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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
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Girl's Camp Counselor
By Paul Sutherland
Chapter 1
My name is James Doone, I'm twenty-five, and I'm a fitness
buff. Until that summer in the Rockies, I thought I was just a
normal sort of guy, no kinks, the usual sexual preferences, and
happily married to a girl who was also a physical education
teacher.
So, when I applied for a summer job with Camp Good Health
Inc., I was outraged by the personnel officer's line of
questioning. He wanted to know if I had a record, and I replied,
honestly, that I was clean. Then he pushed further and asked if I
had ever had "relations" with a minor.
Well, I turned red with anger and he must have seen the look
in my eye because he hastily assured me it was a routine line of
questioning. Every applicant, he told me, had to be carefully
screened because parents sent their offspring to the summer camp
in good faith; and it was up to him to see that faith would not be
shattered.
He went on to ask about my sex life with my wife. I told him
to mind his own business, but that it was normal. He asked me
what normal was. I finally told him twice a week was as normal as
I ever wanted to be. Little did I know that I almost blew the job
with that answer.
But he went on to dig into my past, and when he heard that I
had been working with kids ever since I left college, he was much
nicer to me. And before the month was over, I had been notified
that the job was mine.
At the end of May I drove up to the camp. It was a big
place, long huts set among the trees, gravel paths and rolling
lawns, sports fields, and a central building made of brick which
housed administration and indoor activities. All this had been
fenced in with ten foot high wire fences with barbed wire on the
top.
Around the camp, several mountain peaks rose way up into the
light cloud obscuring the blue sky. It was very peaceful, not an
unnatural sound, just birds and the gentle wind easing through the
treetops. Several of the instructors had already arrived, and
were sitting on benches outside the administration building.
We introduced ourselves. A tall, thin man called Lester
Phipps told me he was there as a dietitian, and a strong tanned
fellow by the name of Mark Dennis was in my department, that of
PT. The only girl in our little band of early worms was called
Elsa, and she attracted me strongly.
Tall and blonde, tanned evenly and golden, she wore a simple
white shift and sandals. Her eyes were wide open and blue, a
quality of innocence in them that appealed to me. And her hair
was yellow as straw, but soft as silk, and gathered in a loose
knot at the nape.
She smiled at me when I told her my name, her mouth wide,
teeth white and even. For a second I had a vision of that mouth
around my cock, sucking at it like my wife would never do. Then I
felt ashamed and pushed it out of my mind.
"Want to walk around?" I suggested. "I'd like to get the
feel of this place before the others arrive."
"Great idea," she said, and we left Phipps and Dennis to
their own devices.
She walked with a long, springy step, as if the energy
bottled up inside her was about to explode into an unbridled
sprint. I like that in a woman. Her arms swung by her side,
small muscles rippling along her upper arms. She was lithe and
strong, but full-breasted and round-hipped, just as a woman should
be.
We explored the other limits of the camp slowly, checking the
wire, looking inside the orderly huts, and talking about the days
to come. I felt a terrific longing for her suddenly, I don't
exactly know why. I guess it might have been the circumstances--
we were all alone, right at the other end of the entrance, behind
the last hut on a small lawn. The sky had cleared and the sun
fell brightly over everything.
I looked her in the eye, my hand gripping hers. And she
responded. Her hand gripped mine just as hard. Her eyes bored
into me. Wordless we sank to the ground and pressed our lips
against together.
My cock was hard and burning, pressing against my tight
trousers as if it meant to burst them. Her hand caressed it
briefly, tracing the outline of my knob. Quickly I shed my
clothes, watching her slip out of her shift. She stood up
straight, her arms bending back to undo the snap of her bra. When
it came loose, the bra fell off, sliding down her arms, to reveal
firm, upstanding tits, white as snow, with big pink nipples.
Her panties followed, and she stood before me with the tan of
her body interrupted by the whiteness of her tits and her ass, as
if she was wearing a subcutaneous garment. Our naked bodies met,
standing toe to toe, embracing each other and feeling muscle and
tit, cock and cunt, meet.
I slid my hands down her back, savoring the smoothness and
the firmness of her flesh, the way her back sloped inwards to the
small waist, then jutted out suddenly to form two hard but
yielding buttocks separated by a tight furrow. I squeezed her
flesh and drove her loins harder into mine while her hands fumbled
with my aching cock and tried to insert it.
She was in too much of a hurry, I thought to myself, and
gently I moved back, pushing her down onto the lawn. When she
reclined she relaxed a little, and waited while I enjoyed the
spongy firmness of her tits, the flatness of her belly, and
finally the down of her cunt.
But that's where she started to get nervous. My hand moved
deep down between her rounded thighs and pressed into the hot,
hairy crotch in an effort to locate the hole of her passion.
Almost reflexively, her hands shot down and removed my explorer,
to put it back on her tit. I looked at her in surprise but she
avoided my eyes by kissing me fiercely.
Well, I thought, if she wants to play hard to get, that's
okay. We've got all the time we need. And I leaned over her to
take her nipples into my mouth one by one, to suck at them. How
pleasant that was! The more I sucked, the more thrilling it
became. I sank into her tits, deeper and deeper, relishing the
smooth, pulvinated flesh, her nipple becoming hard as a little
bullet. I squeezed the flesh up so that it formed hard balls of
tautness, and let it relax to bury my face into it once more.
She enjoyed that immensely. Her breathing became labored,
and her torso twisted excitedly with every new development. Once
again I sent my free hand to sneak down to her little arbor,
almost reaching the top of her cleft before she literally threw my
hand off.
I sat up, pissed by now, hard and frustrated, and earnestly
desirous of touching her cunt with everything I had. "What the
fuck is the matter with you?" I asked heatedly. "You think my
hand isn't good enough for your cunt?"
"I just don't like people to touch me there," she said
sullenly, averting her eyes.
"Are you crazy? You mean no one ever ate you out or jerked
you off?"
"Certainly not!" Her eyes blazed as she turned her look on
me like a death ray. "That makes me scream when I'm touched
there."
"How do you get on then?" I asked, genuinely curious now.
"Do you enjoy sex or do you just do it."
"Of course. I enjoy it. Just don't touch my box."
I sighed and decided I had better make use of my hard-on
while I had it. I pushed her back into the grass, opened her
legs, keeping my hands at a respectful distance from her blonde
cunt, and waited for her to guide me inside.
Despite her orneriness, it felt good to be fucking her. She
groaned slightly, pushing at my buttocks with every stroke I drove
inside her, and generally let me know I was doing all right. But
there was something amiss, I couldn't put my finger on it though
and kept on fucking.
I could tell by her steady breathing that I was getting
nowhere. Though my dick is by no means a toddler, and my
technique has been refined by years of trying to give my wife a
climax, I was faltering. She was, I thought, just like my wife.
You could plug away all night and get nowhere. It was so
discouraging!
Suddenly a rage welled up inside of me, a vindictive white
hot anger. If she wouldn't fuck with me, I would fuck on her, and
that was that!
I threw out all consideration and sensitivity, to plough into
her like she was a piece of liver, or a blow-up dummy of Jayne
Mansfield. Screw her orgasm and screw her finer feelings, I would
fuck her like a pig!
I fucked violently, driving my prick up her moist cunt as my
hands mauled her soft tits to my heart's content. Banging away,
thinking only of myself, having fantasies about other women and
other sex symbols while I raved on top of her, impervious to her
existence.
She must have sensed it because she began trying to throw me
off. She might as well have tried to topple the Rock of
Gibraltar! I was on to stay. Slamming my prick up her nearly dry
cunt, I relished the friction and the elasticity of stubborn
flesh.
I came with a sharp jolt and got off immediately. She lay on
the ground, her legs still open, her eyes filled with reproach as
if I had violated her favorite pet. But I was in no mood to
console her. I threw my clothes on and waited for her to get
dressed with my back towards her.
When we walked back to the administration building, she
apologized for her "idiosyncrasy," and groped for a psychological
reason for it. Her parents, she said, had always taught her that
the vagina is dirty and to be shunned. Perhaps that was it!
"A lot of parents tell their kids that," I said roughly, "but
a lot of kids grow out of inhibitions like that just the same."
"You think there's something deeply wrong with me?"
"Could be--I don't know. I've never come up against such a
problem before."
I could see she was really worried. Her big blue eyes were
clouded with it, her high, smooth brow was creased with tiny
frowns. But since I didn't know what to say, I kept silent.
We reached the administration block to find a dozen other
instructors there. Introductions became confusing, in the end we
just laughed and said we'd catch the names later.
The rest of the day was filled with instructions, rules,
lectures, and finally, towards the end of the afternoon, bus loads
of noisy kids, all between the ages of ten and fifteen. They were
all city kids, kind of tough and pale, and all girls.
Because it was a girls' camp, there were only the three male
instructors, myself included, and the other twelve were women. I
looked them over and saw nothing to excite me. Only Elsa looked
fetching and sexy. The others stood around like concentration
camp guards, middle-aged and squat, like small patrol tanks.
And because there were only three males in the whole camp, we
got an enormous amount of attention from the girls coming out of
the buses. They poured out like syrup and gathered around the
instructors, eyeing them off with a kind of insolence that was
entirely new to me. It felt as if they had the numbers, and they
could do as they pleased. It was an odd sensation, one that made
me shiver briefly.
The patrol tanks organized the girls in alphabetical squads
and marched them off to various huts where they were to deposit
their belongings and get indoctrinated. I looked after their
retreating figures, all those young buttocks swinging under thin
cloth, budding tits and the first sprouts of pubic hair pressing
against the material, young snatches that had not yet tasted man,
nor knew what to expect.
Again, that tremor ran through me like a little earthquake.
I shook my head and carted my baggage over to the room I'd been
given. It was a comfortable little place, designed for one
person. A single bunk, a wooden table and chair, a matching chest
of drawers, and a mantle radio. Spartan, but I was glad to get so
far away from my wife's vulgar attempts at redecorating our home
in neo-occidental or early Filipino rococo. The whole house was a
veritable museum of bad taste.
Later, just as the evening meal was finished and I began the
short walk back to my room, a girl rushed up to me and insisted on
introducing herself to me as Laura. I shrugged and said my name
was James, and she clapped with delight, as if I had just asked
her to make a deal.
"I saw you when we got off the bus this afternoon," she told
me, walking alongside me uninvited, "and I thought you looked very
handsome, like a very nice person who I'd like to get to know."
I looked down at her. She was about five feet tall, twelve
if she was a day, her thin halter top giving way to slight tits,
her tight pants pushed out by firm little buttocks. She was cute.
Big brown eyes, her hair wavy and long, upturned nose and red
cheeks, a bright little girl I decided.
"So here I am," she went on, skipping to keep up with my long
strides. "Do you mind this? I mean, are you upset that I
disturbed you or anything?"
"Not at all," I said diplomatically. "I like to get to know
the kids."
"I'm not a kid!" she exclaimed, cross now, her high voice
rising, "and I'm not just one of the kids either--I'm Laura, I'm a
person!"
"Okay, I'm sorry," I said, seeing her eyes flash, "but you
must understand that with a couple of hundred kids here, you get
to see people in terms of numbers."
I don't know why I explained myself to such lengths, but she
seemed satisfied. She walked along till we reached the door of my
room, and I paused to take my leave of her.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked.
"You'd have to be kidding!" I said, shocked at the idea.
"They'd run me out of here on a rail!"
"Oh, I see, you're chicken," she said, and turned away.
"Okay, chicken, I'll see you after midnight."
Before I could say any more she had disappeared into the
evening. I shrugged my shoulders and went inside. The fresh
mountain air had made me tired and I soon sank into a sound sleep.
I would have slept till late into the morning, but suddenly I was
shaken awake.
I sat up. It was pitch black all around me. I asked who was
there, and a high-pitched voice answered me in a conspiratorial
whisper, "It's me, Laura, be quiet!"
"Get out of here!" I whispered, already having visions of
ignominy and a life in the streets. "What're you trying to do,
ruin me?"
"Nobody knows I'm here," she said, and I heard the rustling
of clothes. "I checked. I'm careful and I'll be gone before
anyone's out looking. Now be cooperative or I'll scream."
"Oh damn it!" I groaned, falling back into the pillow. I
felt the bedclothes lift and suddenly her tender warm body was
close to mine. My eyes were becoming accustomed to the dark by
this time, and I saw her shining eyes looking into mine.
"Girls grow up faster than boys, don't you know that?" she
whispered.
"And Laura grows up faster than girls," I said sarcastically,
fighting back the sharp eroticism of the situation. "Now get out
of here before you do something you might regret later."
"I know what I'm doing, James," she said, trying to sound
very adult. "My mother has told me all about these things."
"If your mother knew you were here right now she'd kill you!"
"Maybe. But she doesn't know, and I'll be the last to tell
her."
She sounded smug, and I felt her little hand on my cock. To
my shame it was as hard as a rock, and she chuckled deep down in
her throat when she noticed that. Reassured, she nestled in even
closer, and I felt the soft, sparse down on her chubby little cunt
brush up against my thigh.
At this point I lost what self-control I had, and gave in
utterly to the welter of brand new sensations that had been
building up inside of me. Her slender, silken body, her hard
little tits and the firm young buttocks all became the object of
my hottest caresses, switching from my former adult stance to one
of hedonistic enjoyment in one second.
Her little arms embraced me, her head against my hairy chest
as her narrow loins crushed into mine. Slowly, savoring the
forbiddenness of it all, my hand went down to feel her little
cunt--and there it was, in my hand, practically naked to the
touch, its wide cleft accentuated by its chubbiness, hot and
moist, slippery.
And while I groped around, sensing her silken purse with
every nerve at my disposal, she stroked my prick and balls with
all the zeal of a child with a new toy. My cock felt twice as
hard and twice as big as it had earlier in the day with Elsa. It
was so erect it almost pulled me up to the ceiling.
Suddenly I became suspicious. I pushed her back and padded
over to the door. I unlocked and opened it to look out into the
darkness to see if anyone was near. Not a sound, nothing came to
my eye. I locked the door again and checked the one window in my
hut. The curtain was big and thick enough to protect us from the
most piercing of peeping toms.
With a sigh of relief I switched on the little lamp and
looked down into the bed. Laura's big brown eyes looked back at
me, sparkling with mischief mingled with an oddly womanish kind of
arousal. The covers had been kicked to the floor, and she
stretched out naked.
Her breasts were like upturned saucers, white, with pink and
innocent nipples. Little shoulders of chicken bone delicacy, her
torso straight and narrow all the way down her firm hips, brown
where her bikini had left her exposed to the sun, white loins with
that charming little cleft poking out pertly.
I could hardly breathe, and I was trembling so hard I had to
sit down in a hurry or fall down. Never before had I been so
aroused, so totally hard, and focused on the one cunt. She
consumed me. And she knew it.
As soon as I was back on the bed, she took the red knob of my
throbbing dick into her mouth, stretching her lips to the utmost.
She barely managed to encompass it, and the pressure on it sent
delicious chills coursing through my whole body. I looked at the
way her back curved when she was in that position, slender,
sinewy, suddenly blooming into two jutting, round buttocks, firm
as footballs, untouched by housewifery or nuptial drudgery.
I lay down alongside her, after gently dissociating my prick
from her eager lips, and slid down into her crotch. I had to
taste her, lick her, eat her up! Smooth lips, silken, firm,
smelling of baby powder, piss, and the womanly odor of mushrooms.
A delicious combination! My head reeled as my tongue ran down
between her parted cunt lips, licking up secretions from her
excited hole.
And then, at long last, after I had tortured myself for
minutes with residual decencies and qualms, I shoved my tongue up
her cunt hole as far as it would go. It passed through a tight,
elastic washer to get inside, and she groaned as it gave way to
me. I thought of the inflated cock pulsing between my legs, and
wondered if my tongue wasn't enough for her for a few years to
come.
I held her tight buttocks in my hands, cupping them and
squeezing them while my tongue worked into the walls of her cunt,
licking at the olive juices oozing out and breaking new ground.
My prick was wedged between my belly and the sheets, rubbing back
and forth in the vain, and subconscious, hope that I would blow
before I would be driven to make love with her.
But she had ideas of her own. Her childish voice turned
womanly while my tongue fucked her, and told me to do it to her.
"Do what?" I asked, interrupting my licking for a moment.
"You know what," she said, her breathing harsh and irregular.
"You have to do to me what grownups do."
I didn't answer, but her words brought a mad rush of
excitement to me. Still, I was unprepared, and I did my best to
postpone the moment. First I raised her ass and brought my tongue
down to her little asshole, pushing my tongue in and causing her
to jerk spasmodically, still begging me to fuck her.
Again I thought of the size of my prick and that tight little
hole. It was impossible! She would die if I took her seriously.
And yet the thought grew and took shape in my head. I could
already feel her tight ring gripping my prick, the popping of the
cherry, entering uncharted territory, smooth and warm and wet.
Despite myself I moved up higher, just tempting myself,
determined to just touch her cunt with my knob before retreating.
And when I was there I thought I'd push it up a little, just to
show her how impossible it would be.
Laura didn't seem to care. Her teeth sank into my neck as
she opened her legs wide and submitted her body to me. No longer
was I dealing with a novice--she was all woman.
I slipped it further into her cunt hole, taking advantage of
the spit and the juices already there to drive my swollen knob in
even further. Already we were in deeper than I had thought
possible, and my dick showed no signs of stopping.
Suddenly she uttered a muffled cry, her teeth sank deeper
into my flesh drawing blood, and her nails raked painfully down my
back. I felt something warm and viscous flow over my balls, and I
knew she had arrived. From there on in, I showed no compunction.
Lubricated and wide open now, her cunt took all of me and could
have done with more. I rammed and thrust, while she pressed her
face into my chest to stop her cries from being heard all over the
camp.
I don't think she came on that first night, nor did it
matter. I knew that losing her virginity excited her much more
than the finest orgasm could. And I felt proud at having done
such a good job on her.
We lay in each other's arms for some time after we completed
our fuck. Our breathing mixed into a duet of gulping pants,
gradually slowing down into regular deep breaths, just as our
bodies slowly returned to normal. She said she felt pain, but
that it was a beautiful pain, and she wished it pained her more.
We talked for some time before she left, and I got her to
tell me why she had been so determined to lay me. It seems her
girlfriends back home had all got rid of their cherries long ago,
and she was the only one on the block still burdened with one.
"So naturally I wanted to be rid of it," she said, now
sounding more like a child trying to sound adult, instead of the
woman she had become momentarily, "and when I saw you I had this
feeling right inside here," she rubbed her loins, "that you would
be the one to do it. Why waste time, right?"
I laughed and told her she had to be crazy for being in such
a hurry. "You're a very pretty girl, somebody would have done it
for you soon enough."
"I don't intend to waste my life waiting for boys to ask me,"
she said tartly, "and you're a good example. What would have
happened if I hadn't insisted? You would have ignored me and we
would have missed out on all this."
From the mouths of babes and fools, I reflected, come the
biggest truths of all--something like that. But it was getting
late, and I sent her off to bed with the strict warning not to
breathe a word of this to anyone, and especially not to write home
about it, or it would be my neck. She promised. I wouldn't have
been surprised if she knew the legal aspect of her decoration.
Chapter 2
Two days later. Laura had been a little bandy the day
before, but when we set off on our hiking expedition along with
forty other girls, she was as athletic as the best of them. She
was really very pretty, and I had been disappointed that she
didn't visit me the previous night. But maybe her purpose had
been achieved, maybe I had been dropped.
I tried not to think about it. Ridiculous for a grown man to
get wrapped around the finger of a little girl. But then, I
reflected, little girls are often the most dangerous. I
remembered a friend's five-year-old girl who had done such a
number on me one day that I had got as hard as a rock! Coy,
teasing, dropping her pants and pressing her soft little chest
against me at the slightest pretext, the tot had exuded a heavy
sensuality that was all female. I had been shocked and
astonished, and since that time I had viewed all women with equal
suspicion, nine or ninety, it didn't matter to me.
It was a hot day, the sun burning down relentlessly from a
taut blue sky. I led my chattering gaggle through picturesque
glades and up densely wooded slopes. They followed me as if
humoring me. Talking and giggling, they took no notice whatsoever
of nature's works. A few of them lit up cigarettes, affecting a
blase air of the city girl who really finds the country too, too
boring.
I took them several miles into the forest, and I would have
walked all day with them if they hadn't started complaining. Some
wanted to sit down and have a quiet cigarette, others wanted to go
back to camp and sleep, and the rest didn't care just so long as I
didn't exhaust them altogether.
This was something of a dilemma for me. I was used to
handling classes of boys and girls, but not girls alone. Once
again I found out what power they exert on a mere male when
they're all in a bunch. Luckily a compromise presented itself to
me in the form of a small lake, about an acre in area, lapping at
the foot of a thickly forested slope.
"Okay, okay!" I shouted, and the chattering died down a
little. "Here's a good place for you lazy people to take a break.
Smoke, eat, swim, do whatever you like, but shut up!"
With shrill cries, most of them tore off their clothes and
rushed into the cool waters. They dove and splashed, and I sat
down with my back resting up against a tree trunk, to take in the
sights.
Most of the girls were just budding, their buttocks still
boyish and their legs long, stilt-like, vaguely gangling. Their
little cunts were bald as eagles, and their tits, if they had
emerged at all, still looked out of place.
Only a few were already ripe. One dark girl had a brown
thicket of hair covering her generously proportioned box, and
heavy, hard tits that barely quivered when she walked. Brownish
pink nipples riding high, she walked with her shoulders thrown
back, proud and conscious of the stares of the other girls. They
cooed when they saw her pubic hair especially, checking their own
cunts out, and those hanging between the legs of neighbors, before
turning their gaze enviously back to the matted triangle of the
precocious little woman.
This was the girl who hung around me for most of the
afternoon, together with her friend. The little woman's name was
Angela, her friend Doris. And where Angela was fully developed,
womanly, and ripe, Doris was the opposite. Pale, skinny, blonde,
washed-out eyes, a bony chest and protruding pelvic bones, even
her cunt looked thin and undernourished.
They hung together by nature. Every good looking girl has a
plain girl friend who admires her, envies her, and bolsters her
ego whenever it's needed. Doris was Angela's fan club--and I
wouldn't have minded becoming a member.
Apart from Angela's precocious development (she was just
fourteen), she had the face of a sex symbol already. Oval, brown,
her lips a red cupid's bow, her nose small and straight, and her
eyes almond-shaped, turned slightly at the corners. She could
melt a man just by looking at him.
Several times she walked out of the water directly at me, her
long dark hair slicked back over her shoulders, her eyes deep and
unfathomable, those round, high tits with the young nipples
staring at me, and her smooth round belly with its triangle of
hair swaying towards me as if she was challenging me to a sexual
duel. Behind her, like the faithful servant, came Doris, pale,
neutral, and thin, but always ready.
Angela would stand close to me, looking through me, her cunt
inches from my mouth, and address Doris. They would talk about
the weather, with Doris giggling asinine replies. Then she would
turn and walk back into the water, her big round buttocks moving
like oiled orbs. I knew I was staring, and I knew the other girls
were watching my every move--but I couldn't help myself.
