0 comments/ 19299 views/ 9 favorites Summer Camp: Once a Scout, Always a Scout By: anonymousbosch Summer Camp: Once a Scout, Always a Scout Prologue The line separating fact from fantasy often blurs as one ages; this is not true for me. The line is very clear. With one exception, all of the characters and most of the incidents are as described. The reader will have to determine which is the exception. There is one indisputable fact that runs throughout, however: almost all older women (any woman over thirty in my view) are horny by nature. Place them with a bunch of horny young men and they will satisfy that itch and do so in some creative and bold ways. I know; I experienced many of them first hand one summer and beyond. One It was a summer I wouldn't soon forget, if ever. My name is Bill and I'm an Eagle Scout. You've heard the saying Once a Marine, always a Marine. Well, the same applies in Scouting. Once an Eagle Scout always an Eagle Scout. I have the badges to show for the work that went into attaining that distinction. The one badge I most cherish is the one that I don't pin to my sash, however, but I carry it around in my head. The summer I turned eighteen and was between high school and college, I did the same thing I had done for two previous summers: I was on staff at a Boy Scout Camp in the low coastal range along the Pacific Ocean. The camp was one that was almost too beautiful to believe. It was on the banks of a river and surrounded by redwood trees. The buildings were rustic and ram shackled with mossy roofs. Most of the Scouts stayed in three-sided cabins with board bunks. Since I was going to be on kitchen staff, my accommodations were a little better but not much. Comfort wasn't one of the benefits, nor was the pay. However, the rest of it was great beyond anything I would ever experience, especially the last year. The first week of camp was spent cleaning up from the havoc caused by the previous winter and getting equipment on the river, stocking the kitchen and just bringing the camp back to life, and it was a week during which we had fun. We swam in the cold river, we ate from pans warmed over campfires, we played grab ass, and we had fun. The rest of the summer would be fun as well, but it would be hard work for low pay. During the previous two years, I had been assigned to jobs in the crafts cabin and the waterfront. This year I got lucky in more ways than one: I was assigned to the kitchen and all that went with it. The best part was that I would be assisting the cook who just happened to be the wife of the camp director. The camp director was an overweight schoolteacher who was also a Scoutmaster during the year. He filled the uniform in a way that didn't do honor to it. In other words, he was a slob. His wife, on the other hand, was quite fit and, in my hormone driven view, a sex goddess. I almost choked when I heard I was going to be working as her assistant in the kitchen. I had heard rumors about her from some of the older Scouts during the previous two years I had been on staff. Among them was that she was very friendly toward her assistants, very friendly. I thought the rumors were nothing but wishful thinking on the part of some sexually charged guys who had never seen a nude female body except on the pages of glossy "fuck magazines." I hoped that I was wrong and that the rumors were true. *** Mrs. Reardon was about forty or maybe a little older. She was one of those women who have a perpetual cheerleader look about them: shapely, round butt, firm breasts, cute, hair in ponytail, a few freckles that grow as the sun gets hotter, and she had a smile that seemed to be glued to her face. In other words, she was gorgeous to me and every other Scout in camp. She had two kids, both girls. One was my age and the other was in her early teens and already in college. They didn't often join their parents at camp. "Hi, Bill. I can't tell you how pleased I am to have you assisting me this summer. We will make some great food together, and we will have fun doing it," Mrs. Reardon said when I met her for the first time, although I had seen her many times. I was wearing the summer uniform that consisted of calf-length stockings, shorts, and short-sleeved shirt. I also wore the neck scarf, but no accessories other than the badge of rank. The shorts were not going to be much of a shield from the perpetual hard on I knew I was going to sport around Mrs. Reardon. "Hi, Mrs. Reardon. I'm glad to be assigned to you this summer," I said as my cock stirred. "Please, call me Kathy since we will be working closely. I'll call you Bill." Then she gave me that cock-teasing smile. "OK, Kathy. I'm very happy that I was assigned to you." "Why is that, Bill?" "I like working in the kitchen," I lied. "Great, but you know that we have the hardest job in camp, don't you? The first order of business is planning the menu, and then we need to go to town and pick up a few things that we don't have. First, let's get the stoves ready. And one other thing: I asked for you." She asked for me? The rumors would have to be true. That afternoon was the start of a summer that has become etched in my memory. Two The camp truck was one of those that had seen better days but was still doing its job. Since I had my license, Kathy asked me to drive; she didn't have any experience with a manual shift. We drove out of camp along the winding road that was shaded under redwood trees. I drove slowly to make the trip last as long as possible. Kathy sat next to me in her shorts and T-shirt with the camp's name emblazoned across the front. Her breasts distorted the name of the camp in a way that required concentration to read. Her breasts were larger than most but stood up as if suspended by some unseen device. Driving without looking at them as they bounced with each bump in the road was a task I would have to come to grips with. "Bill," Kathy asked as we drove, "do you have a girlfriend?" "No, not anyone steady." "It must be hard to spend an entire summer away from all the girls that are out there and just waiting for you to ask them for a date." I was a little flustered at that point, and my cock was finding some courage of its own and created a path toward the opening in one leg of my shorts. "I'll manage somehow." "All of you young guys up here in the woods without girls must get a little needy, if you know what I mean." "I suppose we all look forward to the end of camp while still enjoying it." "So, tell me, how do you manage your libidos during the summer with so little access to girls?" By this time, I thought I knew where she was going and became more than flustered. My face was red and my cock was almost to the opening in my shorts after escaping my briefs. "Libidos? What's that," I said, knowing what a libido was. After all, I had recently read a book by Henry Miller that I used as my primary masturbation aid. "I suppose we just work hard." "Do you work hard or work while hard?" Holy fuck; this was going somewhere that I could have only dreamed. Here sat a woman whom I thought of as unbelievably sexy talking to me about sex, at least that's what I thought she was doing. "I'm not sure what you mean, Mrs. Reardon, er, Kathy." "I think you know what I'm talking about. If you and I are going to work closely together this summer, I think we should be honest with each other. I meant that you young staff members walk