NIS: Naked in Summer Camp (unfinished ENF story)

[EddieDavidson]

Much to my chagrin, quite some time ago I had an idea for a Naked in School variation for Summer School.

I am sure I am not the only one, but I had the idea spontaneously. It was like this light bulb went off in my head. Classic fish out of water story, where no clothes, new location, no parents and I could make 80s references! Big hair, big tits, inspiration from classic movies. What could go wrong?

I set it in modern times, because there are fitbits, but in retrospect, I think I should have gone full Bill Murray era. The main character arrives before the other campers as sort of a counselor in training, so she has some authority. Most of her fellow CLITS as they are known, have done this before or at least camped there. She's a total newbie, so that allowed me to explain the rules to the reader through exposition of the orientation from Melnick and AJ.

Instead of the comfort of being able to go home - the subject is at camp, always nude, with campers they do not know mostly, and they have mostly counselors who themselves were campers ranging from the 18-24 year old range.

I have always been a big fan of the movie "Meatballs" with Bill Murray (and I would certainly spit upon the Corey Feldmen version that followed, it was a travesty). It was an underdog tale of a camp that regular kids go to, while the rich get to enjoy a pristine camp. Their camp was falling apart, poorly run, but it was fun. Shenigans and Hijinks that would be poo-poo'd in current generation were considered comedy.

"They set up the showers with windows so that anyone could look in on the girls? WTF? Lawsuit!"

But in the 80s it was really like that. I stayed at a KOA where they had windows and if you could manage to find a rock and throw it back and forth at night, you could see some really granular titty if you looked hard enough. I wouldn't know but a guy who did that, told me (lol).

anyway, you could find women canoeing topless, and all that stuff in real life, and in the sexploitation 80s films about summer camp (there were many others). I intended to do an "homage" to those, and the Meatballs influence will be obvious.

Unfortunately, I forgot completely where I was going with it, lost my inspiration and abandoned this story. Languishing without love for years, I would love for someone to finish it, or even offer up ideas. I can't do it right now, but I am polishing Mary Christmas with a softer vibe, and Nude Rules, while posting other stories.

Even unfinished, this still seems to be popular with people who like NIS stories involving humiliation. A lot of them have no "predicament" which loses it's bite for me.

As an example, in many NIS stories the main character(s) are well-adjusted, comfortable with nudity, and most of it is melodrama typical Degrassi Next Generation stuff, it may as well be fully clothed because so much of it is about relationships and simply most are clothed, a few are not.

In the ones I like, there is some penalty for refusing reasonable requests, and often the Program member was drafted not voluntary, or it's cold as fuck out because I like frosty butts. In this one, There was a twist involved somehow that the main character was shy, and not used to any of this, having not grown up near a NIS Program.

I set this story in Canada where the original Meatballs was filmed. I wanted it to have an 80's vibe.

I am a FANATIC for the TV show Friday Night Lights, and one of my favorite characters is streetwise Kelly, the often maligned for being a slut daughter of a single mother. Her older sister is a stripper, she's got broad shoulders and blonde hair, a bit of an attitude but brains as well. I featured an alter-ego in this one as the main camp counsellor. She's tough, but fair and she has no qualms about nudity or performing requests - which is kind of a hot fantasy in and of itself. She's sort of a "Let's just get it done" type - "we are here to have fun, and you will whether you like it or not" and "So, it's just a titty, it's not the end of the world if you see it" Type.

Contrasted to the shy, main character, they are polar opposites. I know I intended to have a mentor/mentee relationship in there. I had the rather clever epiphany to make her a "CLIT" Counselor Leader in Training, which seems like something Melnick would create and unintentionally not realize what the acronym is. I was going to joke about his prior program SUPER HEROES IN TRAINING and the acronym for that later on, as an example of Melnick not being the visionary he thinks he is.

I was talking to someone about age on here, I never say age unless it's necessary, such as "I Am 18 now, Mom! You can't make me!" I prefer to leave it vague and let the reader fill in the blank based on maturity level. I can have an older character be less mature because that's how the world works though. I don't know what the laws are around the world and i am not interested in finding out if Australia or Texas or wherever decides to pass some law about erotic fiction - so "undefined" is how all my stories work, but in my head they are always over high school age, as I am not into creepy. I just wanted to put that out there, as this character being immature sexually is not an intent to skirt and board rules either. She's simply sheltered.

So, now that I gave you an introduction, and some caveats, I'll share what I have with you. I wasn't savvy about AI at this point, so I cobbled together illustrations (made the cover from an old 80's summer sexploitation movie, modified a few things (Camp mohawk) etc. This may flick your bick, inspire someone to finish it. If you give me permission I'll post the chapter on SOL to complete the circle.

It pains me to know this pup has sat fallow. It's one reason I try to finish a story completely before I publish. It's not fair to readers to leave them hanging. This was the story that taught me that lesson. I just completely lost inspiration at the time. Maybe I can get it back if there is interest, but I'd rather someone else take a turn.

[EddieDavidson]

Summer was finally here! I was so excited to be chosen as a Counselor Leader In Training at Camp Mohawk. I had never been to the camp, but I was told that it was around since the 1960s, and the pictures that I had made it look really rustic and fun.

I hadn’t expected to be chosen. My best friends Marcia and Wendy had applied to be counselors. Marcia’s family unexpectedly planned to take a trip to Barcelona and asked if I wanted to fill in for her as an alternate only a few days earlier. Everything was falling into place!

My parents and brother said their goodbyes, and I hopped on board a school bus bound for Lake Nipigon with my best friend Wendy. I had never been away from home by myself, and this promised to be an incredible adventure!

“I am so thrilled, Wendy!” I smiled at my friend. Wendy has long wispy blonde hair, classic good looks, and she’s sprouted boobs recently, and they are fantastic.

I am still working on mine, and very self-conscious about my puffy little boobies. I’ve done everything from stuffing my bra to baggy clothes in order to make people think I have a little more up top than I really do.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to let my hair down and have some fun, Strawberry!” Wendy flashed her perfect smile.

My name is Candace, but everybody calls me Strawberry because of my red hair and the splash of freckles across my nose. The nickname is a little embarrassing. I’ve been hoping as I mature that people will call start calling me Candace. I imagined the respectful campers that I’d be assigned calling me MISS CANDACE. I was looking forward to that.

I had a late birthday, and I was lucky to be assigned as a Counselor Leader In Training. I was told that most of them are in high school already. It seemed like quite the honor to be selected (even if I was a last minute choice).

“I just realized that the acronym for Counselor Leader In Training is C-L-I-T,” I whispered to my friend. That was a pretty funny oversight. We both giggled over my naughty discovery. I’ve kissed boys and done finger stuff, but I had never gone all the way.

Wendy on the other hand, SAYS she is a virgin, but there are several boys who say otherwise. She definitely seems more worldly when it comes to sexual things than me.

The ride to Camp Mohawk was largely uneventful. We sang 101 bottles of beer on the wall, and even a few naughty songs like “101 dildos on the wall”. The bus was co-ed and there were some really cute boys on the bus.

“It kind of sucks that the boys are going to be segmented on one side of the camp,” I observed to Wendy. There was an older blonde boy with braces that was silently flirting with me.

“I am pretty sure that the boys will find a way to sneak over to the girl’s side of the camp,” Wendy smiled mischievously.

“Do you think we could in trouble though? We are Counselor Leaders and we have to set a good example for the younger girls,” I snickered. I intended to at least meet one cute boy at summer camp, or what was the point in going, right?

A girl that was sitting behind us had been eavesdropping. She had short brown hair and a smirky sarcastic attitude. “You know we get assigned boy campers, don’t you?”

“What?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, I was a camper last year. I know for sure. My name is Roxanne,” she introduced herself. We gave her our names and asked why they would put girls in charge of boys. “You’ll see!”

We thought she might be pulling our legs. Wendy and I theorized that they might segment the CAMPERS into boys and girls, but they probably trust the camp counselors. “They probably assign one boy and one girl counselor to each cabin. You know? Sort of like Mom and Dad of the cabin,” I suggested.

“I don’t know, but maybe some of my campers will be cute,” Wendy sounded hopeful.

“They are going to be younger than us!”

“So what? Maybe they hit their growth spurt. A girl can hope, right?” Wendy chuckled. We didn’t think about it again until we arrived.

The bus was hot and sweaty, and all I had on was a white camp shirt and a pair of black shorts, and sneakers. I saw the camp in the distance. I could make out pristine white riding stables, an elaborate sports stadium, what appeared to be really luxurious log cabins, and a wonderful swimming pool next to a beautiful lake with canoes and kids having fun.

“Why are we driving past?”

Roxanne leaned up and explained that was our rival “Camp North Star”. “Every year, we have a competition with the rich pricks from North Star, and every year we lose,” she laughed derisively.

That was disappointing but I was still hopeful. We had to drive the long way round the lake. The camp had clearly seen better days. The sign out front was faded and read “Camp North Fart”. One of the campers must have vandalized the sign. My friend and I chuckled pretty hard about that.

The camp wasn’t much. There was a central building with the offices and cafeteria, and a few cabins on one side. There was a lot of woods, and a broken-down old playground. I was already starting to like the place though. It had a homey feeling. I’ve always liked the plucky underdogs and this place really looked like it was that.

The camp director greeted us when we filed off the bus.

“Okay, everybody, I’m waiting...” he made us stand in line as we filed off the bus. Wendy and I were quiet but after a long bus ride everyone else seemed to want to talk and misbehave.

“People, settle down ... Okay, that’s better,” Morty accepted a little chit-chat and continued once he largely had our attention. “There’s a lot of new people this year, so before I go any further...

I want to introduce myself. My name is DIRECTOR MELNICK,” Morty was very explicit in what he wanted to be called.




He was wearing a t-shirt that read “when this hand goes up, the mouth closes.” He didn’t intimidate me though. He seemed like he was a really nice guy – a little disorganized.

“Hi Morty!” several of the kids who were regulars (including Roxanne) delighted in pushing his buttons and he accepted it with a little chagrin. I kind of liked their sense of humor. I had never spoken to an adult that way before.

“My name is DIRECTOR MELNICK! Not Morty! Not to you, not to the campers,” Morty looked at his clipboard and lifted a sheet of paper as if he were checking names and counting heads. “The buses with the campers will be here shortly and it is important you get your bus assignments. Each of you will be assigned SIX campers.”

The regulars held up five fingers and repeated “Five” as if that is what they heard him say.

“No, Six campers,” he started to correct them before he realized they were just having a little fun teasing him.

“But if we lose one, then that would be okay?” the cute blonde boy that had smiled at me laughed.

“Bobby, don’t start this year. I am really not in the mood.”He gave us each simple fitbits. They were watches that could be used as watch timers and track steps and physical activity. They weren’t very expensive looking but he acted as if he was trusting us with something sacred. Morty repeatedly mentioned that we’d be docked if we lost them and that it was our responsibility to keep track of them. I was confused by their purpose but all of the counselors received one.

At his side, was a blonde amazon who introduced herself as Head Counselor AJ while they signed out the fitbit watches. The boys and even Roxanne jeered when she said “Head” because of the double entendre.

AJ placed her hands on her hips. She had amazing breasts, and she stood tall and proud. I couldn’t believe she was even a teenager. She looked like a grown woman. “Yes, HEAD counselor, that’s right, and I am damn good at it, but not for the likes of you Clits.”

I exploded with laughter. Our head counselor actually CALLED us clits.

“Something funny, Clit?”

“I just didn’t know you were going to actually call us that, I am sorry,” I blushed.

