Chapter 3: Fists of Fury

Greta Fischer’s staff assignments were cabins three and four. After a brief word with her peers, she had Stan assigned to number three so she could give him the extra support he clearly needed. With the same girl-boy layout as the other cabins, Greta gave the same little speech as Landon had and prepared them to undress and introduce themselves.

“There’s one young man here who is special to me. Stan is on my left in the second bed, and we talked on the bus. As you can see in his face, he’s exceptionally shy, nervous, and inexperienced. He’s never seen anyone naked, not even pictures. Think about that for a minute. He’s going to have a difficult adjustment here at our camp.

“I need you to respect him and be polite. Beyond that, I want you all to be kind. He’s going to surprise you, I promise, and surprise himself, too. I don’t want to go into detail, but I assure you that any camper who doesn’t live up to staff expectations and requirements can expect an immediate response. We have cabin 99 available to isolate campers who don’t meet our standards of conduct.

“A certain amount of role-playing and dominance/submission play is allowed as we get farther into the program, but we have ironclad rules of consent and safety standards. Yes, Aina?”

“Greta, I was opposite you and Stan on the bus. I promise you, anyone who mistreats Stan is going to answer to me. Fair warning, I received a silver medal in the national Judo competition in Helsinki.”

“You’re a Finn, from Finland?”

“Exactly, but I lived in California from age 4 to age 14. That’s why I don’t have a strong accent, and that’s where I could go to the dojo and learn the martial arts. Because of my heritage, I’m comfortable with naked bodies.

“Stan, do you accept me as your fellow mammal, with two breasts and two nipples?”

“Y-y-yes, Aina.”

“Terrific. Greta, let me put Stan on my bed, on the side closest to the door. For everybody else in the cabin, he’ll be obscured by my giant, yet muscular, butt. And I will keep my eyes on his eyes, not his body.

“Stan, has anybody told you how beautiful your gray eyes are?”

“Aina, if it’s OK with Stan, it’s OK with me. Stan, I know you aren’t stupid. She’s made a very sweet gesture, and you shouldn’t turn her down.”

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Stan, respect her Finnish fists of fury. The next word out of your mouth should be yes,” scolded Greta.

“Yes, thank you, Aina.”

“Wow! Aina is going to do more for Stan than I can,” thought Greta.

The next morning, after breakfast, there was an all-camp assembly led by Vera Adams, the Chief of Staff.

“You’re here at Camp Stillwater to become successful adults, who know how to meet, date, be sexual, find a mate/partner, and make a family that lasts. You are going to have amazing fun while exploring and enhancing your sexuality, in ways that will thrill you. I promise you will leave this place with all the necessary tools to express your love and lust brilliantly.

“Last night, you were all asked to masturbate in front of each other. Most of you managed to do this, without too much of an issue. For many of you, though, climaxing like this was impossible. There are even people, primarily females, who have never had an orgasm. It’s true, believe me. We promise to repair this deficit for anyone who needs help with this issue. You’ll be helped in complete privacy.

“If you feel this was a problem for you, please talk to any staff member. We want you to know that we are here to help.

“Our first step is to overcome shyness and body shame, and that began with last night’s jerk off and jill off sessions. It’s early, but we hope you will see your cabin mates as your friends and buddies who will have your back, and your front!”

“We’re going to go slow and work our way up to reaching your full potential as a sexual human being. Tonight, we’re going to ask you to pair off, and cuddle during your masturbation sessions. Any of you who feel uncomfortable with moving up to this step, we’re going to offer intensive and private counseling sessions this afternoon while the rest of you are playing ‘capture the flag.’ Because this is Camp Stillwater, we’re playing ‘capture the vibrating dildo’ instead.

“We know some of you want to fuck already. We won’t stop you, but we ask that you try to follow our program, so that by the end of this week you can help each other enjoy all the amazing rewards a human hand can bring.”

“In week two we will have a different and more exciting program for you all.

“If you have any questions, please talk with your assigned cabin counselor, or come see me. I’m Vera Adams, and I’m the Chief of Staff here. With my master’s degree, I’m also a licensed by the state for marriage and family counseling, as are many of the cabin counselors. Once again, we’re here to help you. We’ll do everything possible to help you be happy here and sexually satisfied as well. For the past five years, Camp Stillwater has a 98% satisfaction score. I aim to keep this record. So please come to me with any issues or concerns you may have.”