around most of the summer with erections. I know that this very moment you have an erection that's about to break out of your shorts. I also know that you have taken every opportunity to check out my tits. That can be hazardous when you're driving. How about if we park and talk about how the summer is going to proceed?" My ability to concentrate on driving plummeted at that point. Fortunately, there was a turn off into a dirt road that headed in the direction of the river that was just out of sight, screened by a stand of redwoods and undergrowth. I turned into the road and slowed to a snail's pace. The road was a road in name only; it was pocked with holes filled with water and closed in on both sides by under growth that scraped the sides of the truck. The road ended at the bank of the river, the same river we would be spending a lot of time in during the summer. There was just room enough to turn the truck around, but it would be a challenge. I turned the engine off with the truck facing the river. The bank where I parked was about twenty feet above the river and covered in low bushes. The view of the river was unobstructed, offering the perfect vision with which to associate losing my virginity, if that was about to happen. "Slide over next to me so we can talk and get some things out of the way," Kathy said. She turned in the seat as she spoke while lifting her left knee up onto the seat so she could face me. As she did this, she spread her legs. I just about came at that point. Her tan shorts were tight and made even tighter by this move. I glanced at her crotch and saw what I thought must be the crack of her vagina outlined just under the thin fabric. I didn't spend a lot of time there because I didn't want her to think I was some kind of pervert, which, of course, I was. Then my eyes settled on her tits. "Do you find me attractive, Bill, or do you just have a case of wondering eyes?" "You are very attractive, Mrs. er, Kathy." "What is it about me you find most attractive? And one more question: are you a virgin?" "Your smile; you always seem to be smiling as if you like the person your with." "Is there more than my smile that you like about me?" "I like all of you." "Let's be specific, Bill. Name one more thing about me that you like." "Well, ummm, ahhh, you know." "No I don't; name one thing other than my smile." "Well, I like your shape." "What about my shape do you like?" By that time, my cock was just starting to show its head as it crept out of the leg of my shorts. "I like your top. You know, your chest." "So, you like my breasts, is that what you mean?" "Yes, I like your ti, er breasts." "You like my tits. That's a start, but if we are going to work closely together this summer, we have to be honest with each other. Is it my tits or my breasts that you like?" "I like your tits." "Would you like to see them and maybe touch them? And you haven't told me whether you're a virgin." "Yes, yes I would, and yes I am, a virgin, that is." It was all I could do to keep from coming out the leg of my shorts at the point. The head of my cock was now just out of the confines of my shorts and clearly visible to Mrs. Reardon if she looked down. Then she did just that. At that point, Kathy pulled her T-shirt out from where it was tucked into her shorts and began to slowly lift it up and over her head. When she reached the bottom of her tits, she looked at the head of my cock and licked her lips. Then she lifted the shirt up and off. There she sat wearing just a bra, a substantial bra, and a smile. "Would you like to take my bra off, or shall I? We really need to get comfortable with each other since we're going to be working so closely together, don't you think?" "I guess and yes I would like to try, if you don't mind." I reached up then around her back. Then she stopped me. "The opening is in the front between my tits as you call them and prefer that you do. Here, I'll help." She took my hands and pulled them up. Before she helped me to the clasp, she placed my hands against both tits. Then I did come. My semen shot out along my leg and onto the dash of the truck. I squeezed her tits as I came, which made the sensation last a lot longer than I experienced when I jacked off. As I ejaculated, Kathy undid the clasp between her tits and pulled the cups of her bra aside, pushing my hands out of the way as she did so. There I was, shooting semen all over the place and looking at the first real tits I had seen outside the pages of a magazine that got passed from hand to hand among my perverted friends in school. Then I put my hands against her tits and felt her nipples on my palms while Kathy reached for my cock through the gap in the leg of my shorts and wrapped her hand around it. "My, that was quite the orgasm, wasn't it, Bill," she said as she gripped my deflating cock. Now, maybe we should start from the beginning by going down and cleaning you up so you can really fuck me." Fuck me? Was this really happening? Was this woman about whom I had fantasies while jacking off since I first laid eyes on her about to let me fuck her? It appeared that she was. I got out of the truck on my side, trying my best not to get semen on my shorts; I only had two pairs of them in camp. Kathy got out on the other side, her tits bouncing as she did. Then she walked over to where I stood, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss like nothing I had even experienced. While her tongue drove into my mouth and her tits smashed against my chest, my cock found new life, pushing the front of my shorts out. By that point there seemed to be no purpose in trying to keep my shorts somewhat clean. I grabbed her ass and pulled her into my cock as we kissed. "Bill," Kathy sputtered, let's get in the water before you come again and I don't have the opportunity to feel you inside me." With that, Kathy pulled her shorts down and off; her panties quickly followed. There she stood, the first real live woman I had seen without a stitch on, and she was woman whom I had dreamt about fucking since I was about fifteen. Moreover, the rumors were true. "Get out of those, Bill," she said, pointing at my shorts. Her tits were huge and droopy, but they were the most beautiful objects I had ever seen. Her nipples were about a half-inch long and hard. The hair covering her crotch was blond and bushy, matching the hair on her head. She stood in front of me with no hint of self-consciousness. I got out of my clothes in record time. When I pulled my briefs over my cock, it sprang out to its full length; its rejuvenation was miraculous. There we were, naked and horny. I had my first lesson in the sexual appetites of women. Before this, I had the impression that women had to be coerced into sex and that they probably didn't like it as much as men. How wrong I was. "Your cock is beautiful, Bill. Let's get in the river so I can wash it. Then I might even give you a blowjob." A blowjob? Fuck, that was a term I had seen in the same Henry Miller book I jacked off to. Then Kathy took my hand and we walked into the very cold water together. When the water reached our thighs, we stopped and Kathy began to wash my cock. She told me that I should wash her cunt -- her term -- as she worked on my cock. When I first touched her cunt, she gave a little shiver and a push back against my hand. In doing so, I felt the opening of her cunt, which was