They swam for an hour and one by one retired, taking the
towel out of their junior knapsacks and reclining in the shade,
naked as the day they'd been born. What a feast for me! Trying
to seem cool but inwardly burning, I looked up dozens of little
cunts peeking back at me from innocently opened legs or
provocative postures.
Angela was last to come out of the water and took her towel
to stand in front of me again. With a distant look she began to
dry herself, paying inordinate attention to her fully fledged
tits, and drying her box as if she meant to wear the hairs off it.
Doris came up beside her and dried herself down too,
graceless, awkward, trying to copy Angela and failing. I just sat
there and looked directly into Angela's box. What was the point
pretending I didn't care? The girls were all watching me like
hawks, and doubtless Laura had told them of our midnight tryst.
"Why don't you take a swim, sir?" Angela said in a surprising
voice. I had expected her to sound husky throaty as if she'd been
smoking since the crib. Instead, her voice came out reedy and
silvery, like a five year old boy without balls.
"I don't have my costume," I replied.
"Come on, sir!" all the girls yelled as if conducted, "take a
swim!"
"We don't have costumes either," Angela reminded me primly.
"Do we, Doris?"
"No," said Doris. "We don't have costumes."
"I'm sorry," I said firmly, "but that would contravene camp
regulations."
"And I know something else that broke the rules," said a
voice from the crowd. Laura stood up and gave me a big,
cautioning smile. I sighed and took my clothes off and they all
cheered, and dove into the water.
It was as if the fleet of Lilliput was after me. Dozens of
girls jumped in after me, swimming with short, brisk strokes while
I headed for the center of the lake to get away from them.
Angela, it seemed, had earned her tits by exercise. Swimming.
She was right behind me, no matter how I poured the juice on.
And, towing along in her wake, was Doris.
The others dropped away as the three of us tore across the
smooth surface of the lake. I kept looking around to see if they
had given up yet, but no, there was Angela's head, just visible
above the water while her strong arms dug in and out to keep her
hot on my trail. And just behind her was the head of Doris.
We reached the opposite shore and sank down on the grassy
embankment exhausted. Angela lay down beside me, her chest
heaving, her tits quivering, wet and beat. And Doris lay
alongside her, near death.
"You can certainly swim," I told Angela. And she, despite
her tiredness, answered she could do more than swim--for the right
guy. "Oh, come on," I replied. "You're only fourteen, what do
you know about things like that."
"Enough," she said cryptically, and Doris added, "She knows
everything."
"You'll only get me into trouble," I said, my eyes drinking
in her firm tits and hard belly which were gleaming in the sun.
"They'll fire me. You wouldn't want that would you?"
"It won't happen--if you cooperate."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"We know all about Laura and you," she said calmly, "and you
have our word that it won't go any further, just as long as you
cooperate."
I could hardly believe it! In her silvery angel's voice she
was laying down the law to me as if she was the head of the
toughest gang in town. Oh well, I thought, if they're going to
blackmail me into it, I may as well enjoy it.
"Okay, I'll buy your silence with my cooperation. What do
you want me to do?"
"I want you to make love to me," Angela said curtly, "and I
want you to show Doris what it's like too."
"Yes," said Doris. "I want to know about it too."
"So what do you think is a good opening?" I asked.
Angela looked at me for a moment, then determinedly took my
prick and tried to stuff it up her dark, downy cunt. I lay back
and watched this little spectacle, letting her perform while I
relished the electric tingles of pleasure shooting up through me.
In the end she became peeved and asked if I always let the
woman do all the work. I laughed, and began to cooperate in all
seriousness.
I motioned her to come sit on my face, and she straddled my
mouth with tense excitement. Then I directed Doris to get her
lips around my prick and make it stand up. She thought that
sounded like fun and attacked my prick with gusto. And while her
thin lips did their best to take all of my limpness inside, I let
my tongue rove in Angela's softly overgrown cunt.
It was a fat little thing, swollen and firm, opening easily
to give me a generous view of her tight pink cunt hole. She
looked down at me, her hands timidly stroking her big tits,
waiting for my tongue to take its toll on her stability.
She didn't have long to wait. I located her tiny clitoris
and gave it everything I had. Circling it with my tongue,
nibbling at it with my teeth, sucking it out and drawing at it,
till it was time to get back down to the pit again. I shoved my
tongue up her cunt. She tasted like Laura, but more womanly, more
mushroom than baby powder.
My prick rose and filled Doris' mouth to bursting point. She
gagged and coughed, but bravely returned to purse her lips around
the throbbing head, her little hands working around the base of my
cock and down into my big balls. It felt good. For an amateur
she was making a lot of professionals look stupid.
I rested for a moment, content to look up into Angela's dark
box, fingers idly caressing her clit, and prying up her cunt,
rimming her anus. She had her eyes tightly closed and breathed
only with effort. Her chest heaved and I had to squeeze her tits
briefly before returning my attention to her cunt.
She was wet and restless, her hips shuddering with an
unearthly rhythm, so that I found it difficult to put my tongue in
the right place. But it seemed that any part of her little cunt
at all was a good place, and so I began licking with abandon,
slobbering all the way up and all the way down, tasting her and
kissing her, sucking more juice out of her hole when she paused
for a second, waiting for her to explode.
Doris worked on my prick most conscientiously, but I got the
feeling the whole affair was lost on her. And so I told her to
bring her bare cunt over to where I could get my fingers into it.
I felt sorry for her. All her life she would have to play second
riddle to somebody, at least I could give her a little break.
She shuffled over on her haunches, her cunt open for my
prying fingers to do their utmost. With one hand I held Angela
down over my face and with the other I did everything in my power
to stimulate Doris into a self-forgetful reverie in case I
couldn't satisfy both girls.
She was getting the hang of it, quicker than I thought she
would. Her pale, thin loins bobbed over my two fingers till they
were up her snatch to the knuckles, and the juices ran wild! I'd
never seen such a wet girl. Dripping down over my hand, and down
the inside of her thighs, pouring as if somebody had knocked over
the container.
I almost forgot about Angela in my attempt at reducing Doris
to an insentient jelly of ecstasy. But the downy hot box pressing
into my mouth made her impossible to forget. I bit into her,
shielding her tender flesh from my teeth by keeping my lips
between them. She groaned and began to thrash about.
Automatically I rolled over and covered her body with mine.
Her eager hands guided my prick inside. She was wide open and
loose. I was amazed at the capaciousness of her cunt, Angela must
have lost her virginity to a super stud when she was ten, I
thought, while my prick banged inside barely touching the walls of
her dripping wet cunt.
Doris adjusted her position to fit in with us. She lay with
her ass against the top of Angela's skull so that I could eat her
out while fucking her friend. Pissy and tangy, a little sharper
than Angela's box, and running wet, she excited my senses so much
that I had to grit my teeth to stop from blowing. I hoed into
her, meanwhile ploughing my prick into Angela's quivering cunt
relentlessly.
They were both moaning and groaning, shaking and begging for
more. I was like a ten-armed god, titillating, eating, squeezing,
and fucking, absorbed completely in their flesh and smell,
listening to their love songs with eager ears. Angela's cunt
slurped loudly with every stroke and her fists beat against the
grass in an effort to contain all of the passions coursing through
her young body. Doris was squealing high and loud, her voice
echoing reedily through the forest.
I saw Doris' face, tense, pale, her eyes shut tight, her
mouth wide open, and I decided it was her turn next. Without
warning I withdrew my prick from Angela's cunt and stood up to
seize Doris' thin body with both arms. For a moment fear flashed
through her eyes, but I gave her no chance to think about it. I
turned her around so that she found support against a tree trunk,
and shoved my greasy prick right up her tiny cunt.
She screamed high, like a whistle, and began to droop. I
held her up and pushed the dick further inside. She was wet and
ready, but suddenly she squealed again and the trickle of blood
that ran down my thrusting prick told me I had scored yet another
cherry.
This excited me beyond reason. I drew back once more and
this time drove it in to the hilt, splitting her almost in two.
Angela came over and helped to steady her struggling friend, one
hand on her own hairy twat to keep the juices flowing for when I
came back.
But for the time being I was more than happy with Doris.
Skinny she might be, but her cunt was a masterpiece. Inside,
muscles quivered and massaged around cock, producing the weirdest
thunderstorms of emotions in my loins. I fucked harder and her
box worked harder. It was not something she did deliberately.
Rather it was a gift, a consolation prize for having been born
plain. The boys would get the message down the grapevine soon,
and Doris would be snatching them out of Angela's arms, if only
for five minutes at a time.
She brought me to the brink of blowing. I withdrew all but
my throbbing knob and waited for a few seconds till the sperm
subsided. Then I started all over again, slamming it inside,
parting her naked cuntlips and extending her hole to the maximum.
Doris no longer made a sound. Her thin back shook and
swayed, her hands clutched the tree trunk as if it was the only
thing left in her world, and her full weight was resting on Angela
by now, since her knees had turned to jelly. In one way she was a
pathetic sight, in another she was the perfect fuck.
I reamed up her cunt till I came close to blowing again and
pulled out. It was as if she had been de-boned. She collapsed in
a sobbing heap on the ground, released by Angela who was already
busy trying to stuff my prick up her cunt again. Patiently, I
laid the full-bodied girl on the ground and fucked her some more,
slowly this time, taking it easy, curious to see how long this
child-woman would last.
Pretty soon she started to breathe with that special urgency
that heralds an orgasm. I raised my loins slightly so that my
prick would rasp against the top of her cunt and give her clitoris
that extra booster. She began to growl, her childish voice
cracking, faster and faster, till she came apart in a fireworks
orgasm. Her face screwed up tight for a second, then relaxed into
a beatific smile while her body wilted and melted into liquid.
Doris was still on the ground, an intense look in her eyes as
both hands attempted to exhort a climax from her soaking cunt.
Once again I was moved by her predicament, and so I walked over
and slid my prick up her cunt for dessert. She cried out, her ass
high into the air and her face on the ground, her body open to me.
I slashed it up her and grabbed her skinny hips with both
hands to ram her back and forth till I thought her eyes might drop
out of her head. She loved it. Yelling and encouraging me, she
let herself get dragged and pulled around, her face skittering
over the grass along with her bony knees. Her cunt slurped like a
bilge pump and farted out air pockets while I poked it up with all
my might.
Then she came. With the force of a shotgun she exploded into
a thousand pieces, threshing and crying, her mouth wide open and
gulping in much needed air, before she fell back and grinned
weakly up at me.
I stood over them both with my throbbing prick in my hand and
delivered a number of strokes to it. The sperm squirted out over
their prostrate, naked girlish bodies, dropping on them in white
wads which they curiously licked up. Then I sat down heavily and
rested for a bit.
Half an hour later we swam back. The girls were still
swimming, some of them asleep in the grass, others already dressed
waiting to go back to camp. Our return was cheered and hooted.
Some of the older girls gave me knowing looks, their evil eyes
checking out my limp and shrunken prick.
Then Angela and Doris appeared, and another cheer went up.
Angela grinned broadly and affected an exaggerated bandy walk.
But Doris blushed and quickly put on her clothes.
I took Angela aside and impressed upon her the need for
keeping this a secret.
"Don't worry," she said, favoring me with a melting smile.
"I know where it's at."
"That's kind of you."
"Not at all," she said, turning around to get her clothes.
"I just know that if I play ball, you'll play ball, right?"
"Yeah, right," I said, watching her undulating buttocks walk
away from me. Cunning as a shithouse rat, that girl, but
trustworthy enough.
I counted heads and led my party through the woods, roughly
into the direction of Camp Good Health. My sense of direction has
never been too good. If I'm faced with a choice of directions, I
will invariably pick the wrong one. This has become such a strict
pattern, that lately I've taken to going into the direction
opposite to the one I choose to go in originally, and so far it's
worked. However, on that day I took an entirely erroneous course
and landed back at the lake.
Just as I was about to turn back and find a tree to climb, I
heard a strange noise. I came in closer, motioning for the girls
to shut up. Sensing a distraction, they did, and watched as I
crept through the bushes.
Then I saw them. Else and two girls, a third standing watch.
They were all naked, Elsa lying back on the grass with one girl
between her legs, another on her face, all of them sucking and
being sucked, writhing around and groaning earthily.
Angela appeared at my side to take a look. I tried to shoo
her away, but it was too late. Her eyes grew round and feverish
at the sight, her hand unconsciously slipping down to her crotch
to satisfy whatever pangs might spring up. Next to arrive was
Doris, and then they were all craning their necks to get a good
look.
Elsa and her friends had noticed nothing. The sentinel was
far too absorbed in the tangle of bodies at their feet to bother
looking around. As for the trio, all they could see or hear was
cunt.
Elsa got up on her knees after shaking her friends off
gently, and began licking the sentinel's box with long strokes.
She trembled, her girl's face flushing with the unmodulated
sensations coursing through her, and she had to hold on to Elsa's
blonde head for support.
She had certainly chosen well. The two girls got up and
watched Elsa regale the sentinel. Both were quite well built for
their age, straight backed with round little asses and tender
budding tits with pink, delicate nipples. Blonde and freckled
like Elsa, innocent eyes like Elsa, they might all be her
daughters to look at them.
One of them stepped up closer and took Elsa's big hairy cunt
in her hand, to squeeze and knead it while Elsa's tongue slipped
up the trembling sentinel's cunt. What a contrast, I thought,
between the naked little cunt and Elsa's densely overgrown pussy.
Little girls get bigger every day.
The girls in my party began to giggle. I supposed they were
amused to see women do it together, that is, if they had seen men
and women do it together. I tried to keep them quiet, because
Elsa had the sentinel on the ground and was starting to fuck her
with her pubic bone gnashing into the girl's cunt--but the
giggling grew till they alarmed the fucking foursome.
Elsa jumped up, her eyes wider than ever, scanning the
bushes. When she saw me she became furious and opened her mouth
to curse me out--but then she saw forty pairs of eyes around me,
and her mouth fell to like a steel trap.
Some sense of mutual respect made us all withdraw. The girls
in my party had enough on Elsa and me to send us up the river for
years to come, but I knew they had other plans. The victorious
look Angela threw me, and the smug smile on Laura's face was
enough to tell me that.
We got back to the camp in time for dinner, after which we
sat around the fire like idiots and sang songs. Angela sat at one
side of me, Laura on the other as if guarding their property. I
wondered who would visit me that night, and then I began to wonder
if they'd keep me waiting long.
I was developing quite a taste for young flesh. This thought
alarmed me a little, but then I shrugged. Whatever I might
decide, these fiends in girl's clothing had me in their power.
Nothing persuades like blackmail.
Chapter 3
On the way back to my cabin I ran into Mark Dennis the
muscular bronzed hero of all Good Health. He gave me a broad
smile and invited me into his room for a drink. I agreed and
followed him inside.
His place was the same as mine, except for one or two
important details. First, he had a cocktail cabinet filled with
liquor and fitted into the wall, and second he had three little
girls resting on his bed watching a portable television. Mark saw
the look on my face. "Shocked, old boy? Don't worry. This is my
fifth consecutive year here and believe me, if you don't fuck
yourself silly here the girls will rip off your balls."
"But the rules," I stammered, "I mean, what if you're
caught?"
"Who's going to catch me?" he shrugged. "All those middle-
aged ladies you saw organizing the girls are too busy planning
Snakes & ladders tournaments. Of course, now and then you get a
girl with principles who wants to lift the lid, but the other
girls deal with that. A little internal terrorism, you know what
I mean?"
One of the girls on his bed, a pretty thing dressed in very
tight, crotch-hugging shorts, lit a cigarette and took a sip of
her drink, her eyes unwaveringly fixed on the television. The
other two lit up as well.
"I see," I said slowly. "But what about the director of this
place? Doesn't he care about what happens?"
"The director has a postage stamp collection that's dearer to
him than anything in the world," Mark shrugged. "If you bother
him with anything but philately, he's likely to snap your head
off."
"Sounds ideal, and here I was taking all sorts of
precautions, that seems silly now."
"You know," he said slowly, raising his martini glass up
high, "I have never asked for a raise in pay." He laughed and we
drank it down.
He poured another, and freshened the drinks of his girls.
One of them complained how hot it was and removed her halter top.
She was pretty well built for her age, he thought. She stroked
her breasts and gave me a sidelong glance. I felt my cock throb,
but I fought it down. With my choice running into the hundreds I
wasn't about to be bulldozed by anyone.
We drank to our month at the Camp, and then I returned to my
cabin. For a moment I felt like a pop star who comes back to his
apartment only to find the hallways choked with eager groupies.
There were about six of them, all sitting on my doorstep, some
more inside, and others hanging around the hut with a nonchalant
air about them. It was up to me to say who could come and who
could go without.
I ran my eyes over them--young, lissome, some as flat-chested
as boys, others with their shoulders thrown back to accentuate the
little plums under their flimsy tops. A few of the girls were in
nighties, far too short, their long foal's legs loosely crossed to
give me tantalizing glimpses of naked cunts, hot and new.
I couldn't come to a decision. Finally I told them all to
undress and we would decide by means of a contest. They all stood
outside my cabin in a row. Naked, their little bodies shining in
the lights, cleft little chubs poking out from between their legs,
naive little cunts and unbruised little tits. I gazed into their
eyes, and they too were innocent. But a little spark of mischief
danced in them.
Apprentice women, I thought, about to submit their bodies to
the instructor in an attempt at broadening their lives.
"Okay, I want you all to race to that hut over there and
back. The first two to get here will spend the night with me."
As if set off by the same trigger, the girls began running
like dervishes towards the indicated hut, their little buttocks
shaking and twisting with the effort. Long gawky legs pounded
over the grass. Squeals and nervous giggles resounded through the
night. The first one touched the hut and turned to head back, but
other girls got in her way and made her trip. She struggled to
her feet, crying out, getting in the way of others who fell and,
in their turn, tripped up running girls.
A ball of naked girls fighting to disentangle themselves. I
stared intensely, my eyes searching out the little boxes from the
heap, my eyes peeling away the darkness to see more closely.
Finally, a figure broke loose and ran straight for me. It was
Doris.
Deep inside I cursed my rotten luck. Poor little Doris. She
was covered in scratches and bruises received from the melee. The
second girl was a lot better. Tall, high breasted, narrow hips
and full ass, she came running at me like a nymphomaniac after a
year in a woman's prison, and for a second I felt timid in the
face of such sexual drive.
But then I took them both inside and slammed the door shut
before the other contestants could take their anger out on me.
For a few minutes there was shrill arguing going on outside, but
eventually they all went to bed to take care of themselves.
I waited till Doris and the other girl, Irene, had caught
their breath, meanwhile admiring Irene. In the dark she had
looked good, but in the light she looked even better. Her skin
was dark, her eyes a deep brown, but her hair was a natural yellow
color, a fact born out by the thin fuzz on her cunt.
This beauty's tits were almost on her shoulders, they were so
high, and she had high cheekbones, a touch of oriental in her
blood I guessed. She was a true beauty, thirteen, perhaps
fourteen, but already poised and sure of herself.
I took my clothes off and Doris immediately huddled up
between my legs to bring life to my prick. I took Irene by the
hand and drew her close to me. Now that she was the girl for the
night, I could see she was having grave doubts, and would take any
excuse to get out of here.
She began to tremble when I took hold of her, her eyes
nervously flicking to the busy head of Doris. I patted her
paternally, soothing words coming from my mouth, while my eyes
devoured her. Caressing her, stroking her arms, trying to make
her feel at home, till her eyes became less shifty.
I brought my hand to her tit and carefully brushed over her
tender flesh. Her eyes closed for a moment as if in pain, but her
chest moved closer to me. The next time I touched her more
positively, squeezing her subtly, rolling her nipple between my
fingers till she was totally relaxed.
Only then did I take a handful to knead and, when she showed
pleasure, I leaned over the reclining Doris to kiss her nipples
and suck at the taut flesh, my lips and tongue regaling her tits
with all the pleasures at my disposal. Her breath came less
regularly and her eyes closed to become small slits.
Slowly, my eyes upon her for the slightest misgiving, I ran
my hand down her silken belly and let my fingers rummage through
the fine down covering her pubic bone. How good she felt! She
looked uneasy, her eyes open again and searching mine for
reassurance. I smiled and kissed her on the mouth. Below us
Doris was making slurping sounds around my hard cock.
My hand moved down a fraction, a finger hooking into the top
of her cleft. Smooth and tight, giving elastically when I tugged
at it to get her started. She responded well, her legs opening
ever so slightly, the fear draining from her.
I wanted to eat her up right there, but Doris lay between us
like an old inhibition! I didn't know what to do about her. The
girl was probably unbalanced or something, and might very well be
having delusions about me. Maybe I had been the only person to
treat her nicely. Some girls mistake sex for that. Yet, somehow
I had to get rid of her.
Irene looked at me, then down at Doris, and back at me with a
frown. I nodded, still trying to think up ways of doing away with
Doris without hurting her feelings. She had a way of being
hateful and pitiable at the same time. Still with her mouth
around my dick, slobbering and gagging, her thin frame racked with
deep tremors.
"Damn!" I said suddenly, "I wish we had something to drink in
this place. That's the way to really get turned on."
As I expected, Doris could hardly wait to please me. She
jumped up, her face wet and flushed, and volunteered to borrow
beverages from Mark. I told her that was a great idea and, as
soon as she was out the door, I locked up behind her.
Then I went back to Irene. She was lying back on the bed,
her eyes closed, the light shading her face so that her fine bones
stood out and gave her a regal air. Little girls get bigger by
the minute, I thought to myself, letting my eyes feast on her high
tits, pointed slightly towards her armpits, firm and still, her
nipples rigid. She had her arms by her side, so I could see the
smooth plane of her belly, the way it flowed down into her sparse
little bush.
Her legs were slightly parted, the full cunt open just a
crack. The wide cleft polarized all my senses. My eyeballs felt
like popping, everything in me was drawn towards her, and she lay
there exercising her magnet with lazy assurance.
I stumbled back onto the bed and let my face sink into her
resilient flesh, my tongue licking at her dew, tasting her and
finding she tasted different from any woman or girl I had ever
been with. At first there was almost no taste, just a tingling
fragrance that I identified as bath soap. But as I sucked at her
pink hole, more came down. A subtle taste appeared, setting my
taste buds on end, a fine flavor of crushed leaves and moss.
I couldn't get enough of her. She lay quietly while I tried
to swallow her. I forgot about her. A serious mistake, now that
I look back on it, but I couldn't help myself. This was heaven.
Her smooth little cunt, polished talcum stone but yielding, wet
and hot, those little downy bristles brushing against my nose
while I dug in deeper with my tongue to reach for more fluids, and
the nectar taste, all of it combined to make me lose all self-
control.
Hours could have passed, I don't know. I recall hearing an
hysterical knocking on the door, but it never really registered.
