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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)
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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
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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
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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-like mouth and sucking at the
fused boxes with my head tilted back and pressing into
the mattress. My head spun. I wanted to fuck again.
Suddenly I sat up and pointed at Benita:
"Come over here, you little pudding, and sit on my
dick."
"No," she said, shaking her head violently so the dark
curls flew, "I'm saving myself for marriage."
"And you're just about to collect the interest," I
quipped, pulling her over. "Come on, baby, squat on
this."
She struggled mightily, protesting and appealing to the
other girls for help. But she couldn't fight against
me, I was in no mood to be sporting.
I picked her up around the waist and planted her like
I'd put paper on a spike. Her dark downed cunt split
open and a trickle of blood ran down my cock into the
pubic bush. She screamed so loud I thought she'd
punctured my eardrums. The other girls hopped up in
alarm and tried to pull her off me.
But there's something mighty powerful about picking
cherries, and nothing on earth was going to wrest this
one out of my hands. I kept pushing my dick up her wet
hole, oiled with juices and blood, till it was up to
the hilt. The girls were tearing at me, slapping me,
calling me names, but I was resolute.
Both my hands held around her waist, planting her up
and down, slurping into her, impervious to the
scratches and slaps. Benita quivered like a pudding of
flesh, her little tits shivering, the nipples alive.
Her face was white with pain and fear, but slowly I
managed to bring a blush to her checks.
Her screaming stopped. We were fucking well now, I was
able to relax my hold on her, and her loins took over
the lion's share of the work. But the girl I had hit
earlier still took it upon herself to make a dash for
the door.
I threw Benita off me and ran after her. I caught her
just as she was undoing the lock, spun her around, and
slapped her right across the face. She fell back onto
the nearest bed, crying, and holding her hands up in
defense.
The other girls swarmed over me like an army of
hornets, pinching and scratching. I shrugged them off
like a bear shrugs off attacking dogs, locked the door
again, and ordered them back to their original
positions.
Their faces glowering with anger and hate, the girls
sat back down on the surrounding beds, and watched as I
mounted Benita once more. This time she was anxious for
more of my beef bayonet, opening her chubby white legs
right up before I could even get on top of her.
I slipped up to the hilt and fingered her swollen clit
as I fucked her. She loved it. My erection was like
reinforced concrete, driving up her soft, palpitating
hole with brutal strength. In the meantime, I kept a
careful eye on the audience, in case any of them tried
to play tricks on me before I was finished with Benita.
Her hands were on my ass, pressing down on me with
every thrust. Her cunt was wide and wet now, slurping
like a real woman as I pumped my prick into it, and her
fleshy legs wrapped around my waist for extra support.
She was open as far as she would go, the silky wet rim
of her cunt brushing down my plummeting cock in such a
way as to tease me into self-forgetfulness.
Absorbed in fucking her, my senses attuned to her
breathing, her whispers of passion, her song of lust,
and the heaving of her soft bosoms as I ploughed harder
and harder, driven by the forces of the flesh. She
kissed me with all her might, her tongue searching my
mouth for more of me while her nails dug into my
clenched buttocks as if drilling for blood.
I felt her body tighten suddenly, her breathing became
rapid and tense and her eyes were shut. This was it. I
lowered the boom a little, scraping up against the
division between her cunthole and her ass to give her
all the benefits at once. She cracked wide open and
came to a shuddering climax.
Only then did I feel free to indulge myself. With short
strokes, I let the knob rub up against her fleshy
walls, deriving a throbbing pleasure from this which
soon led to a contraction of all my innards, to explode
into a burst of sperm and grunting. I crashed down on
top of her like a felled oak, and lay there breathing
raspily.
I heard the padding of bare feet over the floor of the
hut, and the bolt slide out of its socket, but it
didn't really register for a while. I was in a fog, and
whispers and shuffling, nothing clicked--till the sharp
voice of Elsa pierced through my reverie.
"You dirty pig!" she said, and my head cleared as if I
had sniffed up on ammonia, "You filthy pervert! You'll
pay dearly for this, I promise you that! These girls
are in our custody, we should protect them, not ravish
them!"
