First year scout campers were not informed of any of this. They were just told they had to play a traditional Boy Scout game or else pay an embarrassi...g forfeit. Although only the scouts, and not the Master, participated in the game, it was Brad who set the rules. And this year he told the senior scout in charge about a new rule to be added, which made the forfeits much more interesting and amusing.On the final camp night Brad took Jerry aside before lights-out to tell him to be wearing his. “He’s firing,” Camp screamed as he tried to lock onto the jinking image on his guns’ screen. Then after a pause as he struggled with his gun’s controls, “I can’t get a fucking lock...” he hissed out.“Fire anyfuckingway,” Worthington yelled out even as a bolt from the Colonel’s interceptor barely touched their screens, causing an eerie screeching sound as its energy glanced away.“With us jinking, and him jinking, too, I can’t fucking hit anything.”“Keep fucking firing, we’ll be coming down his. In the last several hundred years this had become SOP (standard operating procedure). Father complained that sex had become too much like work, just another job to be done.“Wendy port me onto the bridge or whatever you call it. We have a lot of work to do and I need to get started. Eternity waits for no-man and all that rubbish, ha, ha. We might as well get started. Have you made up the crew list yet Wendy?” Eric asked.“Yes, we have Eric.”“WE” Eric questioned.“Yes Eric your Father and me have. This felt just as amazing but he did not last as long, because he abruptly exploded inside my womb, filling me with more warm semen. After he pulled out of me, I sat up and looked down at my cunt. There was a puddle of spunk that had leaked from it and I felt my bush was soaked. I looked over at Helena, who had been moaning and screaming like crazy as the other black guys fucked her wildly. She was just a messy as me. The men asked if they could stay the night and we were more than happy about.