  I told her.\par
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\ldblquote Oh God.\rdblquote  she moaned and kissed me quickly on the lips as her hand started to pump at warp speed. I started to tell her to slow down, but realized that I was going off the edge of the cliff. I felt the first gob of cum push out of my cock and watched the wet spot grow on the sheet on top of me. \par
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Kayla didn\rquote t stop pumping until I put my hands over hers on my cock. \ldblquote Thank you.\rdblquote  I said and meant it. Kayla blushed and scurried back towards her bunk.\par
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I\rquote ll never understand girls, I thought as I swung my legs out from under the sheet and sat up. I stood and stretched the sheet falling back on the bed, the wet spot calling attention to my morning activities. I left it.\par
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\ldblquote Everybody up!\rdblquote  I yelled though it was ten till seven and they didn\rquote t have to get up for ten minutes yet. Almost all the eyes opened and a few heads turned in my direction but other than that, nobody moved. Cathy Tate was in the bunk closest to my bed and I moved until I was standing over her.\par
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\ldblquote Get those cute lazy asses out of bed.\rdblquote  I bellowed and scooped Cathy up in my arms, sheets, blanket and all and deposited her on the hard floor. Then I pulled the sheets and blanket off her. A few jumped out of bed but most just stared. Casey Kennedy was in the bunk across the aisle from Cathy and I stepped over, picked her up and gave her the same treatment.\par
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\ldblquote Do you really think our asses are cute?\rdblquote  Ashley asked from her bunk three rows down. As she did, she rolled onto her stomach and pushed her ass high into the air and wiggled it. When she started it was covered by a sheet but it quickly fell away as she wiggled. It became apparent that she hadn\rquote t bothered to wear panties to bed under her t-shirt.\par
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\ldblquote Yes I do.\rdblquote  I agreed softly as I walked up to her bunk and took a moment to admire that cute little ass. Then, without warning, I brought my hand up and down on her barely covered tush in a loud smack. \ldblquote Now get it out of bed.\rdblquote  Ashley, startled fell flat on her bed.\par
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I considered for a second, offering to kiss it and make it better, but decided that it wasn\rquote t politically correct. I grinned at the thought anyway and I\rquote m sure that most of the girls thought I was enjoying the smack I\rquote d just given Ashley because everyone else jumped out of their beds.\par
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\ldblquote That wasn\rquote t nice.\rdblquote  Ashley mumbled, her face buried in her pillow.\par
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\ldblquote I have never claimed to be nice.\rdblquote  I told her as I rubbed my hands together above her still exposed ass. She must have gotten the hint because she scrambled out of bed. Actually I have claimed to be nice, but never to these girls.\par
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\ldblquote Okay ladies, this is the plan. Everyone gets their shower and then we\rquote re going to clean this place from top to bottom.\rdblquote\par
This brought a jumble of angry and confused voices.\par
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\ldblquote Quiet!\rdblquote  I yelled and the rumble died down. \ldblquote Just because you\rquote re not at home doesn\rquote t mean you should live like pigs.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Hey!\rdblquote  several of the shouted at once.\par
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\ldblquote Showers! Now! Go!\rdblquote  I said and enthusiastically slapped my hands together, then tried not to laugh as the mob all scurried toward the shower room. I\rquote m not sure what it was about my new resolve that turned me into Mr. Clean, but it felt good to be back in charge. The girls came back from their showers, thankfully, all of them, even Ashley wearing at least underwear and I put them to work making beds, sweeping floors and dusting window sills.\par
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Ashley and her troops, Janae, Kayla and the twins, I put on shower room duty. After some initial grumbling, they went to work. I actually had to threaten to deport them to group 3. When we left the bunkroom for breakfast fifteen minutes later, the place looked great.\par
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\ldblquote Ladies, I\rquote m impressed.\rdblquote  I told them. \ldblquote I guess you aren\rquote t all slobs.\rdblquote  A couple stuck their tongues out at the slobs remark, but most beamed. As they passed thru the door I patted them on their little heads. \par
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Ashley was the last one out. \ldblquote That\rquote s not much f a reward.\rdblquote  she commented, so I patted her little butt instead. She seemed satisfied.\par
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Carly was leaning against the wall by the dining room door munching a piece of bacon.\par
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\ldblquote That\rquote s not much of a breakfast.\rdblquote  I told her as I walked behind Ashley. Ashley went in and I pulled the door closed after seeing that mine was the last group in.\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote m getting fat.\rdblquote  Carly moaned.\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote re having hallucinations.\rdblquote  I told her and grabbed her free hand, the one without a piece of bacon in it and started leading her away.\par
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\ldblquote And just where do you think you\rquote re taking me?\rdblquote  she asked as she took a tentative step.\par
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I pulled a little harder and she fell into step. \ldblquote You\rquote re in the program and I\rquote m making a reasonable request that you take a walk with me.\rdblquote  I said with a grin.\par
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She stopped and her hand slipped out of mine as I continued a step past her. \ldblquote And what if I don\rquote t think it\rquote s a reasonable request?\rdblquote\par
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I grabbed her hand again and pulled her along. \ldblquote We can always leave it to the peer council.\rdblquote  I suggested. She groaned. \ldblquote Personally I wouldn\rquote t mind another week of looking at that beautiful body of yours.\rdblquote\par
Carly arched her left eyebrow in a move she\rquote d copied from Spock on the old Star Trek reruns. \ldblquote Really?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Really.\rdblquote  I agreed and led her to the clearing by the swimming hole. \ldblquote And now I\rquote d like to make the very reasonable request to kiss your right tit.\rdblquote  I added and without waiting for permission I leaned down and kissed it. Then I kissed it again. Then I sucked on it for several seconds. \ldblquote Tasty.\rdblquote  I said editorially.\par
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Then I kissed her left one.\par
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\ldblquote You didn\rquote t request that.\rdblquote  she charged. \ldblquote That\rquote s not reasonable.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Report me to the peer council.\rdblquote  I suggested and sucked her nipple into my mouth and teased it with my tongue. \par
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I put my hand on the side of her stomach and slowly moved it down to her hip.\par
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\ldblquote Did you have more requests in mind?\rdblquote  she asked dryly.\par
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\ldblquote I will.\rdblquote  I agreed and went back to licking her nipple. I moved my hand around and gently traced the crack of her ass.\par
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She shivered as my fingers brushed the area at the top of her ass crack. \ldblquote And just what got into you, this morning?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Not sure.\rdblquote  I admitted and moved my mouth down to tease at her innie belly button. \ldblquote Have you ever considered a lint brush?\rdblquote  I asked after my tongue had rimmed her belly button.\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t...\rdblquote  she started to protest and stomped her foot.\par
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I leaned back and looked up at her. \ldblquote Has anyone ever told you that you have a cute pussy?\rdblquote  I asked with a grin.\par
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She grinned back. \ldblquote This week, a lot of guys, before that, I don\rquote t think so.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Permission to touch it?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote It\rquote s a reasonable request, I can\rquote t stop you.\rdblquote  she said quickly.\par
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\ldblquote That\rquote s not what I asked. Do I have your permission to touch it?\rdblquote  I said.\par
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Carly took in a quick breath, then let it out again. \ldblquote Always.\rdblquote  she said. \ldblquote And just what were you going to touch it with?\rdblquote  she giggled.\par
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\ldblquote I haven\rquote t decided yet.\rdblquote  I told her, though it was a lie.\par
\ldblquote Your fingers?\rdblquote  she asked coyly.\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t think so.\rdblquote  I said smiling.\par
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\ldblquote Your tongue?\rdblquote  she asked more breathlessly, almost in invitation.\par
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\ldblquote I had something else in mind.\rdblquote  I said standing straight up, my little tentpole pointing at her slit.\par
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\ldblquote You don\rquote t mean...\rdblquote  she seemed disbelieving.\par
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\ldblquote If you think it\rquote s all right.\rdblquote  I said moving closer until the head of my cock brushed against her outer lips.\par
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\ldblquote I...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote It\rquote s up to you, after all it\rquote s your body.\rquote  I said, but moved closer, my cock pushed past her outer lips and stopped at her inner ones. \ldblquote I don\rquote t want to do anything you don\rquote t want to.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote What about Jerry?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Jerry who?\rdblquote  I asked pushing a little harder but not penetrating her inner defenses.\par
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\ldblquote God!\rdblquote  she said and I wasn\rquote t sure what she meant but she grabbed my hips and pulled me onto her. My cock was dry but she was already well lubricated and I slid in easily. As she held me close, my cock embedded in her she moaned, \ldblquote I\rquote ve been waiting for this since the fifth grade.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote The fifth grade?\rdblquote  I said incrediously, thinking of all the time I\rquote d missed.\par
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\ldblquote Maybe the third, right after I beat you silly, I matured early.\rdblquote  she said as she started to slowly fuck me.\par
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I enjoyed the first waves of pleasure and wondered how anything could feel this good and not kill me. \ldblquote You could have had your way with me.\rdblquote  I groaned. \ldblquote You always could take me in a fight.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t believe in rape, even in a good cause.\rdblquote  she said and started to fuck faster. \ldblquote Damn you feel good.\rdblquote  she moaned. I was glad that Kayla had done me that morning so that I didn\rquote t cum to quick and embarrass myself.\par