“Do you expect me to say counselor leaders in training every time?” AJ asked rhetorically before asking me my name. She wrote it down on her clip board as if she were circling it and putting me on a naughty list already.

She led us on a tour of the camp. “There are six cabins on the girl’s side, and nine cabins on the boys side.”

“SIXTY-NINE!” several of the male counselors shouted enthusiastically.

She ignored the boys jab about sixty-nine and remained serious.

“The cafeteria is the neutral zone. Girl campers aren’t permitted on the boys side, and boy campers aren’t permitted on the girls side unless you have special permission for Co-Ed activities. The farthest you go is the cafeteria. Is that abundantly clear?” AJ explained sternly.

“Yes, Head Counselor AJ!” a couple of the boys joked. Bobby wasn’t the biggest smart-ass of the bunch. The main comedian was his friend “Trip” and he seemed to egg everyone to be a little raunchy and disrespectful. I thought that was okay, considering the campers were not there.

The Cafeteria seemed to double as a rec hall when meals were not served and even as a gym. There was a small office with a gift shop attached to it at the front. That’s where Director Melnick went after the initial introductions. He left everything to AJ and I thought that was pretty cool. I hoped to be as poised and in charge as she was when I got my campers.

There were shower buildings on either side of the cafeteria. One was designated for girls and the other for boys on the appropriate side. I was a little surprised by the fact that we had communal showers. That was pretty wild.

“Awww, not co-ed? I heard we were going to have big changes this year,” Trip asked patronizingly.

“One big change is that I am going to tie you up by your feet and let your campers use you as a piñata, Trip. Now, be a big boy and set a good example for the newbies.”

“Yes, Miss AJ, Ma’am,” Trip barked out his response as if he were in the military answering a drill sergeant.

“Good boy, follow orders, and you may get to shower in the head counselor’s private shower this year,” She cooed. “Would you like that, Trip?”

I had no idea that she was flirting!

“You know that I would,” Trip sang his response.

“Good, I’ll make the arrangements for you to shower with Steve tonight,” she smiled wickedly. She obviously had been shining Trip on.

“Steve Rhoades is back this year? What happened? Did the parole board decide to send him back here another year? That guy is WAY too old to be a camp counselor. I guess he likes them young, and he keeps getting older and they stay the same age year after year. It’s probably the only way he can get girls,” Trip was in the middle of insulting the guy when we heard a harumph.

“Steve? You old son-of-a-gun,” Trip knew instantly that his nemesis was standing behind him. Steve was broad shouldered, athletic and he clearly thought he was god’s gift to women. “Looks like we’ll be shaping young minds and teaching them Camp Mohawk values together again, old buddy,” Trip kissed up to him.

“Yeah,” Steve ignored him. “It’s going to be a very educational summer,” he observed casually as he walked over and put his arm around AJ. She looked a little uncomfortable but didn’t shrug it off. It was probably inappropriate around other counselors.

“What? a little touch is going to bother you?” Steve grinned.

“No, Steve. Just remember that this year, I am a head counselor just like you,” AJ bluntly reminded him that they shared equal authority. It was abundantly clear that AJ’s responsibility was over the girl clits and that Steve was in charge of the boy counselors.

“Not JUST like me,” Steve offered crudely as he stared at her bulging tits through her shirt, and then said that he could think of “TWO differences.”

“Are all the guys here total pervs?” I whispered my question to Wendy. Roxanne overheard as well and giggled. Roxanne assured us that we didn’t know the half of it. I wanted to meet a boy at camp, but I hoped that he wasn’t going to be rude and foul mouthed.

Steve took the male counselors to the other side of the camp to set up. I followed AJ to the other side of the camp. There were three other female counselors in training. I was assigned to cabin six. It looked sturdy enough and it was fairly close to the shower.

“I’ve got cabin eight. We are close to each other,” Wendy seemed pleased.

“Wait, cabin eight? There are nine cabins. This really is the boy’s side?” I realized that Roxanne hadn’t been kidding.

“Told you so,” Roxanne told us she had cabin seven and that we’d be neighbors.

Several buses arrived shortly after, and we went out to meet them. AJ blew her whistle and lined the campers up. Morty gave them a short introduction and promised them genuine Indian arrow heads, leathercrafting, basket weaving, canoeing and fun in the sun.

“You know why we are here,” several of the campers shouted eagerly. “Okay, okay, keep your shorts on! We’ll do introductions and a tour and then in about an hour we’ll bring everyone out for orientation!”

As my campers started arriving, I asked them to stand next to me and wait. There was a little chaos, but AJ and Steve actually managed it very well. Steve was a little crass with the girls. He blew his whistle and told them to stop, and then tried to confuse them and tell them to go. It was just a little good-natured playful hazing and nothing else.

Despite the long bus ride, the boys seemed a little riled up and excited. Most of the campers were a head shorter than me and although we were close in age, they seemed impossibly immature. Most of the handsome ones were assigned to other cabins. I wasn’t interested in younger boys, but I noticed that I seemed to get the strangest ones.

You know how when kids pick teams for sports, there are always those kids that are chosen last? I felt like AJ was changing the assignments to give me those kids.

I took my six back to the cabin and introduced myself and told them my name. I left out the part about calling me Strawberry. There was no point in giving out that nickname. I told them what part of Ontario I was from and a little about the things I enjoyed. It was nice because they hung on every word and kept looking at me intently.

“You look hungry,” I observed. The boys all looked famished. I wasn’t much older than them but I felt an instinctive obligation to look after them. This was my first time at camp, and despite being nervous and a little self-conscious about being a leader I tried to project confidence.

I informed the boys when dinner would be and that we had orientation soon. I asked them to introduce themselves.

The first boy introduced himself. He was shy, awkward and wore thick black framed glasses. They were the old 1960s style frames. His friend quickly told everyone his nickname was “Spaz”. He was wiry and looked incredibly nerdy.

His friend introduced himself as Larry Finkelstein. Spaz made sure everyone knew to call him “Fink”. Larry shrugged and said everyone calls him that. “Everyone calls my dad that too,” he explained that his father owned an electronic store in Ottawa. He was heavy set, with short-cropped hair.

They had both been campers for the last two years and were fast friends. They implied that this year was going to be different for them and that they were super excited to be here. I told them I was too.

“Well, alright!” they both cheered. I was glad they were so happy that I was their counselor.

The third boy introduced himself as “Wheels”. He didn’t say why that was his nickname. He had dark curly hair and was athletic. Wheels was average looking but by comparison to the others he was attractive. He seemed mature for his age.

He had been here the previous year. “I wouldn’t miss the year for anything,” he implied that he was ready to have a really great time. I told him I’d do everything I could to ensure that happened.

The fourth camper was shy. He introduced himself as “Renzetti” and told everyone that they could call him Hardware. He had an American accent – probably from New York. He was thin and had a crooked nose.

He said that his parents made him come year after year, and this year he was finally looking forward to it as well.

The fifth camper called himself “Horse”. I asked him if he loved horses because I do as well. I assumed that he would say yes. “Nope, you’ll see why they call me Horse!”

I had no intention of seeing his penis, if that was what he meant. I didn’t feel as confident in myself as AJ to dress him down though. I hoped I could set barriers and boundaries. I felt like I should have started off by insisting they call me “Miss Candace” but now I was feeling self-conscious. I was only a year or maybe two older than these boys at most. I didn’t feel entirely in charge.

He certainly seemed like he had been at the camp previously, but he didn’t say.

The final camper was shy. He introduced himself simply as Rudy and offered no background on where he was from or his interests.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” one of them asked me. The boys all seemed to want to know.

“No,”

“Does the carpet match the drapes?” Horse asked if my pubes were red like my hair. I ignored his question and rolled my eyes. He promised he’d see soon enough. I wanted to tell him “Fat chance” but I was a little too nervous to assert myself.

“Do you have a nickname?” Spaz asked.

“I’d rather you not call me by my nickname, but since most of you have one,” I paused and looked at Rudy. He was the ONLY boy in my cabin without a nickname. “My friends call me Strawberry,” I admitted.

“I bet you are sweet to eat!” Fink grinned lasciviously as if he wanted to actually eat me like a meal. The others laughed.

“I’d prefer you call me Candace,” I replied dryly. I didn’t want to seem like a hard-ass but I had imagined that the my campers would respect me more if they had to address me like a teacher.

“Can dance?” Spaz boogied around the cabin and moonwalked. The cabin was fairly spartan with six beds, chests, and small table and chairs we could sit at. A few of the boys chuckled at my expense.

“No, Canned ASS,” Fink waddled around the room wiggling his butt and smacking it. There were howls of laughter.

“Okay, that is enough,” I offered them a sour smile. “Don’t get on my bad side,” I warned them.

“Or what?” Fink challenged me. “You going to spank us, Counselor?”

The others giggled at the absurdity of that notion. I had no idea how to punish them if they were bad. “I might tell the head counselor,” I warned. I felt powerless all of a sudden, like the only authority that I really had was quickly evaporating and that soon the boys would figure out I was just faking having any to begin with.

A rock song began playing over the PA loudspeakers. The music was muffled but all the campers recognized it and cheered.

Are you ready for the summer?

Are you ready for the good times?

Are you ready for the birds and bees?

the apple trees!

And a whole lotta foolin’ around

Are you ready for the hot nights?

Are you ready for the fireflies

the moonlit skies

And a whole lotta foolin’ around

No more pencils, no more books

No more teachers’ dirty looks

The old rock song signaled that AJ was ready to begin orientation and we exited the cabin. The other boys were filing out of their cabins with their camp counselors. The camp director observed from behind AJ like a proud general marshalling his troops on the morning before battle. AJ was the star of the orientation and everyone instinctively lined up on her in small groups.

I was a lanky bean pole of a girl with few curves and my show of confidence was all an act.

AJ was who I wanted to be. She commanded attention in how she moved and spoke. She blew a whistle and lined everyone up by cabin. Each of the girl counselors were standing with the campers from our assigned cabin. I thought there had been some mix-up by assigning girls to run the boy’s side of the camp. No one else appeared nervous or confused and there was quite a bit of apprehension for what AJ had to say.

“This year we are trying something new at Camp Mohawk, so I am just going to go right ahead and address it with this initial orientation. I expect you twerps to listen up and listen WELL. If you do not listen then you and I are going to have a bad time at Camp this summer and if I have a bad time, then you will definitely HAVE a bad time.”

AJ’s stony demeanor got everyone’s attention. No one talked, and all eyes were on her. “If you fail to follow my instructions then not only will you draw back a slap across your chubby little faces, but you could be ejected from the NIS program this summer.”

There were no objections or questions. I knew about the Naked in School program (NIS). It was something for high schools and colleges. “As you should all know if you READ your programs this year, Morty signed up Camp Mohawk for participation in an experimental NIS summer program.”

“Lost money at the track this year, Morty?” a wise-acre from another cabin joked, and a short burst of laughter cascaded from the source of the comment.

“Camp Mohawk can’t compete with Camp North Star in amenities. We do this and we can afford to get the holes in the canoes patched up ... But yes, if you must know, the track hasn’t been kind this year,” Morty admitted in self-deprecating fashion.

“Raise your hands if you have attended a school with the NIS program?” AJ asked. Almost no one raised their hands. A few of the older camp counselors raised their hands.

AJ glared at Morty, as if she expected the response but hadn’t hoped for it. “Keep your hands up if you’ve done your mandatory naked in school week?”

Roxanne was surprisingly one of the girls who had her hand raised, along with two of the other counselors. Wendy didn’t raise her hand and neither did I.

