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Full House: The Untold Story ....
Campfire Girls
It was the first official day of summer camp at Camp Misty Lake. I had volunteered as a counselor for the summer at the urgings of my fiance, Tricia. "It'll be a good experience for you," she said. Sure, crammed in a cabin with eight screaming boys ages six to twelve is a good experience. I'd rather have had dental surgery. But she insisted, and it was still too early in our relationship to get away with saying "no" to her. So I had enlisted . . . er, volunteered. Oh, well, I thought. Maybe spending a little quality time with some kids would do me some good.
Of course, I hadn't expected the news I received.
"Listen, Chuck," said Tim, the head counselor. "It happens every year, so maybe we should have been ready for it. But there's nothing we can do about it now. The fact is, we have more girls than we have boys, and we have more male counselors than we have women. Somebody has to take a girls' cabin, and that somebody is you."
"But why me?" I asked.
"You're the new one. The others have seniority, and they all declined."
"But I don't know anything about being a counselor to girls. I was trained to counsel boys."
"You were trained to counsel, period. Look, at their age, kids are kids. You make sure they don't burn down the forest, you get them up, make sure they clean the cabin, and all that. If it's privacy you're concerned with, I'll put you in Cabin H. It has a separate room for counselors. You'll be fine."
So that was how I became the counselor for seven girls ages six to twelve. "Kids are kids" indeed! These girls were like no kids I knew of at all. In fact, no amount of training could have prepared me for what was in store for me.
The buses arrived that afternoon, and I was supposed to stay in the cabin and wait until my kids arrived. They were to go to orientation in the cafeteria first and report to their cabins immediately after to unpack and prepare for the evening meal. I had already unpacked and sat in my "private" bedroom. How was this supposed to be private? There was no door to the room. At least I had a decent bed, not like the bunks that lined the walls of the cabin. Well, they were kids; they should have no trouble sleeping in them.
The first to arrive was a bouncy girl named Becky. She raced into the cabin and claimed the lower bunk closest to the door. She was pretty, with almond-shaped eyes and a wide smile. She was followed immediately by a younger version of herself, Missy, who dropped her bags in the middle of the floor and pouted.
"No fair!" she grumbled. "You got a head start."
"Move it," came a voice behind her. An oriental girl squeezed through the door and claimed a top bunk. Her name was Tammy, and she was proud to say she was from Los Angeles, as if that meant something to Floridians.
Girl after girl filed through the door. There was Susie, a seven-year-old blonde with pigtails; Sarah, with two ponytails on the sides of her head and a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose; and Kylie, eight years old and with an attitude.
Jennifer was the last girl to arrive. She sauntered into the cabin with an air about her that said "primed and ready." I didn't know what she was ready for, but I would soon find out. Jennifer had long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. You know the kind, like they're looking right through the surface into your inner soul. She handled herself so maturely one would never know she was only ten years old. She was beautiful and she knew it, and that made her dangerous.
There they were: seven girls placed in my care. What the hell was I supposed to do, teach them needlepoint? Oh, well . . . better make the best of it.
"Okay, girls," I said. "My name's Chuck, and I'm gonna be your counselor for the next two weeks." That caused some serious murmurring. "I know, but there's no one else left to be cour counselor, so I'm it. Now get yourself settled and ready for dinner. There's a campfire meeting tonight after dinner, then free time until lights out at eleven."
The girls milled around the cabin setting it up to their liking. Jennifer came up to me, surprisingly close, and looked into my eyes. "I never had a male counselor before," she confessed. "It should be interesting." She smiled, a smile that revealed much without saying anything. I had no idea what she was getting at.
The evening passed with no difficulty. The girls were very receptive to me as their counselor and followed my orders to the letter. Maybe being a counselor for girls was a blessing. I never expected the boys to be this receptive. After dinner all of the campers met at the ampitheatre where a large wood fire burned in the center. We all sang songs, and some of the counselors did their best to tell scary stories. They weren't very scary. I had heard them long ago. But the younger campers were enraptured by the stories. But at their age, everything is new.
Free time before bed was not really free at all. It was the time everyone was to take care of their own personal hygene, showers, teeth brushing, and the like. I retreated to my room and allowed the girls to do whatever they were supposed to. There were two showers in the bathroom, allowing the girls to get their showers done quickly. They had to get them done quickly, after all. This was a cabin, and the hot water heater was no bigger than a five-gallon bucket.
Tammy came out of the shower dressed in a nightshirt. "Jennifer, your turn," she called as she passed by my doorway.
"I'm coming," I heard Jennifer say.
