On The Way to Arts and Crafts

Charlene stood, took Sam by the hand and whispered into his ear. "You are very lucky you're a camper, otherwise I wouldn't let you take that fucking thing out of me for a second." She stepped back, turned and started leading him back in the direction he came.

"But you are," she said loudly, "so I will take you over to Arts and Crafts."

Charlene led Sam down toward another path, walking about to two steps ahead of him. Both them were buck naked, having left their soiled clothes behind. He had the distinct feeling that he was being paraded around like a piece of meat. As they walked, a crowd started to form in their wake. Blobs of campers, especially the younger girls, communed in small gaggles, pointing and giggling at the guy who fucked a staffer between classes.

The pair turned onto another path, leaving the crowd behind. A few feet down, they came up to sign that said, "Arts and Crafts Studio: Straight Ahead."

"Ok. So if you keep walking down this path there will a log cabin on your right called the arts studio. There will probably be some interesting sculptures or performance pieces or something outside, so you can't miss it."

Sam nodded. "Thanks," he said. "That was fun."

She made a shocked face and punched him on the arm. "Fun!" she exclaimed!? "That had to be the hottest, craziest sex of your life!" She stepped forward and pushed her breasts against him. "And there's plenty more where that came from..." She stared him down with serious "fuck me (again)" look.

Sam gulped, "Uhhhh, fantastic," he said. He tried to sound enthusiastic, but he still sounded oddly nervous. "Before you go, though, There's another thing I need you to do..."