Work caught up with me the last week or so, so this installment took a little longer to get out than usual. I apologize for the delay. I had had several scenes in mind, but was having trouble linking them. Hopefully the story will flow fairly well. I am pretty sure that this will be the penultimate Lake Canaan story, but that's up to the characters.
Again the disclaimer, warning, cautionary note...don't do any of the stuff described in the story.
Carrying our drinks, freshly brewed iced tea that could only have been made in heaven -- a sort of cosmic counterpoint to the instant coffee, Deb and I went into the mess hall to for an update. The day's rain had wreaked havoc on our morning schedule, and we had been trying to play catch-up all afternoon.
Bob and Betty, the rest of what could have been loosely construed as the camp management team, were the only two others there.
"Where'd the munchkins go? Someone leave the gate unlocked?"
Bob looked up. "Nah. After being inside all morning you're not gonna get `em in here or any other building if they have any choice."
"So right now..."
"So right now they are probably, if not in the pool, probably on the ball field...at least the boys anyway. The girls, I'd guess are back in their cabins in full hair and nails mode."
Deb laughed. "When they get going on their nails stepping in to one of those cabins is like an insect going into a kill jar."
"Just a little polish remover, huh?"
"They have quite the system. They do each others nails, and then after the nails dry, they braid and rebraid each others hair."
"Sort of like baboons grooming each other, to be completely inelegant."
"Fewer parasites to snack on, though."
"Speaking of which, back on schedule for supper?"
"Yeah. But they probably won't eat too much tonight?"
"How come?"
"Sundae night."
"I assume that's with the ice cream, and not the day with church in the morning."
"Yeah. You actually get to be here for both of the traditions, Wednesday bonfire and Thursday sundaes."
"They get to make their own?"
"Yeah. You almost have to wash out the mess hall with a fire hose if it's inside. If we don't get any more rain we'll get to miss out on that project."
"Looks clear enough." I checked my watch. "I got 4:00 give or take, so we start to run them in in about and hour and a half?"
"Yup."
"O.K. I'm gonna wander."
"Cool. Later."
Actually I was lying just a wee, tad bit. Wandering implies a bit of aimlessness. While I was going to pay a flying trip to the Champions and Disciples if I could find them, my real attention was going to be paid to the Challengers, two or three in particular.
I didn't really have to go too far. The half of the Disciples that had missed out on sharing the pool with the Challengers were now splashing around with the Champions. Those Disciples who weren't were either back in the cabin or running around the athletic fields. Or so swore their counselors to the best of their knowledge and belief. Good enough.
From a distance I could spot Scott and Sean. Scott had resumed trying to teach his charges the game of futbol. The only progress he seemed to have made since yesterday was to get them to try sliding tackles. It appeared, however, they had yet to associate getting a running start and sliding through the water and mud with making a play on the ball. Another day, perhaps.
I saw Ben and waved him over.
"Stu, you come to watch us play?"
"Nah, I came to see if you remembered what we'd talked about doing after supper."
"You mean like in your cabin, with me and Evan and David?"
"Yeah, exactly."
"What about it?"
"Well, unless you're really involved with learning to play soccer, I figured we could get together before supper."
"You mean like now?"
"Well, I guess. You feel like it?"
"Oh, yeah. Can David and Evan come, too?"
"Sure. I'm just gonna go back to my cabin. Whoever shows up, shows up."
The answer was all three. Ben led the way, followed by David and Evan.
"Afternoon, gentlemen.
"Hi, Stu," replied the chorus.
"Ben and Evan, I know we talked about his. David, you're o.k. with fooling around with us?"
"Yeah, I guess." That, I had learned, was eleven-year-old-speak for `Hell yes!'.
"Well, time to lose the clothes then."
Had a tornado struck Nordstrom's the amount of flying clothes would have been just comparable. Let the record show I contributed my share.
After the boys were naked, I had them sit on the bed. I took the chair from my desk and sat facing them. Evan and Ben were dark haired, and from the looks of their tan lines had spent much of the summer outdoors. David was more fair skinned, and had the accompanying blonde hair and blue eyes that made him premium fuck bait. Not that such a thing ever crossed my mind.