I drank and ate, lost in her loins, eating her asshole along with
her cunt, sinking my teeth into her springy buttocks just to taste
her firmness, and pushing fingers up all orifices. I was a victim
of frenzy, and it wasn't till much later that I thought to see how
she was doing.
To my consternation, there was no expression on her face. If
there was one, it might have been a trace of disgust. For all her
wetness and all her heat, she hadn't enjoyed this one bit. I sat
up, wiping my face and feeling a fool.
"You don't like me to do this?" I asked.
She shook her head, sending her yellow hair flying, "No, not
at all. I mean, it feels nice, but there's something missing.
It's as if you're jerking off over me, like I'm not here."
Her cunning eyes looked into mine with a note of appeal. A
sensitive one, I thought, and wondered how to rectify the
situation.
"That's not true," I told her. "I'm just lost in you, your
beauty and your sexuality. It's all about you, you're the reason
I'm doing all these things. Do you see that?"
"Not really. I mean, we're lovers, so we should talk
shouldn't we? But you haven't said a word."
I was losing my temper. There she was, naked on my bed, the
sexiest little girl in camp, and she wanted to fucking talk! My
prick was burning, it demanded hot action, right now! And she
wanted to discuss the junior prom or something,
"We'll talk later," I said, and pushed her down on the bed,
at the same time covering her body with mine and nudging the
throbbing knob towards her cunt hole. Her eyes opened with fright
at the first contact, and when I pushed it further in she began to
protest.
But I was in no mood to listen. Feeling her silky figure
below me, her helplessness, her distilled sensuality, all of it
made me rock hard and desperate to get inside her young sheath. I
pushed harder and she screamed. That was the end of that cherry,
I thought grimly, and began to poke my dick up further, fighting
against the elastic resistance put up by her little cunt.
I moved my loins back and gave it to her good, not sparing
any of the horses. My cock was inflated with a powerful lust, and
the rest of my body was at low power so as to send all excess
energy down into my prick. I lay over her, all dead weight, my
hands holding on to her fine shoulders for support, my face buried
into the pillow. I felt the spit dribbling out of my mouth and I
was powerless to even swallow.
In and out, out as far as the tip of my knob, in up to the
hilt, widening her cunt despite the fact that she was drying out
down there. The resistance was terrific, it was starting to feel
as if I was fucking a cunt made out of life-like plastic! And it
proved too much for me.
The friction set my prick on fire. My knob contracted as a
spurt of hot sperm rushed up through it, tearing it apart and
blasting up her cunt with gale force. More sperm followed in hot
bursts each salvo draining me of life force. Till finally I
grunted like a bull that's been stuck for the last time and fell
over her.
"Get off!" I heard her say, and small hands pushed at my
shoulders. "Get off you dirty pig!"
I wanted to oblige her, but I couldn't. Vaguely I heard her
insistent demands, and I heard the hysterical knocking again, but
I was on the brink of consciousness, trying to rally. Slowly my
blood flooded out of my prick and back into circulation. And just
as slowly I regained all my senses till I was able to get up off
Irene and stand back to gaze over my handiwork.
Her eyes were shooting sparks of fury at me. For a minute or
so she lay on the bed in the same position, the sperm oozing out
of her box and over the sheets. Blood was mingled with it,
coloring the stain red. She was flecked with sweat and dribble,
there were bruises where my hands were and she was mad.
"You fucking pig!" she said, and it sounded almost comical
coming from her childish lips. "You'll pay for this!"
She jumped up and rushed for the door. I caught her in mid-
flight and threw her back onto the bed.
"Now listen," I said in a reasonable voice, "it's always hard
to take the first time. Give me a second chance and I'll show you
how good it can be."
She stood her ground, quivering with rage, her childish form
taking the sting out of her words. "You disgust me!" she
screamed. "First you put your mouth where I pee and then you
nearly crush me! You've caused me to bleed and you messed me up
inside and now you want me to let you do it again!"
"You don't understand. You'll see how different it is the
next time. Just think how it felt in the beginning before Doris
left. That felt good, didn't it?"
"Yes. But that was before you got disgusting."
"You'll learn later that all men like to do that to a girl as
pretty as you."
"You think I'm pretty?" she said, her manner changing in a
flash. "Prettier than Doris?"
"I'm prettier than Doris," I said, "but I would say you're
the prettiest girl in the whole camp."
"Now you're fibbing," she said, but I could see her glow with
pleasure. She sat back down on the bed and began to wipe herself.
I got a basin of warm water from the shower, some soap and a cloth
with which I rinsed her little cunt free of blood and sperm. Then
I massaged it gently till she said she was all right.
The massaging had made me feel a lot better too. My
fingertips still tingled with the sensation of her full labia. I
kept my face as cool as possible, though, till she announced her
willingness to try again. But my cock kept bobbing nervously,
slowly refilling.
"You see, when I put some of this stuff on you down there, it
won't hurt so much. In fact, it'll give you nothing but pleasure.
Do you want me to put some on you?" I asked, extending the jar of
Vaseline.
She sniffed at it and finally nodded. Her body grew tense as
my finger applied it to the rim of her cunt, but relaxed while I
took my time. Rose pink, almost round, firm and warm, gleaming
under its coat of Vaseline, the mysterious darkness beyond hinting
at untold pleasures. I had trouble holding myself back from
brutally ploughing into her.
But I wasn't about to take any chances. I finished greasing
her, replaced the top on the jar, and sat on the bed beside her.
We talked for a bit, a few laughs, my hands caressing her back and
shoulders, now and then lightly brushing over her tits and belly,
but staying clear of her cunt. And I felt her recline towards me.
She was ready and we both knew it. Her eyes flicked down at
my cock, her shy hand reaching out to stroke it, and hold the knob
like it was a delicate flower. I wanted her to give me some head,
but I knew better than to suggest it. Instead, I took to
stimulating all her parts till she was driven to put both her
little fists around my proud erection and jerk at it
instinctively.
When she felt up to it, she lay back and invited me to enter
her. I told her she'd better get on top of me, that way I
wouldn't crush her. She gave me a dubious look, but complied.
Under my direction, she squatted over my hard cock, and
carefully eased over it. The Vaseline certainly helped. She
almost slipped right down to my pubic bone and had to clutch hold
of me. But then she felt the intense pleasure of it and actually
forced her way down to around my hilt.
She stayed in that position for some time, her tender loins
bobbing over my cock. My hands cupped her taut buttocks and
steadied the motion till my cock was subjected to an intensely
pleasurable rhythm that made me squirm with the effort of holding
back.
It felt so good that I lost my perspective again! Even as I
write this, I feel annoyance at myself for making the same mistake
twice, but what happened, happened, that's history. I closed my
eyes and gripped her spring chicken ass more tightly, savoring
each beat and each buzz-bath of sensations it provided my cock.
Emotions rippled through my system and broke in my head. My
awareness of her physical presence was complete. Her slender
form, her high tits, her boyish buttocks and her long, gawky legs,
all of these were imprinted on my mind.
But I was ignoring the part of her that she thought most
important. Suddenly she got up off me and made for the door. I
snapped out of my euphoria as if somebody had turned the ice water
on me, and jumped up to stop her.
"Let me go!" she yelled, struggling as I dragged her back to
the bed. "You don't care about me! To you I'm just a machine."
I couldn't talk. My mind was a cloud, all I wanted was to
fuck, my cock demanded it, my body seconded the motion, and no
one, especially not this little girl, was going to deny me my
fulfillment!
I threw her on the bed and fell on top of her, my cock
reaming up her oily snatch so that my pubic bone slammed into
hers. She screamed with pain and fear. I didn't care! She had
asked for it.
She shuddered and fought. Her nails raked through my skin
and her teeth bit at me. The pain only intensified my pleasure.
Harder and harder I fucked, my prick plunging in and out with
lightning speed, trying new angles, bumping into new spots,
nothing availed. She kept fighting and spitting, biting and
scratching.
Something happened to me during that tussle. Suddenly her
button-small pink asshole bloomed all over my mind, there was
nothing in the world I wanted except that, and I would have it.
Seeing as she was in such a bad mood anyway, there'd be no harm in
taking it.
I pulled her off me and flipped her around. With quick,
determined movements I slipped a pillow under her belly and pulled
her arms back so her back arched and pushed her little ass
upwards.
There it was. Xanadu! I pushed my oily knob up against her
ass and began pushing so hard my rock-like dick almost snapped in
half. Her screams resounded through the cabin, adding fire to my
fury. I felt my dick slip inside, up the hot, smooth passage, and
get gripped all over by alarmed muscles and nerves.
I blew almost immediately. Using the sperm to slip all the
way inside, I held her pinned down, impaled like a butterfly in a
collection, till my breathing was back to normal and she stopped
screaming. Whimpering, still mad but impotent, she lay still,
just waiting for me to give her a break.
Finally I got up, and like a shot she was at the door,
fumbling with the lock and out. Before she disappeared into the
night, she turned around, waved her clenched fists and shouted,
"You'll pay for this, you pig!"
A few minutes later Doris came inside. Her face was tear
stained, her hair limp from a drizzle of rain that had fallen
while I had been fucking Irene. She looked like a cat that had
drowned.
Since all my nasty emotions had blown themselves out by this
time, I felt sincere pity for her. I invited her inside, closed
the door, and let her crawl into bed with me for the night.
Lovemaking was out of the question, so I just cuddled her till she
fell asleep.
I slept with all the soundness of a man with a good future
ahead of him. Doris' little body lay hard against me, her
breathing regular, her cunt twitching nervously against my ass now
and then as if she was dreaming of things to come. And the cabin
was quiet and peaceful after the evening's struggle.
Little did I know the storm that was brewing up just for me
in the huts surrounding the cabin. As I said before, girls
together form terrible pacts, and if a man doesn't toe their
lines, he might as well wave himself goodbye.
Chapter 4
I noticed the change at breakfast. The fan club that had
sprung up so suddenly, had disappeared just as fast. Silence fell
over the dining masses when I walked in, cold glints appeared in
the childish eyes, and the few greetings I issued went unreturned.
The other instructors were ignorant of all this, and greeted
me as usual. But Mark knew what was going on. He beckoned me
over to sit beside him, and whispered to me.
"What did you do, old boy? They're giving you the collective
cold shoulder, you know. You must have really upset somebody."
"This little girl, Irene, must have blown the whistle on me,"
I shrugged. "We didn't see eye to eye on a few things last
night."
"You mean you fucked her badly," he asked. "That's big
trouble, old fruit, big trouble indeed."
"You've seen this kind of thing happen before?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, every year somebody cops it. Usually it amounts to
little more than a suspension, a few days of ice, then he's back
in favor again. Tell me, how badly did you fuck this Irene?"
"She was as mad as a hornet when she left," I said, "But I
thought I'd done rather well by her."
"If she was mad, you failed, doesn't matter what you think.
So, well, maybe you'll get three days for it, could be a week.
They'll make it tough for you till then."
"What the fuck is this!" I said, suddenly impatient.
"They're just kids and we're adults. They do as we say, that's
how it is. I'm not putting up with any nonsense from them.
That's for sure."
He just grinned and said he wished me luck before going back
to his breakfast. On the surface of it, everything in the mess
hall was back to normal, giggling chattering girls, all of them
dressed in thin shirts and little shorts, ready for a day of
exercise and games.
Straight after breakfast I had to take a hundred of the girls
for gymnastics. Nothing complicated. Just a series of routine
exercises. But it didn't go too well. The girls pretended they
couldn't hear me, and I was yelling so hard I went purple in the
face. Then they messed up their exercises, and burst out into
giggles, just making a shambles of their class.
I tried to upbraid them, and snap them back into line, but
nothing worked. Not one of them did anything that was
specifically wrong. If they messed up, they did it in a bunch.
It was very scary the way they cooperated among themselves. At
the end I decided to punish them as a group by making them run
around the camp twice.
They accepted this order and began to run to the perimeter so
they could follow the fence. But they weren't caring! Their pace
was slow, and when they got tired they simply walked. Laughing
and giggling, shoving each other, cracking jokes at my expense,
ignoring my orders to shape up. For the first time I realized
what a ruthless band of cutthroats they were!
For the rest of the day I had to take a party of forty hiking
again, and once in the woods, I was supposed to organize them into
teams to search and evade each other. To this end they had all
been given compasses and a lunch pack, and I had been given
detailed instructions on how to conduct them.
But they found a comfortable spot, sat down, and ate their
lunch, not heeding my commands at all. In the end, I sat on my
own some distance away from them and ate my lunch out of sheer
nervousness.
By the evening I was a nervous wreck. No one came near my
cabin. Even Doris had obviously been warned to keep away. From
the adjoining cabins I heard shrieks and giggles, the popping of
corks and masculine laughter. Even the timid-looking Lester
Phipps, camp dietitian, had girls lining up outside his door. And
Elsa was holding a little party for select friends.
Only I was alone. The middle-aged ladies were busy in their
cabins, planning the fun for the coming day. I could imagine
them, bent over a strategy board, pushing mock regiments of girls
around from place to place till they had devised some
satisfactory, health-inducing, game plan for everyone.
But I had nothing to do. I thought about my wife and what
she would be doing right now. Playing bridge with her friends, no
doubt. Bridge had displaced sex for her. I hate the game. She
had taken the game up during our honeymoon, playing it with other
honeymoon couples while I played a lot of sports. And now, in the
fifth year of our marriage, she was playing bridge full-time,
going to matches, clubs and casual card evenings.
As for the full deck of cards between her legs, she had
forgotten about them. Not so these little girls. They were just
discovering them, and dealing them all out! My flesh hungered for
them, anyone, even little Doris and her bald, underfed cunt. If I
could only get my hands on one!
I took a walk. It was a hot night, many of the huts were
already in darkness, all the windows open. I peered inside some
of them. Mostly I heard regular breathing or high little voices
mumbling sleepily. But in some the girls were wide awake and
conducting their own pleasures.
One hut was especially active. I took up a well-concealed
position and watched as four girls stripped in front of a dozen
spectators and set to making love with unbridled energy.
They were all very pretty, and seemed to have been chosen for
the color of their hair. One girl was black, very black, in fact,
her skin glowing in the bright lights, silky sheen. She had tiny
tits with big nipples, the first emerging little curls spreading
over the top of her cunt. Another was white-blonde, about ten
years old, no tits, just a deep cleft in the chubbiness between
her long legs. The third I recognized as Angela, the little
precocious woman. And the fourth was a redhead, snow-white little
tits with startling pink nipples and red down over her crotch.
The four of them were engaged in some kind of erotic dance,
cheered on by the audience. One by one they assumed a static
position, making love to their partner lightly at first, but soon
growing heavy.
The black girl and the redhead were in a tight embrace,
kissing, tongues poking out their cheeks, their chests pressed
together and their loins grinding. The blond and Angela were on
the floor pretending to fuck, and slowly getting the measure of
tribadism till it became real enough for Angela to cry out in
ecstasy.
Then all four of them jumped up on a big table. The black
girl and the redhead stood at either end of it, facing each other.
The blonde and Angela squatted at their feet, asses touching,
their mouths burying into the red and black cunts, hands clasping
buttocks as their heads bobbed and their mouths sucked.
I was getting very hard and restless. For a moment I
considered storming inside and throwing my feverish body into that
puddle of flesh, grabbing at those nude little cunts and sucking
whatever came into my mouth. But the experiences of the day
warned me against it. They would either ignore me, or run
screaming into the cabins of the middle-aged ladies.
I watched for a few minutes more as the girls amused
themselves, the audience cheering them on and helping out with
willing fingers wherever necessary. Restless little girls,
nervously fingering their own boxes as they watched their friends
up on the table fucking and sucking. Little practice runs, I
decided, but with an over-ruling passion for the flesh such as can
only be caused by boredom.
I moved on, and headed unconsciously for the showers and the
bathroom. The layout of this camp was so innocent! Simply by
climbing up on the roof of a hut, one could look over the walls,
through the wide gaps that had been left to expel the steam and
smells. That's what I did, and there's where I stayed for a long
time.
There was something about my situation that nearly drove me
crazy with lust. Only a few girls were showering at this hour,
and three or four were on the toilet. They went about their
business unaware of my prying eyes, and that's what made it so
arousing to me. These wisps of women, these nude children,
washing themselves like little grown-ups, wiping their asses, and
taking a leak, their bodies still young but their mannerisms
ancient. I don't know how to explain it, I just felt a lot of
rushes and sharp shivers running through me while I was up there.
But eventually that failed to satisfy me, and I moved on. I
checked out the party cabin and saw all the girls on the point of
leaving. Most of them were already dressed, the others were in
the process. The girls who lived in the hut were crawling into
their beds, their cunts still gleaming wetly from the evening's
proceedings.
An idea occurred to me. I hung around at the back of the
cabin, hearing their silvery voices bid each other goodnight,
while I waited for the last one. Perhaps one of them would stray
from the herd.
My luck was good. The tall, black girl was late in getting
away. She walked around the cabin to get to her hut and to get
there she had to pass me. Burning with lust, but my brain cool, I
seized her around the waist, one hand clasped over her mouth, to
carry her back to my cabin.
She put up quite a struggle but it wasn't good enough. I
pushed her inside and locked the door. For a moment it looked
like she was going to scream, and I rushed over at her, my fist
raised as a warning. She took the hint. Not that there would
have been much point in screaming. With the color television
blaring next door, and Elsa's stereo playing the top forty at full
blast, no one would have heard her.
She was frightened. She stood in the far corner of the
cabin, her hands over her mouth as her wide-open eyes looked for a
way out. I poured us a drink from a bottle borrowed from Mark to
pass the time. She shook her head, and pressed deeper into the
corner.
"Come on," I said, as soothingly as possible, "there's no
need to be afraid. All I want is a little company. Here, take a
drink, it'll make you feel better."
She shook her head again, but relaxed when she saw I wasn't
going to ravage her. And ravaging was the furthest thing on my
mind. I knew if I was to ingratiate myself with the leaders of
the girls, I had to give a mighty good performance. This, then,
was the lucky girl.
But the lucky girl seemed disinclined to accept her good
fortune. She reluctantly sat on a chair, her long, gleaming legs
crossed as if throwing up additional barriers. I guessed her to
be twelve years old, well-developed, her buttocks extra round and
firm, dimpled at the flanks, her breasts promising big things for
the future.
I asked her her name, and she whispered it was Sandy. I sat
down opposite her and poured her a glass of scotch, adding plenty
of water and ice. She sipped at it, pulled a face, but didn't put
it down. I took a tug on my drink and continued my quest.
"You're a beautiful girl," I told her. "Extremely beautiful.
But I guess you've been told that so often that you're sick of
hearing it, right?"
She smiled thinly and shook her head. I went on to praise
her lovely limbs, long, rippling muscles running along them at
each move she made, then told her how I loved broad shoulders on
girls, especially when they had such terrific breasts to go with
them. Sandy liked to hear me tell her such things. She showed it
in the way she looked down at the ground and grinned.
Embarrassed but pleased, she finally told me to stop jiving
her and to give her a refill. I sank my drink and gave us both
another shot. I asked her questions about her home and her past,
and slowly we got a conversation going in the course of which her
shyness gave way to a sassy kind of street toughness. I liked
that a lot.
I sat down on the bed and patted it. She grinned at me with
knowing eyes, but she came and sat with her back resting up
against the wall, her legs drawn up under her. Her eyes were big,
long lashes fluttering, childish, but smart. I knew she wasn't
going to be easy, but I also knew that if I didn't make it with
her, I was as good as dead.
Another drink helped things along. She was getting a little
giggly, and more outgoing. She got upset over something I said
and jokingly punched me. I punched her back, laughingly, and we
began to wrestle. She was lithe as a panther, surprisingly strong
for a girl her age. But I soon got the drop on her, and pinned
her down on the bed. She struggled harder, her face screwing up
with the effort of it all, but finally she had to admit defeat. I
fell down beside her, both of us breathing hard and laughing.
Obviously she had overcome her inhibitions towards me. She
lay close to me, her head on my shoulder, snuggling in
occasionally. My hand moved over to her breast and squeezed it
gently. She gave a satisfied little groan, so I slipped my hand
under her halter and tasted her hard, smooth flesh.
"Wait a minute," she said, and her voice had grown husky,
"let me give you more to play with." She undid her halter and let
it fall to the floor. "There," she said, and lay back, her eyes
falling too with contentment, "now squeeze 'em."
I hurried to comply, flexing them in my hands and bringing my
lips to the dark nipples. I let my teeth slide over the rubbery
little protrusions, my tongue slithering around them, till I heard
her breath grow hard.
My hands went down to her shorts and undid the top button.
For a moment she seemed to panic. Her hands flew down to stop
mine, but then she relaxed and pulled back. I undid the button,
and the others. And, when the shorts were hanging only by her
pert cheeks, she lifted up and let me slide them off all the way
down over her feet.
Before I went any further, I undressed so as to be ready for
anything. She didn't look at me, as though she didn't want to be
confronted by my throbbing, heavy cock. I took the hint, and lay
on my belly by her side to return to kissing her tits.
She pushed them out at me, delighting in the wet trail my
tongue was leaving over them, and the subtle sensations my teeth
evoked. Slowly I sent my hand sliding down her tough, flat belly
down into those tiny curls over her crotch, taking care to see
that she was ready for it.
She didn't object at all. In fact, she brought her loins up
higher to press my hand into her cunt. I dawdled, plucking gently
at the little black threads so that the skin came up and tugged at
her cunt's nerve centers.
It wasn't long before her legs parted, the green light, and I
let my hand descend into her slit to enjoy the warm, barely moist
nakedness of her lips. Her hips began to jerk spasmodically,
quick staccato outbursts, then nothing, then another, each burst
accompanied by low little moans.
My prick was so hard I thought it might burst out of its skin
like an overdone sausage. My brain threatened to close down at
any moment. But by dint of sheer will power, I kept a good grip
on myself, and teasingly went on with my seduction.
Actually, Sandy was ripe and ready, and just waiting for me
to poke my agonized prick up her wet little cunt. Her black lips
were shining hysterically with the juices running down her legs,
and her tits quivered with each harsh breath she took. I was
debating with myself whether to go down on her. My taste buds
were up in arms, crying out for a sample of her ample juices.
Only my bad experience of the previous night held me back.
Then I threw all caution to the wind and let my tongue run
down her hard belly straight into the open cleft and into her
tropical hole. For a moment I waited to see how she would react.
To my relief her legs shot open like the arms of a mother at the
return of her soldier boy, and I buried my head into her bare
little cunt as if looking for hidden treasure.
She tasted nutty somehow, nutty and wild. I drank her down
like mother's milk, slobbering, my face wet with her sticky fluids
and my sweat. Sandy arched her back, her little fists beating at
her sides, gasping for breath, all the while shoving her loins
harder into my face.
My hands cupped her firm, squeezably soft buttocks, pressing
them down onto her asshole to give her a bonus tingle. She really
liked that. I let go of her ass and concentrated on her asshole.
She nearly jumped through the ceiling, but in no time at all had
recovered herself, and was pushing down for more.