I didn't expect her to come past my doorway completely naked. She dropped her washcloth right in front of me. "Oops, clumsy me," she said as she bent over to pick it up.
Boy, did I ever get an eyeful. I turned my head as quickly as I could, but the sight of that perfectly rounded bottom was forever etched into my memory. Jennifer laughed and tossed her hair as she strode off toward the showers. She was teasing me and I knew it. But I was surprised to find that the teasing was starting to work. Stop it, I thought to myself. She's only ten years old. You have no interest in ten-year-olds.
But I wasn't convincing myself.
I was always a heavy sleeper. A bomb could go off in my bedroom and I would not be awoken. It doesn't matter if I'm in a strange bed either. I can sleep just about anywhere.
But the constant shaking of my body was enough to bring me out of my coma-like slumber. I wanted to rub my eyes, but they couldn't move. I forced my eyes open to see what had woken me, only to find Jennifer straddling my chest and looking down at me.
"What the . . ." I struggled for the words. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I told you this would be interesting," she said with that smile of hers. "This is the interesting part."
It was then that I realized that she was completely naked. Her tiny breasts poked out like acorns, and her pussy was completely hairless. I was naked also, and my hands and feet were tied securely to the bedposts. What had I gotten myself into?
"What are you going to do, Jennifer?" asked Becky, who stood to my right. She was also naked, with no breasts to speak of. In fact, all the girls of the cabin lined the bedside, each one naked as the day they were born, even little Missy, who looked like she didn't quite know where she was or what she was doing.
"I'm gonna give you all a lesson in loving," said Jennifer. She bent down and licked my ear, then drew her tongue down my neck and to my chest. As she slid down my body I felt my cock swelling. What was happening? She's a ten-year-old girl for christ sake!
She took my cock firmly in her hands. "They just melt over this," she said, and she sucked it right into her mouth. I almost came right then and there. God, this girl knew what she was doing. She somehow got me halfway into her mouth, and I could feel the tongue massaging me over and under, back and forth. I was in heaven, and yet I knew there would be hell to pay.
"Stop it this instant!" I cried. "You're just a kid for chrissakes!"
Jennifer's reply was only to suck harder. I groaned under the sensation of this tiny mouth over my dick, and though I urged her to stop, I wanted the feeling to go on forever. What was I thinking? I'm no pedo, for christ sakes. I'm engaged to be married. I'm gonna have a family someday. I have no interest in kids.
I didn't do a very good job at convincing myself. I felt my load building up and getting ready to dump into this tiny mouth. I started going over mathematic equations in my mind to get my thoughts off of what was going on with my cock and this little girl's mouth, but it was not working.
"The square root is equal to the . . . in every right triangle there are two . . . oh GOD I'M GONNA CUMMMM . . .!!!"
Jennifer pulled my cock free from her mouth and jammed something over it. "Not if I can help it you're not," she said.......(cont)
Full House: The Untold Story
"I'm coming, Steph," said Joey as he applied the last bit of topping to his ice cream sundae creations. He glanced at the six-year-old and smiled at her enthusiasm. The poor child had never seen the Wizard of Oz, and the last time it was on the network the cable system crashed. His attempt at portraying the characters himself didn't alleviate her desire, though, so he made a point of getting a video copy himself. It was a Friday, and both Danny and Jessie were gone, Danny at a special news conference down in Los Angeles, and Jessie in Vegas performing with his band, and neither would be back until Sunday.
That left Joey with the girls. Well, "girl," at least. DJ decided to spend the night next door with Kimmie, and Danny's in-laws swiped baby Michelle and headed off with her to Palm Springs. That was just fine. Stephanie was a well-behaved child when she was alone; she only became a brat when her sister was around (which of course was the job of the younger sister, so he didn't fault her for that in any way).
"Here we go, two bowls of French vanilla ice cream dripping with chocolate sauce, peanuts, shredded coconut, and a cherry," said Joey as he lifted his creations from the kitchen counter and headed for the door. Stephanie dutifully held the door open for him as he carried the concentrated sugar substance to the coffee table and took his place on the couch. Stephanie dropped beside him and handed him the remote.
"I forwarded it through the previews," she explained.
"But I LIKE the previews," whined Joey.
"But Daddy said that I had to be in bed no later than ten, remember? It's eight now."
"Since when did you worry about that? I ALWAYS let you stay up."
Stephanie put a tiny hand across his mouth. "No more talk," she said. "Tape. Now."
"Mfphokay," Joey managed through her hand. He pressed play on the remote, and the two scooped up their bowls of ice cream and began to eat.