Having surveyed the goods for a moment, I stood up and walked over to Ben. My cock had been about a foot and a half in front of his face in the shower this afternoon. Now it was less than three inches.
"Like the view, Ben?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess."
"I can get closer if you want a better look. Or if you want to do something else?"
"Something else?"
"You can touch it if you want. Or you can taste it."
Ben was quiet. Obviously torn, but I couldn't get a good enough read on him to continue just yet.
"Evan, you want to show Ben and David what you do when someone puts their cock in your face?"
Evan smiled. "For sure."
I stepped one place to the left. Evan sat up on the edge of the bed. Cradling my balls in one hand, he put his other hand on the base of my shaft and stuck the head of my cock in his mouth.
He started bobbing up and down -- where had he been able to practice since this morning? -- exerting pressure with a blend of suction, teeth and lips that was unbelievable. If I didn't start exercising self-control NOW this experience would be over in a hurry.
"O.K. Evan, that was utterly terrific. Actually it was better than that, but I'm afraid words fail."
"Thanks. You ought to try it, Ben, it's fun."
Ben was still not saying much.
"Then I guess it's my turn," said David.
Rather than sit on the bed, David knelt in front of me. He just looked at my cock for a second, then grabbed it and kissed the head. He then began to lick my shaft from my balls to my cockhead, ending each oral stroke by tonguing my piss slit or kissing the dead of my dick.
I could feel my knees start to weaken. What the HELL was this kid doing?
David took my dick out of his mouth for a second. "Sit down, Stu, and enjoy."
Evan smiled. "David was showing me stuff, could you tell?"
"I thought something might be a little different. Either you're a good student, he's a good teacher, or a little of both."
"Both, I think."
"Well, Evan, while David is giving me a sensational blow job here, you think you would want to practice a little on Ben, maybe?"
"Ben, can I suck you?" asked the ever-polite Evan.
Ben did not reply, but did not attempt to remove his cock from Evan's mouth, either. Evan's pace was leisurely, but it was enough to quickly move Ben into uncharted territory.
"David, you want to switch off with Evan?"
"Cool, you want to finish in Evan?"
"Nah, I owe him a blow job from this morning, right, Evan?"
Evan smiled. "I hadn't forgotten."
Had there been a way to measure who had been more intensely anticipating me getting Evan's dick in my mouth, the owner of the dick or the owner of the mouth, it probably would have been a dead heat. As I took him, we both emitted an `mmmmmm' audible enough for David and Ben to hear.
"Ha, stereo" observed David.
I removed Evan's dick from my mouth. "Good observation, I guess I would be the woofer and Evan the tweeter."
"Huh?"
"Speaker-speak. Don't worry. But I forgot one thing, Evan."
"Yeah?"
"Remember last night you were telling us you kissed your girlfriend and then she got pissed off when you tried to grope her?"
"Yeah."
"And today, in the car, we were talking about Sean Young, and you would have kissed her even if she had balls?"
"I think I see where this is leading. Can I kiss you, Stu?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
First kisses are special. Evan and I just brushed our lips together at first, then as we added pressure our lips separated and our tongues met. I had never stuck my tongue in an electric outlet, but I got an idea of the sensation. Evan's tongue was exploring me with a blend of passion, curiosity, and novelty that was probably unique to someone his age. (Although such a broad hypothesis could only be verified through extensive testing. Any volunteers?)
"Whoa, step aside Sean Young."
"Skank," offered David, taking a temporary break from Ben's now quivering cock.
Remarks concluded, David and I returned to our tasks. Ben was so new, and David was so skillful, that that contest was over early. If it had been Little League the 10 run rule would have been in effect.
I was trying to take a little longer with Evan, but realized there was an additional opportunity.
"David, you doing anything with that dick for the time being?"
"Nah, you got any ideas?"
"Evan's got dibs on my mouth, can you think of anything else?"
"You mean it?"
"Sure. If you want."
That was a big 10-4.
I laid Evan on the floor and took him not quite in 69 position, I didn't -- believe it or not -- want the distraction at that point, but at an angle, leaving room for David to slide in behind me.