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\ldblquote What do you say we forget about the kiddies, find a bunk and stay there for the next three days.\rdblquote  I suggested in a whisper.\par
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\ldblquote I say... OH GOD!\rdblquote  I must have jumped six inches when she yelled, then I realized that she was starting to orgasm. I grabbed her hips and tried to plunge deeper and deeper into her cunt. \ldblquote OH YES, THAT\rquote S IT. I\rquote M GONNA... I\rquote M GONNA... I\rquote M...\rdblquote  she sagged against me.\par
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I held her like that. My cock still hard and lodged inside her. Carly literally melting against me.\par
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\ldblquote Maybe I misjudged you.\rdblquote  a voice said from behind me and I whirled, bringing Carly with me. Marcia was standing there with a big grin on her face. \ldblquote Maybe I need to give you a try, stud.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Not happening.\rdblquote  I said. \ldblquote Now beat it.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I could make it a reasonable request.\rdblquote  she suggested coyly.\par
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\ldblquote Then get ready to go to the peer council, because all requests from you will be considered unreasonable. Now go away before I spank, and I\rquote m not suggesting foreplay.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Don\rquote t forget your lady love has a boyfriend.\rdblquote  Marcia said as she left. \ldblquote I think you know him.\rdblquote\par
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Carly was back on her feet though we were still connected. \ldblquote You can fuck her.\rdblquote  she said. \par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t need your permission for that.\rdblquote  I said angrily. Angry at Marcia for interfering. Angry at Carly for her comment. Somehow the anger made my cock even harder and it twitched inside her. I started to slowly move it in and out of her love tunnel.\par
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\ldblquote I know, I just meant I wouldn\rquote t mind. She is sexy.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote She\rquote s beautiful.\rdblquote  I agreed. \ldblquote But I may be old fashioned, but I think I should like someone before I make love to them.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Don\rquote t make love, just fuck.\rdblquote  Carly suggested.\par
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\ldblquote That may work for some people, but not me. Not with Marcia.\par
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\ldblquote Maybe Ashley?\rdblquote  Carly suggested with a sneaky grin.\par
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\ldblquote Maybe.\rdblquote  I agreed with the same grin.\par
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Carly started to swing an exaggerated fist toward my chin. I captured t and fell backwards taking her with me. I finished on my back on the sand. Carly still impaled but on top. \ldblquote Okay, you\rquote ve pinned me. Now what?\rdblquote\par
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Carly grinned and started to ride me like a rocking horse. As she moved, I could feel my cock moving inside her.\par
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\ldblquote Reruns.\rdblquote  she moaned. \ldblquote I\rquote m gonna CUM!\rdblquote  and I could feel her shudder with the first burst or orgasm and my cock tensed and released a flood of cum into her abdomen. We came together and then she fell down against me.\par
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\ldblquote That was fun.\rdblquote  I said after a minute.\par
\ldblquote You have a gift for understatement.\rdblquote  Carly giggled.\par
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\pard\qc Chapter 10\par
Thursday Night\par
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I couldn\rquote t decide if I was in love, or just deeply in lust.\par
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I suppose it might just depend on Carly and Jerry. I wasn\rquote t sure if what had happened, and happened again after lunch, and happened again a few minutes ago had changed anything between them. Was I her boyfriend now and Jerry history? Or was I a handy boy-toy and Jerry her main squeeze. I wasn\rquote t even sure I cared.\par
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As I walked into the bunkroom, Ashley standing by the front door gave a shrill whistle and all the girls scampered. In seconds, they were all lined up in front of neatly made bunks, standing at attention and saluting. I felt like I was in an army movie. And they were all dressed in their underwear.\par
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Ashley came to attention and snapped off a very professional salute. \ldblquote Barracks ready for inspection sir.\rdblquote  she reported and dropped her salute. The rest of the girls dropped theirs as well.\par
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\ldblquote Was I that rough this morning?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Sir, yes sir!\rdblquote  Ashley said and the rest of the girls chanted, \ldblquote Sir, yes sir!\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Does this mean, that everyone\rquote s going to be good the rest of the week?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Sir, no sir!\rdblquote  Ashley replied. The other girls chanted, \ldblquote Sir, no sir!\rdblquote\par
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Before I could ask anything more, Ashley\rquote s mom came out of her room and walked down the aisle, looking left and right. \ldblquote Well, it looks like you have everything under control.\rdblquote  she said. I noticed that Ashley looked annoyed. \ldblquote I\rquote ll be back later.\rdblquote  she said and breezed out the door.\par
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I stared at the closed door for several seconds and then turned back to my platoon. \ldblquote So what is this all about then?\rdblquote  I asked Ashley.\par
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Ashley stepped forward, and for once didn\rquote t look so sure of herself. \ldblquote It means, that we don\rquote t want you to be mad at us.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote m not mad.\rdblquote  I assured her loudly enough for everyone to hear. \ldblquote It\rquote s just this has been a weird week. It\rquote s been hard on me.\rdblquote  I noticed half a dozen girls grin at my unintended pun. At least my cock was soft at the moment after a vigorous session with Carly.\par
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I stepped forward and hugged Ashley to show her that I meant what I said, I even patted her tight little ass. Then I moved down the aisle and hugged each girl on the right side and patted each little bottom. I came back up the left side doing all the girls there. By the time I finished, I really needed Carly again.\par
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I stood at the top of the aisle and yelled, \ldblquote Platoon, dis-missed!\rdblquote  and the girls all relaxed.\par
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I lay down on my bed, my flagpole pointing at the ceiling. Every eye in the place was on my red throbbing cock. \ldblquote Isn\rquote t anybody going to offer to help?\rdblquote  I asked after several seconds.\par
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Several girls moved toward the bed ready to volunteer.\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote ll take care of it.\rdblquote  Ashley said loudly and the other girls stopped where they were. Ashley pushed her powder blue panties down her hips and let them fall to the floor and crawled up on the bed between my legs. Then she knee walked until she was just below my crotch. \par
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I looked at her pussy hovering above my stiff cock and realized that I wasn\rquote t really opposed to the idea. But I felt that I had to object for form\rquote s sake if nothing else.\par
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\ldblquote Ashley, I don\rquote t think...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I want this. I\rquote m ready for this.\rdblquote  she said simply and I believed her.\par
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\ldblquote But your mom...\rdblquote  I\rquote m not sure what I was going to say about her mom, fortunately she interrupted me again.\par
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\ldblquote My mom is not a slut.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I never said she was.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote She just likes sex. And she likes to prove her independence by not settling down with one guy.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote She told me that she did you the first day.\rdblquote\par
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I know I blushed a deep red. I could feel the heat of my face. \ldblquote I...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote It\rquote s okay.\rdblquote  she swallowed and shifted her body until her knees were straddling my hips and the tip of my cock was pressed against her pussy. \ldblquote I\rquote m not my mom. I\rquote m me. She thinks I lost my cherry a long time ago, so she won\rquote t care, but I didn\rquote t. Not that I didn\rquote t have the opportunity. Some of her boyfriends made sure I knew they were available.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Today I\rquote m ready, and I really want you to be the one. But I\rquote ll understand if you think I\rquote m too young. You\rquote re a nice guy, Paul. And that\rquote s why I want you to be the first.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I understand.\rdblquote  she said and turned toward her own bunk. The disappointed look on her face made her seem about nine years old, which didn\rquote t make this any easier.\par
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I stood up again. \ldblquote I\rquote m going for a walk.\rdblquote  I announced. \ldblquote When I come back, I expect everyone to be in bed and at least pretending to be asleep.\rdblquote  I looked around the group, \ldblquote And I mean everyone.\rdblquote  Most of them nodded acknowledgment. I walked to the door and looked back.\par
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Ashley was standing desolate by her bunk. \ldblquote Ashley, if you\rquote re going to come, you better put on some clothes, it\rquote s cooling off out there.\rdblquote  She looked up at me unbelieving. \ldblquote I\rquote m not going o wait all night.\rdblquote  I said, trying to look impatient.\par
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Ashley bolted into action. She grabbed her backpack and dug out a t-shirt and shorts and practically jumped into them, not bothering with her panties which were still laying on the floor at the foot of my bed. Then she ran to the door. I opened it for her and held out my hand, which she took and we stepped outside. Before closing the door, I looked back at my platoon one more time, \ldblquote BED!\rdblquote  I said and closed the door.\par
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With Ashley holding my hand and leaning up against me, I walked to the swimming hole.. Before we got there, I could hear noises. I softly told Ashley to wait and walked ahead and looked through the bushes. Her mom was on top of Doug and riding him for all he was worth. I went back to Ashley and only told her it was already occupied.\par
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We walked to another clearing just past the start of trail number six and I sat on a log, kicking myself for not bringing a jacket or something to put under my butt and then pulled Ashley down on my lap. My stiff cock lay against the warm skin of her thigh.\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t understand.\rdblquote  she said as we settled down.\par