I gave her everything, delighted to have found a girl who
tasted like heaven and loved to be eaten. I made a pig of myself,
meanwhile fingering her asshole and squeezing her muscular cheeks,
one hand reaching up for her small, hard tit and rubbing her
nipples. She was groaning like a ship at sea, her legs wrapped
around my neck for extra traction, and I knew if I didn't plug her
soon my prick would self-destruct out of sheer spite.
With a swift motion of my whole body, I covered her, and the
swollen knob of my red-hot prick eased into her little cunt
without resistance. She was so wet it sopped as it moved up the
spout, slurping in a most unladylike fashion. Sandy cried out, an
animal cry of bliss, and I bashed the remaining inches of meat
right up her.
We settled into a violent fuck. Our loins worked furiously
but in time. For a girl of twelve she had grown up awfully fast.
But then in some parts of the city they're ready for marriage at
that age. Periods begin at nine, childbearing at eleven, there
was no need for me to be surprised that she was neither a virgin
nor incompetent.
At one point during our mindless, all-consuming fuck, she
interrupted briefly to change position. She stood on the floor
and rested her long, slender torso over the bed so that I had to
get behind her and fuck her standing up. This excited me even
more, so much so that I had to take a quick breather so as not to
run over.
But finally I got it together. She presented her full black
buttocks to me most charmingly shaped like an upside down heart,
her tiny asshole and her shining, naked lips poking out from
between the cross of buttocks and strong thighs. I rested the
purple head of my shining, oily prick up against the hole for a
second, then shoved it right up her so that my pubic bone slammed
against her ass and she gulped for breath.
"Beautiful!" she cried out, and I knew I was on the right
track. My hand found a grip on her slippery ass, and my whole
body swayed to deliver each thrust with the maximum of power.
Each blow to her cunt sent her face sliding over the sheets, her
hands vainly grappling about looking for a support.
We were ascending together. I leaned back while my prick
ploughed into her, my head was heavy and I let it lie back,
closing my eyes and breathing in through my wide-open mouth, while
the remains of my brain tried to keep my knees from buckling. She
was breathing like a car without a muffler, her pitch heightening
with every master stroke.
The moon was within reach. Both of us were puffing, she
fucking me back for all I fucked her. I felt my innards cramping
up for the final explosion, just as she was gasping for a shred of
oxygen to spark her orgasm off with, and then the roof fell in.
At least, that's how it felt. The door burst open and a
swarm of irate girls rushed inside, cursing and pulling me off
her. I didn't have the power to beat them back, I was so stunned
and so horny. From the corner where a dozen little girls were
holding me, I saw Sandy writhing with unfulfilled ecstasies. One
of the older girls rushed over and, with several skillful thrusts
of her bunched fingers, tipped Sandy over the brink of an
explosive climax. When that was done, they all turned to me with
menace in their eyes.
"What's the matter with you," said the older girl, licking at
the juices on her fingers, and eyeing me, insolently. "Do you
want to get busted or something? We can oblige you, you know,
anytime we feel like it."
"Yeah," said a ten-year-old next to her, raising herself on
tiptoes to impress me, and so bringing the hem of her nightgown
high over her little cunt, "we can bust you, mister!"
"Now, listen," I said, "I'm tired of you girls thinking you
can lord it over me. Sandy and I were doing very well until you
came barging in here, I'll thank you to leave us alone."
They laughed sarcastically. The older girl turned to Sandy
and told her to go back to her hut immediately, or she'd be
reported. Sandy walked out, and the girl called out she'd be
reported. As Sandy stormed from the room the girl said she'd see
her later about this. Then back to me, unfriendly to the extreme,
"This is your last chance, mister," she said, pointing her finger
at me. "If we find you with another girl this week, your ass is
grass."
With that she turned and left, followed by the other girls.
Each of them seemed to think they had to add weight to the threat
by eyeing me darkly. The door fell to and I was all alone with my
enormous palpitating erection, and no place to put it.
Those little fucks, I thought bitterly, they really pour it
on when they've got it in for you. I resigned myself to jerking
the load off myself, but then I heard a timid knock on the door.
I walked over quickly and opened it. No one there.
Just as I was about to shut it, a pale figure flashed through
the dark and ran inside, pushing the door shut and resting against
it. It was Doris. She was pale and frightened, shifty-eyed, and
begged me to switch the light off in case anyone saw her.
I did what she asked, knowing I was lucky to at least have
her on my side. In the dark she undressed and we went to bed
where she set to taking care of my painful hard cock with her
mouth.
But I wanted to fuck. With a dab of Vaseline I took a
shortcut into her cunt. My big dick slipped inside her, and,
without further ado, I fucked her. She seemed to enjoy it. One
day she would make someone a dutiful wife. Until then she was my
safety valve.
Her little arms curled around my back and her skinny legs
came up and around my waist as my dork ploughed into her cunt.
She was still dry, but the grease made it enjoyable. Slowly she
got into the spirit of things, gripping me more tightly and
moaning like a puppy.
A sense of compassion made me hang onto my impatient wad.
Gnashing my teeth I fucked her till she was happy, helping her
along by rubbing her tiny clitoris and so giving her a diminutive
orgasm all of her own. She was very pleased with that.
Then, with all the forces unleashed, I slammed my prick into
her little cunt from a high angle to get that extra friction, and
brought myself totally undone. A hot geyser of cream rushed up
her youthful tube, and I felt relieved like a boil that's been
lanced.
I rolled over on my side and fell asleep, her arms around me
and her loins against my ass. A dutiful wife, I thought, before
dropping off. Plain girls make the best wives. They have to try
harder!
Chapter 5
Several days went by. Doris hung around me like a puppy in
love, and sneaked in late at night to take receipt of my surplus
lust. This kept me going. But then fate struck another blow.
Doris' parents came to the camp and took their daughter home. It
seemed they had received an anonymous letter written in a childish
hand warning them of their daughter's incipient insanity.
The cunning little bitches, I thought. Not a hint of
immorality. Insanity. Nice and decent. Oh, well, they had done
me out of my last recourse. Why should I worry? I had done
without sex before, certainly for longer than three weeks.
Besides, there was Elsa. She might feel like a real fuck for
a change. The way she had been cohabiting lately, I figured she
had to be glutted. Or, if worst came to worst, one of the middle-
aged ladies might enjoy a young piece of meat for her hope box.
I told myself there was nothing to worry about. The girls
would see who was the smarter. Smug, even grinning, I walked
around the camp to police their activities, not in the least
disturbed by their indifference towards me. Elsa. I recalled her
thickly-overgrown blonde cunt with vague pleasure, and her kinks.
Perhaps I could straighten her out before we left this place.
I walked around, watching a class of little girls bending and
touching toes under the direction of Mark. He waved at me,
smiling broadly. I waved back, and walked on, trying to erase the
memory of his ribald cabin from my mind. For the past three
nights his place had been the center for all the action, and the
giggles, the squeals, and the ominous pounding sound of his bed,
were driving me crazy. Now that Doris was gone, I would have no
consolation at all. At least her poor little body had a hole in
it.
Elsa waved at me, too, standing by the side of the pool
instructing a class of youngsters in the art of swimming. They
were lined up on the edge, their little buttocks encased in
clinging, wet material, all of them paying strict attention to
her.
She looked delicious to me. She wore a brief bikini, her
full breasts bulging out over the top, tanned and shining with
health, her ample buttocks covered by the skimpy garment. And she
knew I was looking at her. But ignored me, just the same.
I grew more depressed while I wandered through the camp. The
middle-aged ladies were joyously taking troops out into the woods,
or sending them off on treasure hunts, teaching folk dancing or
some other wasteful pastime. They didn't even know I was alive.
Maybe it was just as well, their cunts probably had cobwebs in
them.
The only one to talk to me was Lester Phipps. Looking
thinner than on the first day, he was nevertheless a lot happier.
Obviously, he, too, had developed a craving for the tender flesh
of little girls, just as an animal may recapture his lust for meat
if it's encouraged. We didn't talk about that, though, not
directly. I just mentioned that he'd been having a lot of company
lately.
"Oh, yes," he said airily, putting his menus aside for the
moment. "The girls seem to like me, and I certainly like them.
You know, my guess is that they miss their parents, and that we're
the substitutes. So I do my best for them, you know. It's the
least one can do."
"Of course," I replied, and for a moment I felt doubt creep
in. Perhaps Lester was straight arrow. "I like the girls, too,"
I went on, checking him carefully, "even though they've been
giving me a hard time lately."
"I've noticed that," he nodded, "and I've been meaning to ask
you why that is. Are you too strict with them? I do believe in
leniency, you know."
"That could be it. I wish they'd give me a second chance,
though. They're such an unforgiving bunch."
"Well, I'll have a word with them. Perhaps I can help change
their attitude," Lester said, picking up his pen again and smiling
as if to say goodbye. "I do think I have a little pull in that
direction, frankly."
"I hope so." I walked on, thinking about Phipps. His cabin
was as noisy as Elsa's and Mark's. What was he doing, holding a
bingo game or something? I shrugged and resolved to find out
later.
For the time being there was nothing for me to do but wait
till after supper. Maybe I could get Elsa away from her admirers.
I decided I would try her first. If that failed, I could try and
think of something else.
As soon as dinner was over, I stuck with her and walked her
back to her cabin. I asked her if she felt like fucking with me
again, and she hesitated for a moment, perhaps taken aback by my
direct approach. Then she shook her head and hurried on. I
wasn't satisfied. When she passed my cabin I grabbed her around
the waist and pushed her inside.
I switched the light on and faced her, holding the door shut.
She looked angry, not very angry, more as if I was in her way.
"Come on, James," she said, and tried to get past me. "I
have things to do tonight. Later, we'll get together later, is
that all right?"
"Now," I said, moving towards her and taking her into my
arms, "I need you here and now, Elsa. I haven't stopped thinking
about you since that first day. I need you. I must have you.
You're too desirable to resist any longer."
"No, James, I don't have the time. Besides, I haven't
changed my views any. I still don't like to be touched on my--my-
-well, down there!"
"I won't touch you there, and I won't take up much of your
time," I said through clenched teeth. Just touching her made me
horny, her big, firm shoulders with those fleshy tits quivering
just below my hands. It was strange to hold a grown woman again,
not unexciting, and my cock rose up despite my tight trousers.
"Damn it," she said moodily, seeing the determination in my
eyes. "All right then, but hurry up about it."
She pulled loose and took off her halter top and her shorts,
to lie down naked on the bed. I got out of my clothes in a hurry
before she could change her mind, and went straight for her
generous cunt with my tongue. She screamed, angry and flushed,
sitting up to take me to task, but I apologized and contented
myself with sucking her springy tits.
Elsa lay back down and accepted my blandishments with a
certain quiet grace. My mind wandered back to Irene and her
modulated expressions of arousal, and Sandy's loud approbation,
Laura's tight little screams and Angela's animal outburst--somehow
it took much of the fun out of making love with Elsa.
But I persisted, mainly on the camel principle, which means
storing up so you won't need it later. Nonsense, of course, one
can't store up on sex, or sleep, or food; but in the realm of
imagination it holds true.
Elsa lay perfectly still, her arms by her side, her face
calm, like a prostitute who's doing her last trick of the shift.
I kept on sucking her tits and trying to caress passion into her
via indirect means. But doing that without the aid of the nerve-
laden cunt is no mean feat! Her shoulder blades proved
unresponsive, her belly was the no man's land, just as her thighs
were a DMZ in themselves.
That left her tits and her calves. Kissing her didn't seem
to bring her on either. I did my best for a while, squeezing her
tits and sucking at her pink nipples. But all of a sudden I felt
like a giant fool! Who was she to tell how to do it? Dammit, I
was the man and she had to take what I handed out.
I grabbed hold of her calves with both hands and pushed her
legs up and back, pressing down so she couldn't move, but lay
trapped under her own legs. Her face lost its smug expression.
Her knees pinned down her shoulders so she couldn't even get her
hands to my head when it fell down into her wide-open cunt and
sucked at it for the first time.
She became desperate, her legs doing their utmost to kick me
off, her fingers scratching at any part of me that was within
reach. But I held her down with all my might, and her box was
open to my mouth like a split fig.
I couldn't figure out why she was so against it. She tasted
great, even though she'd sprayed some kind of vaginal deodorant up
there, which made my tongue tingle numbly for a while afterwards.
For the rest, her cunt was great. The lips were densely haired
and swollen, the clitoris was huge, standing up like a fierce
miniature prick, and her hole was a deep pink, moist, and pulsing.
For a moment I was tempted to forget about biting her box,
and to plunge my throbbing cock into that wonderland. But I was
out to teach her a lesson--and with so many bridges already burnt,
what did it matter if another became a charred ruin?
So I went ahead and bit deep. My tongue explored the oozing
walls of her cunt, oozing in spite of her angry protests. My nose
rubbed against the hard clitoris, nuzzling and pressing till she
subsided a little, even relaxed under the stimulation I was giving
her. And, to top it all off, I jammed two fingers up her cunt
while my lips pursed around her clit.
She was still uncomfortable about it, convulsing now and then
in a bid to escape my grip. But her cunt was in a vise, nothing
could shake me loose. I had even locked the door to make sure the
vigilantes couldn't rescue her. All the while I sucked and
licked, giving her cunt all that it must have missed over years of
willfulness.
I ran my tongue around her clitoris for some time, then
descended, once around the rim of her cunt, then down to her
asshole, flicking inside, exciting her more than ever, keeping up
a constant pressure now that I had her.
She signaled her complete surrender by taking my cock in hand
and masturbating it gently. I crawled closer to allow her to make
more generous strokes and she did that. I took my fingers out of
her box and stuck them into her mouth, experiencing the wet warmth
of her tongue as she licked them clean. Slowly we moved around,
almost as if neither of us wanted the other to know--but suddenly
it was there, her mouth around my prick!
I was elated! I let her legs down and rolled on top of her,
my belly on her tits, my chest on her belly, she eating me, me
eating her, an embrace that locked us into the other's body as far
as it was possible to go. Her juices ran free. My loins began to
bob, so that I was literally fucking her in the mouth. My loins
were on fire!
Time to fuck for real. I tried to get up but her arms held
me down. I insisted. So did she. I couldn't figure out what her
plan was. But while waiting, I lavished attention on her cunt, my
nose sticking up her ass as my mouth sucked the juices down. Her
hard clitoris poked against my chin, so I moved my face regularly
to give it its due. She was breathing hard, sucking at my cock as
if she was trying to extract something from it.
I tried to get off again to plunge my dagger into her wide-
open, super-ready, dripping cunt, my whole body waiting for the
moment of entry--and again she held me back. This time I tried a
little harder, and she, just to show me she meant business, bit
into my cock. Not enough to hurt me, just enough to let me feel
what it could be like.
Cunning was my only way out. I pretended to return
wholeheartedly to eating her out, my loins still bobbing over her
mouth shallowly. But my thrusts went deeper and came up further.
Just a little higher and I'd be able to pull my prick out of her
mouth safely, and break her embrace at the same time.
She was ready for me. Just as I decided the time had come
she closed her teeth ever so gently around my prick so that the
ledge of my knob came to a stop right there. I grew desperate. I
wanted only to fuck. What had come over her? She preferred
fucking!
I soon found out. She began sucking at my cock even harder,
her hands pressing the cheeks of my ass together and a lone index
finger creeping down into my furrow to tickle the rim of my
asshole. Tiny flashes of pleasure shot through me. These grew as
her finger edged past the tight sphincter muscles and up my ass,
where she crooked the top joint of her long finger to tickle me in
vital places.
Right where the sperm emission control center is located,
that's where she tickled me. And I, at the mercy of my body,
could not help but begin the short buildup to my climax, my prick
pumping into her mouth till she gagged and brought her free hand
up to govern my loins. My prick contracted sharply, then blew out
a load of sperm that could have choked a horse. But not Elsa.
She threw me off and got up, spitting the come out on the
floor. She took a long drink of water, rinsed her mouth, and spat
again. Then, with a withering look, she put her halter and shorts
on again, and stalked out of my cabin.
I was still on my bed, bewildered by this. What did she have
in mind? Then it struck me. She only wanted to pull my plug out
when she saw there was no other way of getting around being
fucked.
Well she had succeeded. I felt a fool. For a second, a
white hot anger rose in me, choking me up. But then I took a
drink and thought about it some more. It wasn't a total loss,
Elsa sure gave a hell of a blow-job. The thing that bothered me
was her calculatedness. Just like the other girls, always a few
steps ahead of me. They were playing too dirty for my liking.
But two could play at that. I didn't know what I would do in
retaliation, but I would think of something. In the meantime, I
wanted to check out what Lester Phipps did with his leisure time.
I left my cabin and walked past Mark's ribald cabin. The
door was wide open, and naked little girls were romping around,
playing tiggie or something, while Mark lay fast asleep on his
bed, two girls at his side. Flashing pink cheeks, tiny quivering
tits, firm bellies and naked cleft whirled past my feverish eyes.
How I envied him! Somehow Mark had it all down pat. That could
be me, lying on that rumpled bed, fast asleep with two little
slaves just waiting for me to get another urge. Fuck it!
I walked on in a hurry, my mood growing worse by the second.
When I got to Lester's cabin, I found the door closed. But I went
around the back, and he had forgotten to draw his curtains,
probably thinking everyone was trustworthy.
There were about four little girls in his cabin, none of them
older than ten. Utterly hairless but for cute blonde curls, their
chests barely swollen, three of them stood by the side of his bed
masturbating each other, while Lester had the fourth beside him on
the bed.
He was doing something to her asshole, I couldn't quite see
what it was. But then she turned around and he bent down. What
they were doing was stuffing a silk handkerchief up the other's
ass!
My nagging dissatisfaction was displaced by curiosity. What
the hell was Lester's bag? His thin, hairy ass opened wide as the
little girl stuffed the hanky up his asshole, frowning with
concentration. She left a little tuft sticking out, and then she
lay back with her little legs wide open.
Lester checked both her hanky and his own before he presented
his limp dick to the three masturbating maidens. The middle one
opened her mouth wide and took it all inside, to chew on it
lightly. Soon life flooded into it, forcing the girl back a pace,
and it became hard for her to encompass just the knob.
All of Lester's growth energy seemed to have gone into his
prick. Longer than mine, and thicker, it stuck out from his
skinny frame incongruously, like a tree growing out of a branch.
I was kind of horrified to think he was sticking that monster into
the tiny snatches of ten-year-olds, but they didn't stagger back
in awe, so I figured they must have had it up there enough to have
grown around it.
The three girls devoted their whole attention to the monster
member, stroking it, licking it, sucking at the balls drooping way
down in his long sac, their nimble little fingers working hard to
excite their aging stud.
Lester reached the critical point and set the girls back into
their masturbating routine. They leaned against the wall and
watched closely as he applied his throbbing purple knob to the
tiny but wet entrance of the little cunt on his bed. She stared
down, slightly fearful but with a wild lust in evidence.
One more check of the handkerchief, changing her position
slightly, and then the long insertion began, slow, short jabs
bringing him in deeper and deeper, the cock disappearing as if by
magic. Perhaps it telescoped in, I thought, craning to look more
closely, that little body couldn't contain so much! But now I
realize I was just underestimating women again.
She took it all, and her face showed she could have
accommodated more. Briefly I thought of the Roman arena where
women would be fucked by donkeys. I marveled at it all.
Lester began his stroking, long and hard, the little girl
under him opening up as wide as she could to give him maximum
access to her miniature heaven. I watched as his cock emerged
right to the tip of his knob, and plunged back in, reflecting how
fatherly Lester was being, truly a parent to his wards.
The little girl uttered a tiny, animal scream, her body
twisting with the agony and ecstasy of Lester's boa. He pumped it
into her and I could see her belly bulge as it reamed right up
inside. Lester's face was fanatic and blissful, his body taut as
a bow string while he plunged his all into her.
The three girls up against the wall masturbated more
fervently, hardly able to stand up. Their fingers flew and
manipulated, providing a slurping cricket's chorus to back up the
brilliant solo Lester was performing for them. Even I could only
hold myself back from applauding with much will power.
Lester was doing extremely well. I felt my deflated cock
rising sharply while I watched him plough into the little girl,
whose face was pressed up against his chest. She seemed to be
enjoying it too, as were her girl friends.
The moment of climax was drawing near. I saw Lester's face
redden, flushing a violent Vermilion, his low, grating grunts
starting up like a rusty tractor, while the little girl clutched
at him, her loins uncontrollable. Her face was red, too, as if
she were holding her breath for the big moment.
I peered more closely, my face hard against the window, hand
on my cock, rubbing a little. The three girls leaning up against
the wall had slid down to the floor and were on their backs
helplessly finger-fucking each other. The bed squeaked horribly.
Lester bellowed like a bull, his little girl friend screamed, and
I saw their hands tug violently at the tuft of handkerchief
sticking out of their asses, to rip it out just as they reached
their mutual climax!
They exploded! I had never seen a climax like it. Lester
lost weight in front of my eyes as he shot his bolt. The little
girl turned into a shuddering mass of limbs and cries. And their
audience delivered the final strokes to each other. It was a
beautiful scene. I leaned breathlessly against the wall of the
hut and began jerking off.
Lester wasn't finished yet. He waited for the girls to
recollect themselves, then he got them to suck his huge cock till
the last drops of nectar and sperm had been removed. They worked
like little ants, sucking at the big, fat, shrinking head, licking
his dangling balls, their mouths running up and down the thick
stem of his cock as if it was a lollipop, while Lester sat back
with his eyes shut, grinning.
Paternal, my ass! I thought enviously. Lester was the most
cunning of us all! Walking around looking like the local vicar
who wouldn't say a damn for a dollar, meanwhile setting himself up
in the nicest underage harem I had ever seen. If only I hadn't
fucked up! I'd be surrounded by them, dozens sleeping in and
under my bed, regaling me with every sensual pleasure devised by
man since the dark ages.
I stood back from the window a little mad at myself but still
interested in the situation inside. Lester's cock had shrunk down
to what would for most men be a praiseworthy cock, and the three
girls toyed with it idly, as if it were a new pet. The girl who
had been fucked so well was asleep on the bed, her legs wide open
and her naked chubby slit still running with sperm that oozed out
in globules.
At a signal from the master, one of the girls got down on
that runny little snatch and sucked it clean. While she was down
there, Lester's erection restored itself sneakily and, without
warning, he suddenly rammed it up her tiny snatch as she bent over
his previous victim.
The girl straightened up as if she'd been bitten on the ass
by a snake. Then, as her cunt adjusted to the enormous member,
she pitched forward and spread her legs as wide as possible to
make it feasible for the trouser snake to crawl right up inside
her.
She lay half over the first victim, who kept on sleeping.
The other two girls did their best to help Lester, separating her
buttocks and lifting her ass a little for maximum accessibility,
till he was up in her to the hilt. Then they stood back and
respectfully watched while the girl got fucked.
She couldn't have been five feet tall, I guessed from my
position outside the window, skinny, titless, hairless, pretty in
a sugar candy way, her golden curls hanging down over her face
like a lace curtain. Her hands groped along the bed and over her
girl friend, looking for support, and her tiny ass rose and fell
in accordance with Lester's strong strokes.
