Chapter 8: A Hole Full of Glory

The next morning the guys paired up for butt fucks (even those not as fond of gay play found themselves needing a hole to stick their cocks in), and John said to Ron (who's ass he was fucking) "Master come on don't you have a plan yet?"

"Believe it or not," Ron said, "I think that missing my evening and morning doses of Hannah juice has dulled my senses."

"So you're saying if you don't get some cunt juice from Hannah you won't be able to come up with a plan; but if you can't come up with a plan you can't get some cunt juice from Hannah," John questioned a little amused.

"Yeah," Ron said, "how's that for a vicious circle?"

Just beyond the wall, Ana was getting a similar reply from the Erotic Psycho.

"Come on Hannah," Ana said encouragingly, "with that fucking you gave Lana's pussy and ass last night and the ton of cunt juice you took from her this morning—"

"—cunt juice that should have been mine," Katrina said angrily.

Ana ignored the interruption and said, "—you must be calm enough to think of something right now so come on what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I'll die if I have to go another 24 hours without my Master's powerful cream," and she broke into tears.

Ana and Katrina rolled their eyes and looked around the room. Even those that apparently had no need of men (Sandy, Dolly, Melissa and Ana herself) were depressed by the lack of hot cum.

Ana noticed two people though that looked extremely happy.

"I'm glad to see someone in here is laughing," Ana said smiling as she walked over to talk to Rita and Maria; "I hope it's as contagious as they claim."

Smiling Rita said, "Well we were smiling because we finished our paintings for decorating the wall. We even made a second set for the boys to put on their side. Maria and I are skipping lunch today to hang them up and we'll unveil it sometime before dinner, we'll give enough time for it to be appreciated before we have to eat."

At breakfast Rita passed a small package to Josh and said, "Just remember you have to skip lunch and I'll talk you through hanging these up. I included a diagram showing what it should look like in the end."

"Do we have to go through this grand unveiling thing," Josh asked, "I mean if it works, can't we just start using it?"

Rita threw him a 'that's a stupid question' look and he said, "Forget I asked, the Drama Queen needs her audience."

"It is a lovely mural type arrangement," Maria said in Rita's defense, "and she spent all night on it; it should be properly unveiled."

"You have the cookie jar for Maria and my rewards right," Rita asked.

"I snuck it under my bed yesterday; it wasn't hard to get it from the tour mobile; it's just parked out there in front of the bunk house for all our uses."

Just then a woman that looked a lot like a younger version of Principal Green stood at the front of the room on a raised platform and said, "I want to welcome all our happy campers at the Sun View Hill Summer Camp this year. We are looking forward to having another gloriously fun-filled summer. By now your bunk house supervisor should have handed you the entire activity list for your bunk houses. All activities start officially in two days as your schedules show. These first few days are dedicated to allowing you to get to know your bunk mates, the bunk house supervisor, the camp grounds and most important of all the camp rules as well as the rest of the faculty." She gave a wave of her hand and several people including Dr. Lewis and Ms. Clark walked over. "For those that don't know me, I'm Amelia Green and I'm the Director here at the camp. These are the staff members here at the camp you should recognize them and respect them; they are here to make your summer vacation enjoyable. This is Jeanette Peters," she said indicating a gorgeous brown haired, big titted woman in her mid to early thirties, "and she's the head cook here and in charge of the cooking staff. This is David Wane," she said pointing to a muscular blond young man somewhere in his mid twenties, "he's the activity coordinator. Sara Parks here," she said pointing to a red-headed green-eyed young lady that seemed to be in her very early twenties if she had reached twenty at all "will be your riding instructor. She loves horses and will teach you to love them too."

"Do you suppose she's ever fucked one," Hannah whispered to Lana recalling Carla and Carmen from the Horse Ranch Resort they'd visited.

"Dr. Randolph Lewis, will be in charge of the infirmary this year, and Esther Figueroa" she said pointing to a very hot, and somewhat naughty looking brunette," is his nurse. Remember should you need the infirmary for anything, it's located right here on the second floor and is open 24 hours a day."

Lana flashed an angry look at the thought of Randy locked up in an office with someone that looked like Nurse Figueroa 24 hours a day.

"Well I guess now we know why he hasn't made any excuse to come get some cunt juice from us," Katrina whispered to Lana with a smile.

"Ms. Patricia Clark here is Director of the Performing and Cultural Arts department, everyone has a talent, and she will help you find yours. Peter Jackson here," she said indicating a guy that looked like a lifeguard, "is your swimming instructor and Ruben Jeffries is the boating instructor and this last young man," she said smiling at a young powerfully built blond guy, "is Clark Sanders and he's in charge of Hiking and Climbing. I want you to give your Summer Camp staff a hand of applause; as I said before they are here to make your summer more enjoyable.

"Everyone is new," Katrina said as she joined in the applause. "I wonder what happened to all the old staff; almost all of them were reliable and fantastic fucks."

"Umm," Lana said, "maybe that's what happened to them."

At lunch time the sex starved OHPF members prepared to return to the meal bunk after a morning spent mostly walking around their side of the camp trying to learn where everything was. They were all feeling the pains of separation after 24 hours of just same sex satisfaction, but the girls were, of course, finding it easier to survive without boys cocks; the well-known cum whores however, and even those not as addicted but use to a regular helping of cum, were starting to feel withdrawal symptoms.

"CUM," Jen screamed, "I need some cum, some hot cream!"

"Lana, why haven't you told Dr. Lewis to pass by and feed us," Hannah demanded.

"Excuse me, Hannah," Katrina said, "but if Randy were to pass by, I doubt he'd feed anyone but my Queen and I!"

"Your Queen is my slave and if I tell her to give me her share of Randy cream, she damn well better do it!"

"I can't believe Patty hasn't found a chance to feed me," Ana said, "I mean the whole point of her taking this job was so we wouldn't have to be apart the rest of the summer."

"Girls," Melissa said, "Will you calm down, we've only been here for around 24 hours."

"Melissa is right," Lana said, "come on let's go to lunch."

As they started to step out Ana noticed Maria and Rita were still on Rita's bed and asked, "Aren't you coming?"

"No," Rita said, "we're hanging those paintings remember."

"Oh, right," Ana said looking at the plain wall across the room, "I guess it could use some livening up," and turning she stepped out.

Once alone Rita quickly called Josh to see if he was alone; on getting a positive answer she said, "Okay, we're going to hang the mural on this side, when we finish I'll let you know where to start hanging the first floor of the mural on your side."

Maria quickly made markings on the wall starting with the very center of the wall; she then used Rita's height and width (which was the average for most of the girls) to make some further markings and she finally hung the first floor of Rita's mural: they were four letters, each letter in its own arched frame (sort of in the shape of a cheese wedge without the pointy end). When satisfied with their location she hung the second floor which was nothing more than the same four letters in a larger size and a different color background. When the last of seven floors was completed, a large rainbow was on the wall.

"Nothing livens up a wall more than a little color," Rita said, "and nothing has more color than a rainbow."

"Time to show Josh where to start hanging it on his side," Maria said grabbing the case Josh had passed to Rita at dinner the day before; from the case she extracted a battery powered drill.