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\ldblquote You may or may not be ready.\rdblquote  I said, trying to sound wise. \ldblquote But your first time should not be in front of a mob.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You mean we\rquote re not...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I mean, no matter what happens tonight, what you tell or don\rquote t tell the group is up to you. I won\rquote t say a thing. Sex should be shared between two people, it shouldn\rquote t be a group thing.\rdblquote  Even as I said it, an image flashed into my mind of Carly, Jerry and I. I guess a group isn\rquote t bad as long as it\rquote s a small friendly group.\par
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\ldblquote So nothing is going to happen?\rdblquote  she said in her small disappointed voice.\par
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\ldblquote That\rquote s up to you.\rdblquote  I told her and quickly lifted her t-shirt over her head. Then before she knew what was happening, I\rquote d pushed her sports bra up over her tits and sucked a nipple into my mouth. At the same time, I stroked the crack of her ass through her thin nylon shorts and cupped her pussy in my other hand.. It felt like a little furnace, I could feel the heat through the fabric of her shorts.\par
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\ldblquote Oh, God!\rdblquote  she moaned and the irreverent thought that I seemed to inspire religion in girls floated through my head.\par
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I released her nipple, gave the other one a quick kiss and then looked her in the eye. \ldblquote Is this what you really want?\rdblquote  I asked, not sure what I wanted her to say.\par
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\ldblquote Yes, yes, YES!\rdblquote  she answered and leaned forward to kiss me hard on the lips. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth and for a moment, our tongues wrestled together.\par
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I broke away. \ldblquote You\rquote ve been practicing.\rdblquote  I accused.\par
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\ldblquote Since I was nine.\rdblquote  she told me without guilt. I wondered with who, but didn\rquote t ask. \ldblquote I\rquote ve been a virgin for thirteen years now. How much longer are you going to make me wait?\rdblquote  she asked with a little pout.\par
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\ldblquote You know, some girl\rquote s virginity last until high school. A few until collage.\rdblquote  I reminded her.\par
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\ldblquote Some girls commit suicide just because the band they liked broke up. What\rquote s your point?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Just making conversation.\rdblquote  I admitted. I stood her on her feet and pulled her shorts down to her knees and let them go, watching them settle around her ankles. Newton watched apples, I watched girl\rquote s clothing. We both affirmed gravity. I had more fun.\par
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I scooted off the log, scrapping my butt on a particularly sharp piece of bark and settled on the ground on my back. The dirt was covered with pine needles and almost soft.\par
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I pulled on one of her legs and she stepped over me to straddle my hips.\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote re in charge.\rdblquote  I told her. \ldblquote We\rquote ll go as fast or as slow as you want to.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t know...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote If you don\rquote t want to...\rdblquote  I assured her.\par
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\ldblquote It\rquote s not that. I just...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You know how to start. You were half way there in the bunkroom.\rdblquote\par
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She nodded and then knelt down over my hips until my cock was again pressed against her pussy.\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote ll be honest.\rdblquote  I said. \ldblquote I\rquote ve never been with a virgin before.\rdblquote  I felt that admitting her mom was my first only three days before was a little too honest. \ldblquote But from what I\rquote ve heard, you\rquote re going to feel some discomfort at first, maybe even some pain as your cherry... your hymen gets broken.\rdblquote\par
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She nodded and without warning pushed herself down on my rod. Almost two inches disappeared all at once. She sucked in a lung-full of air and looked startled. \ldblquote I, uh, I play with myself, uh, masturbate a lot and thought it would be okay.\rdblquote  she explained.\par
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\ldblquote That\rquote s okay. I play with myself, uh, masturbate a lot too.\rdblquote  I admitted with agrin. \ldblquote You\rquote re just tight. I don\rquote t think you had a hymen to break.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You mean I wasn\rquote t a virgin?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote No. You were a virgin and now you almost aren\rquote t. I mean that hymens, cherries sometimes get broken by masturbation or just other activities, like sports. It\rquote s normal. At least that\rquote s what I read.\rdblquote\par
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Ashley cocked her head and looked down at me, reminding me a lot of Carly. \ldblquote You read a lot about hymens, do you?\rdblquote\par
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My face burned hot as I tried to sound nonchalant, \ldblquote Mostly human anatomy and things.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Uh huh.\rdblquote  she said nodding and sounding eve more like Carly.\par
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\ldblquote Try to relax.\rdblquote  I said, changing the subject. I grabbed her hips and tried to move her further down on my pole. She sank about another inch and groaned. \ldblquote Are you okay?\rdblquote  I asked anxiously.\par
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\ldblquote Yeah.\rdblquote  she said with a loud sigh. \ldblquote I guess you\rquote re a little bigger than my finger.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I hope so.\rdblquote  I said quickly and she giggled. I pulled hard and my entire cock disappeared into her small cunt. \ldblquote Oh, God.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Just relax. It\rquote s all in.\rdblquote  I assured her. \ldblquote Just sit there until you\rquote re ready, then trying moving around and see how it feels.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote It feels different from any finger. I can\rquote t describe it.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote And just how many people have had their fingers in there?\rdblquote  I asked in my most adult voice, trying for sternness despite the situation.\par
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\ldblquote A few.\rdblquote  she admitted with a giggle. \ldblquote Does it feel as good as mom?\rdblquote  she asked with an evil grin.\par
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\ldblquote That\rquote s a discussion we\rquote re not going to have.\rdblquote  I said sharply and she giggled again. Actually it did. It felt better. I don\rquote t know if it was because she was tighter. Or the fact that I had a choice. Or just that I really liked Ashley.\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote re not fantasizing about doing mom and I at the same time?\rdblquote  she asked as she started rocking forward and back experimentally.\par
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\ldblquote No, Nein, NO!\rdblquote  I said sharply. Then grinned at her teasing. \ldblquote Like I said. Sex shouldn\rquote t be a group thing. Definitely not a mom and me activity.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Awwww.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote But some of your mom\rquote s other boyfriends might go for it if that\rquote s what you want.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Ewwwww.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I think you better stick to one on one.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote But I was thinking about inviting Janae, Kayla, and the twins the next time we... that is, if we...uh...\rdblquote  The image of the five naked girls cavorting on a bed with me was almost overwhelming.\par
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\ldblquote There\rquote ll be a next time.\rdblquote  I promised her. \ldblquote But I think that you\rquote re enough for me. The other girls will have to keep their cherries for a while.\par
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\ldblquote What makes you think they\rquote re cherry?\rdblquote  she asked coyly as she pulled my cock almost completely out of her cunt and then slammed it back in.\par
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\ldblquote They\rquote re not?\rdblquote  I said surprised, as I tried to concentrate on talking and not on the sensation building up in my balls. I wanted to last, to make Ashley\rquote s first time as special as I could.\par
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\ldblquote Well, Janae isn\rquote t. But I think all the others are.\rdblquote  Ashley said as she went back to her forward and back rocking motion.\par
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\ldblquote Janae isn\rquote t.\rdblquote  I repeated, finding it harder and harder to concentrate.\par
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\ldblquote No, she and... and... Oh, Jesus.... I think... I... I... OH SWEET LORD!\rdblquote  she yelled as her orgasm engulfed her. As she did, I relaxed and let my balls swell and start pumping out my seed of life. Her body tensed and she froze like a statue, back arched and fingernails digging into my chest. I thrust upward with my hips miking my cock in her tight cunt. After almost a minute, Ashley relaxed her group on my chest and sagged down against me.\par
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\ldblquote It\rquote s never been like that before.\rdblquote  she moaned.\par
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\ldblquote I take it you liked?\rdblquote  I asked wearily.\par
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\ldblquote Can we do it again?\rdblquote  she asked, getting her second wind.\par
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\ldblquote Maybe tomorrow?\rdblquote  I said. After Carly then Ashley, I knew I was done.\par
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\ldblquote You promise?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote We\rquote ll see.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Please?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Okay. Tomorrow, I promise.\rdblquote  I said.\par
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\ldblquote When?\rdblquote  she demanded, sitting up.\par
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\ldblquote Tomorrow...\rdblquote  I said, using all my strength to push myself up on my elbows and look at her, \ldblquote lasts from the time you get up until the time I send you to bed. Sometime in between, we\rquote ll do... we\rquote ll get together. Don\rquote t get pushy.\rdblquote  \par
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\ldblquote Sensitive, aren\rquote t we?\rdblquote  she giggled and rolled off me onto her back.\par
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\ldblquote No. I just have to pace myself.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Pace yourself?\rdblquote  Ashley asked as she rolled up onto her side and one elbow.\par
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\ldblquote Sure.\rdblquote  I agreed with a confident grin. \ldblquote Between you, your mom, Marcia, Carly and Janae. I\rquote ve got to be sure there\rquote s enough of me to go around.\par