slippery and open. "Now push your middle finger into the opening, Bill. You will find it very slippery. Then work you finger in and out." She was right; I found the opening of her cunt and was able to push my middle finger in until I had it as far as it would go. Then I started a rhythmic in and out motion. As I finger-fucked Kathy, she bent at the waist and pulled my cock to her mouth. Then she put her lips over the head of my cock, sliding her lips down on it until she had almost all of it in her mouth. I could barely continue finger-fucking her as she gave me my first blowjob. "Let's save this, Bill. I want to feel you come in me," Kathy said after pulling her mouth back and off my now super-engorged cock. It was all I could do to walk back up the gentle bank to the truck with my cock swinging from side to side and Kathy's tits bouncing beside me. When we reached the truck, Kathy got into the passenger seat then put her feet on the running board and spread her legs. Her cunt was mostly visible through her blond hair. What was visible was open and glistening. She beckoned me to her. "Come here, Bill. Put that beautiful cock in me now," Kathy panted. I walked to her and found that I couldn't quite reach her cunt from where I stood on the ground outside the truck. I gently took Kathy by the hand and brought her down to where she could sit on the running board. I got on my knees between her legs and let her guide my cock into her. Just as I began to push past her cunt lips, the sensation became too much and I came again. I instinctively pushed into her cunt and slammed back and forth until I had depleted all of the semen I had. Then I just lay against her with my deflated cock still in her cunt. "Fuck, oh fuck. That was the greatest orgasm of my entire life," Kathy said as I lay against her, her tits smashed against my chest. Then I took one tit in hand, and while fondling it, kissed her in a way that Henry Miller might well have described in one of his books. "Are you getting hard again, Bill?" Kathy asked. I was. We then fucked again for a lot longer. I was able to feel her cunt as my cock worked in it. I was able to watch Kathy's face as I ran my cock in as far as it would go, then pull out and do it again. I came five times that day, three in Kathy's cunt. I could have come in her several more times, but she whispered in my ear, my cock still snuggled against her dripping cunt, that we had to go to town and do what we were supposed to be doing. In addition, we still had dinner to prepare. While we shopped and drove, it was difficult for me to keep my hands and eyes off Kathy. When we got on the road into the camp, she slid next to me and put her hand on my crotch. "Would you like to continue what we started today, or would you like to jack off for the rest of the summer." My cock was pushing up against her hand as she asked the question that my cock was answering. "I want to keep doing what we started. You are fantastic." "How do you know since I'm the first woman you've had sex with?" "I just know." Then she unzipped me, pulled out my cock and began to give me a hand job. When we reached the road where I had lost my virginity, I turned in and stopped. Then she gave me another blowjob as I fingered her still very slippery cunt. I came in her mouth, and she swallowed every bit of my semen. Then she kissed me as my finger worked inside her. I had found her clitoris and worked around it (She told me all about her clitoris when we stopped here before.) until she came while sucking on my mouth. When we drove into camp, the first person I saw was her husband, the camp director. He was at the door to the dining hall. I drove as near the door as possible so we could unload. "You two certainly took your sweet time in town," he said with his usual scowl. "You look like you may have had quite a workout shopping," he said to his wife as she went to the box and started unloading supplies. "I guess you could say that we had a workout," she said with no further comment. Dinner that evening was very simple. Since the campers hadn't yet arrived, we weren't required to produce a huge amount of food. At the end of the meal and the games we played afterward singing and story-telling, Kathy and I started to clean up and wash dishes. The rest of the staff went outside to do some more work before turning in. Kathy was washing dishes and I dried. As she stood at the sinks, I walked behind her, put my hands around her, and cupped her tits. "You've become pretty adept at getting me turned on in such a short time, Bill. I think we should be careful in camp, though. We don't want to be found out and kicked out before the season starts. But in the mean time, twist my nipples and grind your cock into my ass." As I did as instructed, I heard the screen door to the dining room open, then footsteps coming toward the kitchen. I let go of Kathy's tits and quickly took up the towel and began to dry dishes. My cock was standing at full staff, so I pushed it into the cupboard. Then Kathy's husband walked in. Summer Camp: Once a Scout, Always a Scout "The rest of the Scouts and I are going to take a quick hike up along the river to the falls before bed, so I'll see you two when we get back." "OK, dear," Kathy said. No sooner had the director closed the door before I resumed my work on Kathy's tits. This time there was little risk that someone would catch us, so I worked my hand into her T-shirt, under her bra and over her bare tits. With my cock working into the crack of her ass through her shorts, she reached back and worked her hand over my cock. Then she turned around and kissed me. That was the first time that we fucked in the kitchen. There would be many more before the summer ended. *** Camp had started with a bang, no pun intended, for me and, I hoped, for Kathy, the director's wife. She relieved me of my virginity in a way for which I will always be thankful.. She didn't even require that I use a condom since she was on the pill. That was fortunate since I didn't have any condoms and hadn't foreseen the need for them. We were able to fuck three more times over the weekend before the arrival of the campers. One of these times was not really what I came to think of as a real sex act with cock in cunt because we were in the swimming pond in the river that evening just before dark with the rest of the staff. The water was cold as usual, so I had little trouble keeping my cock under control. "Bill, I'll race you across the river," Kathy said. The river had been temporarily dammed with dirt. A spillway that allowed just enough water to keep the river flowing, forming a small lake behind it. The water was fairly deep and barely moving, but it was cold as usual. The cold had made attractions of Kathy's nipples to all of the horny Scouts. "OK, but I'll give you a head start." Kathy began to swim, her two-piece suit attracting the attention of all of the Scouts as she dove in. I followed after a few strokes and pulled up right behind her following in her wake. She was a good swimmer, but not as good me. I was touching her feet as she swam which let her know that I was on her and was about to pass. However, I didn't. When we arrived at the far side of the pond, Kathy dove as if to turn and swim back. I dove right behind her. I caught her around the middle, and then cupped her tits. She struggled around and we stayed under just long