The righteousness throbbed through every syllable. I
got up painfully and looked at her, my eyes conveying
the scenes I had witnessed of her and the little girls
she'd had sucking her box like leeches. But there was a
hard, marble gleam in her eyes, apparently she was
prepared to overlook her own weaknesses.
I shrugged and told her that if she fucked with me, my
defense would upset a lot of people. She asked what I
meant by that, and I didn't reply, just smiled as if I
had a complete dossier on them all.
This bothered her, I could tell. She became less self-
assured, and turned to the girls instead to order them
into bed and not to say a word about this to anyone
till she had researched my case further.
I went back to my hut and readied my camera for a new
expedition the following night.
Chapter 7
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My name stank in Camp Good Health the following day. It
didn't matter what orders I gave, they were all
disobedient. So, rather than subject myself to an
exercise in futility, I remained in my hut for most of
the time, reading and listening to the radio, thinking
things over.
As soon as night fell and the camp's nocturnal action
ground into motion, I was up and about with my camera.
I had adjusted it to take good shots in minimum light
so I wouldn't disturb anyone with flash bulbs, and as a
result I managed to take some lovely snap shots.
Lester had expanded his harem considerably, eight
little ten-year-olds all in a row on his bed, their
feet dangling above the floor as one by one they
reached for his extended, distended cock and sucked at
the tip of the knob. That's all they could fit into
their mouths, I figured, once more awed at the size of
his monster.
I took some nice profile shots of him, then went over
to Elsa's cabin. She just had her girlfriend with her
head between her legs, and was busy talking with a
dozen girls who were fully dressed. But that one shot
was all I needed.
On to Mark's hutch. Mark was stretched over a tiny girl
whose face was screwed up in agony as he drove his cock
up her tiny bald cunt. A number of girls were playing
cards on the floor and drinking whiskey. Cigarettes in
their cupid-bow mouths, they looked like parody tough
guys. Not one of them paid much attention to the
goings-on on the bed.
Then, on impulse, I walked over to the cabins of the
middle-aged ladies. To my surprise they weren't busy
with games and fun things to do. In fact, I doubt if
the camp entered their minds at all!
All ten of them were seated around the recreation room
quite naked, their heavy breasts sagging over rounded
abdomens, and their blue-rinsed hairdos looking faker
than ever matched with the greying pubic hair curling
plentifully about their old cunts. It looked to me like
they were playing musical chairs or something.
While I photographed them, a strapping black man walked
out of the bathroom, drops of piss still dripping from
his shining, massive cock. I recognized him as one of
the camp maintenance men. I used up a whole roll of
film on the little play-off the old ladies held for his
favors.
For some time I stood there watching. They blindfolded
the black man and spun him round and round, all the
women giggling and smiling, hands wringing in their
laps. Then they all sat down and the black man stumbled
over at one of their number, to pick the lucky woman.
When they took off his blindfold, I saw him first scoop
up a little pile of notes in the center of the floor,
then take the old lady by the elbow and lead her over
to the couch at the far end of the room where he set to
fucking her with mighty strokes of his giant phallus.
I grinned to myself as I walked off into the night. So
that was why one oughtn't to judge a book by its cover.
The last stop was the director's house. He was home
with his wife, a highly respectable looking couple,
gray hairs and great poise. They were watching
television, innocuous enough--except for the two little
girls that were sucking them off in the process.
I changed the roll of film and used up my second roll
for the evening. This was one scene I wanted to be sure
of getting. Then I went back to my cabin, well-pleased
with myself, and hid the rolls in a secret spot, under
the floorboards.
The rest of the evening was mine. For once I didn't
care that all the others were fucking. I had had
enough. Peace and quiet were enough for me. I lay back
on the bed and closed my eyes, feeling the tiredness
stretch into sleep, that would in turn be a night's
coma.
But it was not to be. The door burst open, and there,
with her arms folded and her face blazing with
vigilante fervor, stood Elsa and her Little Raiders.
About twenty of them in all, they filled my hut and
kicked the door shut before a word was uttered.
