On With The Tour

Sam nodded, responding to revelation that he would be a human guinea pig with the poise and composure of seasoned liar.

"Wellll," Lizzie continued, "Come on! I'm meeting Chad down by the lake. If you come with me, there's a chance you'll get to meet some of your fellow campers." She leaned in softly sang in his here, "then you can make that great first impression we were talking about."

The casual allusion to more sex reminded him that Lizzie had given him one of those instant erection pills. He did his best to adjust himself so his cock wasn't straining against his shorts as they walked down the hill, but it seemed impossible. "I guess that magic fabric shit really worked," he thought to himself.

His crotch-rubbing didn't go unnoticed. As they passed the activity cabins lining the path, men and women of all ages and shapes watched them stroll down the path from log cabins on either of the path. Lizzie waved at them and they waved back as she passed. Their response for Sam was quite different.

"Hey baby slut, what 'cha got there?," asked a middle-aged woman smoking a cigarette on one porch. Her friend gave him wink then lifted her shirt, revealing surprisingly perky breasts for a woman her age. The first milf dropped the cigarette she was sucking to trade it in for the topless one's nipple.

"Maybe I should..." Sam asked.

"Oh don't mind them," Lizzie replied. "They're just playing around. They have to stay in their cabins until this activity ends."

"Yeah... That's why I would go over to them," Sam voice started to sound as strained as his cock.

"Unh, unh," Lizzie said. "You'll have plenty of time to meet them later. If you come down to the lake you might get the chance to hit on some girls your own age instead of cradle-robbing broads."

Just like when he first entered camp the sounds, smells and, occasionally, sights of sex were all around: Moans and groans clearly came the dance cabin, fuck fumes wafted out of the debate house. Again and again, women called out to him, but Lizzie compelled him to keep walking.

When they finally got to the docks, Sam was a breeze away from ripping his shorts off and jerking it, rules be damned. He leaned in and relayed that fact to Lizzie, "I...I don't know if I'm going to make it much longer without breaking any rules."

"Ok... Ok..." She said. "Keep it your pants. Seriously, though, once you take your pants off they'll be on you like hawks."

I'm supposed to meet Chad at the dock on the other side of the boathouse. He's a counselor, which means he should have more than a few ladies snooping around. Just make eyes at one and I'm sure she'll be happy to help with your treatment."