enough for us to kiss and for her to cup my shrunken cock. I returned the grope by pushing my hand into the gap in her suit and onto her cunt. When we surfaced, my middle finger was in her. We played as if we were resting before the return. As the Scouts and Kathy's husband cheered us on, I finger-fucked her and she jacked me off through my suit; my cock had somehow overcome the cold. Then we swam back. *** The next morning we were in the kitchen before anyone else was out of bed. Kathy was in her summer uniform of form fitting T-shirt and tight shorts. Her smile was as good as the sunrise that was just beginning to break over the range of coastal mountains to the east. She gave me a peck on the cheek as we talked about breakfast and who would do what. "Do you know that yesterday was the best day of my life?" Kathy said. "It was my best, too. I will never forget it and I will never forget you." "That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me." Then she gave me the full frontal kiss, driving her tongue into my mouth as she pressed her tits into my chest. "Now, let's get to work before we get carried away and miss breakfast." I went to work with a cock that was giving me no end of grief. No matter what I did, the mere presence of Kathy and the smell of her subtle perfume overpowered my ability to control what was happening in my shorts. I put on an apron and continued work. Three The next day marked the official start of camp with the arrival of the Scouts and their Scoutmasters. They arrived by bus and private car. Since the Scouts weren't allowed to have cars at camp, their parents, or a parent brought them. All the staff members were on hand to greet them. Kathy stood next to me as the Scouts arrived. The appointed time of arrival was strict, so there was a deluge of Scouts in a very short period. That's when I witnessed the arrival of a one particular Scout in a private car driven by a woman, probably his mother. The Scout was an Eagle with all the badges attached to his sash. He arrived in a very beautiful and pricey sedan. But even more attractive was the woman driving the sedan. Kathy nudged me with an elbow and whispered, "that's Mrs. Broderick and her son, Martin. The Brodericks are major donors and demand major attention for their son. Mrs. Broderick is rumored to be the power in the family. It will benefit us to treat Martin very well this week." Then I got a better look at Mrs. Broderick as she slid out of the seat of her car. First one leg came out. It forced the hem of her skirt up, revealing her leg up to about mid thigh. It was an extremely attractive thigh. Then the other leg came out. When she turned in her seat, her skirt stayed up around her thighs. Then she bent slightly, revealing her generous cleavage, and got out. Fuck me, was my first thought. Mrs. Broderick's body was something else. I had just been exposed to my first real nude female body in the form of Kathy. Now I was in the presence of a body that must have been sculpted by both surgery and the gymnasium. It was gorgeous as was her face. "I've also heard that Mrs. Broderick likes sex in a serious way," Kathy whispered in my ear. "She fucked the provisional Scoutmaster last year, if the rumors are correct," she whispered. By this time, my cock had again taken control and had to be concealed behind Kathy. "Maybe she'll fuck you if you play your cards right," Kathy whispered. "Good morning Mrs. Reardon," Mrs. Broderick said as she walked toward us. "It's good to see you again. I'm sure the food will be as good as last year's. And who is this young man?" "Hi Mrs. Broderick, and please call me Kathy. I expect the food will be even better since my assistant this year will be Bill. Bill, this is Mrs. Broderick." I reached out my hand toward Mrs. Broderick as she did the same. I took her hand and we shook, then we just held hands for what seemed a long time. Her hand was very soft and warm. As we broke the handhold, she ran her middle finger along the palm of my hand as she looked into my eyes and smiled in a way that gave me the impression that Kathy had been right about the provisional Scoutmaster. I wondered if she would stoop to fuck a lowly kitchen assistant. "You can call me Marita. I'll be around for the remainder of the day and then will have dinner here before driving back. I may even spend the night if the guest cabin is available. Maybe we can talk more about what my son has in store." "Yes, that would be great. I'll talk with you later." *** "Maybe you'll see her later, huh," Kathy whispered in my ear as the new Scouts began to form into their troops and walk toward their designated campsites. "Maybe you'll be fucking her later, if my guess is right." Kathy said all this with her usual smile as though what she was saying wasn't what she was feeling. "Do you want me to fuck her if the opportunity strikes?" "I'll leave that to you, but at your age, I would take every opportunity to learn about the female anatomy that's presented. Sure, go ahead and fuck her; it will only make you more expert at fucking in general, which will benefit me." We walked back to the kitchen to start the noon meal, Kathy by my side, her hip just touching mine. I glanced over and watched her tits bounce under the T-shirt with misshapen camp name. My cock was once again at its full strength. Unfortunately, lunch took precedence over my cock and Kathy's cunt. *** Kathy and I ate lunch in the staff dining area with Mrs. Broderick. Kathy's husband and the rest of the staff ate with the campers in the big dining hall. It was family style dining, so Kathy and I had filled the tables with the food before the arrival of the campers. They were busily eating as we served ourselves from smaller bowls. I sat directly across from Mrs. Broderick, Marita. She didn't seem to be very hungry, but she was full of conversation. As she talked, I felt a nudge against the inside of my right leg. Then the nudge turned into an assault on the inside on my leg running up to my knee. It was a bare foot. Then it turned the corner at my knee and continued up and toward my crotch. Unfortunately, the foot couldn't reach my crotch and expanding cock. "What do you have planned after camp this fall, Bill?" Marita asked. Her facial expression didn't give any indication that she was attempting to get her foot into my crotch and massage my cock. "I'm going to the university," I managed to croak out. "And what is it you plan to study there?" "I'm considering pre-med." "Oh, do you like anatomy?" "Yes, anatomy is intriguing. The human body is fascinating." Then Kathy nudged me in the rib. "Yes, Bill has shown quite an interest in human anatomy. He would make a great doctor." "If you follow through with med school, what do you think you might specialize in?" Marita asked as she slid down in her chair just enough to get her foot between my legs and within my reach if I chose to put my hand under the table, which I did . "I think gynecology would be interesting." The fact was I had no fucking clue what gynecology entailed, but I knew that female sex organs played a part in it, so I took interest. "Yes, that's a specialty that would give you access to a part of the human anatomy that seems to most interest men." With that, I reached my hand opposite where Kathy was sitting and down under the table. There was Marita's bare foot. It felt as soft and warm as her hand