Not only was this not David's first rodeo, I think he had been trail boss on more than a few cattle drives. I could feel his tongue circling my asshole, and then the spit that served as sufficient lube for us. Then I felt the payoff.
It was a nice comfortable fuck. I could tell David was having a good time, but I would still be able to walk to the mess hall for dinner. For his part, David was taking a leisurely approach. I inferred he was going to try to time his orgasm to coincide with Evan's, filling me up from both ends simultaneously. Thoughtful young man, that David.
Evan was a perfect size for sucking, which is to say I could get every millimeter of him in my mouth without bruising my larynx. As David pumped me from one end, I accelerated the pace with Evan.
When Evan had a fistful of North Face in each hand, I switched gears and went to a harder, more prolonged oral stroke. I was rewarded with the sort of bucking and tossing action that normally requires you to deposit 4 quarters in your motel bed.
As Evan concluded his portion of the festivities I could sense David ready to cum as well. At times like that I was especially glad that I had helped a single mom friend of mine through Lamaze. There is a little exercise they teach that...well, if you don't get the picture, David did.
I don't know what museum it would hang in, probably one that wouldn't stay open very long, but we were a picture.
Ben, who had instigated the get-together, was sitting on the bed, recuperating from his blow job. Evan was laying on the floor on my sleeping bag, likewise in a post-orgasmic state. David was slowly pulling his spent dick out of my ass. And naturally our clothes were scattered everywhere. Would have made for a popular camp brochure, I bet.
David finished pulling out, and then crawled up beside me.
"Can I get a kiss, too?"
"It seems you're in luck. For today only everyone who has had his dick in my ass gets a complimentary kiss."
"Where's the line then?"
"You think I'm that easy? You must have me confused with Sean Young."
"She wasn't so bad in Stripes. Give me a kiss."
David was -- to my absolute lack of surprise -- a terrific kisser. I think he could have done a Rubik's cube with his tongue.
He broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear. "You haven't gotten off yet. What do you want to do?"
"What or who?"
"Well, Evan's already got to do you to day, and I think maybe Ben is a little shier than he thought about the sex thing just yet, so I guess that leaves me."
"That would work for me. You feel like anything in particular?"
"Well, I haven't had a man fuck me in a couple of weeks or so. You think you can take care of that detail?"
"I can certainly try. Evan and Ben, sit up and pay attention."
With the class ready for the demonstration, I placed David on his hands and knees. I pulled some lube out of my backpack, I wasn't sure saliva was going to be enough to get us through this time. I handed the lube to Evan.
"O.K. Evan. Put some of this on your fingers, and then spread it around David's asshole."
Evan was just a little tentative at first, but not for long.
"Fine. Now get some more, and try to put some a little bit inside his ass. Just one finger at first."
Evan's reservations were gone.
"That's good, Evan" said David. "Try a little more, and maybe with two fingers this time."
Evan completed his task and reluctantly removed his fingers from David's asshole.
"Ben, can I get you to help?"
"I guess."
"Take some of the lube and put it on my dick."
Ben, like Evan, was a little bit hesitant at first, but quickly got into his task.
"Whoa, Ben, nice hand job, but I was saving that for David."
"Sorry."
"Ben, just kidding. You gotta remember, if you hadn't organized this, none of us would be having this kind of fun right now. We owe you."
"Yeah," added Evan ,"once you get used to it it's totally cool."
"Pardon me," interjected David, "but someone was supposed to be putting a cock up my ass."
"That would be me," I confessed. "O.K. guys, watch."
"First time I've done David, I want to take it easy so I can find out just how much he can take. I'm gonna put my cockhead right up against his asshole and push to find out how easy or how hard it is going to be to get my dick in him."
As it turned out, David had apparently not been exaggerating about his previous experience. It took a negligible amount of pressure to gain entry.
"That wasn't too bad. If it had been harder, I would have backed off and tried for just a little more each time. But I think David can take it all now."
I was correct. My dick moved smoothly and deeply into David until it was buried up to my balls.
"Now watch, this is really cool. As I pull my dick back and forth, you can see how his asshole goes with it a little bit. That's because he's almost perfect for fucking."