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\ldblquote Janae?\rdblquote  Carly said, ignoring all the others on my list. \ldblquote You\rquote re going to make it with Janae?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Well, if she\rquote s not a virgin...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote But she\rquote s only done it with her boyfriend. They\rquote ve been going together almost a year.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Ashley, breathe.\rdblquote  I ordered and kissed her on the nose. \ldblquote I\rquote m joking. And I\rquote m not going to do it with your mom or Marcia ether.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote\par
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I climbed slowly to my feet, feeling a lot older than seventeen.\par
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\ldblquote Well, I could talk to Janae and arrange a threesome.\rdblquote  Ashley teased.\par
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\ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote  I agreed and reached a hand down to the young teenager.\par
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Ashley stared at me, not sure if I was kidding or not, then took my hand and I pulled her to her feet. She dressed quickly, never quite taking her eyes off me.\par
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We walked silently back to the bunkroom.\par
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When we entered, everyone was in their bunks laying quietly. They were all on their sides facing us as we came in and it looked as if all fifty-two eyes were watching us. I motioned Ashley to her bunk and gave her ass a little pat as she passed. Then I lay down on my own bed. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.\par
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\pard\qc Chapter 11\par
Friday Morning\par
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I woke the next morning laying on my back and sunlight coming in through the high windows right into my eyes. As I squinted my eyes against the glare, the first thing I noticed was my usual morning tentpole lifting the center of my sheet.\par
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The second thing I noticed was that the bottom of my bed was surrounded by about eight of the girls admiring my little tent. After the activities of last night, I had wondered if my usual morning boner would make an appearance or take the morning off.\par
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\ldblquote Good morning ladies.\rdblquote  I said and enjoyed watching several of them jump, not realizing that I was awake.\par
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\ldblquote Good morning.\rdblquote  Cathy Tate said for the group. \ldblquote Uh...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Yes?\rdblquote  I prompted.\par
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\ldblquote Did you want help with that.\rdblquote  Casey Kennedy asked, pointed her little finger at my tent.\par
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\ldblquote Wellll...\rdblquote  I said and whipped the sheet off my mid-section exposing the proudest little tentpole since Iwo Jima. \ldblquote That would be very nice.\rdblquote\par
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Without hesitation, Cathy reached out and wrapped her little hand around my cock. \ldblquote Like this?\rdblquote  she asked.\par
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\ldblquote A little tighter.\rdblquote  I instructed. \ldblquote Now move your hand up and down my shaft.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Your prick.\rdblquote  Casey suggested.\par
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\ldblquote Your dick.\rdblquote  Megan Pappas suggested.\par
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\ldblquote Your snake.\rdblquote  Stephy said.\par
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\ldblquote Your worm.\rdblquote  Danni added.\par
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\ldblquote Your skin flute.\rdblquote  Darcy Johnson suggested.\par
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\ldblquote Your boner.\rdblquote  Amanda Jenkins said.\par
\ldblquote Your , uh, cock.\rdblquote  finished Rachel Jones, surprising me. Rachel is so quiet and shy that I never expected her to say the word.\par
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\ldblquote Very good ladies. You\rquote ve got the terminology down.\par
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\ldblquote My turn.\rdblquote  Darcy said and pushed Cathy\rquote s hand away and took her place. Cathy pouted but smiled when I reached down and patted her ass. Fortunately she was the closest girl on the right hand side.\par
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\ldblquote Take turns nicely.\rdblquote  I warned, \ldblquote or I\rquote ll go wake Ashley.\rdblquote  After that, they all took turns. Four or five strokes and then let go so the next girl could get her turn. Rachel was last and I was getting close and hoped that I wouldn\rquote t erupt while her hand was in place. I was afraid I\rquote d scare her. \par
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As Cathy\rquote s hand took it\rquote s place again, I reached out grabbing her ass and Darcy\rquote s on the other side and moaned, \ldblquote I\rquote m cumming. On her third stroke, the first drop of cum leaked from the tip of my cock and the next stroke brought forth a small geyser. The girls ohhed and awwed as Cathy pumped me dry.\par
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\ldblquote Go take your showers.\rdblquote  I told them. \ldblquote Your mothers would kill you if they knew you were standing around in your underwear with a boy in the room.\rdblquote\par
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Most of them scampered away, but Casey stayed long enough to suggest coyly, \ldblquote You can come too.\rdblquote\par
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I thought about it for a few seconds, \ldblquote Why not?\rdblquote  I said. \ldblquote Go warn the others.\rdblquote\par
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I got up and walked slowly toward the shower room. When I stepped in, all the girls were standing, wrapped in towels by the sinks watching the door. I stepped through and went right into the shower bay and started turning on several shower heads. Then I looked back at the girls. I hesitated to actually invite any of them.\par
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\ldblquote Ready.\rdblquote  Casey said. \ldblquote One, two, three.\rdblquote  On three, all of the girls dropped their towels and started walking toward the shower, though Rachel and Amanda walked a little slower than the others. A minute later I was taking a shower with eight pre-teens. Eight very cute pre-teens.\par
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I showered for several minutes, every now and then a soapy little hand coming over to pat my ass or squeeze my limp cock. Then I stepped out and started drying off with my Scooby Doo towel. The girls all followed and started drying themselves.\par
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\ldblquote Can I kiss it?\rdblquote  \par
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I was amazed that Rachel was standing naked in front of me asking that question. \ldblquote Uh, I guess.\rdblquote\par
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She leaned down and took my limp noodle in her hand and pressed her lips against the side of it. Of course, then all the girls wanted to kiss it too. Stephy and Danni were last and kissed it together. I couldn\rquote t believe that it was still soft after that, maybe I\rquote d worn the poor thing out.\par
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\ldblquote Get dressed.\rdblquote  I ordered and they scampered away.\par
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It was going to be hard to go back to my real life.\par
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\pard\qc Chapter 12\par
Friday Night\par
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I came up behind Carly and took her hand and started to lead her away from the group.\par
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\ldblquote Oh, you\rquote re going to honor me with your presence tonight.\rdblquote  she said without resisting.\par
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\ldblquote I only want to bask in your beauty.\rdblquote  I told her with a grin.\par
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\ldblquote Why weren\rquote t you basking at lunch? I looked for you.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I was busy.\rdblquote  I said, fucking Ashley, I thought. \ldblquote Fulfilling a promise. Where were you after breakfast?\rdblquote  I added, trying to change the subject.\par
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\ldblquote I was doing some copying and collating for Mr. Lang.\rdblquote\par
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There was something about the way she said it. \ldblquote And did our young ecologist cop any feels.\rdblquote  I asked, as we passed into the same clearing where I\rquote d fucked Ashley last night.\par
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\ldblquote Yes he did.\rdblquote  she giggled. Carly wasn\rquote t usually the giggling kind.\par
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\ldblquote And just what did he feel?\rdblquote  I asked with exaggerated mock jealousy as I spread my Scooby Doo towel on the log.\par
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\ldblquote He checked out my tits pretty good and patted my ass.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote And did you explain to him that those tits are underage and he could go to jail for feeling them.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I think I forgot.\rdblquote  she said in a very innocent little girl voice.\par
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\ldblquote And did you mention your extremely jealous boyfriend back at school?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Oops.\rdblquote\par
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I sat down on the towel and pulled Carly onto my lap, my hard cock resting against her leg. \ldblquote And just what did you do while that dirty old man took advantage of you?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I think I purred.\rdblquote\par
\ldblquote You\rquote re a very naughty girl.\rdblquote  I told her.\par
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\ldblquote Then I probably shouldn\rquote t mention that Mr. Linwood felt me up on Tuesday.\rdblquote  I was shocked. Of the three male teachers, Linwood would have been my last choice, he seemed so Ward Cleaver.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote What about Mr. Martell?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Monday.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Mr. Atwood?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Everyday.\rdblquote  she grinned. Good, I had something to hold over him if he ever found out about Sally.\par
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\ldblquote Mrs. Tate?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Not yet, but there\rquote s still tomorrow.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote ve been a bad girl. Tempting all those poor men.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Are you going to spank me? Like you threatened to do to Marcia.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote No.\rdblquote  I said. \ldblquote It\rquote s too late for that. I think I\rquote m going to have to have a long talk with Jerry.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote NO! Not that.\rdblquote  she said in mock horror. \ldblquote I\rquote ll do anything.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Anything?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Anything!\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Anything?\rdblquote  I asked again, giving my cock a squeeze and then putting my forefinger on her lips.\par