The ice cream was gone by the time Dorothy had met the tin woodsman, and Stephanie had moved her seat from the couch to Joey's lap. She had always been the cuddler of the family, which was okay with Joey, since she was such a good one. She leaned back against his chest, and the scent of the fruit-scented shampoo in her hair was quite stimulating. She was wearing her purple pajamas that felt quite smooth and soft, and Joey was jealous of the fact that the girls always got the good stuff to wear and let her know. Stephanie giggled and said he was being silly. Well, of course he was being silly. After all, he was a comedian, and it came naturally.
Joey was also jealous of something else: here he was, a thirty-something single guy with no social life to speak of, sitting on a couch with a very pretty girl who was at least twenty years too young for him. After all, Stephanie was by far the epitome of cuteness, with big blue eyes, a button nose, and curly hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. She was just pure little girl, and Joey couldn't help but wish that he could find someone just like her, just a bit older.
Stephanie shifted, trying to get comfortable. Joey realized that she was sitting directly on his cock, which had since begun to stir as his mind wandered along the possibilities of a mature Stephanie in his life. In fact, it was rising quite vertically, which was about to become very uncomfortable for both him and Stephanie. Her pajamas weren't very thick fabric-wise, and he was wearing nothing but a pair of sweat-pants.
Joey did his best to shift positions himself, and Stephanie shifted with him. He managed to get his now engorged member to lie flat against him, and Stephanie settled back against him, her tiny butt cheeks settling on either side of his cock. She rose a little bit, then looked back at Joey curiously. Then she smiled, sat back down, and wiggled her little ass against his manhood.
Joey began to sweat. Did Stephanie realize what she was sitting on? And if she did, why on earth did she sit back down on it? He certainly did not mind. But she's only SIX, for crying out loud, he thought to himself. But who was he kidding? The moment he was asked by his best friend Danny to come live with him and help take care of his girls he couldn't get this little vixen out of his mind. Since he was a teen-ager he knew he was a pedophile, and since Danny and his wife had the girls he had never passed up the opportunity to visit and admire the girls as they grew. DJ was always a cute little girl, with a wide smile and just enough baby-fat to be cute but not chubby. Stephanie was perfect; not a flaw on that tiny little goddess.
But that was only in his mind. The thought of actually DOING anything with the girls was out of the question. He would never get the opportunity; girls this age weren't interested in such things. So he only admired from a distance.
Until today. This tiny little angel was actually SITTING on his cock, and moreover she seemed to LIKE it! It was all he could do to keep his head as the movie continued.
The story continued as Joey remembered it: the witch was dead, the old man was behind the curtain, the balloon left without everyone, and Dorothy woke up in her own bed realizing it was all a dream. But he certainly didn't watch very much; his mind was on his cock and the girl who was sitting on it, occasionally moving her bottom and making Joey wonder if she was trying to get comfortable or trying to drive him crazy. She was accomplishing the latter.
"Well, Steph, what did you think?" he asked.
"I loved it," said Stephanie as she slid from his lap. "Can we watch it again? Tonight? Pleeeeeeez?"
"Sorry, girl. It's ten now, and you're supposed to go to bed. You told me that yourself, remember?"
"But you always let me stay up later!" she argued.
"Not this time." He stood and took her hand, then led her up the stairs. "There's something I have to do, and I can't have you staying up too late."
They entered the girls' room, and Stephanie hopped into bed. "Now go right to sleep, Steph. We'll have plenty of time to do stuff tomorrow."
"Oh, okay," Stephanie said, resigned. She hopped onto her bed and slid under the covers. Joey moved to the night stand to switch off the light, and he noticed Stephanie's eyes focus on the huge bulge that rose tent-like in his sweatpants. Panicked, he quickly switched off the light. He heard Stephanie giggle in the darkness. "G'night, Joey," she said.
"Good night, Steph," said Joey as he quickly moved through the door.
He hurried to the basement where his new bedroom was. He definitely had something to do, and it had a great deal to do with his relieving of the pressure in his cock on which a beautiful six-year-old sat for the better part of two hours. As soon as he staggered down the bed into his room he shucked off his sweatpants and began pumping his swollen cock like a madman. Stephanie's beautiful and innocent face never left his mind as he jerked. He knew it was only a matter of seconds before his seed would explode from him and . . .
"I knew it!" came the voice from the stairs on the other side of the room.
Joey froze in mid-stroke and turned to see Stephanie standing wide-eyed and smiling on the third stair from the bottom. There was no lock on the inside of the door, since technically it was a garage and the lock had been on the opposite side; Joey never worried about it, because the girls always respected his privacy. That is, until now.......(cont)
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