As it turned out, my parents were going be overseas for my father’s business for pretty much the whole summer.  There would have been no place for me with them, but at the same time they did not want to leave a teenager at home without parental supervision.  So they arranged for me to go to summer camp for two months.  That was fine by me.  I could develop my secret powers anywhere, as long as there were people around.

 

A friend of mine had gone to this particular camp once before, so we had a decent recommendation, but the place was nothing special.  It was the usual cabins in the woods with bunk beds and counselors and a lake with canoes and a mess hall for meals and a schedule for sports games and a paper-plate wheel for organizing cabin chores.  The first day opened with a big orientation meeting.  The whole camp population was there, from counselors to campers.  I figured this was the ideal time to do some orientating of my own.

 

Mentally, I made sure that everyone understood that of all the campers, I didn’t need any supervision.  I also made it clear that nobody was to take any notice of any unusual activities on my part, and (here was the kicker) that it was expected that all the girls would be at my beck and call.  Then I walked up and down the aisles between the half-log benches and got a good look at all the girls, mentally noting to myself which ones I was going to try out.  Some of them were homely, but some where really quite attractive.  I was really going to enjoy myself this summer.

 

I waited until the next day to make my first move.  During breakfast I spied Lisa, one of the prettier girls.  I threw a thought at her: Come with me to the infirmary now.  Lisa aborted her conversation mid-sentence, stood up, and began walking out of the mess hall.  “Where’s she going?” I heard one of her companions ask.  “I think Marty called her” was the response.  The conversation then continued without a hiccup.

 

With a grin, I got up and followed Lisa to the infirmary, where I found her waiting for me.  “What would you like me to do?” she asked.

 

“First, take off all your clothes.”

 

As she followed my instructions I looked around the room.  Its only other occupant was the camp nurse, and she was busily fingering through files in her desk drawer.  Just to be sure, I thought, You will not notice us.

 

Once Lisa had completely undressed I had her come to me.  She stood quietly as I examined every part of her smooth, young body.  I stroked her flawless legs, her arms, her neck, and her high, pert breasts.  These I paid special attention to, of course, feeling their texture and shape, their firm resistance to compression, and naturally their small, hard nipples.  She didn’t make a peep when I started to lick those nipples, flicking my tongue over and around them, quite enjoying the sensation.  After a few minutes I rose up and put my arms around her, kissing her deeply.  She wasn’t responding, so I thought, you are very interested in sexually satisfying me. Immediately she began to kiss back.

 

Knowing that I would get plenty more tail as the summer progressed, I thought I’d indulge myself this time and take a quick one.   I pushed Lisa back onto a cot and pulled off my short.  Then I climbed on top and immediately entered her.  She whimpered softly as I broke her cherry with my iron hard cock, but I didn’t stop.  I began to pump her, noticing how much bigger my prick seemed to be than her young pussy.  It felt very good, actually – to me; I had no idea how she was taking this.

 

I came after only a few minutes of pounding.  It was satisfying, but not the best fuck I’d ever had.  As the summer progressed though, I eventually did learn the value of delayed gratification.  I gained a great deal of experience that summer, actually.  I took my girls pretty much anytime, anywhere I pleased, sometimes three or four in the same day.  I learned to be completely promiscuous, not even bothering to think twice when some pretty young thing struck my fancy.  The girls also learned to expect and even appreciate my attentions.  One night I even walked into a girls’ cabin and, putting the counselor to sleep for the duration, chose the girl with the biggest tits to ride my cock, while the rest of them masturbated in front of me for my viewing pleasure.

 

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You’d think that having that much sex would wear thin after a while, but I have to say it didn’t.  I was a virulent adolescent, and perhaps because of my ability, I had an extremely powerful sex drive.  I still do; it doesn’t take much to get me going, and then it doesn’t take me long to get what I want.