Counselor-in-Training

Billy, a 14-year-old day camp trainee, is smitten by a 12-year-old camper. He doesn't know that the 19-year-old head female holds the same opinion about him!

Part One

My name is Billy Curtis. When I was a teenager, the city where I lived ran popular summer day camps for children for six weeks. They were three separate, two-week sign-ups that operated Monday through Friday. They were for ages seven through 12. The kids were bused to the camp each morning and left the same way at 4 p.m. There were plenty of activities to keep the enrollees occupied, including swimming at a man-made lake. However, the culmination was a sleepover on the second Thursday where the kids feasted on hot dogs and hamburgers and everyone slept outdoors in tents. In the morning there was a buffet breakfast. The campers were dismissed around noon. I never attended one of these camps, but I had an older cousin and a next-door neighbor who had worked at them as counselors in the past. They both said it was a fun summer job
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You couldn’t be a full-fledged counselor at the day camp until you were 16—but you could be part of the staff as a “counselor-in-training” at age 14 or 15. At each of the two-week camps, there was a regular staff of eight (always four males and four females) plus two counselors-in-training (CITs). One was always a boy and one was always a girl. CITs were not paid a salary, but merely received a $50 honorarium per session. As well as acquiring valuable job experience, as long as they proved to be capable, they were assured of being hired as counselors when they turned 16 if they applied for the job. My parents advised me to apply to be a CIT once the eighth grade ended for me in June of 1978. So, I did. I had an interview. It must have gone well because I was selected to be a CIT for the first two-week camp that began on Monday, July 10.

My female CIT counterpart was named Sandra O’Shea. She was a bit of a standoffish snob, so we didn’t get along especially well. Most of the kids perceived her to be arrogant, too. Therefore, I was generally more well liked than she was. Sandra and I filled out the staff of 10. Two 19-year-old veteran counselors, William and Tammy, were in charge of the camp. They decided which staff members would run which events and which kids were in which groups. These groups rotated from station to station. Over the course of a day, a group might start out on the archery range, then do some canoeing, then some arts and crafts, and then go for a swim. It was always a busy day for everybody. The CITs had to be flexible. Sandra and I moved to wherever we were needed the most at a given time. We ended up doing a bit of everything, but we were mostly needed where the canoeing took place, just to keep an eye on the kids in case a watercraft capsized.

As a normal, healthy, 14-year-old male, I couldn’t help but notice that some of the pubescent 12-year-old female campers were rather attractive in their bathing suits that they wore for both swimming and canoeing. A couple of them were “healthy young girls,” as my father liked to say whenever he saw a youthful female who was particularly busty. One camper named Madison Samuels, a comely brunette beauty, was especially shapely in her one-piece, pink swimsuit. She not only attained the rapt attention of the 12-year-old boys at the camp, she was ogled by every male counselor, too. Had Madison chosen to don a bikini, I think the camp would have been unable to function.

One day when Madison was not too far away, an impressed 17-year-old counselor named Todd quietly said to me, “I don’t blame you for having an erection, Billy. I have one too! I’d love to rescue Madison from the lake one of these days just so I could put my hands all over her. She’s one fine example of femininity! In fact, Madison is better built and better looking than 90 percent of the girls in my high school class! That’s not an exaggeration! I’d like to lick every square inch of her body!” Sure enough, even though I was standing 20 yards from Madison, I was sporting wood. She was that sexually appealing!

When the staff got together for lunch the first day, William made a point of addressing his underlings to remind them not to get “too friendly” with the campers. Specifically, there was to be “no unnecessary physical contact with them” at all. Obviously, it was a veiled warning not to succumb to Madison’s natural charms. It was amusing that all the males immediately understood the allurement William was referring to, but none of the females did.

Somehow, we horny males all abided by the rules, but we did physically assist Madison with her activities whenever it was proper to do so. That was constantly! On the final day of that two-week session, I had my first real conversation with the lovely Miss Samuels. I told her that I thought she was pretty enough to be a model or to be doing commercials on TV. I then handed Madison a note I had premade. It had my name and telephone number on it. I instructed her if she ever wanted a date, all she had to do was call me. She accepted the note with a polite smile. Alas, I never did get a call from her.

In the interim, however, I learned that I myself was being ogled!

Tammy, the 19-year-old female camp leader, liked to make suggestive remarks to her male underlings. (Of course, if William had made similar remarks to any of the female counselors, he would have been fired almost immediately, even in 1978. Such was the double standard regarding sexual harassment, even though that term was not yet in vogue.)