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\ldblquote You pervert.\rdblquote  she accused with a laugh She slid off my lap to her knees between my legs. \ldblquote The shame.\rdblquote  she said as she grabbed my cock at the root. \ldblquote The indignity.\rdblquote  She leaned forward and opened her mouth to take in my cock. She closed her lips around the base of my cock and slowly pulled away, dragging her lips up my shaft until she stopped with just the head captured and teased at my pisshole with her tongue.\par
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\ldblquote You harlot!\rdblquote  I accused, jumping to my feet, my cock slipping from her lips. \ldblquote You\rquote ve done that before.\rdblquote  I\rquote m not sure how we slipped into a melodrama, but t was a hell of a lot of fun.\par
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Carly sank back, sitting on her heels. She covered her eyes with her forearm. \ldblquote I never.\rdblquote  she pleaded.\par
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\ldblquote You have.\rdblquote  I accused again, pointing at her with both my forefinger and my cock.\par
\ldblquote I, uh, Yes. Yes, I have.\rdblquote  she admitted meekly.\par
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\ldblquote You hussy.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Alas.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Was it Jerry?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Yes.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You corruptor of young boys.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Pity me.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Were there more?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote m so ashamed.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Who was first\par
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\ldblquote Kyle Ivanov in the sixth grade.\rdblquote  she admitted. I must have looked shocked because she giggled then got back her woebegone face. I couldn\rquote t believe that she had been giving blowjobs in the sixth grade and I hadn\rquote t known. And Kyle had been a freshman when we were in the sixth. That cradle robber. Then I remembered sixth grader Ashley and a certain junior last night in this very spot.\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote re forgiven.\rdblquote  I said magnanimously. \ldblquote Any of the teachers?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote No, but I thought about Mr. Atwood. His wife\rquote s been gone for five years and he looks like he could use it.\rdblquote\par
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We\rquote d both been in his class the year she died from cancer and I remembered how broken up he\rquote d been. \ldblquote You have my permission.\rdblquote  I said trying to sound like a king holding court.\par
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\ldblquote Oh thank you.\rdblquote  Carly answered with less than sincerity I thought.\par
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\ldblquote Any of our young charges?\rdblquote  I said knowing the answer.\par
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\ldblquote Wellll...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote re kidding.\rdblquote  I stammered, shocked. \ldblquote Who?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Robby Sherwood.\rdblquote  Little kid, shy and quiet. \par
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\ldblquote Robby?\rdblquote\par
\ldblquote I thought it might give him some confidence.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Did it?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote We\rquote ll have to wait and see.\rdblquote  she said.\par
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I picked up the towel from the log and spread it on the ground, then I lay on my back on it. I looked at Carly and smiled. \ldblquote You may pleasure yourself on my tool.\rdblquote  I said, again playing the king.\par
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\ldblquote Oh thank you.\rdblquote  Carly said and quickly straddled my hips and pushed my cock deep into her womb. \ldblquote You are so kind.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I know.\rdblquote  I said modestly.\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote re too much.\rdblquote  Carly laughed and started slowly fucking me. I really liked this, laying back and letting the girl take control. Forget all that macho stuff about the guy needing to be on top.\par
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\ldblquote What are you going to tell Jerry about this?\rdblquote  Carly asked.\par
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\ldblquote Whatever you tell me to.\rdblquote  I told her seriously. \ldblquote I don\rquote t want to come between you two.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Like hell, you liar.\rdblquote  she laughed.\par
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\ldblquote Okay, I want to, but I won\rquote t.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You can tell him the truth.\rdblquote  she said after a minute. Either he can handle or he can\rquote t. And I doubt he\rquote s been a monk this week, running around in the buff.\rdblquote\par
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That was a relief. I really didn\rquote t want to lie to him.\par
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\ldblquote Then you and he are still...?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote He\rquote s my boyfriend. If that\rquote s what you\rquote re asking. I\rquote m not dumping him.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Oh.\rdblquote  I said, and I think my cock softened even as Carly\rquote s pussy gripped it.\par
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\ldblquote Paul, you silly fool.. Did you think...?\rdblquote  Carly asked, stopping.\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t know what I thought.\rdblquote  I admitted. \ldblquote How do you feel about polygamy?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Now there\rquote s a thought.\rdblquote  she said and started rocking on my cock again.\par
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\ldblquote Carly.\rdblquote  I said after a few seconds. \ldblquote There\rquote s something I need to tell you. About Ashley.\rdblquote  I didn\rquote t want to ruin what we had, but with Carly, I had to be honest.\rdblquote\par
\ldblquote That you fucked her.\rdblquote  Carly said it as a statement of fact, no question about it.\par
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\ldblquote You knew?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I saw the way she was looking at you this morning at breakfast. I knew.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I hadn\rquote t planned... I mean... I wasn\rquote t going to... I...\rdblquote  Carly leaned down and kissed me gently.\par
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\ldblquote Relax.\rdblquote  she instructed. \ldblquote Breathe.\rdblquote  I took a deep breath. \ldblquote I knew it was going to happen this week. I won\rquote t judge you, and you need to stop judging yourself. With Ashley and Robbie it was more like a therapy than sex.\rdblquote  I remembered last night, and today after lunch. If it was a therapy, why did I enjoy it so much.\par
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\ldblquote You know what her mom is like?\rdblquote  Carly continued. Ashley wants so much not to be like her, but she\rquote s a very sexual girl. I\rquote m glad you were her first.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You knew she was still a virgin?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I guessed.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I think we should talk to her about what happened, and about what she\rquote s going to do.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote We?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Please.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote That is going to be one of the strangest conversations on record. \lquote Hi, I know you fucked my best friend, which is okay because I fucked him too, even though I have a boyfriend back at school, but that\rquote s okay because he\rquote s probably sticking his dick in several willing pussies.\rquote\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote So you\rquote ll help?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Could we finish what we started first?\rdblquote  she asked. I reached up and grasped her tits and massaged the nipples with my thumbs.\par
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\ldblquote Maybe we should become sexual therapist when we graduate.\rdblquote  Carly mused. \ldblquote I can see the sign now, \lquote Williams and Connors, Sexual Counselors, First Times our Specialty.\rquote\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Connors and Williams.\rdblquote  I said, \ldblquote Sounds better.\rdblquote  I pulled her down into another kiss. \ldblquote A little plaque beneath it, \lquote Over two served\rquote  like a McDonald\rquote s sign.\rdblquote  thinking of Robbie and Ashley.\par
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\ldblquote Why stop at two, we have over a hundred in camp to practice on. We can start building our reputation now. And Williams and Connors sounds more professional.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Connors and...OH GOD!\rdblquote  I yelled as my cock pulsed and started delivering it\rquote s load into Carly.\par
\ldblquote HALLELUJAH BROTHERS AND SISTERS!\rdblquote  Carly added as her own orgasm overtook her.\par
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We never did figure out who was getting top billing.\par
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\pard\qc Chapter 13\par
Saturday Morning\par
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I woke up early, though at least the sun wasn\rquote t in my eyes. I scanned the room and it seemed like everyone was still asleep. At some point in the night, I\rquote d kicked off my sheet so all I had to do was swing my legs over the side of the bed and I was up. I picked up Scooby and headed toward the shower. A few pine needles still clung to it and I made a mental note to shake it out before I took my shower.\par
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I stepped into the shower bay and turned on two of the shower heads. I really like the feeling of hot water cascading over my body from two different directions. I decided that someday when I built my own house, I was going to have a shower with at least four shower heads. I hated that one part of my body was cold while hot water warmed the other side.\par
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I picked up the soap and lazily lathered my body. I was enjoying the privacy of the moment. I washed my cock last and naturally it turned into a jerk off. It took only a few strokes of my soapy hand before my cock gushed out several loads of cum.\par
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\ldblquote What a waste.\rdblquote  came a voice from behind me. I turned and the shower room was full of my entire crew of sixth graders.\par
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Naked sixth graders.\par
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Twenty-six naked eleven and twelve year olds and one teenager.\par
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\ldblquote Uh...\rdblquote  I said, embarrassed at being caught jerking off.\par
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All the girls surged forward into the shower with me. The shower could easily hold twelve, with twenty eight of us, it was a little crowded. I had to admit that the sight of young naked bodies brushing up against each other was a major turn on. And the inevitable little fingers that explored every inch of my body helped too. In a couple of minutes my rock hard friend was back.\par
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\ldblquote Has anyone ever told you, you\rquote re cute.\rdblquote  Janae asked as she scooted forward until my topside of my cock was pressed against her pussy slit. I wondered if Ashley had told her, they were best friends.\par
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\ldblquote I...oh!\rdblquote  I squawked as some little finger pushed up inside my asshole. \ldblquote I think I\rquote m getting out now.\rdblquote  I said and pushed through the mob of young flesh. Outside the shower bay, I picked up my towel and started drying off.\par