had when I held it when we first met. As I moved my hand over her foot, I slowly slid down just enough so she could get her foot just to my cock. Then I pulled on her toes until they made contact with the bulge in the leg of my shorts formed by my cock. As I maneuvered her foot over my cock, we talked as if we were discussing the price of milk. Then I did the unexpected: I dropped my fork. "Oh, pardon me, "I said as I let go of Marita's foot and began to reach down for my fork which had landed under the table. When I had my head under the table and found the fork, I noticed that Marita had not only removed her shoes, she was wearing some very skimpy panties. There she sat, legs open and white fabric covered crotch exposed. The white fabric barely covered her cunt, and what little fabric was covering her formed tightly over her cunt lips and into her crack. I stayed under the table longer than was required to achieve the recovery of my fork, but long enough to know that I would be fucking Marita before the day ended. "Did you find what you were looking for, Bill?" Kathy asked. She was no longer smiling. This was something new to me: two older women who both wanted my attention. I had already had great first-time sex with one and was going to have sex with the other before sunset or shortly after. *** When we finished our meal and my cock had returned to a state of semi-presentability, we all got up from the table. As Kathy and I cleared the table, Marita pressed a note into my pocket. I would have to read it later. Later was when I was in my cabin and getting ready for bed. Since I worked in the kitchen, I didn't have to babysit campers in their sites on a hill above where the cabin was located. I shared it with three other staff members, all Eagle Scouts, all horny if our conversations were any indication. Tonight it was about Mrs. Broderick and how all of them would like to see her nude. I didn't tell anyone that I had seen her panty covered cunt. When I got into my bunk with the note that Mrs. Broderick had pushed into my pocket, I unfolded it and began to read. "Bill, please help me with something. I am getting the impression that my son is gay. I want you to find out in some way this week. I'm spending the night in the guest cabin. Meet me after lights out so we can talk about this. Marita" Holy fuck! I thought that I must have been dreaming, but knew I wasn't. Mrs. Broderick wanted me. My cock was standing at full staff as I read. Lights out wasn't for another half hour; I hoped that I would make it. When taps played over the loud speaker, all lights were suppose to be doused. There was no electricity in the campers' area, so ours and the other cabins were the only lights in camp. I never figured out what the consequence of failure to douse lights was. I was sure there was some indignity attached, and knowing the camp director, it would be embarrassing. I gave it about fifteen minutes before I got out of my bunk and pulled on my shorts and a jacket. None of the others in the room said anything, so I guessed that I was home free. "Where are you off to, Bill?" one of the other staffers whispered as I passed by his bunk. "I've gotta piss." That seemed to satisfy him, and I left the cabin, closing the door as quietly as possible. There was a nearly full moon showing through the redwoods, but it was still difficult to find my way to the guest cabin without falling over something along the way. The guest cabin could accommodate at least eight people in bunks that were spaced throughout a large room. There was one private room that was used by visiting VIPs like the district executive. I hoped that Mrs. Broderick was the only occupant on this particular night. I walked to the side of the cabin away from the other cabins and tapped at a window. It was chilly, so the window was closed. After about a minute, I was sure that Mrs. Broderick had changed her mind and wasn't going to meet with me. My cock would have to be satisfied with a hand job. Then she opened the window. "Bill, you came," she whispered. "I was concerned that you wouldn't." Her perfume caused my cock to give a lurch in anticipation. If it wasn't so dark, Mrs. Broderick would have seen that the front of my shorts were distorted. "Hello, Marita," I said. "I couldn't wait to talk with you." "Oh, why is that, Bill?" she said in a voice that almost drove me to orgasm. Then she made it clear that she wanted me for more than conversation about her son. She rested her elbows on the windowsill and leaned out. She was wearing nothing but a very thin robe. She may have been nude from the waist down, but I couldn't see that portion of her body, her gorgeous, sexy body. With the limited moonlight, I could just make out her tits under the fabric. Then she squeezed them between her upper arms. The areolas and nipples were dark shadows against the fabric of her robe. I wished that I had brought a flashlight. I didn't answer her question because I thought it must be obvious at that point. "Will you come in, Bill, I have something to show you. Come around front; I'll unlock the door." It took me no time to reach the step and door to the cabin. When I pulled the screen door open, the inner door opened and there stood Marita. She was still in her semi-transparent robe. "Come in quickly, Bill." I did just that. When I was inside and the door closed locked behind us, Marita turned to me and asked if I liked what I saw. It was dark except for the dim shafts of moonlight that filtered through the windows. I saw that the shape of her tits under the robe was perfect and that her nipples were erect. "Now hug me; it's cold." So I did just that. The tent in the front of my shorts pressed into her as I hugged her. My hands were cold, so she told me to put them in her crotch to warm them. As I ran both hands into her crotch and over her fabric-covered cunt, she undid the belt on my shorts. With one finger against her wet cunt, and another working on her clitoris through her panties, I felt her hand encircle my cock. "Oh, what a sweet, sweet cock you have. I knew it was going to be great the first time I saw you. May I suck it?" Then she did just that, but not before returning to her bunk. On the way, she let her robe slide to the floor. I lay back on the bunk and she got between my legs and again took my cock in her hands. Then she first kissed then sank her lips around it and began a blowjob that I will always remember. As she ran her lips over my cock, I managed to reach her tits and worked on them. It was fortunate that I had come more than once that day, because I was able to contain an instant orgasm. "Can I fuck you now?" I asked as she ground her crotch along my leg. She pulled off and quickly straddled my hips. It took no time for her to align her cunt with the head of my cock, then slide onto it until she could go no further. She began to bounce in a way that made me think that she must be an unusual woman. Women, after all, didn't enjoy sex like she seemed to be enjoying it. Then I recalled Kathy and her very hungry cunt. "Bite my nipples," she gasped as she rode me. I did, but it was difficult due to their bouncing up and down and from side to side as she fucked me. When I managed to get my mouth around one nipple, Marita told me to bite it. Then she told me to bite harder, so I did that, and then I returned to her cunt and again impaled her. The