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Girl's Camp Counselor
By Paul Sutherland (address withheld)

***

A normal, fairly straight-laced guy is seduced into 
believing that the young girls at the summer camp where 
he's working are his personal harem. (M/fg+, ped, intr, 
orgy, blkmail)

***


Chapter 1
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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
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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 
blasé 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 Lilliputian 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 plowing 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
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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 plowing 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
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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 tribalism 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, squeezable 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! 

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 spiraling 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 playing 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-li