“Not to worry, by the end of this orientation you will have the basics down. The naked body is nothing to be ashamed of and everyone has one under their clothes. I’ve personally volunteered every year for NIS, and I plan to attend a year round NIS college program in the fall,” AJ was already removing her big white Camp Mohawk t-shirt.

I gasped when her tits sprung forth and bounced freely. A lot of boys giggled and guffawed as they stared at the head counselor’s exposed melons. I couldn’t help the feeling of sympathetic humiliation running up my spine. I wasn’t the one topless, but I felt empathy for AJ. I assumed it must have been incredibly humiliating to take her shirt off in front of over fifty boys that were ogling her.

If it bothered AJ in the least, she didn’t show it. “Go ahead and get the giggles out and laugh, it’s perfectly natural and you will get a good long look this summer. You may even be capable of staring at tits without acting like total morons,” she chided the boys. She placed her thumbs in the sides of her black shorts and then slid them down to her ankles. She took her panties off as she did.

The giggles morphed into shocked exasperation. I felt like there was something so naughty about what she was doing and the fact that AJ acted like it was perfectly normal to expose herself to total strangers made it seem even more provocative.

Imagine a fully developed woman with big knockers standing naked in front of over sixty people wearing clothes. If AJ wasn’t so attractive and stacked, I assumed she’d be melting with humiliation. I could hardly believe that my camp counselor was going to be naked for the summer.

I wondered if she planned to put her clothes back on at all! My mind began to flash with how hard it might be to eat dinner in the mess hall in a room filled with people wearing clothes. I was blushing sympathetically thinking about it.

This sudden news was completely blowing my mind!

“Eyes up here,” AJ demanded that the guys stop looking at her boobs and look at her face while she spoke. I quickly realized that was a joke AJ was making to add a little levity to the situation. “I am just kidding. You can LOOK at any part of me. That’s the entire idea of the NIS program.”

AJ explained that the program started in California over twenty years earlier. It was a radical program that many people misunderstood. Students (and some teachers) volunteer for a week and attend classes in the nude. There were many detractors who opposed the program, but the results had been overwhelmingly positive and it had spread across the world.


Canada (where I live) is fairly progressive, but we can also be fairly conservative on some things as well. Society has increasingly become more tolerant, but I had never personally seen anyone in the program. I had only heard about it in the news.

NIS was founded primarily to reduce teen pregnancy by taking the stigma and curiosity out of sexuality. “You know what I got; I know what you have. We don’t need to make an excuse to bump uglies in the backseat of a car to see each other’s naughty bits. Yes, girls get curious as well and on the other side of camp the other head counsellor is having this exact same conversation with the girls.”

“If they are curious about what Steve has, the girls probably have to get a microscope out!” one of the older girl counselors teased.

“Steve is a man-slut, but that’s the other important part about NIS,” AJ added. “There is nothing wrong with being a slut and body shaming is not appreciated. Dicks come in all shapes and sizes; some lean to the left, some peckers are big, some cocks are medium, and some wieners are teeny-tiny,” AJ squeezed her fingers closely together to approximate the size of Steve’s dick. “That is okay,” she added with a smile. “I have big tits, big perfect, voluptuous, lovely, delicious boobs that don’t sag, perfect life preservers! I’ll never sink if I ever start to drown. Even if I didn’t, have a great rack, I’d still be more of a man than you ever will be, Steve Rhoades!”

“More than a mouthful is a waste anyways,” one of the crude boys from another cabin jeered her, but AJ didn’t seem to notice.

The head counselor even bounced up and down to demonstrate as if the buoyant balloons on her chest were her favorite toys. “There are all shapes and sizes of breasts! Some are round, Some jugs are like triangles, some are like puffy, some boobies are flat. They are all okay! NIS helps young people see that the parts of the physical form that we normally hide in society are all acceptable. I have a big clit,” she reached down between her hairless pussy and pushed the flap of skin between her legs up as if it was not the most sensitive and private part of her body she had just pinched.

“Just looking at the pimples on your faces, I can tell most of you have never seen one of these. You don’t know what it is for, and you don’t know how sensitive it is. The point of NIS is you get to ask us questions about it, touch it, and look at it.”

These boys get to touch her clit? No wonder they seemed excited to be here. I thought back to how they seemed hungry earlier and started to wonder if they just couldn’t wait for this part.

She told them that the clit was not much different than the loose skin on her elbow. It was made of the same cells, but it had a different purpose and level of sensitivity. “That’s all! Once you realize that the body is the body, and your curiosity is satisfied then we can get on with other activities this summer.”

“My perverted uncle is sixty-four, and I do not think he’s ever going to stop being curious about bodies like yours,” Roxanne joked.

“Activities? Broken canoes, making wallets and games of horse-shoes?” Fink quipped from behind me. There were other sarcastic comments as well, but I didn’t hear all of them.

“We are going to have a good number of NIS demonstrations and activities but also traditional camp activities,” AJ informed everyone. “The first orientation is just to lay the ground rules on what you are learning and what a reasonable request actually is.”

I had no idea what she was talking about. It all sounded so thrilling and terrifying at the same time. What did she mean by reasonable requests? I had so many questions!

I was shocked by the fact that I did not know any of this was going to happen. I had admittedly not read all of the package that Camp Mohawk sent when I completed my application. I convinced my parents to let me sign up in place of Marcia’s without discussing it. They had no reason to ask if the summer program involved NIS. I wondered if my parents would be mad at me for going to a camp that had adopted the NIS program.

I was actually quite curious about whether or not I’d get to see Steve in the nude. I had lots of questions about how boys’ bodies worked. I assumed that I’d find out naturally through sexual experimentation. I had to admit that I could see the logic of being able to ask questions BEFORE I had all of the pressure of performing sexually with a boy that I liked.

Steve was a pretentious douche-bag, but he was also a full grown man with hair on his chest (I could see it through his t-shirt) and stubble on his face. He might have been crass and a bit of a bad-boy, but I was genuinely wondering if he was going to get hard in front of the female campers.

I almost giggled out loud when I thought about his dick getting hard uncontrollably. It was such a naughty thought that I almost didn’t realize that AJ was talking directly to me.

“Earth to air-head,” AJ got my attention. I heard the others laughing right at me and a fresh wave of red-humiliation washed down my spine. The empathetic feelings I had for AJ’s predicament were nothing compared to the self-conscious embarrassment I felt when everyone looked at me and laughed. “Are you waiting for an engraved attention, Miss Candace?”

I was finally being addressed as Miss Candace. Unfortunately, the tone in AJ’s voice was derisive, and it wasn’t validating my authority as a camp counselor at all.

It took me a moment to realize that the other camp counselors were nearly undressed. Roxanne grinned and winked at me. She had a thick black curly bush and dark red nipples. My best friend Wendy was dutifully removing her clothes as if it was not that big of a deal to her either.

“The rest of us have to do it. Don’t be nervous. It’s just skin! Now strip down, and let it all hang out, Candace. You are going to be naked all summer, so you may as well get started now.”

[EddieDavidson]

All eyes were on me and that was making me extremely nervous. There were nine other girls that were completely naked and yet I was the one who must have felt the most embarrassed. I am cute but not well developed and I am extremely self-conscious.

I think what made me feel the most vulnerable was that Morty was staring at me intently as if he were disappointed in me for not immediately stripping down like the other girls. I couldn’t even turn to face the boys in my cabin because I was mortified.

“Good girl,” AJ smiled at me when I removed my shirt. I had a training bra on underneath.

“Why would you wear that when you knew you had to take it off anyway,” Horse asked from behind me. I assumed the question was a rhetorical jeer.

AJ responded to the question. “The camp counselors must answer ALL of your questions truthfully and factually, but let’s save the questions for why girls wear training bras until after orientations, okay?”

“Yes, Miss AJ,” Horse responded warmly.

“Good boy,” AJ smiled at him.

I felt increased shame and humiliation as I reached behind myself and unsnapped my bra. The other girls had slid out of their clothes in what felt like a few seconds, but I was languishing in mine and it was like slowly ripping a band-aid off of a cut. It only prolonged the feeling of shame - but I wasn’t ready to be fully naked.

Roxanne began to hum the tawdry version of the stripper song. You know the one with the high hat drums and the sultry saxophone that goes “Bad-dump, bad-dump, tssss...”

Well, she managed to get all of the boys in her cabin to serenade me with it and a few from my own cabin joined in as well. I assumed that Roxanne was trying to add a little levity. She was already naked, and her pointy tits shook a little as she directed the boys to harmonize the song while I stripped.

“Okay, Okay, Roxanne,” AJ slightly chastised Roxanne for teasing me but let them have their fun. I was completely naked and stood awkwardly with my hands covering my pussy. I positioned my arms over my smallish boobs to ensure that I had strategically covered my nipples.

“It’s okay to be nervous, Candace,” AJ informed me. “You knew that this was a requirement of all counselors when you signed up for CLIT. I assume this is your first time in the program?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I admitted sheepishly. My voice cracked in fear. Becoming the center of the spectacle was a nightmare.

“Don’t piss yourself,” AJ warned me to calm down. “It’s going to be okay. I was nervous the first day I entered NIS as well,” she admitted. I could hardly imagine a sophisticated, confident girl like AJ was nervous about doing anything. She was once my age though and it helped me to picture even her being less than confident.

“The orientation is going to be good for you as well. Why don’t you come up here and be my training dummy,” AJ made it seem like what we were doing was no big deal and completely routine. However, now I was expected to stand next to this voluptuous woman and FACE a line of over fifty young boys while completely naked.

Their faces were full of mirth, and I think some of them were excited by how embarrassed I was.

“Posture is important,” AJ made me stand with my shoulders back, push my tits out and lift my chin. She took my hands away so that I had to present myself fully nude. “Counselors are going to be seated, walking around and sleeping in your cabin in the nude. You’ll eventually get used to it. In order to acclimate to that, you can look at us, even stare.”

AJ made a goofy face towards Hardware, the boy from my cabin. She was mocking him for staring at her intently in a funny way. He didn’t relent or stop staring though.

“If any of us slouch, or hide a part of our bodies, it’s okay to ask us to show it to you,” AJ explained. I took that to mean that I couldn’t try to slyly hide my naughty parts with my hands.

“Does that count as a reasonable request?” Hardware asked her directly.

“I think when YOU ask it probably will,” AJ joked. I didn’t quite get what she was suggesting but I assumed she was implying that Hardware was going to make the request difficult. “I am getting to RR’s, but first we need some ground rules. Even if you’ve been in other NIS programs, I need you to all listen up.”

An RR was obviously short for a reasonable request. The way that AJ used the term implied it was some official part of the program. My heart was pounding with fear – what constituted reasonable? A request implied I had some choice in the matter but the unknown of it all was overwhelming me.

“If you want to touch us, just touch us,” AJ reached out to my thighs and touched my hip in a non-sexual way. My pussy began to drip because there were a thousand thoughts racing through my body and mingling with my young hormones, but the innocent touch wasn’t really the catalyst of that.

I was shocked she invited the boy campers to touch us without asking.

“Don’t ask. It’s going to be a long summer and if every second I have to answer a question about touching my butt or my boob then I am going to start cracking some heads. It’s not a biggie. Counselors are AT&T and if you want to reach out and touch someone then be like NIKE and just do it,” AJ joked a little as she ran her hand across the bottom of my ass cheeks. This time it felt far more pleasurable, and I regretted appearing so flattered.