slapping sound of our bodies as we came together might have awoke others if they were near enough, and they might have been, but we were oblivious. Then we came again. Since the camp was silent and we didn't want to use the showers to clean up for fear that some young Scout might come in to piss and be shocked by his first view of a naked woman and a stiff cock other than his own, I suggested that we go down to the river and wash the semen off. We wrapped in towels and left the cabin, walking hand in hand. When we reached the river, a fog hung over it from the cool air and the warmer water. We dropped our towels and waded into the river. When we reached about thigh deep, we began to wash each other. The moon was reflecting off the water, giving me a better view of Marita's body as I washed her tits, cunt and legs where my semen had run down them. As I did so, my cock renewed its intent to once again get into her. She was so beautiful that I had the thought that I was must be the luckiest guy in the world to have attracted her. Then she washed me. It was more like a hand job as she washed my cock. Then she did it with her mouth. Before we left the river, we swam to the raft and fucked in the cool night air. It was a night that most men must dream about but never experience. As I tell you about it today, I know that you will think that I'm full of shit. You are free to think that, but... Before we returned to our respective cabins, Marita and I talked about her note and her concerns about her son being gay. "What gives you the impression that he's gay?" "He doesn't show any interest in girls. I don't even find any girly magazine hidden in his room." "But he is an Eagle Scout. He must have some inclination toward females, at least every other Eagle Scout I know has sex on his mind about ninety percent of the time." "How about you? Do you have sex on your mind ninety percent of the time?" She asked as she played with my now soft cock and sensitive balls. "I think about sex every time a sexy female comes in sight," I responded as I ran my hands across her tits and played with her nipples. "Did you think about sex today when you saw me?" "My wish was that your skirt would ride all the way up your legs as you got out of your car. My cock was about to burst by the time you were out," I told her, now running a middle finger into her cunt and massaging her clitoris with my thumb. "Did you want to fuck me or just any female who became available? And, were you a virgin before we fucked?" "I wanted you, and no I was not a virgin." Summer Camp: Once a Scout, Always a Scout "Oh, who was the lucky girl?" "You would never guess." "Kathy Reardon." "How did you know?" "She looked at you today and during lunch in a way that told me you and she had been getting it on, and getting it on very recently. I could almost smell sex on both of you when we met today." "Did that smell turn you on? Is that why you showed me your panties during lunch?" "I was dripping when I shook your hand, suspecting that the same hand had recently been fondling Kathy's cunt. However, I always wear skimpy panties; I like being prepared, just like a good Scout." By the time the talk reached that stage, my cock was again hard and Marita's cunt was soaking wet. She got on all fours and told me to fuck her from behind. Then we fucked with enough force to create ripples in the water around the raft. I hoped that no camper was out and about as we came. Four My hope for privacy while Marita and I fucked on the raft wasn't granted. The camp director was up wondering around checking on his campers as we went at it. He heard the slapping of body against body and walked to the shore where he saw our forms in the unmistakable act of fucking doggie style. Then he heard us come in unison. At least that's what he told me much later in the summer. He also told me that he thought I was fucking his wife, not Marita. He said that he masturbated as he watched us, thinking he was watching his wife fucking another man. It appeared to turn him on. *** After our session on the raft, I walked Marita back to her cabin, and after some more time spent talking and playing with each other's bodies, I left and returned to my cabin. "That must have been some piss, Bill," my cabin mate whispered as I tiptoed in and climbed into my bunk. "Yes, it was," I said as I slipped off to sleep. *** Five o'clock arrived a lot sooner than expected. Kathy and I were first out of bed since we had to prepare breakfast before reveille. "You certainly look beat. Was it a tough night?" Kathy asked as I walked into the kitchen. I walked to where she stood at the stove and put my arms around her from behind and held her around the waist. "Yes, it was a tough night." Kathy then turned her head to the side and kissed my cheek. "Did you fuck her?" she asked as she released the kiss. "You have that aura of sex about you, and you smell of sex and Marita's perfume." "How did you know? Yes, we fucked, but how did you know?" "I told her about how good you are in more ways than one. She said that she would love to feel your cock, all seven inches of it." "How do you know it's seven inches long?" "I know what I can take in my mouth, and how long that cock is. Yours is seven inches or close to it." "Did you know that Marita told me that she thought that her son might be gay because he doesn't show any interest in females?" "She told me that as well. I told her that I would try my best to seduce him this summer, but if he's gay, he's gay and not to worry about it." "Have you thought that one of your daughters might be better at that?" "Are you jealous, Bill?" "Well, I guess a little. I really like you and want to be with you as much as possible without thinking about other staff or campers having sex with you." "You're too late; I've already had sex with some of the staff on previous years. As long as the staff are eighteen or older, I will fuck them if they want. Most do." "Who on this year's staff have you fucked?" "I'm going to keep that my secret, but you will be my main partner this summer. I love your cock and how you use it. I think that you're one of the naturals when it comes to sex. Now, let's get breakfast going, shall we?" *** Marita came to breakfast late after all the campers had eaten and were out doing what Scouts do at camp: working on badges, swimming, canoeing, hiking, jacking off. "Good morning, Bill. I slept like a baby, how about you?" "I slept very well," I said as I brought her a plate of pancakes and another of scrambled eggs. "I don't usually eat this much for breakfast, but after last night, I'm starved. Do you have coffee?" I went to the kitchen, got her a carafe of coffee, and sat it on the table. I poured myself a cup and sat down across from her. "Did you like what we did last night? I know I did," Marita asked as she finished chewing a mouth full of pancakes. "Last night was the greatest. I never dreamed that a beautiful woman like you would find me attractive." "I find all young guys with cocks like yours attractive. I especially like your cock because it's attached to such a handsome and nice person. You can fuck me any time you want, even when camp ends, come over to my house. My husband doesn't mind that I have other sex partners. He certainly does, with my blessing. We even share some of them." "You have sex with women?" "Sure, women are very good at bringing other