Tammy Yetman was slightly on the skinny side, and she had her black hair cut somewhat short. (Personally, I always preferred long-haired females, but I wasn’t fussy about such things.) She was average looking at best, but she was 19—and she looked her age. I mean that as a positive attribute. She was certainly beyond adolescence. On the second Thursday night during the big barbecue, she stealthily approached me. To my great surprise, she said I was welcome to visit her tent once things got quiet at the camp and we could have some “intimate fun.” Then she joked, “I know you’d prefer sharing Madison Samuels’ tent, but I guarantee that’s not going to happen. On the other hand, Billy, you are welcome to call on me.”

I gave her a quizzical, disbelieving look, then I smiled at her very interesting, lascivious offer.

“Yes, I’m absolutely serious, Billy,” Tammy quickly said before I had a chance to ask her for a clarification. “I want to have a fuck with you.”

“I accept!” I informed her. “Look for me once all the campers are safely asleep in their tents for the night.”

Part Two

There were enough tents for all the campers to sleep in groups of two. Some tents were large enough to accommodate three or four kids. The counselors and CITs, who had individual tents, were scheduled to work in shifts throughout the night to keep an eye on the kids’ tents to make sure there were no late-night shenanigans occurring—especially among the 12-year-old boys and girls. As Tammy had alluded, Madison Samuels’ tent was thoroughly and constantly observed to stop male intruders of all ages from acting upon their carnal urges.

My shift, shared with Sandra, ran from 11 p.m. until midnight. We just sat in lawn chairs, encircled by tents, and tried not to fall asleep in the boring silence. The kids, to my amazement, were all asleep. At the stroke of 12 o’clock, we were relieved by two counselors. Sandra went to her tent—while I visited Tammy’s.
I quietly said hello before I went inside. I began to apologize for arriving after midnight, but Tammy said she was fully aware of my schedule. Therefore, I was basically “right on time for our sexy rendezvous.” It was heartening for me to realize that this 19-year-old was waiting as impatiently to fuck as I was!

I was naturally curious, so I boldly asked Tammy before we got started with our nookie if she’d always fucked her male underlings at this day camp. She replied without any shame, “I started like you are—as a CIT. The year I was 14 I fucked the head male counselor. I liked it, so I kept on doing it year after year. Now it’s to the point where the ages have reversed. I kind of like it this way. I like screwing young guys better than guys my own age or older. It’s just my preference.”

Then she put me on the spot by asking me, “What about your sexual preferences, Billy? I can easily tell you fancy a certain 12-year-old sexpot who is presently fast asleep in her tent about 60 yards from here. I can hardly fault you for that. I strongly suspect if I were a male, I’d desperately want to fuck Madison, too! But do you only like younger girls, Billy? If that’s the case, you’re out of luck. I’m sorry I can’t change my age.”

My sexual experience at age 14 was minimal. In fact, it was practically non-existent. It consisted of “feeling up” one of my younger sister’s slutty friends when we were alone in my backyard for five minutes, and groping an “easy” girl during a slow song at a Christmas dance at school. Actual sexual intercourse was still a foreign concept to me. Therefore, I could honestly tell Tammy I didn’t particularly prefer any specific age of female “as long as she had the correct body parts and was willing to use them.”

Tammy found my remark to be amusing and started to disrobe. As she began the task, she said, “Billy, I think you’ll find I have the necessary female body parts you desire. As long as you have an erect dick, we’ll get along splendidly tonight!”

Tammy removed the nondescript dark t-shirt she was wearing to display a B-sized brassiere. Within seconds she had discarded that undergarment. I was quick to remove my jeans and briefs. Getting undressed in a tent was challenging, but with the proper incentive, any task can become easy! Tammy obviously liked what I was carrying because she suddenly stopped removing her clothing to focus on my erection. It was a good one—and I was rather proud of it, so I was kneeling in front of her with my penis pointing skyward. Getting hard was never difficult for me. Getting laid was another matter entirely!

“Now that’s a handsome dick!” Tammy exclaimed. “I just have to lick it!”

Tammy knelt forward, grasped my rigid shaft, and did just what she promised. This was all new to me—and I loved the sensation, especially when her tongue made contact wit the tip of my rod. I emitted a few satisfied moans to let her know that I liked what she was doing. Tammy then wrapped her boobs around my dick and placed my hands on her breasts. “They were made for you to enjoy, Billy. Give them a squeeze!”

I quickly complied. The palms of my hands contacted her nipples as Tammy moved up and down on my dick for a titty-fuck. This was great fun for me! Then she had a marvelous idea:

“Why don’t you close your eyes, Billy, and pretend I’m Madison, and tell me what you’d like to do to me? I bet you don’t last a minute with me.”