“Obviously, wash your grubby hands. I don’t know where they have been and if you’ve been touching someone else OR yourself,” she implied that the boys would be jerking off copiously this summer. “I prefer you wash your hands.”

She let that be understood before continuing.

“There are different kinds of touching. I am talking about a quick grope, a brush of the hand, a little pinch,” AJ explained it all so casually. She tweaked my nipple, and I instantly felt aroused as they hardened at her touch. “If you want to see how a girl’s body responds to touch then that is fine. Anywhere is fine, but no fingers inside the mouth, pussy OR the poop chute,” she held up a finger and pantomimed circling her finger before jabbing it into an unknown hole.

There was an audible groan of disappointment. I genuinely brightened knowing that I wouldn’t be finger fucked by random strangers.

“It’s okay to touch around the rim, but if I catch one of you perverts trying to stick his finger all the way inside of me and touch my cheese, then you are going to pull back a missing finger.”

AJ implied that her butthole was a mouse-trap and that boys would somehow lose their fingers if they tried to insert them inside of her.

“Ah, but you might like it!!” Fink offered playfully.

“I might, but I can do more for myself with these,” AJ wiggled her fingers before adding “Then you EVER could with your hot-dog sized fingers,” AJ instantly took all of the hot air out of Fink’s sails with that comment.

“That is where reasonable requests come in,” AJ explained. “A reasonable request can be a lot of things and I am sure your creative, perverted minds will come up with a few new ones I’ve never heard before, but trust me – I’ve heard almost all of them,” AJ’s stone-faced comment was almost phrased like a challenge.

“A reasonable request should take no longer than three minutes, and a good rule of thumb is to wait about fifteen minutes before giving us another one. Obviously, you should direct your RRs to the counselor from your cabin but all counselors MUST perform reasonable requests whenever they are made.”

MUST?

A formal request is asking for something. The person that is being asked can always be declined. What I just heard my head counselor say was that we can’t deny a “reasonable request.”

“I’ll give you some examples of reasonable requests,” AJ offered. Everyone’s attention was on her, but she intended to make me perform the requests. “We might as get this one out of the way first, because you are all wondering, yes masturbation is a reasonable request!”

“YES!” and other excited cheers began to resonate through the crowd of boys and even a few of the female counselors seemed pleasantly surprised. “As you all know, that’s a controversial rule and not all schools allow it, but we follow California convention 22.1. which permits masturbation for self-expression and EDUCATION anytime, anyplace with consent of all parties.”

I was terrified that AJ expected me to demonstrate frigging myself in front of this entire group of lusty teenage boys.

“Does this mean we can whip it out too?” Horse asked. A few other boys also asked questions, but AJ seemed amused by Horse’s question. The fact that I wasn’t standing with the six boys from my cabin had probably made them feel even more emboldened than the others, but many other campers were making rude remarks.

“Yes, are you going to educate me?” AJ strode over to him. She spoke in a sultry but insistent way as and tried to intimidate him. “Let’s see you pull your pud now, right here in front of everyone.”It was fascinating to watch her make a boy quake while remaining so soft spoken.

“Is that a reasonable request?” Horse looked a little nervous as he backed down.

“No, campers don’t have to participate in NIS and are technically not approved to participate without permission slips. You don’t have to obey reasonable requests. If you decide to disrobe on camp property or on our part of the lake that is your business. You do have to obey your counselors though, so if we tell you to put your pants back on then you have to.”

“Wait, so I can give my counselor a reasonable request, but she can tell me to take my pants off?” Horse seemed confused.

“That is not what I said,” AJ seemed impatient. “We can’t and won’t GIVE you reasonable requests. However, counselors are responsible for your safety and education as well as all of the other campers in their cabins. We are going to direct activities, mealtimes, bathtimes, bedtimes, We can’t tell you to take your dick out. If you ARE going to pull your dick out and jerk it, that’s fine. We won’t stop you. If you are trying to jerk it on a cabin-mates face, then we are going to tell you to put it back in your pants or point it in another direction.”

Horse knew what AJ was getting at but still looked confused. He had to obey us in matters of safety, but apparently, he could also perform reasonable requests. It was certainly a confusing situation to me.

“A reasonable request is something physical for up to three minutes. If you want to educate yourself on the female form and ask us questions about how something feels to us, or why our body reacts a certain way then that is the time to do it. I am still the head counselor though, and I am responsible for your safety. If I see you doing something dangerous then I can stop you. If I see you making a mess then I can make you clean it up.”

That added some clarity.

“So I can tell you to finger fuck yourself for three minutes, but I can’t tell you to take my food tray to the garbage and dump it for me?” Horse was half-joking.

“You can make a reasonable request for me or any other counselor to show you how we masturbate ourselves and let you watch and ask questions. The show is just for you but others may watch too. You can’t use me as your personal maid, no.”

“So, basically, you get to jerk off all summer, but all the work is on us?” Horse seemed dismissive. He should have appreciated the fact that this pretty blue-eyed, blonde-haired counselor goddess would invite him to watch her touch herself and put on a personal show just for him. Instead, he seemed to imply that she was getting the better end of the deal.

AJ might have been. She didn’t seem all that concerned about inviting others to watch her do something that I had only ever done in private before. She was probably used to it and knew how to look really sexy when she was doing it. I wasn’t used to things like this at all, and I was terrified about the prospect about it.I was going along with it, and part of it fascinated me, but the rest of me was turning to jelly on the inside.

“Look, if all I had to do all summer was finger-bang myself for you little fuckers then I would agree with you,” AJ cut to the chase and spoke frankly. “Obviously, that’s not the scope of all that reasonable requests are. It’s just one of the most frequent and I wanted to address it right away.”

“So what else is there?” Horse asked.

AJ sighed. “I had a whole speech prepared, but let’s just skip to the Q&A session,” she mused.

“The T&A session,” another boy laughed his play on words out loud.

“Alright, that was funny,” AJ admitted. “You can’t request your own fingers, tongues, toes, dicks, and whatever other appendages you might try to fit, go in any of our body parts,” AJ said flatly. She repeated it for everyone to hear. “That’s pretty much it.”

“Wait, how come I can’t make a reasonable request for you to clean up my table mess?” Horse asked. It was a fair question.

“The same reason that I am not your maid or your momma,” AJ explained. She apologized and admitted that where she is from this is common sense.

“I was hoping that some of you had experience already in NIS, with either older siblings or something. Human sexuality is ONE aspect of the NIS program, and it is a big part. It’s the shiny chrome part on the front bumper that gets everyone’s attention. I meant reasonable requests that involve sexuality. You can’t make an RR for me to be your maid, or suck on your little pinky finger or your dicky. You can ASK me nicely, and that would be fully up to me, but it isn’t an RR.”

That made a lot of sense – although I think the boys still weren’t sure where the line was.

“So what else is an RR?” Horse and many of the others wanted to know.

AJ was thrilled to segueway back into what she planned to present in the orientation. “I am glad you asked. How about you call some out for Miss Candace, and I’ll tell you whether they are or aren’t reasonable requests? Wendy ... Roxanne, you come up here too and you can take turns.”

Wendy enthusiastically strode up to join me and greeted me warmly with just a smile. It was what I needed to bolster my courage. Roxanne was grinning from ear to ear as well. She was thin and lanky like me, but she seemed far more worldly.

“Play with yourselves,” the first and very obvious request came within seconds of the two girls joining me. AJ held up her hands and said that everyone knew that was on the table. “Raise your hand and I’ll call on you. We’ll go round robin and I’ll let each counselor know whether that is an RR or not. Go ahead and gather around us in a circle and try to ask things you’d REALLY request and not a bunch of outlandish silly ones.”

“Finger ALL THE WAY up the butt!” came a jovial request from the first boy that AJ called upon. It was obviously so over the top, and everyone laughed so hard that I knew that would be dismissed.

“NOT a reasonable request,” AJ informed him very matter of factly. The boy was clearly disappointed, but I wasn’t. I was the first one in line. “Your counselor would first have to ask you if that is a reasonable request that you are making. It’s very possible that you were just joking, and we aren’t going to go sticking things up our asses just because you are having a laugh. You could also have said that you are making a reasonable request to clarify it.”

My eyes shot wide open.

The boy apologized and said he assumed that it was implied he was making a reasonable request.

“What happens when you assume? You make an ASS out of YOU and ME...,” AJ seemed to be quoting an old movie or some forgotten wisdom. “The more specific you can be, the easier it will be for your counselor to accommodate you. Roxanne, you were in NIS in Alberta, weren’t you?”

“Toronto, Ma’am,” Roxanne replied.

“Okay, even better,” AJ implied that Toronto’s NIS program was somehow superior to Alberta. “Rephrase the request for your friend so that everyone can hear a much better example,” AJ nodded.

“I have a reasonable request, Miss Candace. Can you bend over, spread your ass cheeks and then using THIS finger, shove it all the way up your cute little sparkling asshole?” Roxanne grinned at me playfully.

“You don’t have to call it cute and sparkling, but yes, that would be a request. Go ahead, Candace,” AJ shrugged as if what I would be doing was rather mundane.

I blushed so hard, but I do not think anyone noticed. I turned around and bent over. I grabbed my ass cheeks and held my butt.

“Hold your stance and cheeks a little wider, so that we can see if your fart hole really does sparkle, Miss Candace,” AJ half-joked. I didn’t realize she was serious at first. I adjusted my legs shoulders width apart and then summoned all of my courage as I pulled apart my ass cheeks. The silent reaction was more humiliating than giggle. Was my asshole glistening? Sweaty? Puckered and gross?

“It’s okay to make reasonable requests more specific by asking us to widen our stance, hold ourselves a little wider,” AJ explained that she had told me to do that simply to demonstrate. “Counselors can also ask if you would like us to lick our fingers

Your counselor can ask you if you mind if she licks her finger to lubricate it or if you want to watch us try to cram it in. It’s a back-and-forth conversation, and you only learn if you ask questions and talk to one another. It’s not just a quiet peep-show, guys. You can look at porn online for that. Okay, go ahead and lick your finger and slip it in,” AJ patted me on the butt and told me that I did a good job.

I was mortified as I slid my finger into my mouth, sucked it deeply, sucked it wet with saliva and then slid it up my asshole gently. I’d never had more than a pinky in my anus before, and now I was pushing my pointer finger into my butthole while boys watched and giggled. I felt like the biggest slut and an object of ridicule and yet I did it anyway and continued to let them watch. I was confused as to why – perhaps caught up in the moment. I felt obligated to participate in the show because AJ had told me to do this. I felt ridiculous and part of me knew it was wrong, but I felt it was too late to stop now.

“The red-haired kid,” AJ called on another boy before I had even finished seating my finger into my anus.

“This is for Miss Wendy,” he insisted.

“Okay, whatever,” Roxanne shrugged in disappointment. She was next in line to perform a reasonable request for the crowd.

“I didn’t mean to offend you. Miss AJ said that we had to go to our counselor first, and I am in Cabin Eight, so I have Miss Wendy.”

“This is just a quick demonstration, so it’s fine, and you can give RRs to any of the counselors,” AJ reiterated. She asked him what he wanted. I imagined that the boy had found a genie in a bottle, and he could rub it to grant him almost any wish he wanted.

“This is a reasonable request to do jumping jacks,” the boy grinned wickedly.

Several of the other boys seemed amused, but somewhat disappointed. He could have asked for just about anything.