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\ldblquote We want a beauty contest.\rdblquote  Ashley said from somewhere in the middle of the mob. \ldblquote Whose pussy is cutest?\rdblquote  Several of the others picked up the chant.\par
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\ldblquote Do I look stupid?\rdblquote  I asked loudly. \ldblquote You are all cute. And I have never seen so many beautiful pussies. But I\rquote m not gonna pick one and piss off the other twenty-six. I\rquote m getting dressed.\rdblquote  I said and turned toward the bunk area, momentarily forgetting that I didn\rquote t have to.\par
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The twins were the first to follow me out. Their bodies still wet.\par
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I sat down on the edge of my bed and they walked up to me. \ldblquote Can we...\rdblquote  Stephy said.\par
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\ldblquote ...have that?\rdblquote  Danni finished.\par
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There\rquote s something extra sexy about twins. I leaned back on my elbows and nodded.\par
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The twins immediately knelt on the outside of my legs and leaned in and started licking. I had to wonder if they\rquote d had a lot of practice or if it was a natural twin thing because they were so coordinated in their technique. One would lick my balls while the other sucked the head of my cock, then without warning, they\rquote d switch. Or they\rquote d both lick the sides of my shaft, giggling as their tongues touched each other. The other girls trickled into the room and soon gathered around us.\par
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I sat up, Janae was on one side of me and I gently stroked her cunt with the back of my forefinger, letting the knuckle push her outer lips open. Kayla was on the other side and I caressed her small tight ass. Ashley leaned past a couple of other girls and pushed her tit in my face, so I gave her erect nipple a little nip with my teeth.\par
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\ldblquote He\rquote s cumming.\rdblquote  Danni announced, before I was aware of it myself and Stephy closed her mouth over my head to slurp up the first explosion of cream. Between spurts, her sister took her place with missing a drop and finished me off.\par
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I was ready for a nap, but I forced myself to take charge. \ldblquote Get dressed.\rdblquote  I ordered and the girls broke up and headed for their own bunks. As the twins got up, I pulled them into a double hug, \ldblquote Thank you.\rdblquote  I said and they giggled. I let go and they skipped away.\par
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The girls all dressed and without being told broke into groups and started cleaning the room.\par
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I wondered if I could volunteer for next weeks outdoor school from whatever school. I could get used to this.\par
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\pard\qc Chapter 14\par
Saturday Afternoon\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote ve been a great group. I hope you\rquote ve all had fun and maybe even accidentally learned something about the cycle of life in the forest. You have free time for the rest of the day. After dinner, we have a final presentation.\rdblquote  Bill Lang was saying. There was a loud cheer and the mass of kids broke into dozens of smaller groups all headed in different directions.\par
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I quickly found Ashley and took her hand and pulled her off toward what I thought of as our spot. Ashley grinned in expectation. My cock was behaving, hanging limply down at the ground. At the edge of the main clearing, Carly was waiting and I took her hand too. The three of us walked up the trail toward the clearing.\par
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\ldblquote I thought you didn\rquote t believe in threesomes?\rdblquote  Ashley challenged, sounding a little disappointed.\par
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\ldblquote There are always exceptions.\rdblquote  I said with a grin.\par
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We walked in silence to our clearing. I had brought my trusty towel and I spread it out on the log.\par
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\ldblquote Who starts?\rdblquote  Ashley asked nervously.\par
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\ldblquote I do.\rdblquote  I said and sat down and pulled Ashley onto my lap. Carly sat down next to me , so that Ashley was facing her. \ldblquote I, uh, told Carly all about what we did.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Is she mad?\rdblquote  Ashley asked looking at me and not at Carly.\par
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\ldblquote No, I\rquote m not mad.\rdblquote  Carly said. \ldblquote He didn\rquote t force you did he?\rdblquote  Ashley shook her head. \ldblquote Then I have no reason to be mad at him. And you\rquote re old enough to do whatever you want with your own body, so I\rquote m not mad at you.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Then why...?\rdblquote  Ashley asked looking directly at Carly.\par
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\ldblquote We just wanted to talk to you about what you did.\rdblquote  I said.\par
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\ldblquote And what you\rquote re going to do.\rdblquote  Carly finished.\par
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\ldblquote Are you going to tell me that I\rquote m too young to have sex with anyone else.\rdblquote  Ashley asked sarcastically.\par
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\ldblquote Of course not.\rdblquote  I said. \ldblquote But I think you\rquote re a very intelligent girl, and I just want you to think about what you do.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You don\rquote t want me to act like my mom.\rdblquote  Ashley said. \ldblquote You don\rquote t want me to be a slut.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Ashley, we...\rdblquote  Carly started, but I interrupted.\par
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\ldblquote Ashley...\rdblquote  I used my forefinger to turn her chin until she was looking straight into my eyes, \ldblquote I will never think of you as a slut. If you fuck every boy in the middle and high schools, and all the teachers and janitors too, I will still not think of you as a slut.\rdblquote\par
\ldblquote Okay.\rdblquote  she said. She seemed to have a lump in her throat. \ldblquote Even Mr. Temple?\rdblquote  she asked with just a hint of a grin.\par
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\ldblquote Even Mr. Temple.\rdblquote  I agreed. Willy Temple was the head janitor at the middle school. He was about seventy years old and had a huge wart on the side of his neck.\par
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\ldblquote Your mom...\rdblquote  Carly started.\par
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\ldblquote My mom is a slut.\rdblquote  Ashley said simply, looking at Carly.\par
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\ldblquote She\rquote s not a slut.\rdblquote  I defended.\par
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Ashley reached up and placed her hands on the sides of my head and turned it to look her straight in the eye again, \ldblquote My mom is a slut.\rdblquote\par
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I grabbed her head and held her so that our eyes were locked. \ldblquote Your mom is your mom. She gave birth to a very smart, very pretty, very fun girl named Ashley. She loves you very much. She\rquote s mom, She\rquote s not a slut. Understood?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Understood.\rdblquote  she agreed. \ldblquote It\rquote s just...\rdblquote  there was a tear at the corner of her eye.\par
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\ldblquote I understand.\rdblquote  I told her, letting go of her head, but still looking her in the eye. \ldblquote Right now, we\rquote re going to talk about Ashley. But maybe it\rquote s time for you to have a talk with your mom about the birds and the bees. If you want to do that, and you want Carly or me or both of us to help, we will.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Thank you.\rdblquote  Ashley said, nodding. Then she looked at Carly. Carly smiled and nodded too.\par
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\ldblquote Okay. My mom is not a slut, we know that, but the rest of the world thinks she is. Is that the message?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote The message is, that if you make sex so easy for any guy who comes along, then pretty soon all the guys will think you\rquote re good for, or good at is sex. Before long the girls will believe it too. And then, you\rquote ll start to believe it.\rdblquote  Carly said.\par
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\ldblquote Sex is fun.\rdblquote  I said. \ldblquote Hell, sex is real fun, but it\rquote s not all there is in life. It\rquote s not what life is about.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote So what is life about?\rdblquote  Ashley asked, the little smart ass. I looked at Carly and she shrugged.\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t know yet.\rdblquote  I admitted. \ldblquote Ask me in a hundred years and I probably still won\rquote t know the answer, but I may understand the question better.\par
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\ldblquote So maybe life is about sex.\rdblquote  Ashley suggested with a malicious grin.\par
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\ldblquote The secret of life is the search for the perfect orgasm?\rdblquote  Carly asked and Ashley nodded.\par
\ldblquote Well then, you\rquote ve both had it, since you\rquote ve both had me, that means you can get on with the number two question of life.\rdblquote\par
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Both girls groaned and Ashley got off my lap and went and sat on Carly\rquote s.\par
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\ldblquote What?\rdblquote  I asked innocently and Carly gave me a shove that landed me on my back behind the log with my legs sticking straight up in the air.\par
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\pard\qc Chapter 15\par
Saturday Night\par
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\ldblquote So whose turn is it tonight?\rdblquote  Carly asked as she stood beside in the back of the rec hall. \ldblquote Me or Ashley?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote ve been thinking about that threesome Ashley mentioned.\rdblquote  I said with a grin.\par
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Carly half turned and punched me in the arm. Hard.\par
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\ldblquote Oww. What\rquote d I do?\rdblquote  I whined.\par
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\ldblquote Listen Mr. Paul Connors. After this week you may think you\rquote re this big stud, but I can still take you.\rdblquote  I had no doubts.\par
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I hung my head and looked at my toes. \ldblquote I\rquote m sorry.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote You better be.\rdblquote  Carly said with a smile. \par
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I looked around and nobody was paying any attention to us. In the front of the room, Bill Lang and the teachers were giving a final presentation before we all went home tomorrow. There were even some awards. My girls won for the cleanest living area and happiest campers.\par