"We've come to take our revenge," Elsa said gravely,
and I didn't know whether to laugh or flee. I decided
not to resist unless they threatened to do me violence;
in which case I would lay every one of them out!
Not till Elsa produced a gun, then, did I think there
was anything serious going on. The sight of the snub-
nosed little ladies' gun changed everything. I had
never looked up the barrel of any gun before this. Of
course I had seen it on TV, and there had been times
when I asked myself what I would do under such
circumstances. Usually I came up with a particularly
glib ploy that got me out of danger.
But right then, looking up the barrel mesmerized me
into complete inaction. I sat still, hardly daring to
move in case I caused her finger to twitch. The girls
stood back, seeing I would not put up a fight.
"Strip," Elsa said harshly, and I hastened to obey.
"Now lie down on your bed, your face in the pillows." I
didn't argue. "And don't forget, if you move, it's all
over."
"You can't shoot me!" I cried suddenly. "You don't
think you'd get away with it, do you?"
"Who'd tell?" she shot back, and her cold but accurate
logic dawned on me. None of the girls would talk, and
even if they did, who would believe them? I wouldn't be
missed, at least no more than the average PT instructor
who had dropped off a cliff in a remote neck of the
woods.
So I tried to relax. My ears picked up every sound and
tried to analyze it. I couldn't imagine what they would
do to me. And the last thing I expected to happen, did
happen.
I felt the firm, silky body of one of the girls slide
up and down the back of me. She was rubbing her cunt
all over me, I realized, as some of the sticky wetness
clung to me, and I felt the outline of her firm lips on
my flesh. I could just see it, her naked little cunt
wide open and leaving a snail-like trail on my body.
My prick reared up, worming up between the bedclothes
and my belly to find room for expansion. I lifted my
ass a little to give it a chance and immediately an
inquiring hand darted into the gap and squeezed my dick
as if taking its temperature.
"He's getting there," reported a girl's voice. I didn't
understand any of this, but relished the little girl's
gyrations and was soon lost in her flesh blandishments.
She let her nipples run lightly down my back, just
chafing ever so subtly, and brought my hand to her
belly so that I would discover her firm, nude cunt.
I was so hard that I was prepared to fuck my bed if
nothing better came along. The motion began all by
itself, nervous and reflexive, driving the knob of my
dick into the blanket where it found some pleasure in
the roughness of the cloth.
"He's there," said the high voice. I waited to see what
they would do next, in the meantime squeezing the
little pussy in my hand. Suddenly a great rush of ice-
cold water was tipped over me. I jumped up, spluttering
and cursing, only to see that gun barrel staring back
at me.
"Get down and stay down," Elsa said icily, and I did as
I was told. The bed was wet and unpleasant, I was
shaking all over from the shock and the cold, and my
prick was as limp as wet rope. Little fingers curled
around my cock and pulled it back. A piece of string
was tied about it, just below the knob. It wasn't
tight, not painful, but this time I knew what they were
driving at.
I gritted my teeth, determined not to give them the
pleasure they were looking for. The girl sat back down
on me, rubbing her cunt against the cheeks of my ass,
and another began to tickle my balls, weighing them in
her hand, and kissing them. Nothing would succeed
because I resisted their success.
How wrong I was. And how mortal my flesh. Within
minutes, I felt the blood pour into my prick. The girls
worked harder. One had her finger up my ass and crooked
the top joint to inflame my passion at the very base of
it. My balls were in someone's mouth, and hard cunts
brushed up against my arm and hand, while in the
background I heard the soft moans of love-making.
I couldn't resist anymore. My erection blew itself up
like a balloon on a hydrogen tank, and at once the
string bit deep into the sensitive flesh of my dick. I
cried out in pain, and turned my thoughts to accounting
and horse-raising so as to bore my system back to
normal numbness.
No use. They stimulated everywhere they could find an
erogenous zone. My ass was treated to a series of
caresses that made my mind reel, kisses and prying
fingers, the nibble of little teeth, and the chafe of
dry cunts working themselves up into a lather against
my flesh.