“Yes, obviously that is a solid reasonable request,” AJ admitted as she directed Wendy to start performing the robust calisthenics on the spot. “Girls with bigger tits like Wendy and I are going to bounce a lot more than Roxanne and Candace will,” she advised. I couldn’t see, but from the reaction of the crowd, my friend’s jiggling boobies were a big hit. “The thing you should know is that this is JUST three minutes, and we are not super human, so if you guys gang up on us to wear us out, we may need a little break.”

Horse found that to be hypocritical and immediately challenged what AJ said. “You have to do our reasonable requests?”

“For what Morty pays, you would be lucky if I let you smell my used panties,” AJ admitted. “Yes, we have to perform reasonable requests, and we’ll make every possible attempt to do them, but even we have limits.”

“So if I can make a reasonable request to do jumping jacks, why can’t I tell you to jumping jack your ass all the way to my table, pick up my tray and empty it in the trash when I finish eating?”

AJ was somewhat amused with Horse’s line of questions. “Think of us like teachers. Teachers HAVE to help you with your homework. The subject for the summer is the study of the human body. We do not HAVE to wipe your butts or brush your teeth for you.”

“Well, there goes two of my first requests,” Spaz half-joked. His friend Fink laughed the loudest.

“What’s your name? You were here last year, weren’t you?”

“Spaz, and yes, I was,” Spaz said.

“What’s your real name, Spaz?” AJ asked in a friendly way. I could only watch the interaction over my shoulder while bent over. My best friend Wendy continued performing jumping jacks with her tits bouncing and her ass jiggling.

“I am kind of used to Spaz,” he admitted.

“Well, if you really want to make a reasonable request for me to wipe your ass, then pull your pants down and ask it.”

“Uh...” Spaz had clearly been joking. He got intimidated. I suspected AJ knew that boys his age often talked a big game but panicked when she called them out.

“Okay, Spaz kind of spazzed out,” AJ joked, and the crowd laughed at him. “Roxanne, why don’t you ask me what you think he might have asked.”

“Miss AJ, this is a RR. I need help going potty. Please wipe my bottom for me?”

Roxanne’s tone was obviously not serious, and she was mocking Spaz’s nasally voice for comedic affect.

“I can accompany you to the toilet, Spaz and wipe your bottom with toilet paper if that is what you want but we have three minutes. If you want me to do it right here, then please pull down your pants.”

Even Roxanne seemed surprised by AJ’s formal sounding response.

“You can touch us. We can touch you but ONLY if you request it. The same rules apply though to penetration. You can’t request that I use my tongue to wipe your dirty ass,” AJ shuddered in disgust at the very thought. “You can, however request that I use my fingers to hold toilet paper, and I’d prefer that.”

“Wait, you really would?” several boys were suddenly interested in something that sounded super outlandish only a few moments earlier. It was so farcical that it was made it jest.

“I am not going to stick my finger IN your dirty fart-cavities, and I am definitely not going to put my tongue all the way in. A reasonable request can involve touching and touching goes both ways. You touch us with fingers. What’s the difference if our fingers touch you?”

That was a good point, although somehow it did FEEL worse.

“Yes, you...” AJ called on another boy.

“Can we request that you touch each OTHER?” he asked. That question evoked tons of perverted laughter.

“Yes, but I told you to put the request into the format you’d really make it in. Ask Roxanne to touch Candace, since the poor girl has been standing here fingering her butt this entire time. All I ask is that you let it be on a different part of her body.”

“Miss Roxanne, I am requesting that you make out with Miss Candace,” the boy said. The kid was Hispanic and somewhat short for his age. AJ had clearly just told them that tongues were out of the question, so I felt certain that she’d deny him.

“That’s fine,” AJ agreed. I was shocked, and my asshole puckered around my finger when I thought about having to kiss a girl. I’ve done it at sleep overs and in dare games but never while in the nude in front of boys before. “It brings up another good point. Who was the one who requested Candace bend over and stick her finger in her butt?” she asked.

The boy raised his hand. “If we were doing this for real, Miss Candace has to stay like she is until the three minutes are up. The fit-bits we wear are programmed with a three minute timer,” she explained. It suddenly made so much sense why we had been provided those watches.”Let’s say for sake of discussion that Candace has only performed the request for a minute and a half. She is supposed to continue to put on that show for you until the end and let you ask questions. However, she can ask if you mind if Roxanne kisses her while she finishes your request, and that is YOUR choice and your choice alone. If not, then you have to inform Roxanne and her camper that you are performing a request and are not available.”

I was getting flustered. My nipples were fully erect as I bent over. I felt like AJ wanted me to ask the question out loud. It was naught thinking about but hearing myself asking a boy for permission to interrupt his request and kiss another girl sent shivers down my spine. I hoped no one noticed my knees quivering. He gleefully accepted.

Someone pointed out the obvious exception about tongues and fingers while Roxanne made a grand show of bending over and kissing me open mouth. Her tongue forced its way gently into my mouth, and she sucked the air from my lips while running her tongue playfully along my teeth.

“That penetration rule applies to CAMPERS. It does not apply to US. If you want to request me to finger myself or if you’d rather watch how another girl would touch me, then that is the request. My finger in my pussy-pie or in another pussy is fine. Most girls know how to get themselves off better than anyone else can, but it is a learning experience to watch us cum with someone else. We can kiss, or go down on each other, and we’ll make every attempt to answer your questions during the request or after if we can.”AJ placed her hands on her hips, and her tits kept bouncing while she spoke. I think she was mesmerizing the boys unintentionally and they may not have fully understood her.

My spine was shivering from the stimulation and the humiliation combined. I knew that I was getting weak in the knees, and I hoped no one noticed how badly turned on I was. AJ made it a point to tell everyone. “You’ll be able to tell when a girl is faking orgasm, or she is really getting turned on like Miss Candace.”

Oh God, I was going to cum. I was so close.

[EddieDavidson]

Boys were watching me shake and quiver, and I knew they could tell my pussy was wet. The very notion that I was being observed while I was in such a vulnerable position was turning me on almost as much as it terrified me. I was still bent over with my finger in my asshole. It was the most humiliating thing I’d ever done in my life.r I wasn’t thinking about the fact that I was digging around and playing with my butt while I kissed a girl I had just met on the bus to the camp.

It was a terrific kiss, playful and erotic at the same time. Roxanne’s breath warm smelled a little like root beer and cigarettes. She kept laughing into my mouth when we touched noses, and the kiss felt much longer than three minutes should have felt.

It hadn’t quite sunk into my mind yet that I’d be doing this ALL summer long. It was all so new and frightfully humiliating that I could only exist in the moment.

AJ had told us we could stop, but Roxanne kept kissing me for a few more seconds before she’d let me stand up. Roxanne’s impish expression was lusty and full of mischief. She looked at me like I was a co-conspirator in putting on whatever naughty spectacle this just was, and I liked that feeling of inclusion.

It was strange pulling my finger out of my ass. I thought a finger that deep in my butt would hurt but I missed it when I pulled it out. I wanted to sniff my finger or wash it with soap. I was afraid to look at it after I withdrew it from my butt. I held my hand down by my side and blushed.

“There is nothing wrong with sex. If your parents never, had it then you wouldn’t be here today,” AJ announced to the throng of boys. A few of them groaned at the idea of their parents having sex but what AJ had said was true. I hadn’t ever thought of it quite like that.

“Sex is perfectly natural. The birds and the bees do it. Think about the word procreation and the word recreation. There is no reason when you do it with yourself that you can’t enjoy it. You are going to see a lot of kissing and touching this summer and hopefully you will understand when it is okay to be soft and when it is okay to be rough,” AJ explained.

Sex could be rough? I was so naïve that I had no idea that there was a type of sex that was rough. I liked the idea of gentle, loving sex, but now I was strangely intrigued by the idea.

“Obviously, fingers aren’t as big as most dicks, and while tongues are nice, they don’t satisfy like a cock. That’s why Uncle Morty has provided us with standard-issue dildos,” AJ walked over to a box that also held the Fitbits that counselors were issued.

She bent over without a thought for her own modesty. I could see her bald slit and massive clam-shaped pussy when she picked up a dildo. AJ held it aloft and said that sex-toys were a big part of the arsenal in the bedroom. “Unlike a dick, it never goes limp, and it doesn’t talk after sex,” she let everyone have a good look at it.

I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t want her lover to talk to her after sex. I knew AJ was half-joking when she made the observation anyway.

The dildo in her hand was shaped like a man’s penis but almost 30 centimeters long. It was stout and flexible. I had never held a dildo before, and I had never seen a dick that long. I didn’t even know if men’s penises could get that big. The dildo was colored in red, white and blue like a frozen bomb pop that you buy at the grocery store.

“This is a California standard dildo, so it’s measured off in the American system of inches,” AJ explained. I was used to metric, but I understood inches.

“California has some school system,” One of the boys sounded rather jealous of how progressive they truly were.

“They are just normalizing what everyone already knows. You all know what a dildo is used for right?” AJ asked the crowd of leering boys. They all laughed and cheered in response.

She told us that Morty had agreed to buy the dildos for the program at her request. Morty sighed and made shrugged an “Oy Vey” about the cost. He gave us the same warning that he’d expect to be compensated based on our earnings if we lost them.

“Don’t worry Morty, we’ll treat them like our special boyfriends,” AJ assured the camp director. She explained that the colors of red, white and blue were positioned to measure off the dildo for safety reasons.

“These dildos are not in use in the high schools, YET. They have a program called kink in school that may get adopted but right now they are mostly only used in colleges.”

“So basically, you earn college credit to get your rocks off?” one of the boys accused AJ of using NIS as an excuse to satisfy her lust.

“Trust me, I have plenty of toys of my own that are far more interesting than this,” she shut the boy down with her coy remark. “These are simply standard issue so that girls don’t hurt themselves when you give us reasonable requests to use something bigger than a finger to demonstrate on. The red tip is four inches or about 10 centimeters,” AJ ran her finger from the tip down the shaft along the red portion.

“If you give your counselor a RR to blow her dildo, she is expected to be able to take at least the entire length of the red portion of her dildo,” she said.

“If we can’t get our dicks sucked, why on earth would we want to watch you blow a plastic doll-dick?” one of the boys sneered from the back. A few others sounded huffy and agreed with his question.

“It’s made of latex not rubber, and a demonstration might help. Wendy, you look like you know your way around one of these,” AJ flung the dildo at my best friend. Wendy caught it in her hand and grinned wickedly. “One of your campers has given you a reasonable request to show him what a blowjob looks like,” AJ gave her hypothetical scenario as an instruction to Wendy.

I had no idea what a mouth-slut my friend was. She greedily launched the dildo into her mouth and pushed it back to her tonsils and beyond. She swallowed more than the red portion of the dildo; she took a good portion of the white coloring of the dildo as well.

The guys were immediately entertained as my friend stood there giving mouth-loving to an inanimate object. I couldn’t believe how brazen she was. I assumed that she knew what we were signing up for when she and Marcia initially agreed to be counselors.

“That’s it, don’t be afraid to get down on your knees, or touch your tits and move around. Make it seem as realistic as you can,” AJ coached my friend. Wendy didn’t need more than a brief suggestion. She fell to her knees on the grass and began rubbing her tits while simulating a first-class blowjob.

“The white portion of the dildo is just 5 more centimeters or 2 more inches from the red portion. Six inches is as far as any counselor has to shove something up her ass to satisfy a reasonable request,” AJ explained. She bent over and grabbed another dildo in the same very exposed manner as she had the first. “Candace already fingered her ass, so it’s our turn, Roxanne.”

Roxanne caught the dildo when AJ threw it to her. She brought it to her smallish tits and ran it up between her boobs without being asked. Roxanne squatted down with her knees spread wide and then planted the base of the dildo on the tip of her asshole and began to sit herself down on it.