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\ldblquote So I suppose you\rquote re going to want to go out with Ashley, since she can\rquote t beat you up.\rdblquote  Carly whispered.\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote m not so sure, she\rquote s pretty tough.\rdblquote  I said. Quietly. \ldblquote If I suggested going out with her and then coming back for you, would it cause me pain?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Just for thinking it.\rdblquote  Carly said and punched me in exactly the same spot.\par
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\ldblquote I think somebody needs to get laid to mellow her out, so guess I\rquote ll take you.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Gee thanks.\rdblquote  Carly answered and I waited for another hit, but it never came, instead she reached down and started stroking my cock back to life. I thought about telling her it wasn\rquote t the time or the place, but it felt too good.\par
Up on the small stage, Mr. Atwood was finishing up. \ldblquote And I\rquote m sure we all want to thank Mr. Lang for all his help this week.\rdblquote  he said and the crowd gave him enthusiastic applause.\par
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\ldblquote Think we should come back next week?\rdblquote  he asked and the applause was even more enthusiastic. I noticed my girls were clapping especially hard.\par
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\ldblquote Too bad, You have to go back to real school.\rdblquote  He said and gave an evil laugh.\par
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\ldblquote And to finish up this evening, some of the students from group one have put together a little skit for you.\rdblquote  This was the first I heard of it. \ldblquote I have a feeling that\rquote s it\rquote s something totally inappropriate. So if you want, I\rquote ll tell them they can\rquote t do it.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote NO!\rdblquote  several of the kids yelled.\par
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\ldblquote You mean you want to see something inappropriate?\rdblquote\par
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The kids started screaming and clapping. Pretty soon, the whole building was shaking as everyone clapped and stomped their feet in rhythm.\par
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After almost a minute, Mr. Atwood held out his hands and quieted them down. \ldblquote Okay. Okay. We\rquote ll do the skit. After they\rquote re done, you have about half an hour of free time, then back to your bunk rooms. In the morning, we\rquote re leaving about an hour after breakfast so make sure you have everything and you\rquote re ready to go. Okay, group one.\rdblquote\par
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Ashley, Janae and Sally all ran up to the stage as the teachers and Bill Lang moved off to the side of the room. I waited, wondering what they were going to do, when Carly let go of my now very hard cock, took my hand and led me up there. She placed me at one side of the stage and told me to go along or I\rquote d regret it. Carly never makes idle threats, so I nodded agreement.\par
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Carly took her place off to the other side of the stage and faced the audience. \ldblquote We\rquote ve decided to act out an old joke for you.\rdblquote  she told the hundred and twelve watching kids. \ldblquote An old dirty joke.\rdblquote  she added and most of the audience lite up with big grins. \ldblquote Teachers and parents may want to step outside for five minutes.\rdblquote  she suggested. The kids all laughed and Mr. Atwood didn\rquote t look happy.\par
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\ldblquote Incidentally, we haven\rquote t told Paul about this, so if he looks lost, he is.\rdblquote  More laughter and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.\par
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Sally came out and handed me my Scooby Doo towel and told me to wrap it around my waist, which I did.\par
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\ldblquote Everybody ready?\rdblquote  a few yelled \lquote yes\rquote , a few nodded, but most just waited.\par
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\ldblquote Once upon a time, Paul went to collage. I knew he doesn\rquote t look very smart, but this is a fairy tale and anything can happen in a fairy tale.\rdblquote  I decided to spank her. I knew I\rquote d pay for it later, but it would be worth it.\par
\ldblquote Paul lived in a huge dormitory with twenty floors, elevators and everything. Girls lived on the even floors and boys lived on the odd ones.\rdblquote  I tried to remember a joke that started this way but couldn\rquote t.\par
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\ldblquote Paul lived on the seventeenth floor and one day he needed a shower. And anyone who\rquote s stood next to Paul knows that ain\rquote t no fairy tale.\rdblquote  I smiled at the laughing audience, thinking that a spanking wasn\rquote t enough.\par
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\ldblquote Each floor had it\rquote s own shower room but the shower on Paul\rquote s floor was broken, so he had to go down to the fifteenth floor. Paul got into the elevator carrying a bar of sap, a bottle of shampoo and wearing a towel. As Paul was about to push the button for the fifteenth floor, the doors closed, catching the edge of his towel and pulling it off him. Paul was so surprised that he accidentally pushed the wrong button.\rdblquote  \par
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Carly looked at me and I realized that I was supposed to act this out. I didn\rquote t know where this was going, but I knew I didn\rquote t like it. I pretended to walk carrying something in my hands. I stepped into the imaginary elevator and pretended that I was about to push a button when Sally reached out and grabbed my towel. The audience howled with laughter and I decided that they all needed a good spanking.\par
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\ldblquote Paul had pushed the button for the sixteenth floor. A girl\rquote s floor. When the elevator got there, the doors opened halfway and got stuck because of Paul\rquote s towel. Paul tried to get them to close so he could get back to his own floor, but they wouldn\rquote t.\rdblquote\par
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I stepped forward and pretended to look out of the imaginary elevator. Then I stepped back and beat on the doors and pushed all the different buttons as frantically as I could.\par
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\ldblquote Paul knew that the stairwell was only about twenty feet down the hall and figured he could dash out and get to the stairs before anyone saw him. He looked out of the elevator and the coast looked clear, so he dashed into the hall.\rdblquote   I pretended to look out of the elevator and then ran to the middle of the stage.\par
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\ldblquote Just as he got halfway, one of the doors opened and three girls stepped into the hall. They were all wearing robes and were heading for their own showers.\rdblquote  Janae, Ashley and Sally all stepped onto the stage. \ldblquote Paul recognized them and knew they were all very very near sighted and saw that none of them were wearing their glasses, so he froze like a statue with his arms held up like L\rquote s and hoped they wouldn\rquote t see him.\rdblquote  I froze holding my elbows out from my body, arms up. Now I recognized the joke and figured the order of the girls would determine if I had to transfer schools or not.\par
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\ldblquote The girls all walked down the hallway chatting until they came to Paul.\rdblquote  Carly said. The three girls all walked across the stage until they were right in front of me. \par
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\ldblquote Look, a new vending machine.\rdblquote  Ashley said loudly. \ldblquote I think I\rquote ve got a quarter, let\rquote s try it out.\rdblquote  Ashley reached into her pocket and pulled out an imaginary quarter and pushed it into my mouth. Then she reached out, grabbed my cock atthe head and rubbed her hand in to the base and back out again. She grinned at me, reached up to my right hand, \ldblquote Look, a bottle of shampoo for a quarter.\rdblquote  she said.\par
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I prayed for Sally, but Janae said, \ldblquote Let me try.\rdblquote  She pulled an imaginary quarter from her pocket, pushed it into my mouth and grabbed my cock. She rubbed it in and out along the shaft and then reached up to my left hand. \ldblquote Look, I got a bar of soap.\rdblquote\par
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Sally stepped up in front of me. I decided that I wouldn\rquote t let my cooperate, no matter what.\par
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\ldblquote I want to try.\rdblquote  Sally said, and placed her imaginary quarter into my mouth and grabbing my cock. She rubbed it forward and back. She reached up to my right hand, then my left hand. \ldblquote Nothing!\rdblquote  she yelled. \ldblquote I got gypped.\rdblquote\par
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Have you ever had something that you didn\rquote t want to look at, but your eyes were attracted to like magnets. Like fat old Aunt Bessie in a swimsuit. Then you know how I felt as my eyes landed on Mr. Atwood. That was not a happy man, I told myself as Sally grabbed my cock again. I willed my body not to respond and tried to send Mr. Atwood a message with mental telepathy that this was not my idea.\par
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\ldblquote Damn machine stole my quarter.\rdblquote  Sally yelled as she rubbed her hand up and down my shaft. I told myself I could hold out all night if necessary, but about six strokes later I could feel that familiar pressure in the head of my cock that told me the punchline was coming, and so was I.\par
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At least I didn\rquote t groan or yell as a thick glob of cum spurted out of my cock onto Sally\rquote s hands. She turned to the audience displaying her prize as another spurt dribbled onto the floor. \ldblquote Look, hand lotion.\rdblquote\par
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I stood there dripping cum onto the stage as the audience roared with laughter.\par
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I figured as long as there was at least one guy on the jury, I could never be convicted of Carly\rquote s murder.\par
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\pard\qc Chapter 16\par
Sunday Morning\par
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\ldblquote Great show yesterday.\rdblquote  Doug said as I came out of the dining hall after breakfast.\par
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\ldblquote You have a future in porn.\rdblquote  Marcia added.\par
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\ldblquote Thanks guys.\rdblquote  I said, adding them to the list of people who were going to suffer horribly. \par
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Then I felt like Stephen King\rquote s Carrie and erased the list. \par
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\ldblquote It\rquote s been a hell of a week, hasn\rquote t it.\rdblquote  I said with a big smile and walked on, knowing that my good humor would bother them.\par
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Carly was waiting for me a few feet away. \ldblquote Does that smile mean I\rquote m forgiven?\rdblquote  she asked.\par
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\ldblquote No, it means I\rquote m bugging the hell out of Doug and Marcia.\rdblquote  I told her.\par
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Last night after the skit I\rquote d gone back to my bunkroom alone, and hadn\rquote t gone out with Carly or Ashley. Of course, after cumming on stage, I really didn\rquote t need to. Hell, this morning I woke up without a boner for the first time in at least six years. I figured the little fellow had enough.\par
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\ldblquote It was just a joke. Can\rquote t we talk about this.\rdblquote  Carly asked.\par
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I pictured spanking Carly, then remembered that I\rquote d erased my Carrie list. \par