“Okay!” I agreed. “Let’s find out.” Instantly, I imagined that this fine set of tits that I was fucking belonged to 12-year-old Madison Samuels, the unobtainable girl of my dreams.

“By magic I’m Madison now, Billy,” Tammy said sexily. “Please tell me what’s going through your mind right this minute!”

“Oh, Madison!” I began. “I just love your sexy, firm breasts. I love sliding my great big hardon between them. I love how you’re pressing them against me! I’d like to do this forever. You have the best tits I’ve ever seen on a girl your age. They’re fabulous! They make me so damn horny. I want to give you a big load of my hot cum! I want to…”

Tammy had been right. Within a minute I had a doozy of an ejaculation. Ropes of thick white semen covered her breasts—and my busy hands. I moaned with delight. Tammy moaned with approval. Then I realized something disappointing.

“Oh, damn! I wanted to fuck your pussy, Tammy. Now I’ve shot my load without even seeing your pussy! That was fun, but…”

“We have all night, Billy,” she consoled me. “You’re a healthy 14-year-old male. I have every confidence in the world that you’ll have another erection in just a few minutes. Then you can fuck my pussy until your heart is content. As a favor to you, I just wanted to make your fantasy with Madison come true without it really coming true.” She then leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on my lips. I kept on fondling her tits—despite my fingers being covered with my own goo—and gave her a better kiss in return.

Tammy was right about my recuperative powers. Within ten minutes my penis was rigid again. It helped that Tammy had disrobed and I got a fine look at her shaved vagina. She enthusiastically encouraged me to finger it to stimulate her. I was happy to cooperate. The moment I felt my rod was again at its maximum height, I unceremoniously fell forward onto her and shoved my erection into her womanly crevice. I had no experience whatsoever in screwing a girl, but I did what came naturally and I did my best at it. Tammy was pleased by my surprising sexual aggression and did her best gyrations to make the fuck a truly wonderful and pleasurable experience for both of us. Riding a 19-year-old woman as a first-time fuck was something I had never imagined in my wildest dreams. I figured my first time would involve banging one of my sister’s small-breasted pals from school. Within ten minutes of starting, I felt a familiar tingling sensation down below—and I knew for certain that I’d be ejaculating for a second time.

“Don’t you dare pull out of me, Billy! I took the proper precaution before you came into my tent.” Tammy said, once again answering a question I had well before I had a chance to speak. I concluded that my sexy bedmate had to be partially psychic!

“Whatever you say, Tammy,” I responded. I gave her two long, mighty thrusts and felt my balls spew another load. This time it went where nature intended it—deep inside her welcoming vagina. It was nowhere near as powerful as my first cum shot had been, but it was nothing to sneeze at, either. It was the first time in my life that I’d ever ejaculated twice within an hour. I honestly didn’t know I was capable of such a feat.

I joked, “I’m not sure which is more enjoyable for me. Is it fucking Tammy’s pussy or Madison’s tits? It’s really too close to call!”

Tammy laughed out loud at my wit. “If you choose to pursue it, you have a fine career ahead of you as a comedian, Billy,” she told me.

“I’d rather be a star in pornographic movies,” I replied. “The fringe benefits are absolutely awesome, too. I’d never miss a day of work. That’s for sure.”

The screwing—and particularly my two strong ejaculations tuckered me out. Within a few minutes, I fell soundly asleep in Tammy’s arms. I awoke at about 4 a.m. with my face pressed between her lovely breasts. I got dressed as fast as I could and attempted to sneak back to my vacant tent without being spotted by anyone. I failed miserably. The two female counselors who were now watching over the kids’ tents saw me leave Tammy’s private tent, put two and two together, and gave me a surprisingly good-natured razzing.

“Hey, Billy! Does screwing the head counselor beat canoeing for fun?” one counselor named Cathy asked me jokingly in a voice that was a little bit too loud for my comfort.

“I’d say it’s very close,” I answered her with no emotion. “There’s no doubt that screwing Tammy definitely beats doing arts and crafts any day of the week in my books. I have to admit that she has a great pussy to pound.”

I wasn’t entirely sure, but I think I heard a few giggles come from inside a tent where four 12-year-old girls were supposed to be sound asleep. I guess they thought I was a funny guy.

During the breakfast buffet, which started promptly at 8 a.m., I reminded Tammy that I wouldn’t be at the camp again this summer because this had been my only two-week session I had been assigned for 1978. A new male CIT was going to replace me.

“Yes, Billy” she said ruefully. “I’m aware that another 14-year-old boy will replace you starting this coming Monday…in more ways than one.”