“I know you are eager, but in the future, I expect you to ask the person giving you the request how they want you positioned if they don’t immediately tell you.”

“Yes, Miss AJ,” Roxanne blushed and struggled to sit on the dildo. “How do you want me? Is this, okay?” she grunted.

“I’d prefer you stand and bend over so everyone can see. You can also ask if you can lube it up before anal. I’d highly recommend it,” AJ advised.

Roxanne was blushing. I think even as bold as she was, she seemed a bit humiliated to have to present her exposed ass to the crowd. She seemed to thrive on the attention and raunchy cheers from the boys. “Yes, can I have some lube please?” she asked with an exasperated grin. She seemed excited by the prospect of being as naughty as possible for the boys.

I probably seemed timid and mousey by comparison. I was envious of Roxanne’s sheer audacity.

“Where is the lube I told you to order?” AJ sounded concerned when she bent over the box and didn’t see any.

“Lube, shmoob,” Morty dismissed the request. “I am already way over extended. Just use natural lube,” Morty sounded less than sympathetic.

“I’ll see what I can do about passing out some lotion to you girls but in the meantime, just put it in your mouth and get it nice and sloppy wet, Roxanne,” AJ said.

Roxanne scrunched up her nose and stood there trying futilely to push the tip of the big dick into her tight little anus. “It’s already in my butt, Miss AJ”.

“It’s not quite in there, yet but if you won’t lick your own ass, then how can you expect your fellow counselors to do it? Take a minute to suck it and then relax your sphincter muscles. You have all summer to practice but I expect you to be able to make that white part disappear in your anus soon.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Roxanne did as instructed. The guys crowed in disgust and howled with amused satisfaction when she stood up and began to suck the dildo much like Wendy was doing. Roxanne took the extra step of licking down the base so that she could coat the white part.

“Anal and oral sex are huge parts of love-making, and understanding how to do it safely and expertly while removing the stigma is going to serve you well,” she said to the crowd. She picked up a third dildo and waved it around like a wiggly magic wand.

“Obviously, you will want to see the main attraction and that means that counselors need to make the BLUE portion of the dildo disappear inside of their baby-making country-muffins,” AJ mused. The blue portion 20 centimeters from the tip or about eight inches. The blue color faded for another few centimeters to round out about nine inches.

“Are you a virgin, Miss Candace?” AJ asked me.

I blushed and didn’t want to answer. I caught the dildo and it felt heavy in my hand. I assumed that it weighed more than 500 grams, or at least a pound. It was quite a bit stouter and heavier than I imagined it would be.

“Questions must be answered,” AJ insisted.

I lied and said that I was not a virgin.

“Good, I request that you suck this for a few moments and get it nice and sloppy wet, lick down the shaft and then squat and fuck yourself silly,” AJ smiled at me like she was offering me a treat. I was truly terrified.

My friend Wendy was down on her knees lost in the rapture of sucking the dildo like she was trapped underwater, and the latex cock had the only oxygen she could breathe.

Roxanne was bent over with her tush facing the crowd, trying desperately to cram the dildo into her asshole. She had pushed it into the tip while they cheered her on.

I still felt like all eyes were on me the moment I began to suck the dildo. I wasn’t as insatiable or greedy as Wendy and Roxanne had been when they put their dildos in the mouth. Instead, I was awkward. The taste was straight up latex and not delicious at all. I think I expected to taste the cherry, lime and blueberry of the original frozen bomb pops. The dildo certainly looked like a big frozen popsicle, but I’d never tried to push one of those down my throat before.

I couldn’t even fit all of the red portion of the dildo in my open mouth. I thought trying to push the dildo all the way into my mouth might dislocate my jaw. Once it was wet with my slobber, I withdrew it and watched my spit run down the edge. My face was turning red. I couldn’t even look directly at all of the boys watching what I might do next.

“Take your time, Candace. You are petit, let the observers see that not all of us are cock munchers who can deep throat. You’ll get there and that’s okay. Just have fun with it,” AJ said.

Have fun with it?

I needed to hear that. I was about to ride a dildo for the amusement and edification of a group of spectators. I barely knew any of them and while I had fingered myself, I’d never tried to insert anything as big as that dildo.

It was mostly terrifying and dangerously arousing. I kept the words “have fun with it” in my head as I ground down on the dildo to the cheers of boys watching me expose myself fully to them. My pussy lips parted, and my nipples grew even harder as I began to impale myself slowly down the shaft. I doubted I had managed to get more than the first four inches of the dildo inside of me.

Boys commented on my body. A few of them noticed my red pubes and pointed. I felt intensely subconscious, I had a pretty face, but I was the least developed of the three girls performing on the dildos.

Three minutes felt like a long time, and while I didn’t have an orgasm, the adrenalin rush had proven to be exhilarating.

“What happens if they can’t take all of the dildo or fail to answer our questions?” a sneering kid asked while staring down at me.

“Then you can come and tell me, and I’ll perform the RR for you or answer your questions,” AJ explained calmly.

“So, they can just fluff off, and you’ll do their jobs for them?” the angry boy seemed like he wanted to find fault with the system.

“I am not going to hang a counselor from a tree and use her like a piñata because she can’t fit 15 centimeters of latex cock up her ass, or she doesn’t want to answer your disgusting questions,” AJ assured him. Then she added in a half-joking and half-serious way “not yet anyway.”

She told him that they’d work with a counselor and teach them how to perform. “Many of these counselors are counselor leaders in training and this is their first NIS experience as well. I don’t expect them to have all of the answers. This orientation can’t last forever. We have lunch soon but if you truly have a problem with your counselor than come and see me.”

Morty was eavesdropping and he interjected “And if you have a problem with AJ, come and see ME,” the director pushed his thumb to his chest to assert himself.

AJ glared at him but didn’t disagree. “Shouldn’t you be over on the girl’s side checking on how Steve is doing? I hope that those girl campers don’t think all cocks are as small as his, or they’ll all be rug munchers by the end of summer.”

I half giggled as I humped myself on the dildo. I had stretched my pussy enough that as I lifted myself off of it slightly and brought myself back down, I knew that I was penetrating myself enough that I was almost touching the blue region of the dildo. I was ‘having fun with it’ and embracing the madness of the situation.

Never in my life, did I think I might have a wildly graphic and debased sexual experience in front of so many people while two other girls performed with me. It was so primal and animalistic to just fuck myself with total abandon while boys stared and made rude comments.

AJ answered a few more questions and then sent us back to our cabins with our campers to prepare for lunch. I got to keep the dildo that I had soaked with my cunt juices. I liked it when AJ referred to my pussy as a “country muffin”. That seemed strangely appropriate to me. She had a lot of cute little nicknames for body parts, and that made it seem sexual and strangely fun too.

Our head counselor was obviously far more sexually experienced than me or Wendy. I wanted to speak with her at lunch. She told me she was a virgin, and I always assumed that she was lying. I wondered if she’d admit the truth now.

Imagine my chagrin, entering a cramped sparse wooden cabin completely naked in a room full of boys that were fully dressed. It felt so surreal, and I immediately wanted to cover myself or seek out a part of the room that I wouldn’t feel so exposed once it was just the seven of us.

The presence of the other naked girls had made it easier, but now I knew that all eyes were on me and only me.

I sat down on one of the bunks and put my clothes on the bed.

“Hey, that’s my bunk,” Spaz insisted that I move. I hadn’t claimed or assigned bunks, but the boys had all claimed one bunk. There were three bunk beds, which meant there were only six beds for seven people.

I noticed that earlier before orientation, but I had not given it much thought. I assumed I wouldn’t even be bunking with the boys. Now, I wasn’t so sure. I stood up and waited awkwardly for lunch. I gripped the slippery dildo in my hand and waited breathlessly for someone to break the silence.

We remained in awkward silence until Horse asked me who should go first.

“Huh?”

“Go first to make a reasonable request? I mean we have like thirty minutes before lunch,” Horse asked. I was just hoping to run down the clock until then, but the reaction of the other boys suggested that they were waiting patiently for me to tell them.

“Sorry, I am kind of new to this. I guess you can go first,” I shrugged.

“Okay, beat my meat,” Horse demanded. I was shocked despite the fact that I had been warned that was a valid reasonable request.

“No way dude,” Spaz was the first to tell him that was completely out of the question.

“Why not? After watching them, I am horny as fuck!” Horse countered.

“We have to share this room,” Wheels was the diplomat of the group. “I don’t think anyone wants to watch you whip it out and get stroked.”

“I guarand-fucking-tee that right now, the other counselors are probably beating off two different guys with each hand and using their feet to stroke another guy off! C’mon man!” Horse insisted.

The other guys weren’t ready to see that. They seemed okay with my nudity but not each other’s. Horse expressly reminded them that they were going to share close quarters this summer and that they’d have to change in front of each other anyway.

“Changing is one thing. Watching you get your nuts pulled like taffy at the fair is another,” Wheels added.

Horse was pissy about the fact that the other boys had denied his request. I was glad. I hadn’t had time to process the camp rules and expectations for counselors. I wasn’t entirely opposed to doing what I had to do, or else I would have slipped back on my clothes and insisted the director call my parents and take me home.

I was a little too caught up in the situation to rationalize going home. I think I was also curious about the program and more than a little secretly excited. I did think about going home though. I told myself that wasn’t an option because then my parents would know that I fucked myself out in the field in front of fifty boys already, and since I already had – I might as well finish the summer.

I knew that I was lying to myself to justify staying. I also told myself that I had to stay because Wendy needed an ally she could trust. The fact that Wendy and Marcia planned to go together did make more sense to me. I wouldn’t want to be at the camp alone without knowing anyone.

I would have been mortified if a boy from my school saw me and blabbed to everyone, but I knew that if Wendy entered NIS with me then I could count on her discretion.

“Bend over and put your ass and pussy right in my face so that I can smell it,” Spaz inhaled deeply. His big nose made me imagine that he a had an acutely powerful sense of smell. I couldn’t imagine why he’d actually want to smell a sweaty pussy and my butt. I didn’t instinctively get up and do it because I was hoping he was joking.

“Wait a minute, I didn’t get to go,” Horse insisted.

“You made your request, and it was denied. Miss AJ said that you can’t ask again for fifteen minutes or until everyone else has a turn.”

“Fuck that,” Horse insisted that was bullshit. “I can’t ask again if I get denied?” he asked me.

I had NO idea how any of this was supposed to work other than what AJ had told us already. They heard her tell them the same thing and she hadn’t specifically addressed that. I was flattered that Horse saw me as an authority figure who could resolve the dispute between the boys. If I didn’t answer, then I also assumed that the boys might think I was indecisive and wishy-washy and not ask me questions like that again.

“This time you can make another request because the other boys in the room don’t want to watch you get your dick played with. Then Spaz can have a turn,” I said.

I was flummoxed! No one questioned my decision! I expected that they’d see right through the thin veneer of fake confidence and ask me how I arrived at my conclusion. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised that both boys accepted the decision.

I quickly added that the order would go Horse, Spaz, Fink, Wheels, Hardware, and Rudy.

“I don’t want to take a turn,” Rudy spoke up. He had been rather shy, and while he watched the complete orientation had not participated, asked questions or made rude comments.

“Suit yourself, fag! If you surrender your turn that just means more for us,” Horse chuckled wickedly.

“I just don’t see the point of all of this. I do not think that Miss Candace wants to do it either,” Rudy admitted.

“Who cares what the point is?” Fink joined Horse’s side.