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\ldblquote There\rquote s nothing to talk about. It was a great skit. I\rquote m just being childish.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Then you\rquote re not mad?\rdblquote  she asked hopefully.\par
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\ldblquote Of course I\rquote m mad. I told you that I\rquote m being childish. There\rquote s no way I\rquote m going to waste a good mad.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Do you think you\rquote ll get over anytime soon?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote The mad? Probably in ten or fifteen minutes. The embarrassment? I figure if I keep a real low profile for seven or eight years, people will forget all about it. I didn\rquote t want to go to Stanford anyway. I\rquote ll just live in my parent\rquote s basement and stuff envelopes for a living and become a curmudgeon.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Your parent\rquote s don\rquote t have a basement.\rdblquote  Carly reminded me.\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote re not helping.\rdblquote  I told her and walked away. I couldn\rquote t help grinning as soon as my back was to her. Carly is very hard to stay mad at. Over the years, believe me, I\rquote ve tried.\par
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I walked into the bunkroom and the girls were in about six clusters. \ldblquote Okay...\rdblquote  I yelled. \ldblquote Who\rquote s not packed yet?\rdblquote\par
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I wasn\rquote t surprised when Ashley raised her hand. I was surprised when she was the only one.\par
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\ldblquote Bring her to me.\rdblquote  I ordered and laughed maniacally. I practice my maniac\rquote s laugh, you never know when it will come in handy. Several of the girls, including Janae and Kayla grabbed Ashley and dragged her toward me. \par
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When they got close, I grabbed her wrist and hauled her onto my lap, face down. I raised my hand to spank, then looked up at the crowd. \ldblquote With or without pants?\rdblquote  I asked, and all of them yelled \lquote without\rquote . I reached under her and unfastened Ashley\rquote s fly and pulled down the zipper. Then I skinned her tight jeans down her thighs to her knees.\par
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Again I raised my hand to strike, stopped, and looked at the crowd. \ldblquote With or without panties?\rdblquote  \lquote Without\rquote  they yelled without hesitation and I reached down again and pulled her pink butterflied panties down to her jeans. As I adjusted her on my lap, I could feel the tip of my cock pressed against the fold of her pussy.\par
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I raised my hand again and this time let it fall with a loud smack. I gave her two more, then lifted her to her feet. I looked her in the face, \ldblquote Packed! Now!\rdblquote  I said and she scampered through the mob toward her bunk.\par
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She got about halfway there, turned and ran back and gave me a big hug, then ran back to her bunk and started throwing her clothes and other stuff into a backpack.\par
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\ldblquote If you\rquote re packed, I want your stuff piled outside the door, then I want this place spotless.\rdblquote  I was amazed at how quickly everyone jumped to obey. I might have a career as a tyrant.\par
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I stood outside the bus watching my girls chatting in small groups. The other counselors were frantically trying to get their groups organized and luggage loaded. We were done. \par
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There are definite advantages to being a tyrant.\par
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Carly came up beside a few minutes later.\par
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\ldblquote Would you like to ride together?\rdblquote  she asked. \ldblquote Mr. Atwood said that all us high schoolers are officially off duty.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote m pretty sure that Mr. Atwood would prefer that I stay here in the woods.\rdblquote  I said, wondering if one less recommendation letter in my Stanford file would make the difference. Stanford is hard to get into.\par
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\ldblquote Mr. Atwood is not mad at you. He knew exactly what we were going to do, I told him beforehand.\rdblquote  \par
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\ldblquote And he agreed?\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote After I reminded him how much he liked my tits.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote And the other teachers knew too?\rdblquote\par
\ldblquote Mr Linwood and Mr Martell both like my tits too.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Please don\rquote t tell me Mrs Tate liked your tits. I don\rquote t think I could handle it.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote No, but Mrs Tate has more of a sense of humor than most people give her credit for. And since she could retire at any minute, she also doesn\rquote t give a damn what anybody else thinks. She does think you have a nice tool, by the way. Her exact words.\rdblquote\par
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I really didn\rquote t want to think about Mrs Tate admiring my tool.\par
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\ldblquote So Mr. Atwood knew his only daughter was going to jack me off in front of the whole sixth grade?\rdblquote  I said, starting o relax.\par
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\ldblquote Well...\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Carly!\rdblquote  I said sharply.\par
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\ldblquote He knew the joke, and he knew that Sally had a part in the skit.\rdblquote  she hesitated, \ldblquote I may not have mentioned which part.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote I\rquote ve waited my whole life to go to Stanford and now I\rquote ll be lucky to get into Watermelon Mountain Community Collage.\rdblquote  I moaned.\par
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\ldblquote No community collage for you. You\rquote ll come to Columbia with me.\rdblquote  Carly promised.\par
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\ldblquote I don\rquote t want Columbia. I want Stanford!\rdblquote  I said stomping my foot like a two year old. Carly patted me on the head.\par
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Doug and Marcia walked by on their way to bus three and I nodded politely at them. Doug had his arm around her, his hand on her ass. \ldblquote She\rquote ll dump him by Monday.\rdblquote  Carly said cattily.\par
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\ldblquote Ha.\rdblquote  I snorted. A lot you know. Ten to one says She\rquote ll dump him before the bus comes to a stop back at school.\rdblquote\par
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\ldblquote Fifty cents.\rdblquote  Carly challenged.\par
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\ldblquote You\rquote re covered.\rdblquote\par
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My girls were lining up to get on the bus and I took Carly by the hand and pulled her over into the line. Once again the girls all settled in the back of the bus. Carly started to pull me into a seat in the middle but I pulled her along and we sat in the middle of the group of chatting girls and talked to all of them all the way back to school. \par
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After all, they were my girls.\par
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\pard\qc Afterward\par
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It was, as I\rquote ve said before, one hell of a week. And several months later, I still haven\rquote t decided if I think The Program is a good idea. I mean, my girls will be in high school in a couple more years, do I really want Ashley, or Janae or Sally to go through it.\par
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I won my bet with Carly. Doug was history about the time their bus hit the city limits. I haven\rquote t collected my fifty cents yet, but Carly promises me I will. She says she\rquote d rather owe it to me than beat me out of it.\par
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Mr. Atwood was cool to me for a couple of weeks but at the end of the school year wrote me a fantastic letter of reference for my Stanford file. He even mentioned that I\rquote d had to go through the NIS program during the week I\rquote d volunteered at Outdoor school. He said I handled a difficult situation with a great deal of maturity.\par
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When we got back to school, Jerry had decided that he wanted to go out with the Polaski sisters. Cindy was a junior and Maryanne was a freshman. So Carly and I went out for a couple of months, but now we\rquote re both seeing other people. We\rquote re still best friends, thank God we didn\rquote t ruin that. And we still have sex when the mood hits us, which being red blooded American teenagers is a lot.\par
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Carly, Ashley and I had a long talk with Ashley\rquote s mom. It was uncomfortable for everybody, but I think she understood how much her actions were bothering Ashley and how her reputation could effect Ashley too. She\rquote s been pretty good for a couple of months now.\par
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Ashley and I get together for some vigorous exercise about once a week or so. Thankfully we use beds now instead of the ground. Ashley has hinted that Janae wants to join in, but I\rquote ve been firm. So far.\par
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I still help out at the middle school so I see \lquote My Girls\rquote  a lot. They come to me for advice on their problems, especially with boys, and that makes me feel pretty good. Most of them try to cop feels or offer other services, but I\rquote ve told them that the program is over. Some times it\rquote s no fun being a good guy.\par
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The only other thing I can think of that you might be interested in is the first three school days after we came back.\par
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On Monday, when we got to school, Beech decided that since Carly and I had not been on school property for our program, that we had to do it again. Carly flat out refused and I backed her up. When he threatened to have us stripped, she let him know that she\rquote d file assault charges against anybody who touched her and him. Beech suspended us so loudly that people in the hallway knew about it.\par
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On Tuesday, Mr Turner came back from his surgery, un-suspended us and pronounced us satisfactorily completed with the NIS program. He also removed the suspensions from our records. As we came back to school, Carly and I started plotting our revenge.\par
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On Wednesday, at the weekly teacher\rquote s meeting, Mr. McCoy, the superintendent reamed the Ol\rquote Leech a new one for sending naked teenagers on a middle school trip, for trying to send us through the program a second week, for suspending two of the school\rquote s best students, and for doing it so loudly that the whole school knew about it. The last was a little unfair since he was so loud that a couple dozen students in the hall outside the teacher\rquote s lounge enjoyed the show. \par
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Apparently the district is not going to pick up Beech\rquote s contract next year.\par
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Carly and I decided to be big about it and not pour salt in his wounds.\par
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No revenge for us.\par
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Unless we happen to think of something really good.\par
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