My prick ached for a little cunt to call my own. I looked
around in the dark, there was no one around. It was quiet in the
camp now, most of the lights off, only a few giggles echoing now
and then. I needed to fuck! I considered bursting into Lester's
place and ripping off one of his girls--but my position was shaky
enough without aggravating him.
What could I do? I felt as if I had drunk a draft of
werewolf brew, my eyes yellow slits of desperation and lust, hairy
all over, cock hard and throbbing, my entire being focused on only
one thing--cunt! All around me were huts, and in every hut were
dozens of little cunts, bald and hairy, loose and tight, cunts
sweating in the warm summer night's air, cunts with fingers in
them, cunts dripping a last drop of piss on the sheets, four
hundred cunts!
One last look at the fucking of Lester, at that moment
driving his cock up her cunt till it threatened to dislodge her
tonsils, and I went off into the night, melting as it were, into
the shadows.
I felt like baying at the moon ...
Chapter 6
I found a hut at the outer fringes of the camp, far enough
from the others to make it difficult for one of the occupants to
raise a general alarm. The place was in darkness, not a sound
came from it. I checked around carefully, making sure no one had
seen me.
Then I eased in through the door and bolted it. I waited for
a moment until my eyes were accustomed to the dark, and made my
first move. I stripped. Naked and hard, I got into the nearest
bed and took a handful of young cunt. The young cunt screamed.
Lights came on, commotion threatened to erupt, but I took fast
action.
"Okay, everybody keep quiet," I hissed, leaping out into the
middle of the hut, "I want you to do exactly as I say or I'll make
you wish you had never been born, understand!"
"You'll pay for this," said a voice in the background, "we've
got your number, fella."
"I don't care anymore," I said loudly, raising myself to my
full height, "I refuse to be blackmailed any more. Tonight it's
my turn, and you girls better enjoy it, because you're going to
get it whether you do or not."
"What's to stop us from screaming and bringing the whole camp
down on you?" one girl asked.
"Just this--after tonight no doubt someone will inform on me,
which means my future is shot anyway. So you see before you a
desperate man. And I'll beat the shit out of the first one who
yells. You hear me!"
"You're full of shit," said a tall, older girl, "you lay a
finger on me and you'll have all twelve of us on your neck."
I was so mad with lust and frustration that I could hardly
think straight. The girls were sitting up in their beds, some in
nighties, most nude, their tiny tits poking pertly out at me,
their young curving bodies unaware of the power they exercised
over me. I wanted to fuck them so bad I had trouble keeping my
breathing regular!
"Try it!" I hissed, walking up to her, my erection waving in
front of her nose. "Just you try it, girlie!"
"Help!" she screamed, and opened her mouth for another outcry
but I filled it with fist. She reeled back, her eyes wide with
astonishment. Obviously no one had ever hit her before. The pain
shocked her as much as the fact that I had actually carried out my
threat.
The girls gasped as she fell back onto the bed, her mouth
bleeding. Dead silence reigned in the hut. Curtly, I told them
to strip, and they did so, their eyes open wide and fixed on me.
They thought I had gone mad--and I had! My vision was obscured by
a red mist, all I could see sharply were their little cunts as
they emerged from bedclothes and nighties. I lined them all in a
row, and walked up and down, my finger checking for the firmest,
the fullest, the finest cunt there.
What tactile delight! Each of them shied away some as I ran
my index finger up their wide slits, but stood their ground
bravely. I fingered right down the line, exploring their sweaty
boxes and tasting the faint drops of dampness of each with the air
of a connoisseur.
Out of the twelve I found three I really wanted to fuck. The
rest I ordered to stand around the bed in a tight cordon while I
arranged my three girls on the bed with me. I took my time,
arranging them like a housewife with too much leisure arranges her
living room. And, just before I started the proceedings, I warned
the girls once more:
"If any of you leaves this place, so help me, I'll get her
for it. And they'll be responsible for their friends losing some
teeth too. Remember that. Just try to make the best of things."
The stubborn silence that greeted my words disturbed me
somewhat, but first things first. The three girls of my choice
were truly beautiful. One, Sylvia, was five feet six, only
thirteen, small hard tits about to bud, not a hair on her body.
She looked like a model, long and lanky, but perfectly
proportioned for all that. The second was called Benita, little
and plump, full-breasted at fourteen, down on her cunt, her ass
full and prosperous with youthful tautness that would soon give
way to a comfortable spread--but not yet! And the third was
Gloria, an aloof girl of eleven, no sexual characteristics bar her
nude, fat little cunt, and her face. She had very long lashes,
jet black hair, big brown eyes, her skin white as white can be, in
stark contrast her hair. But she looked through me the whole time
I was arranging, as if she didn't know I was alive.
For that reason I began with her. Slowly drawing her closer
to me, I pressed a hot kiss to her firmly-shut lips. She accepted
this unflinchingly, her eyes wide open, her body rigid, only
waiting for me to stop. My knob was ready to be launched.
I touched her breasts, feeling the subtly-pulvinated chest
with delicacy. Strangely exciting for non-tits, that invisible
fullness. I caressed her hard belly and moved down into the naive
gully of her cunt, dry and warm, smooth as polished stone and
almost as unyielding. By searching through her valley most
thoroughly, I hit upon her tiny clit and began to massage that
with two fingers.
No girl can resist that. Gloria, for all her coyness, began
to shift uneasily, trying to move out of my embrace, but I
tightened it and continued the same stimulation. I sat with her
between my legs, her back against my chest. I held her firmly
with one hand on her subcutaneous tits, the other deep in her
smooth groin, my prick chafing up against her ass.
The other girls were still silent, but the atmosphere in the
hut was slowly changing. From resentment to naughty
lasciviousness. It was creeping through their systems, making
them less intractable, more interested in the proceedings.
My other two partners came a little closer, bending over to
see what I was doing. I found Gloria's tight cunt hole and eased
my finger up it, pushing to get as much as possible inside. She
was dry, but smooth, hot, her muscles resisting at first but
slowly giving in. I was hooked inside.
Finally she lost her aloofness and began to breathe with
difficulty. Her back pressed into me, and her knees lifted to
give me more cunt to play with. I took it all. First I extracted
my finger and brought my hand around, under her thigh, and shoved
my thumb up her moist passage. The finger that was already oily
circled around the rim of her asshole, lubricating it till it was
able to slip into the elastic vise, and begin working its way to
the top.
She writhed timidly, a little ashamed of her own passion. I
worked harder. Soon she cast aside all her inhibitions, as if she
was no longer aware of anyone around her. Silence still reigned.
The two other girls had shifted position so they were in front of
Gloria, watching my busy hand sending rigid fingers up her cunt
and asshole, one nimble finger manipulating her hardening
clitoris.
I moved a bit so that my dick pressed into the furrow of her
taut ass, sliding against her to get that touch of friction my
knob raved for. My mind was clearer now, more patient with my lot
since I was surrounded by cleft little chubs.
Before I went any further I wanted to fuck. And then I
wanted a side show, and then I wanted to fuck again. I looked
around the circle of girls once more, to make sure I had the best
girls with me, and, satisfied, I set to work on Gloria to the
exclusion of everything and everyone else.
I lifted her up by the thighs and brought her over my head so
that the front of her thighs rested on my shoulders, and her box
was flush against my mouth. I buried my nose into the tight
furrow of her ass and began sucking at her as if she had a dozen
oysters concealed in her person. And Gloria, dangling down, just
managed to swallow the red knob of my dick, to regale it with
instinctive spiralings of her tongue.
The other girls took the initiative. Benita held Gloria in
place so that my hands were free to feel her and Sylvia up. I did
with relish. Benita's plump little cunt was soaking wet and
pulsing with ecstasy. Two fingers slipped up easily and I finger-
fucked her with both barrels. Sylvia perched over my other hand
felt like a candelabra. Both hands occupied, my tongue dabbling
about in Gloria's wet, tight cunt, her lips stretched about my
swollen knob, and the girls around the bed getting twitchy and
sticky, at that moment I envied no one in the whole world, not
even Lester Phipps.
My faithful cock, that had been kept waiting for so long,
finally got its due. I pushed Gloria forward and rose to my
knees, holding her ass up high, the rest of her stretched out over
the bed like an offering to the gods. Then, lining her cunt hole
up with my burning cock, I took aim and shoved it right up her so
that she choked.
How good it felt! Her cunt clamped around my dick as if to
hold it in there forever, but I pushed harder and it made it to
the top. I felt her hard flesh push against my pubic bone, and I
rubbed it in just to get her clitoris to send her flying.
Her moans were childish at first, highly-pitched, like she
was seeing spooks in the nursery. But as we fucked harder, so her
moans became more womanish. Strange thrills coursed through me as
I saw her little-girl face contort to give vent to such grownup
passions.
Sylvia and Benita were flat on their backs at either side of
me like town hall lions, masturbating to beat the band, their
little fingers rubbing in tight circles about their clitorises.
Hips shaking, mouths open, eyes glassy, their groans set the other
girls into motion as well till the space we were in smelled of
concentrated cunt.
I fucked on. Taking it easy, reasoning that the longer it
lasted, the more I would get out of it. And watching the other
girls get their rocks off, which inspired me as well. I closed my
eyes, breathing in deeply and savoring the sensation of sending my
cock rushing up her tight wet cunt, tight and new, her hymen
already a memory but new enough to be squeaky.
Candles and coke bottles appeared from nowhere, one girl even
produced a professional dildo, and the girls spread out over the
neighboring beds to do themselves in. My head started spinning.
There they were, ten-year-old girls manipulating the candle as
well as they ever would, their pink cunts shining in the light,
fluids running where no fluid had been, the candles sloughing in
and out with faint slurping noises, the smell of young cunt
thickening by the second.
Gloria was crying out, her slender body convulsing as her
first climax burst upon her like a private thunder storm. I felt
well-pleased. Now that she'd had it, I could comfortably move
ahead and have mine.
I tightened my grip and sent my cock reaming up her cunt,
ignoring the sudden stiffening and the small cry of pain. Bashing
it in, my belly slapping against the tense pink cheeks, battering
her box with my balls, my senses folding one by one. Careless of
everything, I just focused on her cunt, and what my prick could do
with it, a pinpoint of sanity.
She must have felt how my mood was changing, because she
tried to escape. I gripped her little ass like it was a subway
strap and swung my hips in with some whip to send my cock roaring
into her nervously contracting cunt. She cried out in protest. I
left my knob stuck in the bottom of her cunt and began a staccato
beat with my pubic bone grinding into her asshole, hard and fast
like a man gone berserk.
Which is what I was. The combination of the whole day, its
frustrations, temptations, the sights and sounds, the
opportunities lost and gained, the masturbating chorus about me
and the polished soft skin of this kid in front of me, all of it
added up to an explosive chemical, which had ignited.
I didn't care about anything anymore, only my own
satisfaction. None of this ploying and watching, always careful
to keep the woman up there with you. None of that. I fucked her
like she was a piece of liver, or a knothole!
Everything speeded up and intensified. I felt my mind bend
under the strain, then snap. A rattling rhythm of a pneumatic
fuck, then a gushing explosion of hot sperm and a dull, empty
feeling which sent me tumbling in a loose heap all over Gloria.
All I heard was my own rasping breathing. The blood boiled
in my ears. Sweat poured out of every pore. It took a long time
to settle down. And when I did, it was only to see all the girls
sitting primly on the nearby beds.
"What's the matter with you girls?" I said feebly, getting up
off Gloria who was complaining about getting crushed. "Haven't
you ever seen anyone fucking before?"
They ignored my silly question. I sat up and surveyed each
of them. Their faces were hostile, as if they wanted to do me in.
Gloria struggled up and walked over to the other side of the
cabin, rubbing her sore cunt and crying softly.
"Enough of this nonsense," I said sharply, "Benita, get over
here and suck me off, look at my poor prick, all greasy and limp--
come over here and get down on it."
She came, dragging her feet, looking for assistance among her
friends. But they, in turn looked over at the girl I had hit, and
changed their minds. Benita bent her plump body over and gingerly
took my prick in her mouth. I picked her up and laid her down
between my legs so she could concentrate better.
"Now you and you, get on the foot-end of my bed and give me a
show," I ordered. No one responded. "Goddamn it! You want me to
get nasty or something? Don't forget, I've got nothing to lose
anymore!"
The girls I had indicated came forward and sat on my bed,
their legs crossed, hands in front of their cunts so I couldn't
see them.
"Kiss each other," I said. They looked at me, daggers in
their eyes, but I knew I'd chosen accurately. These girls had
something going. I could tell by the way the audience giggled.
The older one resolutely turned her head towards the other,
and pressed her lips hastily against hers. Then she looked back
at me, appeal on her face, but I told her to do it again--
properly!
She kissed her friend harder, but it still wasn't good
enough. On the third try her reluctance gave way to resignation.
They kissed for a long time, slowly becoming absorbed in the act
of osculation till they almost managed to forget about me. But I
interrupted with malicious timing:
"Now fuck," I said, and my voice was loud with power, "fuck
till you drop, and make it real."
They glared at me again, and the audience muttered
restlessly. I brandished my fist, and they got down to it. The
older girl lay on her back so that her head rested against the
foot-end of the bed and her cunt faced me. Her friend got on top
of her, and with rising pleasure I watched as the two young cunts
met and flexed to instill passion in each other.
As before, at first they didn't want to, but when the river
gets flowing it doesn't stop till it reaches the sea. So they
were caught up in their own buzzing feelings, and their fucking
became so real it helped the audience to forget its hostility for
the moment to once more join in with the band.
What pure pleasure to have wrought this scene! I sat with my
back against the wall, watching the asses bob in front of me and
the cunt folds stretch and contract, as the pink holes began to
gleam and flood. Around me, oily fingers slurped up tender cunts,
and I could feel it all.
All my sensory nerves thrilled in tune with the sensations
they felt. I knew what it felt like, those hot and smooth cunt
passages wet with nectar and pulsing with passion. Those yielding
little contours inside the cunt were as familiar to me as the palm
of my hand, though a lot more exciting.
Girls fell back on the beds, helping each other jam the
candles up higher, crying out, while the twosome in front of me
fucked themselves into oblivion. I moved forward and rested my
head inches away from the undulating flesh, my cheeks brushing
against the wet thighs, just to see the cunt lips tug and be
tugged.
I motioned for Sylvia to lie on top of me, her belly on my
back and her naked little crotch pressing into my ass. She felt
good, giving my spine a little pleasure while her flesh and mine
met in passionate discourse. My tongue reached out till the tip
slid along the two bouncing boxes, tasting of their free-flowing
dew as my ear caught the fine nuances of their wet sounds.
Sylvia rubbed her long, thin body all over mine, moving
forward, pressing her cunt down against my skin, and then moving
back to get that friction she needed. Her arms were around my
chest and she wriggled harder and harder, hooking the top of her
slit into me and bringing herself undone in a chain of sighs and
groans and mad contortions.
While she rested, I nuzzled deeper into the conjoined cunts,
and they pressed closer into my mouth. My teeth nibbled at a
clitoris here, my tongue sank into a wet hole there, or I just
sucked greedily at the rivulets of nectar streaking their anxious
thighs.
Under me, my cock was getting harder than ever. I waited for
a moment while Sylvia was peaking, then I rolled around and told
her to suck me. She was on me in a flash, her wide mouth taking
me inside and moving my head against the wild, wet tissue till my
loins began to fuck her face. I stayed in that position for some
time, fucking her cunt-like mouth and sucking at the fused boxes
with my head tilted back and pressing into the mattress. My head
spun. I wanted to fuck again. Suddenly I sat up and pointed at
Benita:
"Come over here, you little pudding, and sit on my dick."
"No," she said, shaking her head violently so the dark curls
flew, "I'm saving myself for marriage."
"And you're just about to collect the interest," I quipped,
pulling her over. "Come on, baby, squat on this."
She struggled mightily, protesting and appealing to the other
girls for help. But she couldn't fight against me, I was in no
mood to be sporting.
I picked her up around the waist and planted her like I'd put
paper on a spike. Her dark downed cunt split open and a trickle
of blood ran down my cock into the pubic bush. She screamed so
loud I thought she'd punctured my eardrums. The other girls
hopped up in alarm and tried to pull her off me.
But there's something mighty powerful about picking cherries,
and nothing on earth was going to wrest this one out of my hands.
I kept pushing my dick up her wet hole, oiled with juices and
blood, till it was up to the hilt. The girls were tearing at me,
slapping me, calling me names, but I was resolute.
Both my hands held around her waist, planting her up and
down, slurping into her, impervious to the scratches and slaps.
Benita quivered like a pudding of flesh, her little tits
shivering, the nipples alive. Her face was white with pain and
fear, but slowly I managed to bring a blush to her checks.
Her screaming stopped. We were fucking well now, I was able
to relax my hold on her, and her loins took over the lion's share
of the work. But the girl I had hit earlier still took it upon
herself to make a dash for the door.
I threw Benita off me and ran after her. I caught her just
as she was undoing the lock, spun her around, and slapped her
right across the face. She fell back onto the nearest bed,
crying, and holding her hands up in defense.
The other girls swarmed over me like an army of hornets,
pinching and scratching. I shrugged them off like a bear shrugs
off attacking dogs, locked the door again, and ordered them back
to their original positions.
Their faces glowering with anger and hate, the girls sat back
down on the surrounding beds, and watched as I mounted Benita once
more. This time she was anxious for more of my beef bayonet,
opening her chubby white legs right up before I could even get on
top of her.
I slipped up to the hilt and fingered her swollen clit as I
fucked her. She loved it. My erection was like reinforced
concrete, driving up her soft, palpitating hole with brutal
strength. In the meantime, I kept a careful eye on the audience,
in case any of them tried to play tricks on me before I was
finished with Benita.
Her hands were on my ass, pressing down on me with every
thrust. Her cunt was wide and wet now, slurping like a real woman
as I pumped my prick into it, and her fleshy legs wrapped around
my waist for extra support. She was open as far as she would go,
the silky wet rim of her cunt brushing down my plummeting cock in
such a way as to tease me into self-forgetfulness.
Absorbed in fucking her, my senses attuned to her breathing,
her whispers of passion, her song of lust, and the heaving of her
soft bosoms as I ploughed harder and harder, driven by the forces
of the flesh. She kissed me with all her might, her tongue
searching my mouth for more of me while her nails dug into my
clenched buttocks as if drilling for blood.
I felt her body tighten suddenly, her breathing became rapid
and tense and her eyes were shut. This was it. I lowered the
boom a little, scraping up against the division between her
cunthole and her ass to give her all the benefits at once. She
cracked wide open and came to a shuddering climax.
Only then did I feel free to indulge myself. With short
strokes, I let the knob rub up against her fleshy walls, deriving
a throbbing pleasure from this which soon led to a contraction of
all my innards, to explode into a burst of sperm and grunting. I
crashed down on top of her like a felled oak, and lay there
breathing raspily.
I heard the padding of bare feet over the floor of the hut,
and the bolt slide out of its socket, but it didn't really
register for a while. I was in a fog, and whispers and shuffling,
nothing clicked--till the sharp voice of Elsa pierced through my
reverie.
"You dirty pig!" she said, and my head cleared as if I had
sniffed up on ammonia, "You filthy pervert! You'll pay dearly for
this, I promise you that! These girls are in our custody, we
should protect them, not ravish them!"
The righteousness throbbed through every syllable. I got up
painfully and looked at her, my eyes conveying the scenes I had
witnessed of her and the little girls she'd had sucking her box
like leeches. But there was a hard, marble gleam in her eyes,
apparently she was prepared to overlook her own weaknesses.
I shrugged and told her that if she fucked with me, my
defense would upset a lot of people. She asked what I meant by
that, and I didn't reply, just smiled as if I had a complete
dossier on them all.
This bothered her, I could tell. She became less self-
assured, and turned to the girls instead to order them into bed
and not to say a word about this to anyone till she had researched
my case further.
I went back to my hut and readied my camera for a new
expedition the following night.
Chapter 7
My name stank in Camp Good Health the following day. It
didn't matter what orders I gave, they were all disobedient. So,
rather than subject myself to an exercise in futility, I remained
in my hut for most of the time, reading and listening to the
radio, thinking things over.
As soon as night fell and the camp's nocturnal action ground
into motion, I was up and about with my camera. I had adjusted it
to take good shots in minimum light so I wouldn't disturb anyone
with flash bulbs, and as a result I managed to take some lovely
snap shots.
Lester had expanded his harem considerably, eight little ten-
year-olds all in a row on his bed, their feet dangling above the
floor as one by one they reached for his extended, distended cock
and sucked at the tip of the knob. That's all they could fit into
their mouths, I figured, once more awed at the size of his
monster.
I took some nice profile shots of him, then went over to
Elsa's cabin. She just had her girlfriend with her head between
her legs, and was busy talking with a dozen girls who were fully
dressed. But that one shot was all I needed.
On to Mark's hutch. Mark was stretched over a tiny girl
whose face was screwed up in agony as he drove his cock up her
tiny bald cunt. A number of girls were playing cards on the floor
and drinking whiskey. Cigarettes in their cupid-bow mouths, they
looked like parody tough guys. Not one of them paid much
attention to the goings-on on the bed.
Then, on impulse, I walked over to the cabins of the middle-
aged ladies. To my surprise they weren't busy with games and fun
things to do. In fact, I doubt if the camp entered their minds at
all!
All ten of them were seated around the recreation room quite
naked, their heavy breasts sagging over rounded abdomens, and
their blue-rinsed hairdos looking faker than ever matched with the
greying pubic hair curling plentifully about their old cunts. It
looked to me like they were playing musical chairs or something.
While I photographed them, a strapping black man walked out
of the bathroom, drops of piss still dripping from his shining,
massive cock. I recognized him as one of the camp maintenance
men. I used up a whole roll of film on the little play-off the
old ladies held for his favors.
For some time I stood there watching. They blindfolded the
black man and spun him round and round, all the women giggling and
smiling, hands wringing in their laps. Then they all sat down and
the black man stumbled over at one of their number, to pick the
lucky woman. When they took off his blindfold, I saw him first
scoop up a little pile of notes in the center of the floor, then
take the old lady by the elbow and lead her over to the couch at
the far end of the room where he set to fucking her with mighty
strokes of his giant phallus.
I grinned to myself as I walked off into the night. So that
was why one oughtn't to judge a book by its cover. The last stop
was the director's house. He was home with his wife, a highly
respectable looking couple, gray hairs and great poise. They were
watching television, innocuous enough--except for the two little
girls that were sucking them off in the process.
I changed the roll of film and used up my second roll for the
evening. This was one scene I wanted to be sure of getting. Then
I went back to my cabin, well-pleased with myself, and hid the
rolls in a secret spot, under the floorboards.
The rest of the evening was mine. For once I didn't care
that all the others were fucking. I had had enough. Peace and
quiet were enough for me. I lay back on the bed and closed my
eyes, feeling the tiredness stretch into sleep, that would in turn
be a night's coma.