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter!” Spaz agreed. “They can say it’s education, body acceptance, reducing teen pregnancy! Boobies, butts, smoking hot naked girls. What’s the problemo, Rudy?”

“I think he’s worried that Miss Candace is not exactly happy about satisfying you creepy perverts,” Wheels suggested. He was closest to my own age and seemed like the voice of reason in the group. The boys became crestfallen and looked down at the floor as if they felt ashamed of themselves.

Even Horse who was largely rambunctious and obnoxious at times, looked at me with an apologetic glance before looking down.

“It’s just back home in Toronto; Girls won’t even give us the time of day. Okay? They think they are too good for us. They don’t want to get to know me because all they see is a geek. I just thought that if there was NIS at summer camp I could actually TALK to a girl and find out the real deal,” Spaz added.

“And look at her boobs,” Fink admitted as an aside. The others grinned sheepishly. Even Rudy cracked a smile.

We sat in silence for a little while. I was afraid to speak up and unsure of what can of worms I might open if I did.

The P.A. announced lunch “Attention campers; we regret to inform you that lunch is now being served.”

We all had a good laugh at the dry wit that was making the announcement over the loudspeaker. The joke was that the sloppy joes and pizza that they served was of notoriously low-quality.

We filed out of the cabin in silence. It was so strange leaving behind my clothes. I wasn’t sure if I should bring my dildo, so I left that behind as well. I had to walk barefoot across the campground to the mess hall, and that took some getting used to as well.

Roxanne left her cabin grinning wickedly while the boys from her cabin groped her ass and tits. She didn’t lift a hand to stop them or encourage them. Instead, she snickered devilishly.

Wendy’s blonde hair was completely messed up, as if she gone through a windstorm. Her boobs were red as if they had been squeezed and her butt cheeks were also pink as if she just got a spanking. Her skin was milky white.

I noticed the other counselors were leading their campers to the hall. There was no assigned seating, but the tables were arranged so that logically everyone from the same cabin would sit together at the same table. I felt like maybe I wasn’t welcome at my table because I let the boys down by not being as provocative and encouraging as the other counselors.

I was genuinely afraid of what they’d make me do, what they’d expect of me. I’d be spending a lot of time in close quarters with these perverted boys and the notion of having to be prepared to satisfy a reasonable request day or night seemed far more than I could ever hope to handle.

The situation was starting to overwhelm me. The mess hall was noisy and loud. There was no air conditioning, only slow-moving ceiling fans. There was a surly woman named “Marge” that managed the kitchen and served the food. She didn’t tolerate the wise cracks from the kids about the quality of the food.

She sneered at me when she saw that I was naked. “I used to look like you when I was that age. Now, no one wants to see my big fat tits!”

“I DO, Marge!” Trip was in line a few people behind me. He was completely naked as well. His body was hairy all over. I couldn’t even look at his pecker. I cringed and froze. I was in line with a naked boy! What if he had a hard-on?

“Shaddup,” Marge seemed insulted because he was probably patronizing her when he asked. She slathered his plate extra Sloppy Joe and winked at him. She was probably secretly flattered by his attention.

“Yeah, how come the Camp Director and Kitchen staff don’t have to get naked, but the camp counselors do?” Steve complained. He joined in line behind Trip by cutting in front of several campers.

“Trust me, nobody wants to see these knee-shooters,” Marge offered a husky laugh. She suggested that her bra was the only thing preventing her tits from dragging on the floor.

“Hey, NIS is all about body acceptance,” Steve smiled casually.

“Yeah, we all have to accept your needle dick. It’s like a penis, only smaller,” AJ strutted over to him.

“Looking good, AJ!” Steve checked AJ out top to bottom and ignored her insult. “You know that if someone makes a reasonable request that we hook up then I get to bang you right here in the mess hall!”

“Nobody is going to make that request,” AJ seemed fairly certain. She held up two fingers and listed the reasons why. “Nobody is that sadistic! They know I do not like small cocks, and the other reasons is that I can’t fuck what I can’t see!”

She shielded her eyes with her fingers as if she was trying to stop the glare while she looked directly at this pubic patch. She pretended she couldn’t see his cock behind his thick bushy pubes.

I got a good look at what he and Trip were packing. Their dicks really weren’t that small. AJ was teasing them. Their dicks were smaller than the red part of my dildo. I’d never seen a shriveled cock hanging flaccid like that before. I was genuinely confused why he wasn’t hard considering there were so many naked girls in the room.

I wondered if it embarrassed them to have a boner, or to be completely shriveled up like that.

AJ grabbed the microphone and made an announcement. “Settle down, Mohawkers! I’m sure you are all getting used to playing with your shiny new toys, but there are some rules you need to know during meals,” she said.

There were audible groans, at the mention of rules including from Steve and Trip. “Let’s hear it, Debby Downer,” Steve said. AJ sneered at him but didn’t response. Steve was supposed to a head counselor as well and support the rules, not openly mock them.

“First, respect that your counselors need to eat, too. All reasonable requests during meals must allow your counselor to continue eating,” she said.

The groans and whining escalated. It was as if the campers thought it was a big inconvenience to let us eat. I think she could have announced that Ice Cream would be served for dinner, and some people would complain. The campers were half-joking, when they complained and didn’t take the rules all that seriously.

I noticed that no one from my cabin joined in with the whining.

“That also means no request for sex with other counselors during meals,” AJ announced.

A few boys rattled their trays and genuinely sounded disappointed.

“Eating pussy can be a meal!” one of the rude boys commented.

AJ held up her hands. “You’ll see a lot of that this summer. Trust me, at a certain point, the shiny new-ness will wear off, and this won’t feel like a rush. I am sure it feels like Christmas morning right now to you, and I am taking away your toys. Just be patient! The meal is short, and then you can get right back to it. Counselors can still masturbate with one hand, but please at least give us some time to enjoy this lovely Meatloaf that Marge prepared.”

“Sloppy Joes,” Marge corrected angrily.

“Oh...” AJ appeared a little disgusted by the orange mystery meat behind the lunch counter. She didn’t apologize though. She continued “Steve and I will come around and check on each table and answer any questions that you may have individually. Thank you, enjoy your lunch.”

“Fuck that noise, I wanna eat! and then beat my meat!” Steve shouted like a hypermasculine neanderthal. AJ rolled her eyes and approached the first table, and began talking to the campers and counselor to see how their experience was.

I rejoined my own table meekly. The boys stopped talking when I sat down. I felt so bad about disappointing them. I was still terrified of what they’d make me do this summer, but I knew that they were good boys and just wanted to have fun like the campers at the other tables.

My friend Wendy had climbed up on her own table and got down on her hands and knees. She had her pussy in the face of one of the boys and seemed to be eating from her own plate across the table while he looked up at her pretty, pussy.

Roxanne was down on her knees at the table behind us. One of the boys in her cabin had pulled his pants down and was mooning us. Roxanne had a devilish smile as she squatted down and nestled her face in his ass crack.

I couldn’t believe she was doing that for a boy she probably didn’t even know!

I wasn’t the only one that was shocked by the depravity. The other girl counselors seemed to be trying to eat while managing reasonable requests. The male counselors were all naked and seated on benches. They were generally eating in peace. The girls weren’t aggressively teasing them, but I saw a few of them masturbating and one male counselors standing while eating.

AJ had spoken to one of the female counselors, and from what I could tell by her reaction, it seemed like the counselor had a change of heart and wanted to go home. She had tears in her eyes, and she looked remorseful. AJ nodded supportively and said that she understood, and the counselor left the mess hall.

I didn’t want to do this either, but I suddenly felt like a craven coward. I didn’t want to be that girl who bailed on her cabin!

AJ stopped at Roxanne’s table next and asked her what she was doing.

“I had a reasonable request to put my tongue on the rim of his asshole. You said that we don’t have to actually penetrate with our tongues,” Roxanne looked at up at AJ before returning to lick the fat-ass in front of her.

“No, I said that we don’t have to put our tongues in or on ANY part of the campers bodies, just each other,” AJ clarified.

“Oh, I wish I had known that before I tossed the salad of my entire cabin,” Roxanne stopped licking and looked up from her naked squat. She didn’t seem more than slightly concerned about what she had just done.

“If you start doing requests that are outside of the guidelines then it can be difficult for the other counselors because the campers will expect it from all of us,” AJ said.

“Sorry,” Roxanne wiped her face and stood up.

“I am not saying you can’t do what you like. No one is going to stop you from fucking the entire camp if you want to be a little nympho, just understand the consequence for the rest of us when boys start to think we’ll follow them to the toilet and lick their butts”

“Oh no, I won’t do that! I made sure they wiped first!” Roxanne snickered. She was already taking another camper’s dick in one hand and pulling on it while she spoke. AJ nodded her approval and moved to our table.

“What’s the matter? Heartburn from Marge’s cooking usually doesn’t kick in until the END of the meal,” AJ was half-joking. She described something she called a combination of heart burn and constipation from the brick-like Lasagna. When nobody laughed, and she saw see me sitting with a wintry expression on my face I think AJ instantly understood I was having cold feet.

“I could tell from the look on your face today that you had no idea what you were signing up for when you agreed to be a CLIT this summer. Morty isn’t exactly very particular about accepting an application to be a counselor.”

I didn’t have to say anything. It was like AJ read my facial expression and made the correct assumption that I was ready to drop out.

On the bus ride to Camp Mohawk I thought perhaps I was chosen as a counselor because I seemed mature for my age. I realized based on what she was saying that I was probably just the warm body that was wiling to take Marcia’s place as a replacement.

“You can either choose to get dressed and join the girl campers, and we’ll find a cabin for you, or you can call your parents from Morty’s office, and we’ll arrange for you to get home,” AJ nodded without a look of judgment or scorn.

She told my cabin that she was going to have to watch cabin one because they were already one female counselor short. “I will have to work it out with the other girls, but that means you don’t have a dedicated counselor.

“I told Morty that we’d probably have a few girls drop out, but he didn’t want to pay for any alternates. I’ll try to show your cabin a little extra attention, okay?”

The boys seemed disappointed, but they quietly accepted her offer.

I looked around the table at the boys’ six faces. I realized, to varying amounts, these boys were still seeing me with respect. Even though around them, the beginnings of a teenage boy’s dream summer were coming together—for the OTHER campers. Beautiful naked young women being sexually active, almost under their noses. Roxanne was out-of-control just steps away. Other counselors (well, CLITs) were already getting busy, the results were obvious on their peer campers’ faces.And, I had rejected them. AFTER violating my holes, debasing myself right in front of them and forty other campers earlier in the day. When I said no in the cabin, they didn’t whine, or pressure me, or throw a fit. They were mature, even gracious. They accepted that only the sexual crumbs from an over-committed AJ would be their summer. Not the NIS camp experience they had expected or hoped for.I had let them down. Because I afraid. Of THESE guys!No! I just couldn’t disappoint them. I looked into Wheels’ kind eyes and smiled. “Campers of Cabin Six, I am exercising a woman’s prerogative: I am changing my mind.

“The RR order is Horse, Spaz, Fink, Wheels, Hardware, and Rudy. I signed up to be a CLIT this summer. That is a Counselor Leader in Training. You can call me Miss Candace, or Counselor Candace. Cabin six is my cabin. It may stink like boy sweat but you are all my campers this summer. If it’s your turn to make a reasonable request and you don’t want to have a go, then say pass. I won’t lick your dirty butts, so don’t even ask,” I blurted out without pausing.