One of the girls isolated my index finger and jammed it
hard into her cunt, where it lodged in a clasp of dry,
hot flesh palpitating all about it. Naturally I reached
for more, my thumb circling about her clit, and the
other fingers exploring as far as their tether would
let them. She got moist very quick, and began to fuck
my finger.
Through all this, my prick felt as if it was being
garroted! I wanted them to stop, and I wanted me to
stop cooperating. Deep down I couldn't believe they
would actually shoot me if I put up a fight, and yet,
there was something crazy about Elsa, she might very
well do it just to revenge herself on me for the other
night when I had defiled her sacred shrine, the one
between her legs.
With terrific effort I cut my mind off from the flesh,
and to my relief I felt my cock subside, driven down by
pain and will power. When they saw it was no use they
took the string off, and conferred briefly to devise a
torture even mote excruciating. I waited with bated
breath. I was getting mad, ready to hit them all into a
stew if they provoked me further. Only the idea of Elsa
and her stupid lady's pistol held me back.
Their next inspiration was to turn me over on my back
and tie me to the bed. I let them do it, counting on
their inability to tie a good knot. I must have been
stupid. Those goddamn girl scouts tied me up like
professionals, and then they all gathered around and
stared at my prick, lying limp on my belly.
At least I could see what was going on. Elsa had sat
down on a nearby chair, the gun still on me. The others
had stripped and were either making love among
themselves, or were staring at me. A timid hand reached
out and began to jerk me off, bringing new energy to my
cock.
How I cursed its ability to stand up whenever the
vibrations were in order that night! They got me so
hard it almost lifted me off the bed, and then the
gamest little girl squatted over it and began to fuck
me, much to the delight of the others.
I enjoyed that. Her little cunt fitted over my prick
like a benign strait jacket, and the smooth friction of
her made me feel like fucking all night. She got wet in
seconds, the moisture opening up new territory for my
ever-curious knob, till she was sitting with her ass
flush with my belly.
For a moment I thought perhaps they had punished me
enough, and were in the process of making up for it.
But when they saw me close my eyes and begin fucking
her back, they ripped her off my cock and whipped my
prick with pieces of string, stinging little whips that
brought water to my eyes with pain.
And suddenly they all began beating me. Fists and open
hands battered my body, teeth sank into me, nails raked
my stomach, drawing blood and red welts. I wrestled
with my bonds to defend myself but they had me trapped.
Else sat in her chair, grinning, the gun in her purse.
While she watched me, she began to masturbate, her
finger deep into her hairy cunt, in and out, her pink
hole wide open, gleaming with moisture. She grinned
more broadly as the girls slapped me around harder, her
hand squeezing her generous cunt and rubbing it as if
she was getting off just on seeing me get hurt.
Then she stood up and said: "Okay, girls, that's
enough. We're going to leave you here, mister, and
tomorrow night's going to be even worse for you. Don't
bother calling for help, no one will hear you. Anyone
who helps you will get the same treatment, you see.
That's all."
She turned to leave, but I called her back and said: "I
just want you to know I have incriminating evidence on
all of you, so don't bother thinking you'll turn me in
later."
"What sort of evidence," she said mockingly, "illegal
love letters or something?"
"Photos," I said curtly, "of you and all your girls and
of everyone else in the camp as well."
"I told you we should have got him last night," one of
the girls said heatedly, but Elsa shushed her.
"Where are they?" she asked. "Give them to me before I
shoot you."
"They're on their way to my lawyer," I lied, "together
with a note indicting all of you in case I die."
"I don't believe you."
"That's your prerogative," I shrugged, "but check out
my camera over there, and see if I couldn't have taken
photos in the dark without you knowing about it."
This convinced her, but didn't change her mind about
leaving me tied up: "Okay, so we won't kill you, but
we'll make it rough for you. Come on girls, it's our
bedtime."
They marched out and slammed the door leaving me alone,
tied up to the bed, smarting from the thousand slaps
and the cuts and bruises they had inflicted on me. A
dull, impotent fury burst inside me--I'd kill them all
if they gave me a chance. And I would kill them slowly!