Felicia and Oscar were seated together and holding hands among the 148 other campers. With their heads close to each other, they whispered during Vera’s speech.

“I have heard stories about other girls who can’t climax, but I don’t have that problem. Oscar, did you see me orgasm last night?”

“Sure, but I felt a little jealous at the way you were watching Landon’s tree trunk.”

“Oh, yeah? And you’ve never jacked off to porn? Last night, was it recalling Greta’s giant hooters that inspired you to come?”

“You know I was looking directly at you, Felicia. At your beautiful eyes and your beautiful thighs, and your hand strumming your clit between them.”

“Well, that was nicely put. I’m not quite sure I believe you, but you do sound sincere. What I want to know right now is this. Why are you hard, Oscar? It’s not because of topless Vera way over there.”

“I’ve been excited ever since I heard this word, Felicia, ‘cuddling.’ I’m going to be a damn fountain of sperm while cuddling with you.”

“What an image! I guess I need to bring a towel when we cuddle. Or, if you’re a really good puppy, I’ll collect your fountain in my mouth.”

Quietly, Oscar barked in her ear, imitating a happy young dog.

“Landon says we can pick our cuddle partners for tonight,” reported Celine. “I was thinking, if you all don’t mind me going first, I would like to choose Will or Paul. Steve, I promise, I’m going to get to you very soon. Obviously, Oscar’s completely captured by Felicia. But I can’t choose between, forgive me, black and brown. Can you guys do Rochambeau (that’s rock, paper, scissors) to decide?”

“All right. Ready? One, Two, Three, I’m rock.”

“Sorry, Will, paper covers rock.”

“I’ll get you next time, Will. Paul, I’m ready to cuddle with you. How about you, Marcia?”

“Hmm, Will or Steve? No offense, Will, but I’m going to go with Steve. Helen, you can have Will tonight. Next time, we’re going to figure out a way to pick our turns randomly, isn’t that right, Celie?”

“Absolutely. But now, we can commence cuddling!”

“Felicia, please, you go first,” suggested Oscar.

Cuddled together on his bed, they both pulled down their ridiculous camp panties. He watched as her pink tongue emerged to lick her index finger before sending her hand downstairs.

“You’re unbelievable. Just that first thing is so sexy.”

“Shut up and hold me, Oscar. Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Sorry. How can I help?”

“I’m going to swat your nose, puppy. I said, be quiet!”

She was on his right, so he smiled and took hold of her free left hand with his right. Felicia had been wound up through the course of the day, with her eyes locked on the hot young men around her as they ran around the camp in their flimsy underwear. And now, she couldn’t keep her eyes off Oscar’s hard-on and the moistness at its tip.

For his part, he was taking mental notes from watching her movements. He saw that she wasn’t on her clit at first. She liked to tug on her inner lips, pushing them together and spreading them apart. From time to time, she stuck her fingers into her vagina for lubrication.

Felicia, like many pale-skinned women, showed her sexual excitement with a flush spreading from her face and neck down toward the tops of her breasts. Her stiff nipples were like little red raspberries atop each tit. He whole hand was now flipping left and right with the pad of her index finger pushing against her clit, the pearl-sized tip now exposed and peeking out from its fleshy garage.

Obviously, Felicia was reaching her crisis. Oscar leaned over to whisper softly in her ear.

“Come for me.”

That was it, her body tensed and quivered. Her knees bent up and her hips flexed, pushing her pelvis up into her hand.

“Whoosh! I haven’t come like that,” she paused for a quick breath, “in a long time. Give me a minute and then you can go.”

“Whatever you want, sweetie. You were fun to watch.”

He wasn’t going to mention it, but he was smelling her arousal. And, he had a whiff of Celie on his left. Paul had also volunteered to go second, and she gave him an explanation of what was happening.

“Always, I get myself off this way, with my face and shoulders on the bed and my ass up in the air over my hands. You don’t mind just watching my ass wiggle, do you?”

“That’s a dumb question! Your ass is spectacular. Didn’t we cover this already?”

“You’re right, sorry. Put your hand up on there and help me.”

That’s when Helen’s whoop of satisfaction echoed in the cabin, causing Celie to giggle before returning to her program of self-abuse. To her left, Marcia was panting, on her way to satisfaction in Steve’s arms, soon to be followed by Helen, cuddled by Will.

Oscar was already finished when Landon returned to their cabin. The other three were fapping away, but not for long. He waited them out, and five minutes later the cabin was quiet.