But it was not to be. The door burst open, and there, with
her arms folded and her face blazing with vigilante fervor, stood
Elsa and her Little Raiders. About twenty of them in all, they
filled my hut and kicked the door shut before a word was uttered.
"We've come to take our revenge," Elsa said gravely, and I
didn't know whether to laugh or flee. I decided not to resist
unless they threatened to do me violence; in which case I would
lay every one of them out!
Not till Elsa produced a gun, then, did I think there was
anything serious going on. The sight of the snub-nosed little
ladies' gun changed everything. I had never looked up the barrel
of any gun before this. Of course I had seen it on TV, and there
had been times when I asked myself what I would do under such
circumstances. Usually I came up with a particularly glib ploy
that got me out of danger.
But right then, looking up the barrel mesmerized me into
complete inaction. I sat still, hardly daring to move in case I
caused her finger to twitch. The girls stood back, seeing I would
not put up a fight.
"Strip," Elsa said harshly, and I hastened to obey. "Now lie
down on your bed, your face in the pillows." I didn't argue.
"And don't forget, if you move, it's all over."
"You can't shoot me!" I cried suddenly. "You don't think
you'd get away with it, do you?"
"Who'd tell?" she shot back, and her cold but accurate logic
dawned on me. None of the girls would talk, and even if they did,
who would believe them? I wouldn't be missed, at least no more
than the average PT instructor who had dropped off a cliff in a
remote neck of the woods.
So I tried to relax. My ears picked up every sound and tried
to analyze it. I couldn't imagine what they would do to me. And
the last thing I expected to happen, did happen.
I felt the firm, silky body of one of the girls slide up and
down the back of me. She was rubbing her cunt all over me, I
realized, as some of the sticky wetness clung to me, and I felt
the outline of her firm lips on my flesh. I could just see it,
her naked little cunt wide open and leaving a snail-like trail on
my body.
My prick reared up, worming up between the bedclothes and my
belly to find room for expansion. I lifted my ass a little to
give it a chance and immediately an inquiring hand darted into the
gap and squeezed my dick as if taking its temperature.
"He's getting there," reported a girl's voice. I didn't
understand any of this, but relished the little girl's gyrations
and was soon lost in her flesh blandishments. She let her nipples
run lightly down my back, just chafing ever so subtly, and brought
my hand to her belly so that I would discover her firm, nude cunt.
I was so hard that I was prepared to fuck my bed if nothing
better came along. The motion began all by itself, nervous and
reflexive, driving the knob of my dick into the blanket where it
found some pleasure in the roughness of the cloth.
"He's there," said the high voice. I waited to see what they
would do next, in the meantime squeezing the little pussy in my
hand. Suddenly a great rush of ice-cold water was tipped over me.
I jumped up, spluttering and cursing, only to see that gun barrel
staring back at me.
"Get down and stay down," Elsa said icily, and I did as I was
told. The bed was wet and unpleasant, I was shaking all over from
the shock and the cold, and my prick was as limp as wet rope.
Little fingers curled around my cock and pulled it back. A piece
of string was tied about it, just below the knob. It wasn't
tight, not painful, but this time I knew what they were driving
at.
I gritted my teeth, determined not to give them the pleasure
they were looking for. The girl sat back down on me, rubbing her
cunt against the cheeks of my ass, and another began to tickle my
balls, weighing them in her hand, and kissing them. Nothing would
succeed because I resisted their success.
How wrong I was. And how mortal my flesh. Within minutes, I
felt the blood pour into my prick. The girls worked harder. One
had her finger up my ass and crooked the top joint to inflame my
passion at the very base of it. My balls were in someone's mouth,
and hard cunts brushed up against my arm and hand, while in the
background I heard the soft moans of love-making.
I couldn't resist anymore. My erection blew itself up like a
balloon on a hydrogen tank, and at once the string bit deep into
the sensitive flesh of my dick. I cried out in pain, and turned
my thoughts to accounting and horse-raising so as to bore my
system back to normal numbness.
No use. They stimulated everywhere they could find an
erogenous zone. My ass was treated to a series of caresses that
made my mind reel, kisses and prying fingers, the nibble of little
teeth, and the chafe of dry cunts working themselves up into a
lather against my flesh.
One of the girls isolated my index finger and jammed it hard
into her cunt, where it lodged in a clasp of dry, hot flesh
palpitating all about it. Naturally I reached for more, my thumb
circling about her clit, and the other fingers exploring as far as
their tether would let them. She got moist very quick, and began
to fuck my finger.
Through all this, my prick felt as if it was being garroted!
I wanted them to stop, and I wanted me to stop cooperating. Deep
down I couldn't believe they would actually shoot me if I put up a
fight, and yet, there was something crazy about Elsa, she might
very well do it just to revenge herself on me for the other night
when I had defiled her sacred shrine, the one between her legs.
With terrific effort I cut my mind off from the flesh, and to
my relief I felt my cock subside, driven down by pain and will
power. When they saw it was no use they took the string off, and
conferred briefly to devise a torture even mote excruciating. I
waited with bated breath. I was getting mad, ready to hit them
all into a stew if they provoked me further. Only the idea of
Elsa and her stupid lady's pistol held me back.
Their next inspiration was to turn me over on my back and tie
me to the bed. I let them do it, counting on their inability to
tie a good knot. I must have been stupid. Those goddamn girl
scouts tied me up like professionals, and then they all gathered
around and stared at my prick, lying limp on my belly.
At least I could see what was going on. Elsa had sat down on
a nearby chair, the gun still on me. The others had stripped and
were either making love among themselves, or were staring at me.
A timid hand reached out and began to jerk me off, bringing new
energy to my cock.
How I cursed its ability to stand up whenever the vibrations
were in order that night! They got me so hard it almost lifted me
off the bed, and then the gamest little girl squatted over it and
began to fuck me, much to the delight of the others.
I enjoyed that. Her little cunt fitted over my prick like a
benign strait jacket, and the smooth friction of her made me feel
like fucking all night. She got wet in seconds, the moisture
opening up new territory for my ever-curious knob, till she was
sitting with her ass flush with my belly.
For a moment I thought perhaps they had punished me enough,
and were in the process of making up for it. But when they saw me
close my eyes and begin fucking her back, they ripped her off my
cock and whipped my prick with pieces of string, stinging little
whips that brought water to my eyes with pain.
And suddenly they all began beating me. Fists and open hands
battered my body, teeth sank into me, nails raked my stomach,
drawing blood and red weals. I wrestled with my bonds to defend
myself but they had me trapped.
Else sat in her chair, grinning, the gun in her purse. While
she watched me, she began to masturbate, her finger deep into her
hairy cunt, in and out, her pink hole wide open, gleaming with
moisture. She grinned more broadly as the girls slapped me around
harder, her hand squeezing her generous cunt and rubbing it as if
she was getting off just on seeing me get hurt.
Then she stood up and said: "Okay, girls, that's enough.
We're going to leave you here, mister, and tomorrow night's going
to be even worse for you. Don't bother calling for help, no one
will hear you. Anyone who helps you will get the same treatment,
you see. That's all."
She turned to leave, but I called her back and said: "I just
want you to know I have incriminating evidence on all of you, so
don't bother thinking you'll turn me in later."
"What sort of evidence," she said mockingly, "illegal love
letters or something?"
"Photos," I said curtly, "of you and all your girls and of
everyone else in the camp as well."
"I told you we should have got him last night," one of the
girls said heatedly, but Elsa shushed her.
"Where are they?" she asked. "Give them to me before I shoot
you."
"They're on their way to my lawyer," I lied, "together with a
note indicting all of you in case I die."
"I don't believe you."
"That's your prerogative," I shrugged, "but check out my
camera over there, and see if I couldn't have taken photos in the
dark without you knowing about it."
This convinced her, but didn't change her mind about leaving
me tied up: "Okay, so we won't kill you, but we'll make it rough
for you. Come on girls, it's our bedtime."
They marched out and slammed the door leaving me alone, tied
up to the bed, smarting from the thousand slaps and the cuts and
bruises they had inflicted on me. A dull, impotent fury burst
inside me--I'd kill them all if they gave me a chance. And I
would kill them slowly!
Somehow I fell asleep, a restless night that left me more
tired in the morning than I had been before. But my mind was
clear enough to figure out a way of releasing myself.
The bed was a steel frame set into slits in the foot and head
ends. By rocking the bed I turned it and me on the side and, by
pulling at the head end, and bashing my buttocks against the
frame, I managed to dislodge it. From there on, it was easy. I
slipped free from the bed, untied the ropes, and sat down while
the blood circulated through the formerly constricted passages.
Revenge burned in my heart. When I stepped outside there was
no one around. It was a hot day, the sun high in the sky and
burning relentlessly, so I figured they'd be at the lake swimming.
I ran through the woods, still naked, running with the ease of an
Indian, thinking what I would do when I caught them.
Elsa's troop was the first that I spotted. I rested for a
moment on a low hill above them, surveying my position. Then I
crept down through the bushes and stopped once more when I was
mere feet from the party.
They were giggling and carefree, some of them in the water,
the rest dozing or chattering on the grass slope that ran down to
the water's edge. Elsa was asleep with a girl in her arms, both
probably spent from incessant sex.
I found a good-sized stick and was about to make my entrance,
when I noticed something. The girl swimming the furthest away
from the edge was in trouble. I could just pick up her faint cry
for help, and see her arm sticking out of the water, waving to
catch someone's attention.
I remembered someone telling me there were some very
treacherous undertows in the lake, and suddenly all my petty
considerations were tossed aside as her peril took over. The
girls on the beach screamed when they saw me sprint past, naked
and covered in cuts, the living image of vengeance, but I kept
going, diving into the water and swimming out with long strokes.
She was going down for the third time when I caught up with
her. I felt the cold current of water suck me in, and my body
contracted sharply to preserve its heat. Quickly I grabbed her
around the chest and swam back into the warmer water before it was
too late.
We got back to the beach in record time. She was hardly
breathing, unconscious, blue with cold. I threw her down on the
grass and applied artificial respiration. She coughed up water
for some time, till she was able to breathe normally and the color
returned to her cheeks.
The emergency had brought us all together again, and the
question of revenge faded without even coming under discussion.
Elsa was especially grateful, since she had been asleep on the
job, and it would have gone badly for her had the girl drowned.
"Anything you want from now on," she told me, "is yours. I'm
sure all the girls agree with me when I say all has been forgiven,
and all is yours for the asking."
A great cheer went up to confirm this. I sat down and tried
to think of what I wanted most. Forty young girls thronging about
me, I could have my pick of them--wouldst that I had forty pricks,
I would fuck them like a hedgehog could fuck forty mice!
I found two girls that appealed to me particularly, and
pointed them out. They leaped forward, smiles on their faces, and
followed me into the woods. I searched till I found the right
spot, a small clearing shaded by the dense crowns of elms. They
sat down beside me, and stared at me till I told them to relax.
One was named Ingrid, the other Kathy. Ingrid was a white-
blonde girl, golden brown, a pale down on her cunt and light pink
nipples topping softly swelling mounds. She was probably fifteen,
fourteen maybe, with shrewd blue eyes and long legs.
Kathy was tall and slender, twelve, no tits, black hair and
dark skin. She sat in the lotus position, the lips of her cunt
pulling away from her untouched valley of love, nestling up
against her heel, on which she rocked gently.
After the frustrations of the previous night, it took me no
time at all to get up a full-sized rip-roaring erection, and they
looked slightly intimidated at the sight of so much dick. I told
Ingrid to taste it and she crawled over through the grass to
timidly kiss the flushed head, and began to lick up and down the
stem.
Kathy came closer. I lifted her up and planted her cunt on
my mouth. She crowed with delight. Without wasting time she
crouched down in the right position and rocked over my face while
my tongue dabbled into her valley, sucking at the hole to get the
fluids down, and flicking at her clitoris.
She was a natural for this kind of thing. Her cunt literally
streamed over me, great waves of pleasure rushing through me every
time a fresh load of nectar dribbled down my tongue and into my
throat. Her hairless cunt was open wide, the lips full and fat,
responding to my tongue by parting even further.
Ingrid was getting the hang of my cock, sucking and licking
it like an expert. I was boiling with lust. That old ache for
cunt struck me again. I propped my head up on my arms and watched
the little cunt sway over my mouth. It was almost out of focus,
it was so close.
I ate and got eaten. Both girls were enjoying themselves
immensely but Ingrid was the first to take the initiative and ease
her loins over my burning cock. She took it slowly, trying to
prevent pain from happening inside her tender young cunt. But she
cried out in intense pain when she busted her hymen on me and
immediately tried to get off. I had different ideas. With both
hands I pushed her all the way down over me, almost toppling Kathy
in the process.
That made the pain more tolerable to her. With the shadow of
a smile, she moved her body up and down, getting as much of my
throbbing cock as she could. Kathy lay down beside us and began
to masturbate furiously, her eyes on the spot where my cock
entered Ingrid's blonde cunt.
I pulled her down over me so that her body was on mine, and
then rolled over to mount her. Her legs spread instinctively, her
long thin legs way up in the air as she abandoned her newly
broken-in cunt to the wiles of my prick.
The heaving of my loins pushed her through the grass each
time I delivered a power stroke, and so we moved through the small
clearing, me in pursuit of her and catching her at every lunge.
Kathy rolled behind us, breathlessly jamming fingers up her little
cunt, changing position whenever she lost sight of my prick
ripping into the tender pink flesh of Ingrid's snatch.
What an epic scene it must have been for an innocent
onlooker. I hunched over little Ingrid like a ravening bull,
ploughing into her and shoving her through the grass like a barrow
without wheels, while Kathy pursued us like a hot dog, beating off
in a fury.
I took out all my frustrations on Ingrid's newly initiated
cunt, ramming home my dick knowing I would, this time, be allowed
to complete the act. So I hung back, fucking her in different
positions and from different angles. Then I gave her a little
rest while I fucked Kathy as an interlude, and ate out Ingrid's
relaxed, wildly wet box.
Back to Ingrid, Kathy pressing her cunt against my face while
I mounted her from behind and rammed my dork up between her
tightly clenched ass cheeks. Eating and fucking, lost in space,
tasting Kathy's fresh juices, still smelling Ingrid's horny fumes.
I rammed home the final strokes, that set Ingrid groaning
like the demons had possession of her, and caused Kathy to roll in
the grass, high up on her back, her legs waving in the air, while
three bunched fingers forced their way into her cunt.
We reached the vinegar stroke together and pushed on through
the flimsy barrier between dream and reality. The orgasms were
fine and consuming, hurtling us into the zone of bliss for a
period.
Then we came down, gulping and panting, our eyes closed with
exhaustion, tumbling back into the grass and resting, me on the
bottom, two slight bodies prostrate over me. Ingrid's hands were
over my cock, rubbing it, and spreading the white sperm over my
belly among the curling blond hairs absentmindedly.
I don't know how long we lay there. It grew cooler and the
sun disappeared, a soft rain descended on us, and still we didn't
see the need to move. Only when we heard thunder in the distance
did we stir and begin the long walk back to camp.
What a difference in the reception I got when I walked inside
the cafeteria that evening! Girls smiled at me, their eyes
checking out my crotch once more, and the promise of much sex
dangled before my eyes like a carrot dipped in the most
intoxicating champagne!
Elsa sat down beside me and reaffirmed that all had been
forgiven. She even went so far as to grope for my balls under the
table cloth, but I knew she didn't like to so I told her it was
okay.
It was okay, sure enough. Those shining young eyes upon me,
and all those pre-pubescent cunts on the long benches, shifting
uneasily as the anticipation of harsh fucking grew in their
subconscious minds--I'd made sure it was okay!
Chapter 8
Despite the grandiose evening the girls treated me to that
evening, I still went into town the next day to have my photos
developed privately. It took me some time to find a photographer
who could be bought for a sum I could afford. Finally I found a
man who required little more than a masked set of his own copies.
Because I didn't trust him, and because he understood why, I
was in the darkroom with him while he developed them, and
scratched out the faces on the copies meant for his collection.
The other copies, and the negatives, went to me.
They were perfect shots, every one of them. Gloating, I sent
the negatives to my private post office box, and tucked the
developed prints into my wallet. To celebrate I went into a bar
for a quick drink.
The day stretched out before me. I was free till I chose to
return to the camp. If the director, or anyone else for that
matter, wanted to take me to task for it, that was fine with me.
But I felt pretty sure no one would jeopardize his future just to
slap me on the wrist.
The bar was quiet. All decent folks were at work. Only
myself, a few local characters, and a middle-aged woman were in
there drinking. The middle-aged woman took an interest in me, and
considering the kind of competition I had in that bar, I didn't
blame her.
After downing my drink and ordering two more, I sat down
beside her and slid the spare glass over. She smiled gratefully
and we struck up a conversation. The usual talk, was I at Camp
Good Health, yes I was and what did she do for a living, stuff
like that. The whole talk was just a preamble for bed, and we
both knew it.
It turned out she was married to a sailor who was, at that
moment, somewhere in the Mediterranean. Her children were at
school, she was lonely, looking for distractions, perhaps I could
help? I said I would sure try, if she would only take me to her
place.
She drank her drink down in a flash and was on her feet
before I even had the whole sentence out of my mouth. It was only
a few blocks before we reached a neat suburban house with a two-
car garage. She opened the front door and showed me into the
living room. Then she excused herself for a moment.
Actually, seen in the light of day, she wasn't nearly as
middle-aged as she had seemed in that bar. In her thirties, I
guessed, maybe she'd had a hard life. But she was a well-built
woman, full-breasted, full-hipped, and she carried herself well.
I relaxed with the drink she'd set up for me, and enjoyed my
holiday away from the camp. It was good that I had met her,
perhaps screwing with an older woman would make it easier for me
to readjust to my wife when I got back home. Because I realized
how dangerous this new appetite of mine was. I only had two hopes
of escaping its deadly pincers: to fuck my way through and out of
it, or to find a more alluring alternative.
Her name was Bertha, not provocative, being more reminiscent
of Big Bertha and Boxcar Bertha, but one didn't fuck the name.
She led me up to her bedroom. I noticed she smelled very sweet,
and that her ass wobbled freely. So that's what she had been
doing while I relaxed over a drink--taken her corset off, and put
on that cloying perfume.
She smiled broadly when I embraced her and pressed her ample
loins into mine as her mouth found my lips, and we kissed. There
was something peculiar about kissing her, not just the taste of
cracking lipstick or the smell of nicotine on her breath, but its
loose wetness. I didn't like it, it was too sloppy, too worn for
me.
And yet I kept it up, feeling the faint stirrings in my prick
as if it was willing to give it a try. I caressed her back,
feeling the yielding flesh of her big ass, a real woman's ass,
round and fulsome and that more than anything else got me aroused.
Clothes were scattered about the room, our flesh appearing
from layers of civilization. Her full bosom turned out to be two
enormous sagging jugs with stretch marks running down them like
wood grain. Her stomach was full and rounded, tapering down into
a triangle of bushy grey curls. Big thighs pressed together above
her knees, the flesh off-white and shot with blue veins, the
bulges of her ass visible even from the frontal view--I hesitated.
But my prick seemed undaunted. It stood up from my belly and
bobbed restlessly in the direction of her cunt. She grabbed it
greedily and sank down on her knees before me to stretch her red
painted lips wide to accommodate all of it in one frightening
gulp.
I stood my ground, my hands not knowing what to do with
themselves while she sucked at me. I looked down at her back, the
flab hanging down, curving out into big hams that were deeply
indented by her heels. More than anything, I felt sorry for her.
She, on the other hand, seemed to feel everything but
sympathy for me. She had much of my horn in her mouth, and was
feeling me up with both hands. Only by means of her expert
stimulation did she keep me hard. Maybe she knew it. She ran her
hands down my legs and back up, feeling my balls, fingering my
ass, and squeezing the buttocks, while her breathing rasped
feverishly.
Her head jerked back and forth over my dick, trying to
masturbate me with her mouth. Then, when she thought I was horny
enough, she stood up and kissed me deeply before reclining on the
bed, her legs wide apart, her face eager.
I looked at her grey-haired box and was reminded of nothing
so much as frosted swamp grass. It had become shapeless with age
and wear, the lips flabby, and hole too big and too red, and I
just knew what it would feel like around my dick. So, rather than
eat her out, which is what she wanted me to do, I got on top of
her and quickly poked my dick up her before it would be too limp
for penetration.
I had been right. Like fucking a quaking bog. Her face was
ridiculously radiant, her breathing forced, and her tits felt like
old wet sponges sewn up in bags of skin two sizes too large.
Suddenly I couldn't do it anymore, as if the off switch had been
flicked way down in my balls.
The erection simply vanished. The look in her eyes was one
of tragedy, and I felt terrible. Nothing is quite as humiliating
as losing your hard-on during your first date. But I knew the
reasons for it, and I also knew I'd better not tell her or she'd
take after me with a cleaver.
"I think it's a vitamin deficiency," I told her in
confidential tones. "I know about these things, being a PT
instructor, and it wouldn't have happened if I had had access to
the camp supplies of Vitamin E. But they didn't have any, and
I've really been burning those calories up lately, so ..."
"Is that all it is?" she asked, with relief in her voice.
"Well, that's easily fixed. I'll just go to the drug store and
get you some."
"Don't go to any trouble," I said hastily. "I'll go and get
some myself and then I'll come back tomorrow to make up for this."
"No, no," she said, getting up and dressing. "I don't want a
pretty fella like you escaping me, no sir! You just relax now
while I get those vitamins. It'll take me half an hour to walk to
the drugstore because I don't have a car, since I smashed it up
last week, but don't you worry. And I'm taking your trousers,
just in case you get impatient."
She walked out, her ass bouncing with an air of triumph. I
gnashed my teeth. Fucking old whore, she knew all the tricks and
more! Taking my goddamn trousers. Well, I couldn't say she was
dumb.
A few minutes after she had left the house, I heard the front
door open and footsteps coming up the stairs. I expected it to be
her, she probably borrowed some from next door, just to speed up
the showdown. But to my surprise a very pretty young girl of
eleven walked in.
She was only mildly surprised to see me. "Are you my mom's
new man?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I guess so," I said uncertainly, "what's your name?"
"Julia, just like my mom," she said, fiddling with a lock of
her long brown hair, "and I have a boyfriend."
"Oh yeah? What do you do with him?"
"We play mummies," she said, "only he calls it mothers and
fathers."
"And what happens when you play that game?" Something
impelled me to pursue the matter. She sat on the edge of the bed,
swinging her legs in the air. What a morsel she was! My mouth
watered at the very sight of her. Fresh, naive, innocent of
everything that her mother had had too much of.
"Johnny lets me see his thing and then I make it stand up,"
she said proudly. "It always stands up for me."
"Let's see," I said, "I don't believe you can make mine stand
up, so let's see you do it."
"Where is it?" she asked, responding to the challenge as if
still in class.