"You don't need to flatter me, Stu, you already have your cock up my ass."
"Merely being objective, David. Someone like yourself who was clearly born to fuck must get that a lot."
David laughed. "Were you going to finish before breakfast, by any chance?"
"Well, I had no other plans, but I will be happy to accommodate your busy schedule."
I gradually picked up the frequency and force of my thrusts. With the size difference between us, David's knees were off the floor when my penetration was at its deepest point.
David's sexiness and perfectly fuckable ass, the attentive audience of Evan and Ben, and the fact that I had not gotten off since, well, earlier in the day, made for a nice finish for me. Had it not been for the inevitable and largely unanswerable questions, I probably would have left a love bite on his neck as I came. As it was, I verrrry reluctantly removed myself from David's ass and turned to the next item on the day's agenda.
"O.K. Who's ready for beans and franks?"
"Huh?" came the chorus.
"You didn't check the menu?"
"No, but it kind of makes sense," offered David.
"Why's that?"
"I heard we didn't finish all the hot dogs at the cook out last night."
"We better get back to the cabin and make sure they don't close any of the windows then," suggested Evan.
"Good idea guys, just don't forget your clothes."
That was not bad advice for me either. Once my guests had left, I got dressed and headed back to the mess hall. Luck was with me; more iced tea.
"Hey, Bob."
"Stu, s'up?"
"I was thinking since we're done with the DVD's, I might as well go ahead and take them back now. There's going to be enough to do tomorrow that it could slip through the cracks and we -- meaning I -- would pay about four times as much."
"Cool. Hey, while you're there, see what they have in the deli. Beans and franks don't exactly do it for me."
"Will do, Robert. Catch you on the flip side."
Having made the trip to the Chester General Store earlier that day in a downpour, with Evan jerking off as a further distraction, the return trip in clear weather by natural light was a breeze.
"Done already?" inquired the manager, owner, custodian and check out clerk.
"Yeah. You absolutely saved our lives. I just didn't want to get busy tomorrow and forget to get them back to you by 5:00."
"I appreciate that. Can I get you anything else?"
"You got a deli?"
"What's the matter? The kids didn't finish their hot dogs last night?"
"Pardon me, but is there any special form of address I should use for a witch? How the hell did you know that?"
"Same thing every year. Day after bonfire is beans and franks. They must think they're feeding the Packers and not a bunch of kids."
As a Bear fan I could have told him exactly what Packers ate, but he seemed so pleasant and helpful I passed up the chance to edify him.
"So can you help us out?"
"I think."
He led me over to a cooler with readily identifiable salami, old-fashioned loaf, and sliced ham.
"If you can get me about a pound of each, I'm gonna grab some bread."
"Sure thing."
Along with the bread, were, of course, the nutritional supplements that went under the trade name of potato chips. Loading my treasure into a couple of paper bags, I swiped my credit card and was on my way back to Lake Canaan.
Bob was sitting in front of the mess hall talking to Deb when I got back.
"Guys, grab some iced tea and meet me in my cabin?"
"Orgy?"
"No, better."
And actually, good sex had been more plentiful than good food so far that day. So we were just balancing the scales.
When Deb and Bob got there, I had spread out a buffet on my cabin desk.
"Manna," sighed Deb.
"Dig in, Children of Israel."
Locusts dining at a grain harvest had nothing on us. But even with our best efforts, we only finished about half. As you might expect, I was not good doing food shopping for any more than one person at a time.
"Why don't we do a loaves and fishes kind of thing and take some of this to the counselors? Even if they don't want any, they'll know we are thinking about them."
"Exactly. Whoever and wherever they are."
"Name badges for the counselors next year." As if I would have forgotten Scott and Sean under any circumstances, but no harm in playing along.
Going into my normal routine, Disciples and Champions got first crack at the food, and with still plenty left over I headed to the Challengers cabin.
I knocked on Sean's door, but got no reply. Scott's door brought results.
"Who's there?"
"Famine relief. Any starving refugees in there?"
"Just a minute, Stu."
Scott opened the door, and I quickly learned why Sean's room was empty. I had apparently interrupted a tryst between my Challenger counselors.