Somehow I fell asleep, a restless night that left me
more tired in the morning than I had been before. But
my mind was clear enough to figure out a way of
releasing myself.
The bed was a steel frame set into slits in the foot
and head ends. By rocking the bed I turned it and me on
the side and, by pulling at the head end, and bashing
my buttocks against the frame, I managed to dislodge
it. From there on, it was easy. I slipped free from the
bed, untied the ropes, and sat down while the blood
circulated through the formerly constricted passages.
Revenge burned in my heart. When I stepped outside
there was no one around. It was a hot day, the sun high
in the sky and burning relentlessly, so I figured
they'd be at the lake swimming. I ran through the
woods, still naked, running with the ease of an Indian,
thinking what I would do when I caught them.
Elsa's troop was the first that I spotted. I rested for
a moment on a low hill above them, surveying my
position. Then I crept down through the bushes and
stopped once more when I was mere feet from the party.
They were giggling and carefree, some of them in the
water, the rest dozing or chattering on the grass slope
that ran down to the water's edge. Elsa was asleep with
a girl in her arms, both probably spent from incessant
sex.
I found a good-sized stick and was about to make my
entrance, when I noticed something. The girl swimming
the furthest away from the edge was in trouble. I could
just pick up her faint cry for help, and see her arm
sticking out of the water, waving to catch someone's
attention.
I remembered someone telling me there were some very
treacherous undertows in the lake, and suddenly all my
petty considerations were tossed aside as her peril
took over. The girls on the beach screamed when they
saw me sprint past, naked and covered in cuts, the
living image of vengeance, but I kept going, diving
into the water and swimming out with long strokes.
She was going down for the third time when I caught up
with her. I felt the cold current of water suck me in,
and my body contracted sharply to preserve its heat.
Quickly I grabbed her around the chest and swam back
into the warmer water before it was too late.
We got back to the beach in record time. She was hardly
breathing, unconscious, blue with cold. I threw her
down on the grass and applied artificial respiration.
She coughed up water for some time, till she was able
to breathe normally and the color returned to her
cheeks.
The emergency had brought us all together again, and
the question of revenge faded without even coming under
discussion. Elsa was especially grateful, since she had
been asleep on the job, and it would have gone badly
for her had the girl drowned.
"Anything you want from now on," she told me, "is
yours. I'm sure all the girls agree with me when I say
all has been forgiven, and all is yours for the
asking."
A great cheer went up to confirm this. I sat down and
tried to think of what I wanted most. Forty young girls
thronging about me, I could have my pick of them--
wouldst that I had forty pricks, I would fuck them like
a hedgehog could fuck forty mice!
I found two girls that appealed to me particularly, and
pointed them out. They leaped forward, smiles on their
faces, and followed me into the woods. I searched till
I found the right spot, a small clearing shaded by the
dense crowns of elms. They sat down beside me, and
stared at me till I told them to relax.
One was named Ingrid, the other Kathy. Ingrid was a
white-blonde girl, golden brown, a pale down on her
cunt and light pink nipples topping softly swelling
mounds. She was probably fifteen, fourteen maybe, with
shrewd blue eyes and long legs.
Kathy was tall and slender, twelve, no tits, black hair
and dark skin. She sat in the lotus position, the lips
of her cunt pulling away from her untouched valley of
love, nestling up against her heel, on which she rocked
gently.
After the frustrations of the previous night, it took
me no time at all to get up a full-sized rip-roaring
erection, and they looked slightly intimidated at the
sight of so much dick. I told Ingrid to taste it and
she crawled over through the grass to timidly kiss the
flushed head, and began to lick up and down the stem.
Kathy came closer. I lifted her up and planted her cunt
on my mouth. She crowed with delight. Without wasting
time she crouched down in the right position and rocked
over my face while my tongue dabbled into her valley,
sucking at the hole to get the fluids down, and
flicking at her clitoris.
She was a natural for this kind of thing. Her cunt
literally streamed over me, great waves of pleasure
rushing through me every time a fresh load of nectar
dribbled down my tongue and into my throat. Her
hairless cunt was open wide, the lips full and fat,
responding to my tongue by parting even further.