women to orgasm. After all, we know the female body better than men. Kathy is one of my favorite sex partners. She also fucks my husband from time-to-time. Maybe you can fuck us together this summer." Now my cock was going crazy with this new information. I would like to try that, but you're leaving today, aren't you?" "Yes, but you have some time off on weekends, so maybe we can arrange something." "I'd like that. By the way, Kathy told me that you want her to seduce her son. Is that right?" "Yes I did. Even if he isn't gay, which I don't care about one way or the other, it would be good if his first sexual experience besides a hand job is with a woman who knows about how to introduce a virgin since she's done exactly that for many Scouts over the years she's worked here." "How about if I try to arrange something between them?" "That would be great. Now, sit next to me while I finish, then you can walk me to my car." *** When I carried Marita's dishes back to the kitchen, I told Kathy what I was going to do and that I'd be right back. She kissed me on the lips and told me to take my time since Marita might need a fuck for the road. She did. Five Several days passed before I met Marita's son. We were in the shower together after an early morning swim. I looked for signs that he was interested in me in more than a Scouting way; he wasn't. "My mother told me about you, Bill," Martin Broderick said as he rinsed off the soap. "She was very concerned that I meet you this week. Do you know why?" "I can't think of any reason other than the fact that she might want you to get on staff." "I don't really want to work here, but I like coming here during the summer." After we dried and got dressed and walked out onto the parade field, Kathy approached us and told me that we would have to make another trip to town for some stuff before dinner. She asked Martin if he would like to come along. "I should really stay with my troop," he said. "I'm sure that they will get along without you for an hour or so," Kathy said in her most seductive voice. It worked. *** We all got into the camp truck, me behind the wheel, Kathy in the middle, and Martin in the seat on Kathy's right. The seat was narrow as most were in older trucks, so we were close. I started the engine and drove out of the camp and onto the road toward the main highway to town. When I shifted into third gear, I took my hand off the floor shifter that was located between Kathy's legs and rested it on her bare knee. "Are you having a good time this week, Martin?" Kathy asked. Her tits were still doing the distortion routine to the thin T-shirt she wore. She had decided to go to town without her bra for some reason. I suspected the reason was Martin. "Yes, it's been great." "Do you get lonely here, since your girlfriend isn't around?" "I don't have a girl friend," Martin said in a matter of fact sort of way. "That's too bad. A girlfriend would give you a reason to look forward to returning home." "I like it in camp. I only wish I could spend more than a week." Then I saw the mastery of Kathy going to work on Martin, suspected gay resident of the camp. She first put her right hand on his bare left leg and ran it down until she could go no further, then she repeated it. "You must be fighting the girls off, Martin. You are one of the most handsome Scouts in camp. And your leg muscles are something. Do you run?" "Er, no," Martin choked out. "I swim a lot though." "That's it. Your legs are those of a swimmer." Then I saw out of the corner of my eye what Kathy did that changed any thoughts anyone might have had about his being gay; not that that would have been a bad thing. She changed hands and ran her left hand between his legs and up to his crotch where she left it. As the truck bounced along the road, Martin's face grew increasingly redder. "Bill, would you mind taking that road that we took a few days ago?" Kathy asked. I turned into the road where Kathy had relieved me of my virginity and parked on the bank overlooking the river where Marita and I had played with each other a few days before. When I stopped, Kathy asked both of us if we would mind getting undressed. Then she promised that we could fuck her if we did. It took Martin all of thirty seconds to open the door, get out and get his shorts off. Kathy was pulling her T-shirt off as he continued with his boots, then his shirt. As he worked at getting naked, Martin was staring at Kathy's now exposed tits. Martin's boxer shorts were not doing a great job of controlling his cock, now standing at attention and about to break out of the fly and into full view. "Take your boxers off, Martin, and then you can touch me." As he pulled his boxers down, the waist caught in his cock, so he pulled the waist out and over his cock and pulled them down and off. There he stood, nude, with nothing disguising the fact that he was probably not gay, although there would not have been a problem if he was. By the end of the afternoon, Marita would be satisfied that her son did in fact have serious inclinations toward females, and in fact had fucked one on that very day. Kathy then told us both to get back in and sit on either side of her. My cock was standing tall as I slid next to Kathy's still clothed hips. I cupped her left tit as I did so. Taking my lead, Martin reached up and took her right tit in his hand. Then Kathy took both of our cocks in hand and began to slowly jack us off. Martin came in less than a minute, shooting semen onto the dash, his legs and the floor. I came shortly after, painting the dash with more semen. I thought, as I came, that the truck's dash would need a serious washing before long. "Martin," Kathy said in her most seductive voice -- not that it was needed at this point -- "I want you to fuck me. Will you do that for me?" As I watched, Martin's cock came up to full fuck mode in a few seconds. "Yes, I will do that for you," Martin said. "Will you show me how?" Kathy, knowing why we had taken this trip -- it wasn't to buy turnips for dinner -- brought along a blanket. She took it from the box of the truck and spread it on a spot on the bank with tall grass. Then she took off her shorts and panties. I was sure that Martin was going to come again just with the sight of her beautifully manicured cunt, but he didn't. She lay down on her back and spread her legs, exposing her wet and open cunt. "Come, feel my cunt, Martin." Martin got on his hands and knees beside Kathy and first put a hand on one tit, then ran it down her front until he reached her crotch. "Now slide a finger into me, Martin. Then suck on my tits." Martin followed instructions well. He first put his middle finger into her cunt as far as it would go, then he put another finger into her when instructed to do so. "Oh fuck, Martin. Now put your cock in me," Kathy moaned. Martin immediately got on top of Kathy and let her guide his cock into her cunt. He sank into her with one instant stroke, and then he came. Man did he come. The sensation of another virgin coming in her must have driven Kathy to orgasm if her contortions and vocalizations were any indication. "Oh, Martin, come in me. Keep shooting into my cunt." He did just that. When their orgasms had subsided, Martin just lay on Kathy, giving the impression that he might be napping. He wasn't. His cock was getting ready for another go at her. "That was the best, Martin, but I