"Sorry for the interruption, guys, but we decided not to chance the camp menu tonight. Food for you if you want."
"No problem," said Sean, "but I hope you don't mind if we defer our culinary gratification for more pressing urges."
"That would be novel. Deferred gratification does not seem to be the order of the day very often at Lake Canaan."
"Like you wouldn't know about that," added Scott. "We know where Ben, David and Evan were."
"We haven't debriefed them yet, but we have an idea what went on," continued Sean.
"Well when you do, you'll find out that they are capable of de-briefing themselves."
"Isn't an attempt at sick humor like that indicative or a major personality disorder?"
"Damn, and I was doing so well without my meds."
"Stu, you want to jump in here, we can always use another playmate," offered Scott.
"Actually, if you wanted to be helpful in that regard, could you maybe handle the cabin on your own tonight? I haven't asked Sean yet - Sean, pay attention - but I would like to have him sleep over with me."
"Cool," said Scott. "I totally get it. That would be great."
Sean half-smiled. "Kinda half-date, half-sleepover."
"Yeah, I don't know when we'll ever get another chance."
"For sure," he said. "Just come down and get me when you're ready."
"See you then," I said. "But just one thing before..."
Sean as usual, anticipated me. He stepped toward me and we embraced, then shared a kiss. "I don't love you," he whispered.
"I don't love you, either," I answered. "Later. You two have fun."
Our analysis of the girls' activity that afternoon appeared to be on target. Virtually every one of the Esthers, Ruths, and the rest seemed to have a French braid. Nail polish, however, seemed to be split roughly 50-50 between red and pink, with the occasional purple or orange (orange?).
Nor was the menu a surprise. Beans and franks, applesauce and potato chips -- most of the basic food groups. I was deciding whether or not to even pretend to eat when
Typhoon Caitlyn came ashore again, her friend Miranda in tow.
"Got my present yet?"
"They were out of carrots. I was going to go to the store tomorrow."
"Silly, silly. Two a's, one r. I wonder if all trophy wives have such trouble training their husbands."
"You don't discuss it during your meetings?"
"No, mostly spa-related as I recall."
"Just as well, I would hate to be singled out."
"I do have a favor to request, darling."
"Ask anything, my love."
"We need to get some whipped cream and chocolate syrup out of the pantry. You have a key."
"You're cooking up something in the cabin?"
"One might say that. Miranda and I are going to give Deb some cheering up."
"Oh, you know about..."
"My wonderful but slow husband of course we are aware of her situation. She's too pretty to mope so much."
"So the condiments..."
Miranda spoke up. "We are going to rock her world."
"What better place than church camp for a healing ministry?"
"We thought so. So are you going to get us the stuff, or sit there and fantasize?"
"To the pantry, ladies."
Although the meal staff was probably in the kitchen or elsewhere in the mess hall, I took the precaution of stationing Caitlyn and Miranda as lookouts. I successfully negotiated the padlock and deadbolt.
"O.K., quick. Lucky Whip, check. Hershey's syrup, check."
"Oh, darling."
"Yes, my beloved."
"Had you thought about how we're going to get the syrup out of the can?"
"Not extensively. Let's see what's we can find."
Spatulas, potato peelers, corkscrews -- corkscrews? -- and finally and old-fashioned can opener.
"You're in business" I announced.
"Many Garcias" Caitlyn replied.
As they started to leave with their party supplies, I had a thought.
"Hey, wait up a sec."
"What for?"
"I have an idea."
Opening the cooler I found what I had hoped, a pint of strawberries.
"What are those for?" Caitlyn asked.
"Apparently the discussions at your trophy wives luncheons are more limited than I thought. Miranda, would you please close your eyes?"
"Possibly."
"Observe, my dear."
I pulled Caitlyn's sweat shirt up over her boobs, and followed by her bra. I bit the end off one of the strawberries, and then took it and traced a circle around her nipple. Leaning over I sucked the juice off her nipple, making sure to get every drop with either my lips or tongue.
"Just an idea" I explained.
"This is why I love you," Caitlyn replied.
"Me now" said Miranda.