I threw the covers back and exposed my limp member to her
wide open blue eyes. She reached out and took it in her moist
little fist, jerking up and down. Awkward at first, she soon got
the hang of it and sure enough, she made it stand up.
"You see?" she said victoriously, "I make it stand up every
time."
"What does Johnny do to you in return?" I asked.
"He makes me take my pants down and tries to stick it up me.
Do you want to see where he tries to stick it, mister?"
"Yes, I would, I'm curious about things like that."
Her pants came down, a little grubby from playing at school,
and her chubby, firm cunt appeared. What a feast for the eyes!
Round, with a wide split running up the middle, her little ass
cheeks visible behind it, I couldn't resist touching it just for a
second.
She drew back at that, and told me only Johnnie was allowed
to touch her there! I told her that, since she had touched my
thing, I should be allowed to touch her thing. That gave her food
for thought. Eventually she said I could touch her.
"How about taking all your clothes off then?" I proposed,
"then we can touch each other all over."
"My mummy wouldn't like it," she hesitated.
"She'll never know," I said, side-stepping the obvious reply
to her statement. She nodded and undressed. All pink and soft,
her chest slightly full, just puffy, with her pretty face flushed
with uncertainty, till I took her hand and pulled her down on me.
Once our flesh met she sensed what to do. She kissed me.
Her mouth was hard and wet, and she smelled of candy and chewing
gum. I slipped my tongue deep into her mouth just to savor all
those childish tastes, and she drew back coughing. I apologized
and told her I would buy her candy later, which was the quickest
way to mollify her. She came back into my arms and we tried
again.
Vitamin E wasn't in it. My dick was as hard and hot as a red
poker, just aching to get into her little snatch. She seemed to
be warming up pretty quick, and, to keep her on the ascent, I
began kissing her soft breasts, pressing into them and drawing the
nipples out till she panted with excitement.
In some ways she was like the primitive person who
experiences sun for the first time--delighted, a little frightened
and in awe of the phenomenon. Her excitement exceeded anything
she had experienced before and she snapped in the middle of our
love making so that her resistance vanished and she abandoned
herself to me utterly.
She lay back, her stomach curving out as her loins pressed
into my mouth when I reached her cunt, and I could tell by her
face that my tongue was doing a grand job for her. I fell into
it, almost, sucking and licking greedily, savoring each trace of
piss and sweat, the remains of baby powder and the smell of cotton
underwear, along with the womanly odor of her juices that ran
freely from the moment I laid my mouth on her.
I drank my heady draft deep, fingering her tight cunt to
relax the muscles gripping around the rim. She groaned and
struggled in closer, her little hands on her tiny tits, caressing
them with random squeezes.
My dick was in the process of boring a hole into the
mattress. I wanted her so badly I was willing to forsake her
pleasure for the sake of mine but I kept a hold on myself. I
wanted her to reach her peak before I inserted myself so that
taking her over the top would be a simpler matter. One thing I
had learned in the past week was that without an orgasm, a fuck is
just like burning the bridge. I licked her ass and ran my tongue
up the tight furrow between the two firm orbs of flesh, my fingers
titillating her nipples till they were hard with passion. Her
slender body was racked with pleasure, choppy seas of passion
causing her to jerk and writhe around the pivotal cunt.
Finally the whistle blew and I mounted her speedily. My cock
found its own way in, simply knocking the door down and barging
right up her hallway without further ado. She screamed in a pitch
that almost defied my hearing, but I recognized it as the
expression of a full pain and pleasure mixture.
Blood and juices all over the sheets, my balls banging up
against her button asshole, feeling her lithe body beneath mine.
Her arms came around me and held me close while each stroke I
delivered sent her off into a paroxysm of passion. I thought my
cock would fly off like a bung under pressure.
The clamp of her hot, pulsing flesh around my stroking dick
proved too much for my self control. In a final wild flourish of
pneumatic strokes I brought us both into a hearty climax and it
was over. We grinned at each other the way people do when they've
just made each other happy, and then I got up quickly. If her
mother came home and found us like that, it'd be the sheriff's
office for sure.
"Come on," I said, ripping the sheet off the bed, "find
another sheet and throw this one away, or else your mom's going to
know what we've been doing."
She looked at the patch of blood and stain, and saw my point.
From the chest of drawers she took another sheet and, while I
placed it over the mattress, she ran downstairs with the soiled
one and disposed of it. I made the bed and sat down on it when I
was fully dressed, i.e., as fully as a man can be when he has no
trousers.
Little Julia went down into the kitchen and fixed me a cup of
coffee and brought it up to me. Just as I took my first sip, the
front door slammed to and big Julia came in.
"So you met my little girl, huh," she said, "and you got
dressed for her sake. That's mighty decent of you, but it wasn't
necessary. She's seen them all, all the men I've had in this bed.
Anyway, here's your vitamins, take a handful to be sure."
She looked uglier than ever to me, but I swallowed the pills
and undressed once more to join her in the bed. Julia, to my
surprise, remained in the room, sitting down on the chair next to
her mother, and watching while she tried to seduce me.
I wanted to oblige the mother if only to make up for the
decoration of her daughter. But my prick has a mind of its own
and, since it had been sated, it showed no inclination to budge.
At first I was able to pretend that I was waiting for the vitamins
to take effect, and the older Julia indulged me.
Little Julia sat on the chair, swinging her legs and sipping
at an ice cube, watching us gravely as if endeavoring to pick up
pointers for her own sex life. Her presence gave the affair a
dash of flavor, anyway, and her mother tried to enliven the
proceedings by tugging at my limp member and pressing her ragged
lips over mine.
That turned the flame right down. She felt the limpness
become complete and, with a sound like a snarl, dove down to give
me head.
I lay there, looking up little Julia's skirt, doing my best
to get erect. The mother's mouth drove down to the very base of
my prick and went even further to fish up one of the balls and
suck at it.
She was an expert. In the barrenness of my loins she managed
to grow a few feeble flowers, and, with the aid of little Julia's
leg-swinging, panty-peeping exhibition, those blooms turned into a
sunflower. The mother got up, grinning triumphantly and made to
squat over my erect prick. I wanted to tell her she had to be
quick if she wanted to catch it, but I was too ashamed.
And sure enough. No sooner did the flushed knob catch sight
of the hoary bog than it sagged in the middle and slipped out of
her hand like a swooning damsel.
"What the fuck does it take to get you hard!" Julia said
angrily, "do you expect me to suck all day just to get a thrill!"
"I don't know what's wrong with me," I said humbly, fingering
my dick and trying to persuade it, "maybe the vitamins are old,
let me see the bottle."
She tossed the bottle at me. The date showed they were
fresh, at the peak of their effectiveness in fact. Her face was
dark with fury and frustration. She sat down on my thighs and
began to masturbate me. I could feel the wet hotness of her twat
and wished it was the next day.
"Can I help you, Mommy?" Julia said, hopping off the chair
and coming over.
"Sit down and shut up," said her mother. She blew her
chance, I thought sadly, watching the little girl clamber back up
on the chair awkwardly, so that her dress rode up and gave me a
full view of her cotton drawers.
"Why don't you let her help you," I said, trying to look
scientific about it, "you never know, she might learn something
from it all."
"The kid's eleven years old!" Julia protested. "She's not
supposed to know a damn thing about things like this!"
"That's why she's in the room with us?"
"She gets lonely," the mother muttered, "all right, kid, come
here and take your clothes off. Maybe it is time you put some of
that learning into practice."
My cock shot up like a jack-in-a-box, and the older woman
turned her curious gaze on me instantly. Then she nodded and
grinned to herself. Little Julia got into bed with us and wrapped
her arms around me, her warm nude cunt pressing against my side.
I got so hard I thought I would burst, and the mother took
advantage of my condition to slip her big cunt over it.
My hands went over to little Julia, pressing her inchoate
tits once more with feeling, and fingering her wet cunt, savoring
its firm smoothness, so different from her mother's fucked-up
swamp.
And yet, that swamp didn't feel bad as its silky, worn
insides quivered along the sides of my cock, and the juices
bubbled and slurped around it. I lay back, moving my loins into a
better position, and began kissing the little girl while her
mother fucked me harder to get my attention back. She fought a
losing battle.
Little Julia knew the score. She squatted over my face and
let me eat her out while she held on to the bedpost and moaned.
Her mother was amazed to see her daughter behaving like that, but
soon took it in her stride. Besides, her eyes got glassier by the
second as she felt the virility of my upright prick barge into her
ancient temple.
All of us were becoming increasingly heated. The bed creaked
ominously as her massive ass belted down upon me. I was terrified
she'd miss her goal, the power of those motions would surely snap
my prick in two. But she was an old hand at it.
Little Julia squirmed over my face, losing track of my tongue
and sitting on my nose or my forehead, even my chin, wherever she
could find the pressure her naive cunt needed so badly. Her
mother came like a poleaxed ox, but didn't break her beat, just
kept on fucking even while she teetered and gasped on top of me.
Little Julia and I found her spot together. I nibbled at her
tiny clitoris and she came with a squeal of surprise, alarm, and
bliss. She lost her balance and fell back against her mother's
bouncing breasts, where she rested contentedly for some minutes
before coming back to my mouth.
I wanted nothing more than for the mother to get off me so I
could plant the daughter on it. How I longed for the firm clasp
of her flesh! Recollections of our passionate fuck flooded my
brain. I couldn't take this loose bog anymore, I had to have the
girl.
With an angry shrug I threw the mother off. She was
unprepared and fell off the bed. It must have knocked her out,
because she didn't move. Like a flash I was up into little Julia,
and we began fucking like lunatics who've just come out of
isolation.
She had been dying for it the whole time, and now that I was
giving it to her, she nearly went crazy with joy. Gasping and
screaming, her thin legs curling around me and holding me tight,
she banged her loins into mine while my giant wild prick ploughed
into her.
Her cunt became mine. I could feel all the sensations she
was feeling, as well as my own. The way the flesh parted under
the pressure of my ravaging dick and how the fluids oozed out of
the dark cavern walls. My head hummed with the sharp tingles and
blanket ecstasies she gave it, and I drove in deeper, deeper,
while my groin ground against her cunt to bring her undone.
We fucked up a lather. She was shaking, dribbling, gulping
hysterically for air whenever she forgot to breathe, and climaxing
wonderfully. Finally I blew my wad into her snug little cunt and
lay on top of her.
When I looked up, the elder Julia was on the chair, rubbing
her head and looked very pissed off with both of us. She ordered
her daughter to bed without supper, and she told me to get the
hell out of her house before she could fetch the shotgun from her
closet.
I can take a hint if nothing else. Dressing hurriedly, I
bade my young love goodbye, thanked my hostess, and ran out of the
front door while she made threatening motions from the closet.
Out in the street I just kept going, trying to guess what sort of
a range a shotgun had.
After a quick drink, I got back into the car and sat there
for some time before I turned the ignition and drove slowly back
to Camp Good Health. My heart was still beating wildly with the
excitement of the afternoon, and I felt the die had been cast for
good. Older women were out, younger girls were in.
And when that truth finally established itself in my mind, I
could hardly wait to get back to the camp to take my pick of the
spring chickens walking about in there with nothing to do but
provide pleasure.
What a life--a couple of weeks ago nothing and in that short
a time I could fuck myself silly without the slightest risk of
apprehension, or of the supply running low.
Somewhere, some time, I must have done something right, I
figured.
Chapter 9
After two weeks, Camp Good Health had declined into a running
orgy. The director had heard about my snapshots and had instantly
withdrawn into his cottage, thus creating a power vacuum. No one
else dared fill it, in case they should earn my wrath. The photos
hung over the camp like the sword of Damocles and the result was
chaos.
Organized hikes and physical exercises just weren't in it
anymore. The girls were quick to take advantage of the relaxation
of discipline and scoffed at any attempt to get them to do things
for their own good. Instead, they hung out in the huts and on
corners, smoking and playing cards, forming gangs and terrorizing
other gangs.
As for us leaders, we cut our little morsels off the bunch
and consumed them in the privacy of our cabins, living high and
sleeping late, with occasional runs into town to replenish
supplies of liquor and beer.
I got kind of tired of this wholesale debauchery, and at one
stage contemplated taking over the reins of the camp myself, till
Elsa showed me some indelicate photographs of me cavorting with a
troop of little girls. So we were all equal!
For a few days I went along with the riotous goings-on,
walking into huts late at night to play blind man's buff, also
known as blind date. This was amusing mainly because you never
knew who you would screw beforehand, and some of the plainer girls
got their oats this way. But then the cheating started, prior
arrangements, attention-getting gimmicks, and quarrels.
Besides, much of the pleasure had gone out of fucking. With
everyone doing it all the time, it had become like brushing your
teeth under orders, or passing a qualifying test. I felt fucked
out and listless, nothing excited me anymore, and as the days went
by I began hiding out in the woods with a good book.
One day I gathered a beach towel, a transistor radio, and a
book, and traipsed off into the forest, headed for the lake.
Behind me, girls screeched with laughter while watching Elsa and
her Little League lesbians perform a symphony of sucking, and
further down were Lester Phipps and his Maidens demonstrating a
number of tricks designed to intensify sexual delights. Mark had
disappeared long ago with about twenty girls and enough food to
keep them in the woods for a week.
I felt tired, a little heartsick. It had been such fun
before, why did it have to get gross? Mumbling to myself, I
walked through trees and shrubs, soon lost in the silence of the
forest. Suddenly I heard snapping twigs. I stood still and
pricked my ears up. I got the direction, then saw the vague flash
of a figure coming towards me.
It was Sandy. Tall, lithe, her black skin shining with
sweat, and her little tits heaving from the exertion, she stumbled
up to me and fell around my neck while trying to catch her breath.
In a strange way I was pleased to see her. Ever since the time we
fucked, I had often thought about her, recalling her panther-like
body and the supple muscles under her smooth skin.
Finally, she found her voice and said, "Let me stick around
with you, James. I'm so pissed with those girls I could throw
up."
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Ah, they're all giving me the treatment. You know how they
are, all mouth when they're in a group. Besides, I hate girls,
they're nothing but bitches."
"Why do you say that?" We began walking, following a faint
trail towards the lake. "You seemed to have a lot of friends last
time we met."
"They were just out to get you, not to look after me," she
said, looking straight ahead with a touch of bitterness appearing
in her voice, "and then that Southern bitch, but forget it. You
don't mind if I hang out with you, do you?"
"I'm glad you found me." I said. "Let's get away from all
the others, right away. Maybe we'll never come back. What do you
say?"
"Oh, that's too good for words!" she cried, throwing her arms
around my neck and kissing me with her wide, full mouth. "Man, I
could really dig to see the last of those assholes!"
We walked hand in hand through the deeply-shaded woods, and
reached the lake early in the afternoon. There were a few girls
swimming on the opposite shores. They were a small minority who
didn't like the others either. And, since we left them alone,
they stayed clear of us.
It was warm and sunny, a cool zephyr blowing across the
rippling surface of the lake. We stretched out in a dense patch
of grass and unwound into the relaxed atmosphere of the place.
Sandy had on shorts and a halter top, her long legs drawn up so I
caught the beginning of her rounded buttocks just below the wide
shorts. Faint tingles ran up my insides like air bubbles in an
aquarium.
She saw the look in my eye but didn't respond. Her face
struck me in all its beauty, the high cheekbones and the turned
down almond-shaped eyes, the skin stretched taut over her firm
jawbones and down over her long, finely-muscled neck. Just
looking at her took my breath away. But then she turned to me,
and her queenly, aloof beauty became friendlier, more
approachable.
"Do you like me, James?" she asked. Her voice was high and
silvery, young even for her tender years.
"I like you very much," I said huskily, the words catching in
my throat. Her lips caught my eye, full and wide, the brilliant
white teeth flashing behind them, lips that I recalled in minute
detail from our one night together. How I longed to kiss them
again.
"Why do you like me?" I wondered if she was teasing, or just
looking for reassurance.
"Because you're beautiful and you're yourself," I said. She
smiled and came a little closer to me. I took her hand and she
squeezed mine. She told me how horrible she had felt when the
vigilantes had rent us asunder, and she had found it impossible to
get to sleep that night.
"Maybe this time it'll end differently," I suggested.
"Oh, I hope so, James. You made me feel so good last time
and then, just as I was near to feeling perfect, those bitches
interrupted and I felt like I had a broomstick up my cunt for the
whole night."
"Let's take a swim," I said. She nodded and took off her
clothes. Once again, she charged me up as if the sight of her
jumped me. Those smooth long limbs, the blackness of her cunt
with the tiny curls just pushing up out of her skin, and those
hard titties with the dark nipples, all of it combined into a
potent brew. Then, as she walked towards the lake, I saw her
dimpled buttocks, round and pressed together into a razor-thin
furrow, rolling smoothly as oiled bearings.
By the time I hit the water, I was as hard as a board, raring
to go. But we had all the time we could need, no sense in
hurrying anything. She cried out in pleasure as she leaped about
in the water, splashing me and diving under, her short cropped
curls flat down her exquisite skull, looking more like a water
sprite than a twelve-year-old schoolgirl.
I stood up to my waist in the cool waters, and watched her
play. The sun sent golden dusty beams through the foliage to play
about her, bouncing off the waters and created an aura that lit up
her skin and made her teeth flash brilliantly.
In spite of the cool water, my cock rose with dizzying speed,
the flushed knob peeking out over the surface as if providing her
with a beacon to home in on. And she did. Still playing,
splashing, pretending not to notice me, she came closer and
closer, till she threw her arms around my neck and made me lose my
balance.
We toppled into the water, kissing and embracing till we were
forced up for oxygen. Breathless and laughing, she waded through
the water away from me, jumping when it became shallow enough to
vault the water, and ran onto the beach to fall headlong in the
grass.
I ran after her, tugged by my trembling erection, my eyes
wide, staring at her graceful figure plunging to the shore. The
water resisted my progress but I was hardly aware of it. I could
only think of making love with her.
On the grass beside her, my hands running over her wet skin,
feeling the curves of her flesh, its resilience, my fingers easing
into the tight furrow of her cheeks and burrowing in deep till
they touched her tiny asshole. She pressed in close to me, her
flesh setting mine on fire.
Holding onto her ass, I slid down into the join of her thighs
and allowed my tongue to tarry between the top of her wide cleft,
caressing the pulvinated skin and relishing each tiny curl peeking
out of it. Her back arched tautly, bringing her cunt up higher so
I would dig my tongue up her hole, and I obliged her happily.
She had a taste all of her own. Though she refused to use
perfume, she favored bath oils, one in particular that smelled
like an orange grove, fresh, a little bitter, fragrant without
being cloying. I could smell the remains of it in her cunt,
together with a tangy blend of human secretions that added up to
olives and mushroom, but could instantly change to quite a
different taste like a sweet meat, or almonds.
I sucked all of it into me, tasting it all the way down my
throat and smelling it with all the power of my nostrils. The
sticky fluids and the spit mingled to cover my face and absorb me
all the more into the wonderful world of her box, while she
writhed and groaned, her back as taut as a bow and quiver.
Her legs came around my neck so that her sinewy thighs were
clasped about my ears. I pulled the cheeks of her ass further
apart so that the dark valley stretched wide, and ran my tongue up
in hard licks, concentrating about the clitoris that had appeared
out of its tuck of skin and reared up like a mighty midget, hard
as a bullet.
How she danced when I chafed it subtly with my teeth, the
fluids gushing down and running over my fingers into the furrow
itself. I lifted her up higher and gave my mouth free rein in her
ass. It nipped and nibbled, licked and tasted, caressed and
chewed, rimming her asshole, then the elastically constricted hole
of her cunt, easing in and out, flicking at drops of nectar
wherever they were.
Her hips began to jerk convulsively and she begged me to give
her a break, just for a moment, so she could absorb all the rushes
of ecstasy I had triggered off in her. I wanted to keep going but
she slid out of my grasp and before I could retrench, she was down
on me.
I saw she meant business, so I lay back and relaxed. Her
instincts were either working at full pelt, or she had had lessons
from the other demons disguised as little girls, because she
worked me over like a blowjob queen.
Her wide mouth stretched around my vibrant cock, to linger
around the burning head for a moment before plunging down around
the sides. I groaned and tried to dig into the ground with my
back under the sheer force of feeling. She went up and did it
again, and again I could hardly take it all. She was like an
arsonist, setting my body alight with the sudden brilliance of a
flash cube.
Suddenly I wanted nothing else in this world than to be blown
by her. And that, for me, is peculiar, since I have never thought
highly of men who go into sexual escapades just to have their
peeny-weeny sucked. She was good, super good, her lips and tongue
shivering around my flesh till it threatened to disintegrate into
ecstatic ashes.
But she brought me too close to blowing, and in the back of
my mind the idea of fucking was still very strong. With a titanic
exertion of mind over flesh, I pulled free and laid her out on the
beach towel.
She looked at me, ripe and ready, her eyes focusing with
effort, and smiling distractedly when I covered her body with
mine. Her hand went down to my groin and guided my aching cock
into her soaked hole, where it slipped inside as though there was
a vacuum to suck it in.
My cock felt as if it would explode into a fountain of hot
cream at any second. It was all self-discipline for me, hardly
able to enjoy the feeling of her tense, wet flesh clamped around
my cock like a silken sheath rubbed with precious oils.
She simmered while I fucked carefully, flying up and boiling
over now and then when my cock hit the spot, and subsiding once
more into a hot time bomb of a woman set for Any Time. Fucking
her was like playing a perfectly tuned violin; you knew that, as
long as you stroked correctly, she would respond totally.
Though I had to gnash my teeth and keep my thoughts at bay, I
knew I had reached a state of bliss that is denied most men. We
fucked tightly, cautiously, knowing that one wrong move would
trigger off a welter of discords and send us erupting into
premature climaxes, thus dissipating a moment which ought to last
forever.
There was nothing childish about her now. The woman in her,
that had been lying barely dormant ever since she was born, had
burst through all the veneers, leaving only a child's body to do
it all with. And who needed more? Firm and strong, her tits
madly exciting despite their lack of volume, her loins deft and
supple, her cunt a masterpiece and torrid, she was all I wanted.
We barely moved for some time, our bodies just squeezing up
against each other in a slow, regular motion. My prick was up to
the hilt in her cunt, regaled by juices and the softest flesh.
Only our pubic bones came together, nudging each other towards a
climax on the grand scale, but doing it slowly, as if we were
spinning a silk cocoon.
Enveloped in our womb of passion, we fucked, speeding up now
that the end was in sight, ascending up the mountain recklessly,
knowing that wherever we dropped we would land in each other's
arms. Her cries grew higher, tighter, till they were barely
audible squeals--one more thrust, and her voice abruptly dropped
several octaves to give out a full-throated roar of pleasure.
That was my cue. My body rocked and shook as my loins gave
way to all the pent-up energy, and slammed each thrust home
rapidly, lightning reaming, my cock agitating her insides till the
juices splattered and dribbled down both our thighs. Then my body
convulsed from head to toe and I let fly a wad as big as a
howitzer shell which burst up high and sent her off on another
thrilling spasm.