think we should give Bill his turn to fuck me, don't you?" As Martin slid out of Kathy's sopping cunt, I took his place and dropped into her with the aid of Martin's semen. Then I fucked her. When I slammed into her, I looked to where Martin kneeled beside us and saw him masturbating. "Suck her tits, Martin," I said as I fucked her. As I reached orgasm, Kathy pulled Martin off her tit and up to her mouth where she commenced to kiss him as I shot semen into her already semen-filled cunt. Then she came. *** By the end of the hour that we could spare in making Martin a non-virgin, we had brought each other to several orgasms and had washed off in the river. Then we went to town to get supplies. Six No longer the straight-laced Eagle Scout, Martin returned to camp with his right hand buried in Kathy's crotch. As we drove in and parked, Kathy said, "Martin, as much as I like your hand on my cunt, I think we should stop now. Besides, your cock is doing something to your shorts that will be hard to hide. Martin got out of the cab, hiding his distorted shorts from view of anyone who might be walking by. When Kathy followed him, she ran her hand over his shorts and smiled. We unloaded to supplies and carried them into the kitchen. When everything was put away, Kathy walked to Martin and said, "You have a great cock. I want you to give my cunt more attention this summer." Martin's previously deflated cock sprang back to full attention mode. Then he grabbed her around the waist and pressed in to her, grinding away at her crotch. "Martin, we have to get dinner ready. Let's save this for later." *** All during dinner, Martin was watching Kathy as she served the meal, then cleared the tables. When it came time for the after-dinner program of singing, he was totally distracted. He was also the last to leave the dining room. "By later, Kathy, did you mean after dinner," Martin asked as he followed her into the kitchen. "Maybe, why not leave it as my surprise?" "But I want to fuck you now," he whined. "OK, I'll make a deal. You do the dishes and I'll give you a blowjob while you do it." As Martin stood at the sink full of soapy water and dishes, Kathy sat on the floor facing his cock. Then she undid his belt and pulled his pants down. She then did the same with his boxer shorts. His very rigid cock was now at Kathy's mouth level. She took his cock in her hand and first masturbated him, and then she guided it into her mouth. Then the blowjob commenced. "Hi, Martin, does the cook have you doing dishes?" came a voice from outside the window over the sink. "Don't let her work you too hard." The voice was that of Kathy's husband "No, Mr. Reardon, I won't let her work me too hard," Martin was able to choke out. "When you and Bill are done, come down to the river." "OK, Mr. Reardon," Martin said just as he was coming into the mouth of Mrs. Reardon who swallowed all of his semen, then licked his cock." "Did you say something, Martin?" Mr. Reardon asked as he turned to walk away. "Just that we will come when we're done." "Great, and tell my wife to come as well." "OK, Mr. Reardon, she'll come when we're finished here." After Martin had recovered, he helped Kathy up from the floor and ran his hand between her legs, and then he kissed her. "You taste salty, Mrs. Reardon," Martin said after letting go his lip lock. "That's your semen that you taste. Now will you and Bill fuck me before we have to go and do something at the river that will only distract us from the important work of this camp?" "What's that, Mrs. Reardon?" Martin asked in his very naïve way. "Why, making men of you men wannabes." Then we both went to work on her right there in the kitchen. While I rammed into her from behind, Martin first kissed her tits, then she gave him another blowjob. By the time we reached the river, we were all three very happy campers. Seven "You have a treat in store, Bill," Kathy said the morning after the boring evening at the river watching the younger Scouts swim around in circles. "My eighteen year-old daughter is coming next week. She's going to spend the week with us and help in the kitchen." "Great, but how is that good news? How are we going to get together if she's around?" "She is at the point where I think she needs to learn about sex from someone who has experience and not from some guy who fucks her for the first time at the drive-in theater, someone like you. You wouldn't mind having sex with a beautiful eighteen year-old woman would you?" "No, but why would you want me to fuck, er, have sex with your daughter? Don't you want her to save it for her husband?" "You are very naïve, Bill. No woman wants to save it for her husband. By the time I was eighteen, I was so horny that I would have fucked the mail carrier. In fact I did just that. No, I want her to experience her first time with a guy like you who has a cock that would satisfy any woman and who has learned some technique. Why do you think I've been fucking you? One thing you need instruction in is eating pussy or cunnilingus. I love being eaten and she will too if it's done right. I'll show you how. But let's get breakfast on the table before we start." *** Breakfast was the usual silly fucking games and sing-along followed by a rousing send-off to the day by the director. It was taking excessively long, in my opinion. By the time Kathy and I had cleaned the tables, done dishes and put away the stuff that could be used in another meal, I was ready for my lesson. "First let's get lunch started. That way we can spend more time on your cunnilingus tutorial." Lunch, we decided, was going to be soup and sandwiches. We put the large pot of soup on the simmer and made a ton of sandwiches and put them in the refrigerator. Finally, we were ready. "It's such a beautiful day, Bill, how about if we take a blanket and walk through the woods and up on that hill," Kathy said as she pointed to a bare hill that was covered in golden dried grass. From the top of it, the ocean was just visible if the weather was good. We took along some drinks and a snack in a backpack and set out. The walk was one I had made several times before. It took about thirty minutes to get near the top of the hill. When we arrived, Kathy spread the blanket out and told me that we should get right to work, since we didn't have a lot of time. So we did just that. When we were both undressed and my cock was sunning itself, Kathy took a damp wash cloth from the backpack and wiped down her cunt. "That was a sweaty walk; I want you to enjoy this as much as I expect to." Then she lay down on her back, raised her knees and spread them, exposing her newly shaven and glistening cunt. "See this, Bill," she said while pointing at a bump just above the opening of her cunt. "That's my clitoris, the same clitoris I told you about on that first day on the river. I'm one of the fortunate few who can come while being fucked without direct stimulation to my clitoris; most woman can't. But I still love to have a man lick and suck on my clitoris while inserting a finger or two or three in my cunt. Now, come here and give it a try." I got down between her knees and lay on my stomach, my cock pushed up between me and the blanket. Kathy pulled the skin above her cunt up, exposing her clitoris. Then I gave it a try. "Just run your tongue from the bottom of my cunt and up and over my clit, and then circle it with your tongue."