I turned. Miranda had unzipped her jeans and was stroking herself while I was doing Caitlyn.
"You didn't have your eyes closed, did you?"
"You're right, Caitlyn, he can be silly. You think I was going to close my eyes and miss something?"
"Probably not much chance of that, huh?"
"Zero. Now get to work."
Miranda pulled her own sweatshirt and bra up, leaving me with just the fruit-related tasks. She was larger in the chest than Caitlyn, maybe a b-cup or so, with puffier nipples. I took a little longer applying the juice, making sure drag the edge of the berry over each nipple. And I as I sucked away the juice, I worked her with as much of my tongue as I could. Miranda's eyes closed and her knees started to buckle.
"Ahem."
"Oops, got kinda wrapped up."
"Just make sure when you're doing my friends I'm there to chaperone. I could become very jealous otherwise."
"Noted."
I took Miranda's hand in parting and tasted her fingers. "Strawberry is now only my second favorite flavor," I whispered.
"Oh, dear, there is one more thing, I need a banana."
"Caitlyn, isn't that a little dykey?"
"Silly, silly. I'm still hungry. I'm going to miss supper. I want a banana to eat. See, Miranda, he's terrible, everything is about sex."
"I thought that was why you loved me."
"I suppose that must suffice until you become incredibly wealthy. Ta ta."
I relocked the pantry and made my way back to the dining area. The presence of beans and franks and promise of sundaes had most of the campers engaged in at best token attempts to eat. I was pretty sure the Geneva Convention had outlawed the use of leftover beans and franks in luncheon recipes, but not to the point where I was ruling out another deli run for lunch, either.
My Challengers appeared most present and accounted for. Scott and Sean had for the time being forestalled any food fights, and they were talking in groups of twos and threes.
"One more day, gentlemen," I observed to Scott and Sean unnecessarily.
"And one more night," Scott countered, grinning at Sean.
"Speaking of which, campwise, another assembly tonight?"
"Yeah," began Sean," we need to meet their spiritual needs..."
"...as well as their physical needs," finished Scott.
"Speaking of spiritual needs, another Pastor of the Day special?"
"Yeah, but this guy's o.k."
"How do you know that, Sean?"
"He's the one who got Stu to volunteer."
"Pastor Tom is doing the assembly tonight? What time is he supposed to be here?"
"Assembly starts in maybe half an hour if they're on time."
"Which they never are?"
"And we'll play hell controlling the guys, because no ice cream until the assembly is over."
"Stu, you look a little, I don't know, confounded. What's up?"
"Well, probably nothing. There's a lot of kids here, and I'm sure Tom's time is tight."
"That's probably true," said Sean. "He said he was only going to have a couple of minutes to visit with the people from Hope before the assembly started."
"That would be you and me."
"And Caitlyn and Miranda. He called ahead and said he would like to get together with us about twenty `til seven."
I looked at my watch. 6:30.
"Gentlemen, you will have to excuse me."
I ran back to my cabin and found the map I had received when I checked in yesterday morning. Their were two possible cabins that Deb might be in. One would be hers, the other would be unoccupied.
The first cabin I went to was dark, which didn't rule out Caitlyn and Miranda being in there, but I thought, given my experience with them, that that wasn't their style. I was right.
There was a glow coming through the windows of the other cabin, given the gender of the occupants probably candles. I went up and knocked on the door.
"Caitlyn and Miranda, you've got company in ten minutes."
"Noooooooooooo...who?"
"Just Pastor Tom, you want me to send him over here?"
"Shit, shit, shit. All right."
I heard the sort of rustling and scrambling I would have expected with multiple individuals in panic mode locating their clothes, and then getting back in them. I was somewhat surprised, however, to hear Deb.
"Caitlyn, Miranda, don't leave me like this. Girls, please?"
"Sorry, Deb. Stu can help you, we gotta fly."
I knew Caitlyn well enough to stand back from the door when I heard that. She emerged with Miranda in close pursuit.
"We need to go address our spiritual needs with Pastor Tom. You go untie Deb."
Untie Deb?
I knocked again.
"Deb, it's me. You o.k. in there?"
