Someone heard your moans from outside

Unbeknownst to yourself, during your drunk state of pleasure, someone knocked on the door. You rained down volley after volley of goo, pelting the door, surprising the visitor. In the complete darkness, with the air filled with snoring and moaning, the doorknob turns ever so slowly, and the door swings open.

In your heavy lidded eyes, you see a feminine shape come down on you, and darkness becomes your reality.

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The feminine shape in the cabin was about to shake you out of your stupor by shinning her flashlight in your face, but she was too late as you started snoring.

"Great", she purred, "Another boy took the wrong bus." Victoria loved it when a lost boy arrived at camp. Every year some boy always take the wrong bus, She thought to herself, I guess it's for the greater good, since these girls all need to explore their sexuality, but what about me? As a counselor, I surely should have my every whim sated by a sluttish boy. She took a knife out of her backpack and sawed through a rope tying one of his wrists to the top bedpost.

When the last strand was cut, Doug started sliding down the pink dildo. The feminine shape caught him just as he unconsciously bucked his hip back at the pink dildo, growing a boner. Victoria looked down and saw the small head of Doug's penis poke out from under his metallic pink skirt.

"WOW", Victoria whispered, amazed at how well these three girls trained him to be a slut. She cut the other rope and Doug fell down on top of her hugging her as his flower slid up and down the pink shaft. Victoria shuffled backwards, his **** sluttiness too much for her to bear.

As a result, Doug fell to his knees and hands, bucking like a mare against the pink dick. Too much for Victoria, she pulled Doug off of the pink dildo reluctantly, sad to see that she ended the show, but then took off the bottom half of her uniform and with her ever raging hard on, inserted her shaft into Doug's bruised-looking hole.