I tumbled off her, stretching out in the cool grass and
letting it bring necessary relief to my quivering nerve ends. Her
black skin shone with sweat and the varying rays of sun bursting
through the foliage above, and once more she made me dizzy with
her exotic beauty.
She rolled over towards me and I cradled her in my arms as we
both dozed off, utterly spent and content, our bodies enjoying one
of the rare moments granted us on earth, a moment when we have no
needs at all. Famous beauties could parade past me at such times,
they could poke their cunts at me, try to force their strawberry
nipples down my throat, and I would not turn a hair.
When we woke up it was late afternoon. The girls who had
earlier been swimming had disappeared, and we had the entire lake
to ourselves. Without words, we walked into the water and swam
towards the raft that had been anchored in the center of the lake,
where we climbed aboard and rested in the fading sunlight.
The forest spread out away from the lake into every
direction, and the polychromatic rays of the sun bathed it in a
dazzle of colors, while turning the sky a dark blue at one end,
and painting it red at the other horizon, with tiny clouds
streaked red, orange, and purple hanging near the sun.
Still silent, we watched it go down, disappearing finally in
a crescendo of fragmented hues and tints, till it became quite
dark over the lake. But it was still warm, all the heat absorbed
by the water during the day oozing upwards now to keep the
temperature even with the air.
"Couldn't we build a hut here," she said finally, "and live
here forever, just the two of us?"
I didn't answer, but I certainly thought about it. Hell, to
have her with me permanently would be more happiness than I was
prepared for. But people would talk, and they'd drag us apart,
just as they always did with those who diverged from their
standards of normalcy.
Instead of answering, I kissed her, and she pressed into me
with a natural urgency. My hands roved over her hard body,
slipping over the polished skin, the sinews and long muscles, the
bones, feeling her all over and holding her so close that we
almost merged.
Her breathing came to my ears like whispered music, a guide
for action. My touch seemed to excite her instantly, like
flicking on the lights, and it was contagious. My hand found her
breasts and squeezed them tenderly, kissing her nipples and
rolling my tongue around them till they were erect and she pushed
them further into my mouth.
I stuck with her tits for a long time, kissing, sucking,
holding them in my palms, rubbing them soft and hard, while she
moaned and indicated she could take that for a long time. She was
like a barely tame cat the way she responded, curving her body and
purring way down, her face expressing an animal excitement that
would only be tempered later when people taught her how to act
like a lady.
While I sucked I went through all the phases of tit-
consciousness, beginning with babyhood when the tit is the center
of the universe, graduating through childish fantasies about those
bobbing bundles of flesh behind the motherly blouse, and
adolescent tit-fantasies that require bigger and bigger tits
before satisfaction may be attained, till tits look like
mountains, and their bearers fade out like the Cheshire cat.
All added fuel to my fire, though there was hardly enough tit
to go round. Yet what little there was, was indeed precious.
Tender flesh, innocent and new, blacker in the night, and sweeter
than any I had tasted. But finally I parted from them, when her
breathing came harshly and her trembling became critical.
I contented myself with a quick drink of her cunt, there was
no need for further foreplay. She was sopping wet and very hot,
the trembling shaking up her whole body, her way of telling me to
fling it into her.
But rather than subject her tender skin to the risk of
picking up splinters from the wooden raft's rough planks, I lay on
my back and brought her on top of me. She eased aboard with a
deep sigh of contentment, on her knees for the moment while my
prick plumbed her depths.
Then, when I was way up into her, she lay on top of me so
that the maximum amount of her pressed against the most she could
get of me, and my prick was wedged securely between her closed
thighs, bent a little, just the knob sliding up and down the hot
canal of her cunt.
She squirmed subtly so that her clitoris could get the most
out of it, and I imagined I could feel the hard little knob
writhing against my prick. But I knew I could feel her cunt--
smooth and wet, it entrapped my prick in a heavenly hold,
palpitating slightly to do maddening things to it.
We lay like that till she came with a sudden shudder, after
which she got up and squatted over me with her back turned to me.
I waited to see what she had in mind.
With both hands she pulled at the full cheeks of her ass,
exposing both orifices to me. And I, taking my sorely throbbing
cock in hand, steered it at her asshole. At first I didn't think
she would go through with it. The first touch of my prick alarmed
her, and when the knob pushed at her sphincter muscles, she
emitted a small cry of pain.
But with rare courage she pressed on, and slowly my well
greased member worked its way up her ass, fighting to separate the
constricted walls while her asshole stretched excruciatingly. I
think she was sobbing a bit but she kept on going, her ass taut
and heart-shaped in front of me, shining in the soft glow of
moonlight, her long, slender back and her broad shoulders curved
forward while she supported herself on both hands to get the rest
of me inside.
We did it. She sat down on my pubic bone with a long sigh,
and rested up awhile. Then we struggled together while I got up
on my knees and loomed over her to begin fucking her ass with
short, slow strokes. My prick was so hard and swollen I thought
it would choke inside her tiny channel, but somehow it found the
margin and the flexibility necessary to get cracking.
I ploughed in and out, taking longer strokes as her cunt
juices lubricated the smooth, damp tissue around my intruding
cock, and her pain slowly melted into pure, sharp pleasure.
Faster now, my loins driving the prick home to the hilt with a
snapping whip that forced high cries out of her throat, cries of
inhuman bliss.
Her ass held me in a vise, and I knew my erection had only a
short span of time before it would succumb to this fanatical
embrace of passion. Quickly, I brought my hand around, down her
flat belly, to her cunt, where I found her wide open cunt, and
began fingering her clit with all my might.
I had pressed the right button. She took a mighty breath and
exploded! What a beautiful feeling. My hand caught the running
juices and rubbed it all over her belly, thighs, passing some on
to her for her tongue to relish. Meanwhile I fucked on, sending
my cock flying up her ass, leaning back and watching it clamped
between the cheeks with primitive delight.
And there it went. I couldn't hold on any more, the orgasm
was wrenched from within me, collapsing me inside. I heard myself
draw in more air with a strange, prolonged growl, till the balance
had been restored, and I rested on her for awhile.
Without extracting my rapidly shrinking cock, we tumbled into
the water, and began the long swim back to the beach. It was dark
now, and, but for the silver glow of the moon, we would never have
found our spot again.
We swam slowly, on our backs most of the time, just kicking
at the water and propelling ourselves with indolent strokes of our
arms. The experiences we had had together still thrilled through
us, we could hardly take our eyes off each other even if it was
hard to see anything.
Back on land, I found my towel, the radio, and the good book
I had intended to finish, and, gathering these, we walked back to
the hut. Again she started to talk about leaving the camp before
the month was up. I told her I had a wife at home, but that
didn't disturb her. With her child's logic she told me to leave
her. And, seen as a solution, it was plausible enough.
Still, I didn't want to make up my mind straight away. I
told her about laws, and how hard people can make it for other
people, if they gang up. She understood that, and said she would
ask me again tomorrow.
Not much time to think things over. However, I felt as if
there were possibilities that I had not yet explored, and perhaps
the light of day would throw them into relief for me.
I led her back to my hut; there was no question of her
parting from me now. Funny how quickly I had become dependent on
her company--but I pushed it into the back of my mind, waiting for
daylight, when the sun would burn away this infatuation, and
reality would show me the way out of the dilemma.
Chapter 10
But the light of day did nothing as coherent as I had hoped
for. First it put the whole of Camp Good Health in the worst
possible light for both of us, and secondly she looked even more
beautiful in the morning.
I didn't know what to do. We walked together to the
cafeteria for our breakfast, only to find the place a shamble.
Girls were swarming over the serving counters to get at the
dwindling supplies of eggs, and others were frying them on the
range with gay abandon. In the end they just threw the eggs up
into the air so they broke open on the range, and removed the
shells when they were fried.
We left the place, but not before a gang of girls had
ridiculed us. Ashamed, we stopped holding hands, and walked off
like the teacher and his pupil. But it was on. The news spread
through the camp like wildfire, and soon little girls, some
dressed, some naked, were taunting us with silly epithets like
'James loves Sandy, nyaah, nyaah!' and others rolled their eyes
heavenward when we passed, mooning to themselves.
The pressure was on. Sandy used this opportunity to press
home her demands, but I clung to my silly ideas for a little
longer. But then we saw little girls dead drunk lying half in and
half out of the huts, staggering around pissing themselves, or
lighting cigarettes with trembling fingers.
Elsewhere, there were fights and arguments, scratched and
bleeding girls running after each other and cursing. The middle
aged ladies had locked and barred their huts and lived in fear of
gang violence and my photos. Mark still hadn't been seen. And
Lester Phipps had been tied to a tree near the administration
building.
We walked up to him and asked what he had done to deserve
this. He looked at us, pale and obviously shaken, and told us he
really didn't know for sure, but that he had overheard some of the
girls talking about a wholesale revenge on the male sex.
And sure enough, a troop of girls burst out of the woods with
Mark in tow. He looked bewildered, stumbling with his hands tied
behind his back, while the girls hit him with sticks and ridiculed
him. That was enough for me. I turned and hightailed it back to
my hut, Sandy behind me, threw my few belongings into the bag, and
rushed out to my car.
She got in beside me, and I locked all the doors, wound up
the windows, and drove toward the main gate. I found it had been
chain-locked. Looking around, I saw a gang of girls come at us,
brandishing sticks and throwing rocks, some of which bounced off
the trunk. Time for a quick decision. I measured the thickness
of the chain with my eyes, and slipped the car into drive. Then I
stomped on the accelerator, and the car nosed into the gates.
The chain snapped instantly, and the gates flew open to let
me out. The tires spat up gravel and grit as I made good my
getaway. I didn't stop for a few miles, bouncing over the dirt
road with the vision of the ugly hordes vivid in my mind. Only
when we reached the expressway did I take it easy.
"We forgot about your things," I said, "did you have much
there?"
"Oh shit," she said, frowning for a moment, but then she
grinned and said it didn't matter, they were only a few old
clothes. We drove on down the expressway, still wondering what to
do. Suddenly I pulled over to the side of the road and said:
"No, we'll go back later tonight, and I'll get the stuff for
you. It'd be a shame to leave it all to those little bitches."
Her face lit up, obviously she had been prepared to sacrifice the
stuff for me.
We drove back to the dirt road and found the way to the lake,
where we parked for the day. Except for going back to
civilization to get hamburgers and coffee, we did nothing but laze
and swim, dozing in the shade when the heat got too much for us,
just waiting for a chance to get the rest of the stuff and
disappear from this place,
I wondered what had become of Mark and Lester, and deep down
I felt bad that I hadn't stayed to help them. After all, men
ought to stick together to defend themselves against women. I
grinned, and resolved to see if I could help them later.
Finally it was near enough to midnight to give it a try.
Sandy locked herself in the car, which I had concealed among the
bushes to make sure she would be perfectly safe. Then put on my
sneakers, jeans, and dark sweater, and snuck through the woods.
Camp Good Health had turned into a child's bedlam. All the
lights were on, a bonfire threw its erratic glare over the
administration building, and loud whooping echoed through the
still air. I circled the perimeter warily, afraid they might have
posted sentries. But I overestimated the girls, they were all too
busy having fun.
Staying within the deep shadows cast by the huts, I moved in
closer. Sandy's hut was empty, so I rushed inside and found her
locker. Packing her gear into her bag hurriedly, I moved on to
check on Lester and Mark.
Both men had been tied to trees, ominously close to the
raging bonfire, which was fed by a long line of girls throwing
furniture and boards into it. Lester seemed to have fainted with
fear, while Mark did his utmost to keep up a cool front. But even
from where I stood, his jaw could be seen to tremble.
Elsa appeared suddenly, standing with her back to the fire
and her arms upraised. She shouted for the girls to stop and
listen to her, but she, too, was ignored. In the end she just
shrugged and sat on a bench in front of the building, gazing dully
into the fire.
In a flash I remembered her pistol, and I ran silently to her
hut to see if it was still around. All her belongings had been
scattered about the room, but I didn't give up hope. I rummaged
through her bed, looked under the mattress, and tore at the lining
of her handbag--no luck.
"All right, mister, freeze!" said a girl's voice from behind.
I knew what was expected of me. My arms up in the air, I turned
slowly around. Three of the older girls flanked Irene, who had
the pistol pointed at my belly. They sniggered when they spotted
Sandy's bag beside me, but didn't pursue the matter. Instead they
ordered me to lay face down on the bed, and not to move a finger
if I wanted to keep on living.
The whole affair reminded me of a rotten film, but I did as I
was told. Nimble fingers stripped me of my clothes, and I heard
one of them lock the door to and draw the curtains. From the
remarks they made among each other, I gathered they meant to take
their pleasure with me before abandoning me to my sorry lot with
the other men.
I figured I was well advised to take my enjoyments as they
came, instead of worrying about the future. The girls ordered me
to lie on my back and for me to watch them take their clothes off.
I did, and with pleasure.
The three lackeys were well developed for their age, while
Irene looked lanky by contrast. I didn't know the names of the
others, and no one introduced me, so I just let my gaze wander
over the budding breasts and the sparsely overgrown cunts, stiff
looking callow between thin thighs, like fruit that needed to
ripen more.
Slowly the four of them came toward me, their cunts steady as
they went, three pairs of tits wobbling, one pair quivering; and,
just as they were almost on the bed, they broke out into a frantic
rush to get to my dick first.
Irene won and sank her small mouth over it, swallowing it
greedily, while the other three fought for my mouth. The biggest
won, and settled her chubby brush over my lips leaving the other
two to their own devices. I was happy. Irene was performing
wonders with my dick, apparently spurred on by the competitiveness
in the air. And the big girl's cunt was a veritable treasure
chest of delights, making my tongue tingle and lap to relax her
wide open.
I couldn't see much else but cunt. For a while I did my best
to keep an eye on the two left-over girls, but the only indication
I got that they were still with us was heavy breathing. My
imagination did its best to construct the scene, while my eyes
feasted on the hairy cleft just within focal range.
My prick rose so fast it almost choked Irene. She forced a
tactical retreat, and lapped around the red head of my cock till
she was ready for another plunge. Her lips quivered deliciously
about the taut skin and made my loins come close to eruption. My
hands grabbed at the other girl's plump flanks, digging into her
flesh and pulling her closer to my face as my tongue went down her
cunt and up her hole for more fun.
Suddenly the big girl uttered a hoarse cry and fluids rushed
plentifully down her chute. She moved back, her full ass bumping
Irene out of the way, and then she settled over my prick with a
vengeful thump of cheeks against my belly. She took my breath
away. While I lay back gasping, trying to screw my rod further up
her soaking cunt, Irene launched a counter-offensive.
I didn't care who won, just as long as somebody fucked me.
The chances were good. The two spares were on the floor, finger-
fucking each other and playing with their tits, both with an eagle
eye on me in case of a vacancy.
The big girl casually drove her elbow into Irene's stomach,
sending her tumbling off the bed and to the floor. Irene began to
sob angrily, rearing up and lunging at the girl with claws
extended. The girl measured her approach, then let fly with a
square punch to Irene's fine nose. Blood spilled over her mouth
and down her breasts as she reeled. The big girl grunted and got
back down to fucking me. Somehow I maintained my erection through
all this, and the girl began to rut over me like a pig in heat.
She sank her fingers into my sides and began banging her cunt down
over my prick, bending it cruelly. Her eyes were shut tight, she
bit her lip and inhaled noisily through her nose as she fucked,
and suddenly I knew what a girl must feel like when she goes to
bed with a sudden-death man.
She came, got off and curtly motioned one of the other girls
to take her place. My dick was wilting rapidly, but the next
caught it just in time. She was less moody, and worked gently at
resurrecting it by manipulating her cunt muscles around my
sensitive knob.
I began to enjoy it again, relaxing while my prick rose like
a reversed film of a toppling smokestack. The girl did her best
till she felt me fully expanded inside her little cunt, then began
to ride me as if I was an unruly horse!
Irene got up, holding a hanky to her nose to still the flow
of blood. Softly she walked up to the girl on top of me, then,
crooking her arm around the unwary girl's neck, pulled her off
brutally, and immediately swung on top of me. Her cunt was dry
and tight, she had trouble slipping it on me.
For a moment she became a little girl again, looking at me
with appeal in her eyes. My heart melted enough for me to extend
a helping hand. I took her buttocks in both hands and spread them
out so that stage by stage she sagged down over me.
Soon, her juices paved the way for faster fucking and she
wasted no time. Again I was made into the victim and I was
getting sick of it. When she least expected it I seized her by
her chicken bone shoulders and brought her down on top of me, then
I rolled around and ploughed my dick into her cunt, spading it
open till she was putty in my hands.
Irene liked it, but the other girls thought I was going too
far. They jumped up and grabbed me with sticky, cunt-covered
fingers to bring me back again, Irene staying put and rising like
the keel of a capsized ship.
That was enough for me. I played along with this charade
till they had been lulled into a false sense of security. My eyes
roved around the room, and saw the gun lying forgotten on a window
sill, just above where the other girls were masturbating each
other. Their faces were grim, there was more effort than pleasure
in their beating off, but boredom turns the mind to sex naturally.
I waited for Irene to approach her climax before I made my
move. In a way I was reluctant to shift, it felt so good. Her
nude cunt was bouncing up and down on my pubic bone, grinding into
me to give herself all the thrills.
I tossed her off and bounded over to the window sill. The
girls shrieked and tried to stop me but I had the element of
surprise on my side. I took the gun and jumped in front of the
door, menacing them with the snub weapon.
"Okay, I've eaten enough shit," I snarled, playing my part
with relish. "You, Irene, tie these girls up like a good girl
scout. You're to be my hostages from now till I get out of here
safely."
When they were bound together, I checked the knots and tied
Irene in with the others.
Then I marched them toward the administration building,
carrying Sandy's bag and once more dressed in my guerrilla outfit.
My appearance startled the whooping, drunken girls. Suddenly
the entire camp seemed to fall silent. Elsa looked up from her
bench, a ray of hope in her eyes, and Lester cried out for me to
save him. I nodded and ordered the girls to release both men.
At first they refused, and a cordon of angry little girls
formed around me. They were all naked, and had painted their
bodies with lurid cosmetics and anything else they could find.
The flickering fire cast an eerie glow over them and as they
closed in I was tempted to throw the gun away and run for my life.
But I got a grip on myself and shouted I would shoot all four
if another step were taken. They were convinced I meant it.
Each of the adults took a turn at packing their gear and
rejoining the brave little band holding out against impossible
odds. Then, warning the girls to stay back, we sidled our way out
of the camp. Once out, we released our hostages.
Lester and Mark went in one direction, Elsa and I in another.
The wild whooping behind us gave our feet wings. We ran through
the woods, groping our way through the pitch blackness, steering
only by patches of moonlight dotting our way.
We ran for several miles, somewhat in the direction of the
car. We stopped and listened. Not a sound. They had probably
chased us for a while, till their fear of the dark sent them
scurrying back to the bonfire. Elsa sank down to the ground and I
joined her.
"Remember how we made love the first day?" I asked, and I saw
her white teeth shine in the dark as she smiled. "You know--I'd
like to make love with you just one more time, symbolically."
I used that pitch because I was still frustrated from the bad
fuck the little girls had given me. Besides, there was something
bovinely sensual about Elsa, an inescapable attraction centering
about her ample cheeks and the blonde thicket covering her
generous cunt.
She sat close to me and stroked my arm, dwelling over the
muscle lovingly. I couldn't explain her change of attitude to
myself, but I figured it had to do with the way all her girl
friends had turned on her.
I reached out and found her tits, bulging out of her bra. I
lingered reflecting that it might be the last such tit to fall to
my lot.
She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off along with her bra,
and I saw the round white orbs of flesh tumble out into freedom.
Her skirt followed, and then her panties, absurdly big pink things
she inherited from her grandmother.
I stood up and quickly undressed. We arranged the clothes
over the leaves and lay down beside each other, restless hands
squeezing and prying. Her flesh was so resilient and suddenly her
fist clenched my cock and began to jerk at it softly.
This time, when my hand descended down into her dense
shrubbery, there wasn't a murmur of protest. Instead her ample
thighs opened up slightly, letting my finger dwell in her moist
cleavage, running up and down between the heavily forested lips,
to eventually plunge into her cavernous cunt hole.
She groaned, already dripping wet and trembling, her arm
tight around my neck, the other jerking me off with a coarse
expertise. Her fingers loosened as I expanded, and, when I went
down on her, she went down on me.
Deep in the forest and deep in each other the only sounds
breaking the silence were the occasional slurps of a suck that
parted the lips, and the increasing harshness of our inhalation.
Eating her was like eating a fig through a fur coat. In a
way I really enjoyed her muff but slowly I withdrew myself,
turned, and drove my prick through the heavy tangle to ride deep
into her cunt, and we screwed most agreeably there in the night.
Her full curves supported me on cushions of flesh, her thighs
lifted and came around me like padded supports. I got lost in
her, enveloped in her flesh, and fucked her as one would fuck
one's mother.
When it was over she dressed and walked with me to my car.
Sandy was a bit disturbed at seeing me with Elsa, but when I
opened the back door for the teacher, she took that as a sign that
the older woman was second class which is what it did mean.
I drove Elsa to a bus stop, then began the long drive back to
my home town. We talked during this trip, trying to decide on
what to do. Sandy told me she didn't care if she ever saw her
parents. She was prepared to go anywhere with me. And I would go
anywhere for her--but where could we go?
That isn't so easy, but finally we hit on a solution.
Mexico. She would pose as my ward. My Spanish wasn't bad and I
could easily get a job teaching. We could set up house together.
We both became enthusiastic and talked for hours. By the
time we got to my place, it had been decided. I would get some
clothes and the necessities, and we would leave and wait together
until she was of an age to marry me.
It was early morning when I stopped the car around the corner
from my place, and snuck down the street with my key in my hand.
Sandy stayed in the car, I didn't want her to get into a
confrontation with my wife. Already I dreaded seeing her as I
just knew she'd be in curlers and that greasy dressing gown she
wore at the start of each day.
Into the house I crept and up the stairs to see if she was to
home. Maybe she'd eloped with the muscle man from the beach?
No. She was at home, but not alone. And when I saw with
whom she was, I nearly fell over with the shock.
The kid from next door was in bed with her. I knew him well,
and I had known that he had eyes for my wife, but then most
adolescents are cunt crazy about the nearest woman. He was
fourteen, had a paper route and played basketball, that's all I
knew about him.
I stood in the doorway watching the stirring of the blankets
and his putting his arm about her. I moved back out of sight and
waited. My wife moved and groaned and nestled closer to him.
Slowly he pushed the covers back and exposed both their naked
bodies. He was as hard as a billy goat.
Suddenly a hand was on my shoulder! I whirled and it was
Sandy come to check on me, afraid that my wife had lured me back
to the connubial bed. I indicated the charming scene before her,
and her eyes opened wide when she saw what was transpiring.
We smiled to each other. It looked like this was one
marriage that would work out perfectly.
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