"Ah, not completely. I need some help."
"Are you decent?"
"Well, not actually, but there isn't much I can do about it either."
"O.K., here goes."
Apparently Caitlyn, Miranda, and possibly Deb had seen Cat People. Deb was tied to her bed by the wrists and ankles. A combination of chocolate syrup and whipped cream residue coated her more intimate areas. A similar substance, along with what I had a serious hunch was strawberry juice, covered her boobs.
"Did you get a description?" I asked, as I covered her up with one of her blankets.
"Definitely, but I think we'll have to have the suspects nude so I can make a positive i.d."
"They are quite a pair."
"Yeah, and their accomplice is something else, too."
I pretended to be concentrating on the knots. "These would be easier if they didn't have so much chocolate on them. They need to learn how to wash their hands."
"They're pretty good with their hands," Deb offered.
"I'm glad their trip wasn't in vain." I freed the second of Deb's ankles and moved up to deal with her wrists.
"I don't think it was in vain for anyone. They probably would have kept me here all night."
"Well, it wouldn't exactly have meant missing sundaes."
"Ha. Caitlyn told me who suggested strawberries."
I got Deb's right hand free.
"And who showed her how to use them."
I finished Deb's left.
"Was she a good pupil?"
"I would say A+ for the entire class. And whoever taught them to eat pussy needs to get tenure."
"I can't claim that distinction, but Sean says they have sleepovers about once a month."
"The totally misnamed `sleepover'. That's what the next day is for."
"I wouldn't know. With those two I'd be dead by midnight. But anyway, I must get back and be sociable as well. You mad?"
Deb smiled. Her breathtaking, heart breakingly beautiful smile.
"Not a bit. When I wasn't cumming or eating one of them, I asked if they wanted to come back as counselors next year with Megan and me. They said they were going to go home and start marking the days off on their calendars."
"Cool. Should be the height of strawberry season. Later, beautiful."
"Thanks, Stu."
When I got back to the mess hall, Pastor Tom, Sean, Caitlyn and Miranda were engaged in some sort of conversation.
"Tom wants us to do a presentation this Sunday about what we did at camp," said Sean.
"I'm afraid that even if I pad my sermon I can only make 43 minutes. I need some help."
"I'm not sure how well a lot of what we did will translate to a presentation."
Sean grinned, Caitlyn rolled her eyes, Miranda licked her lips.
"I don't follow," said Tom.
"Well, I don't think the elders will go for converting the baptismal font into a swimming pool, or let us start a bonfire on the altar. And after we walked up and down the pews a few times on our three mile hike..."
"No, that's not exactly what I was after. Spiritual stuff and all, remember, it's church."
"I'm sure we can do two minutes for you, Tom. Just drop us in somewhere in the bulletin."
"Great. Look forward to it."
With that Tom was off to find Betty and get the evening's assembly underway.
Caitlyn, Miranda and Sean looked at me.
"I will think of something between now and then. I'm sure they'll want us all up front and everyone will have to say something, but I'll go first and you guys can throw in whatever."
"Sounds like a plan," said Sean.
"K with me,"agreed Caitlyn. Miranda nodded.
Sean headed over to get the Challengers rounded up. As he left, I turned to Caitlyn and Miranda.
"I'm going to have to teach you two how to tie a slip knot before you come back next year."
"Did Deb tell you that she wanted us to be counselors, and then we'd be here with her and Megan?"
"She shared that tidbit, yes."
"She's pretty hot," observed Miranda," as you now know."
"Please, Miranda, I didn't look at her totally nude, highly buff, condiment-covered body any longer than was necessary to get the ropes off. Or mostly."
"That's good, my dear," pointed out Caitlyn. "I understand your inability to resist my dear partner Miranda, especially after she had been fingering herself, but if you had done Deb that might have broken my heart."
"Didn't occur to me. After you and Miranda got through with her I'm not sure I'd have that much to offer anyway."
"She did cum a lot didn't she, Miranda?"
"I counted four," Miranda replied. "Same as us."
"Yeah, but that was just two each for us."
"Well, I'll remember to get that right when we make our presentation on Sunday. See you at the assembly."