All Chapters of The Slaved Virgin Offering: Chapter 681 - Chapter 690

The Monday of the second week, Craig decided to start the fresh group of kids shooting from the prone position, where the shooter lies on his or her belly and braces the rifle on the ground. It is far and away the most stable position and the kids should've been the most accurate with it. We had skipped it entirely the first week because we had so many kids who had shot at camp before. This week, we had lots of noobs. Elaine and I traded off demonstrating at the start of each period in the morning, me, then her, then me again. But in the afternoon, Craig had me do the demo all three periods. It was unusual, but hey, more rounds for me, right?The next day, Craig announced he had been dissatisfied with the efforts of the day before, and we would stick with prone. This wasn't unusual. Craig was often dissatisfied with people's efforts... What was unusual was that Craig again had me demonstrate prone position all three morning periods.Elaine had been a little jealous the previous aftern

Elaine and I had a marvelous time fucking our way through the end of the second session of Camp Dickinger that summer. I mean, we didn't screw every day. I think we'd have both been up for it, but we couldn't both miss lunch together every day. We only stayed on the range and screwed, like, six more times over the remaining weeks. I even managed to take my shirt off before having sex a time or two...But while we limited our actual sexcapades enough that no one knew that we were doing it, it still became clear from other indications that she and I were becoming 'an Item'." Couples among the counselors were not unheard of, but rare enough that we could both see everyone talking about how often we ate lunch together, how we mostly only danced with each other during Friday dances, that sort of thing. We talked a lot, just like good couples do, I thought. My world was great, and the only real hitch was that the second session was ending and we would no longer have the opportunities presen

Monday after lunch of the second week, we got into comic books again when a junior girl was trying to make a Black Widow logo/belt buckle. Wendy, I, and most of the campers in the hut got into a spirited discussion of how it should look. It was fun in general, and particularly so because Wendy kept bending over the table to sketch her arguments out.When the period was over, I asked her enthusiastically, "So, do you like comic books in general or just Batman and Superman?"Wendy smiled and replied that she was Team DC, but the Marvel movies were fun. "But I have bad news for you," she said playfully."Oh no!" I smiled."The Packers suck ass. Cowboys all the way!"Uh. Oh.I wasn't crushed that she liked another team, but that she brought that subject up in this context was...Wendy laughed at my alarmed expression. "Oh calm down. You look hilarious," she said, still smiling good-naturedly. "You had to have known that Elaine and I have been friends for years, right? Girls talk."My shou

I just grinned exasperatedly, and tugged at my shorts, hoping against hope to make my erection at least a little less visible than it seemed, even under my loose shorts and long tee. Wendy watched my struggle with amused hunger, then bounced over (literally bounced) to the sink to wash her hands.Moments later, the last group of worms showed up. They were all Seniors, mostly guys, and a few were from my cabin. That was good. I'd have to concentrate to keep them in line at the end of the day, the effort of which would keep my own reactions under control. Wendy had other ideas, however, and turned up her flirting and flouncing to eleven. That was hard enough on me, so to speak, but her charms were more of a shotgun than a sniper rifle, and the young dudes were getting riled too.They knew better than to get frisky or anything, of course, but they just got rambunctious instead. The hut was a total mess at four-thirty when Wendy and I shooed the worms off to change for Swim Time. Wendy tu

It was the last Wednesday of the camp session, the last session of the summer, and in all likelihood, the last Wednesday I would ever be on the grounds of Camp Dickinger. In the distance, the huge splashes and happy shouts of afternoon swim time could just be heard. The heat of the day had not yet broken and it was still quite hot, even in the shade.Wendy knelt before me in the deserted pottery hut while I braced my ass against one of the work tables, my knees bent a little. She had her wondrous tits wrapped around my desperately hard shaft, the movement of those sweat-slick mounds driving spikes of pleasure through my lower body. I looked down at her with a wide grin, my mouth and face still slick and sticky with her pussy juices from when, just minutes ago, I had eaten her so relentlessly that she had had to forcefully shove my head from between her legs to keep from passing out. She looked up at me and answered my grin with her own pretty smile."I fucking love it, unh, when you d