I had said it without thinking, and it may have sounded brave. I was terrified about what humiliations and perverted things I may have to endure. I was confused about why I had said what I had, but I didn’t want to take what I said back.

I waited.

(And she waited since 2017, for Eddie to breathe life into this story and give her a proper ending. You want to take it? it's yours at the low low price of zero!)

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I actually have an unfinished chapter four that I never edited, which could be used or you could go another way.

“I stand corrected,” AJ was pleasantly surprised by my reaction. “I read the situation all wrong! Sorry about that. If you are sure, then we’d love to have you, Miss Candace!”

I was tempted to admit I was having second thoughts about my decision to continue. Once AJ smiled approvingly at me, I wanted to please her. My campers were pleasantly surprised as well, as if they were suddenly waking up.

“Then climb up on the table like your blonde friend and shimmy your butt in my face,” Horse wasted no time making his first reasonable request.

I stood up and reminded him that I was still the counselor. “Next time, make sure you mention that this is a RR,” I slid my food across the table in front of him. I climbed on the table, tapped my fitbit to set the timer to three minutes and looked over my shoulder. “My friend’s name is Miss Wendy. Is this close enough?”

“Can you get closer?” Horse asked politely. He was looking directly into my pussy and I was only a few centimeters from his face. “I can rest my country muffin on your nose, but don’t stick it in me,” I summoned my courage to say that.

AJ smiled approvingly at me again, winked and moved on to the next table. The three minutes I experienced waiting on all fours felt like an impossibly long amount of time. I could hear Horse chew and the vibrations from his nose while he did sent shivers through my body. I tried to pretend it was perfectly normal to eat with one hand while using the other to hold myself up.

When his time was up, I thanked him and slid up. I am not sure why I thanked Horse for making me do that. I suppose it is just the instinctive politeness that is bred into most Canadians from birth.

“Your pussy smells really nice, and I like how red your pubic hair is,” Horse said.

“That is why they call me Strawberry..” I blurted out without thinking. I hated the nickname that the girls back at school gave me. I didn’t know why I had just revealed that.

“Can I call you that?” Horse asked.

“No, I am your counsellor,” I refused him abruptly. I wasn’t sure if that could have technically been a reasonable request. No one at the table knew enough about California protocols in the NIS to challenge me. I asked Spaz if he had a request while remaining on the table.

“Yeah, my request is that you do the same thing for me,” Spaz admitted.

I have to admit that despite the humiliation of being the naked center piece of a table full of boys, I felt not only in “control” of the situation, but flattered that Spaz wanted me to do the same thing for him that I had for Horse. It made me feel special – perhaps like a celebrity.

“You want my country muffin directly on your nose?” I clarified his request as I slid over and pushed my plate along so that I could still reach it with my free hand.

“Yes, please. If you don’t mind?”

It was strange – I should have minded. This was shockingly perverted and yet seeing that Wendy was on the table exposing herself next to me and several other counselors were doing similar naughty things around the room – I felt like his request was perfectly ‘normal’.

I put the word normal in quotes because there was nothing normal about any of this- not any normal I had ever experienced.

Yet, being naked with my pussy lips on display became my new normal. I made my way around the table and each boy asked me to do the same thing for them. I was surprised when I got to Rudy. He was uncertain and shy about it. It was his fellow cabin mates that peer pressured him to make the request. I insisted he ask me and not them.

“C’mon Rudy, we all did it,” Spaz encouraged the reluctant boy. Spaz’s bestfriend Fink got everyone to chant “Do it, Do it, Do it”.

Even Roxanne looked jealous when she looked over her shoulder momentarily during her own naughty launch behavior and saw my table chanting.

“I don’t have to put my pussy on your nose if that makes you uncomfortable,” I offered politely as I slid down the table and positioned myself over Rudy’s face and straddled his plate.

“Whatever you want to do,” Rudy was far too shy to ask for something that graphic. I gently rested my pussy on his nose without making a big deal of it.

“Oh my god,” Rudy blushed and tried to eat his food while the others chanted Rudy’s name for a few seconds. Three minutes is along time though and they didn’t keep up their intensity.

“Why is it wet?” he asked.

The other campers at the table giggled and said that I was cumming, one of them said that it was pee.

“He asked me,” I politely spoke up. “My pussy is wet because I am excited.”

“Why are YOU excited? I am the one who has a pussy resting on his nose,” Rudy clearly assumed this was no big deal to me. I hoped that he saw me as fearless the way I saw AJ.
“I guess because I have to eat like a dog with my entire bottom on display in a kitchen, while you guys laugh and talk about my body,” I admitted truthfully. I do not think they understood what I meant by excited.

Boys get excited at a rock concert or a baseball game. This kind of excitement was the adrenalin rush of doing something that I knew I probably should not be doing and I couldn’t explain it. I was fortunate that I didn’t have to explain it.

AJ was making a second round to check on each table as people finished their lunches. “Have you ever felt a little pre-cum gather at the tip of your cock?” AJ asked him.

Rudy was too shy to answer.

AJ smiled warmly and explained that when girls start thinking about having sex their brains instinctively send a message to their vagina to lubricate it in case a penis is going to be shoved inside her.

“Miss Candace is thinking about having sex? With me?” Rudy seemed pleasantly surprised.

“She could be, or she could be thinking perverted lusty little thoughts,” AJ theorized. She told me to be more forthcoming with my answers. “I know these kinds of thoughts are normally private, but as a counselor one of your roles is to educate your campers on how girls work. Imagine if there was an entire generation of boys who were raised to know how to press our buttons and treat us how we want to be treated?”

I didn’t feel confident enough to tell these boys how girls work. “I am still trying to figure that out myself,” I admitted.

“You are the brand ambassador for women everywhere, but they have me and the other counselors to help educate them too. Don’t worry, just be honest in your answers and you’ll be fine. You may even learn some things about how you tick this summer that you didn’t realize as well.”

((Here is where it sort of breaks down into outline format...but I'll include the last bits of my sketch)

Horse gets a smirk on his face. "I have a RR for both of you; I would like to observe what a 69 looks like between two women," He asked nicely like he was scared of AJ. He was afraid of AJ I was as well. Oh my god, it hit me what he wanted i was going to go down on AJ.
"Well, Candice, if you have eaten, I see no reason to deny his well asked RR?"
I lost my voice, and I just nodded. AJ took and laid me out on the lunch table, and she positioned her sex over my face. I could feel her breath on my pussy. What was I going to do? Was I bluffing earlier, or would I be able to find the courage to do this?

The whole lunch crowd noticed us, and everything stopped as AJ, and I performed our RR for Horse. AJ kept up a running commentary about cunnilingus and the feelings and tastes she was experiencing. She was giving a lesson on eating pussy - oh my god, she was actually teaching me how to eat her pussy not telling the boys watching. I doubt the boys realized it or cared they were in rapture with the show. Horse, true to his nickname, took out his horse meat and started to stroke it.

(This was as far as I got)

[Somebody]

What a great idea. I've seen a few naked in camp stories, but not as nuanced as this. Gotta agree on how toothless a lot of NiS stories are. Yeah there should be characters who give no fucks, but you gotta have others who feel differently, for contrast.
And the 80s inspiration is definitely great. I can just see Eugene Levy as Morty Melnick.
Just a little confusion, uh, when a dildo's referred to as a plastic doll-dick, and AJ explains that it's 'latex, not rubber'.. First of all latex is rubber, secondly the guy she's correcting said plastic, not rubber. And thirdly, dildos are silicone (way too many latex allergies and weird smell and difficulty in cleaning) which is also a type of rubber. So I guess she could say 'silicone, not plastic.'
... Actually I looked it up, latex ones DO exist, but they're very uncommon for those aforementioned reasons. That said, the bad taste part does kind of require that, since silicone doesn't have a flavor. And I guess that is yet another thing that places it in 'kind of the 80s but with fitbits' (you know, digital watches back then had timers too)

[LittleFrieda]

Rudy was too shy to answer.

Rudy looks like a good and proper boy that always strives to do the gallant and correct thing. The girls see the inner conflict as he does his best to always look at them above the neck, even though everyone knows this is a struggle he really wants to lose.

Finally a girl will get tired of this and ask a friend "What's the opposite of 'My eyes are up here'?"

[EddieDavidson]

In Meatballs, Rudy was played by Christopher Makepeace, so all of the characters are very much inspired by that, or other summer camp/sprint break sexploitation movies. He was the quiet, shy kid who does the right thing, and I thought the cabin needed the balance from horseplay. I wanted them to be colorful enough to reflect the "lovable losers" who eventually win the big canoe race or whatever happened later.

In the movie "Tripper" or "Trip" played by Bill Murray takes Rudy under his wing and mentors him. I added the Steve character as his foil, because he really needed one. I base him on Glenn Gulia from the Wedding Singer. He's a chauvinistic, blovated camp counselor who isn't a villain per se, but his ego is his biggest hubris. He has the hots for AJ and naturally there would probably have been some subplot around Trip eventually ending up with AJ by the end of the story.

I had taken elements of my childhood love for these movies, and mixed them up liberally in the telling.

As to the dildo explanation, I can only say that was probably coming from one of the ill-informed campers. It could just be an eddie-fuck up as well.

I do like to have NIS members perpetuate myths about the body, or sex, only to have them corrected by an informed NIS counselor through demonstration. I don't think that's what I was doing there. It's hard to say, it's been seven years since I wrote this bit.

In movies like Caddyshack and National Lampoon's vacation, these were considered "mainstream" movies that the entire family could watch. They may have been PG but that standard was pretty low.

There were all sorts of things that couldn't fly today, that i might have drawn from as inspiration. I recall re-watching Vacation with my daughter when she was a teenager, and having forgotten some of the scenes being uncomfortable. The same scenes cracked me up as a kid.

"Daddy says i am the best at French kissing" the cousin says at one point during the vacation. WHAT? I must have completely missed that.
I remembered the male cousin getting the kids high and showing the brother a porno magazine and my daughter said "They thought it was funny for kids to get high?"

"I guess, yeah,"

"Someone wrote that into the script?"

"Um, yeah....I mean...um...."

and then later, the Dad has a slight argument with his wife, goes to the pool. He gets talked into skinny dipping in the pool with Christie Brinkley. We see titties because this was not the made for TV version, and she's mature enough to get over that quickly without comment.

"So let me see if I get this straight, he's basically cheating on his wife, and that's funny?"

"Um, just uh wait..I think it was supposed to be, yes."

Which makes the Chevy Chase character very unlikable and unrelatable, right? but back in the day, everyone was rooting for him on Wally World.

His wife walks out, catches him with Chrstie Brinkley, they are both nude, from her perspective they could have easily had sex.

"Uh honey? it's not what you think!"

and basically after an "Oh Clark!!" she forgives him.

As a kid, I didn't think much of it. I was proud that my daughter had matured much more than I had. Her reaction was.

"Why isn't it vacation over? Wouldn't she just be like, okay, I am going home. You do what you want. I am done?"

In reality, yes. That does seem implausible, she'd just let it go and chalk it up to Clark being Clark.

I wanted to draw from these tropes, but not condone them as much as just have fun with a trip back into nostalgia. In retrospect, i should have set it in the 1980s in some alternate reality where people could have handled the idea of an NIS program. I like to think I've progressed as an author in seven years since this was written. I am sure I could have done a better job in writing but if anyone wants to lift the premise and take what you want, or start from where I left off, be my guest.

[Somebody]

I mean it was objectively much, much healthier back then, but that doesn't mean that it's some paragon of perfection to base our lives on. Just... a good place to backtrack to, then progress in a very differet direction.