Ingrid was getting the hang of my cock, sucking and
licking it like an expert. I was boiling with lust.
That old ache for cunt struck me again. I propped my
head up on my arms and watched the little cunt sway
over my mouth. It was almost out of focus, it was so
close.
I ate and got eaten. Both girls were enjoying
themselves immensely but Ingrid was the first to take
the initiative and ease her loins over my burning cock.
She took it slowly, trying to prevent pain from
happening inside her tender young cunt. But she cried
out in intense pain when she busted her hymen on me and
immediately tried to get off. I had different ideas.
With both hands I pushed her all the way down over me,
almost toppling Kathy in the process.
That made the pain more tolerable to her. With the
shadow of a smile, she moved her body up and down,
getting as much of my throbbing cock as she could.
Kathy lay down beside us and began to masturbate
furiously, her eyes on the spot where my cock entered
Ingrid's blonde cunt.
I pulled her down over me so that her body was on mine,
and then rolled over to mount her. Her legs spread
instinctively, her long thin legs way up in the air as
she abandoned her newly broken-in cunt to the wiles of
my prick.
The heaving of my loins pushed her through the grass
each time I delivered a power stroke, and so we moved
through the small clearing, me in pursuit of her and
catching her at every lunge. Kathy rolled behind us,
breathlessly jamming fingers up her little cunt,
changing position whenever she lost sight of my prick
ripping into the tender pink flesh of Ingrid's snatch.
What an epic scene it must have been for an innocent
onlooker. I hunched over little Ingrid like a ravening
bull, plowing into her and shoving her through the
grass like a barrow without wheels, while Kathy pursued
us like a hot dog, beating off in a fury.
I took out all my frustrations on Ingrid's newly
initiated cunt, ramming home my dick knowing I would,
this time, be allowed to complete the act. So I hung
back, fucking her in different positions and from
different angles. Then I gave her a little rest while I
fucked Kathy as an interlude, and ate out Ingrid's
relaxed, wildly wet box.
Back to Ingrid, Kathy pressing her cunt against my face
while I mounted her from behind and rammed my dork up
between her tightly clenched ass cheeks. Eating and
fucking, lost in space, tasting Kathy's fresh juices,
still smelling Ingrid's horny fumes.
I rammed home the final strokes, that set Ingrid
groaning like the demons had possession of her, and
caused Kathy to roll in the grass, high up on her back,
her legs waving in the air, while three bunched fingers
forced their way into her cunt.
We reached the vinegar stroke together and pushed on
through the flimsy barrier between dream and reality.
The orgasms were fine and consuming, hurtling us into
the zone of bliss for a period.
Then we came down, gulping and panting, our eyes closed
with exhaustion, tumbling back into the grass and
resting, me on the bottom, two slight bodies prostrate
over me. Ingrid's hands were over my cock, rubbing it,
and spreading the white sperm over my belly among the
curling blond hairs absentmindedly.
I don't know how long we lay there. It grew cooler and
the sun disappeared, a soft rain descended on us, and
still we didn't see the need to move. Only when we
heard thunder in the distance did we stir and begin the
long walk back to camp.
What a difference in the reception I got when I walked
inside the cafeteria that evening! Girls smiled at me,
their eyes checking out my crotch once more, and the
promise of much sex dangled before my eyes like a
carrot dipped in the most intoxicating champagne!
Elsa sat down beside me and reaffirmed that all had
been forgiven. She even went so far as to grope for my
balls under the table cloth, but I knew she didn't like
to so I told her it was okay.
It was okay, sure enough. Those shining young eyes upon
me, and all those pre-pubescent cunts on the long
benches, shifting uneasily as the anticipation of harsh
fucking grew in their subconscious minds--I'd made sure
it was okay!
Chapter 8
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Despite the grandiose evening the girls treated me to
that evening, I still went into town the next day to
have my photos developed privately. It took me some
time to find a photographer who could be bought for a
sum I could afford. Finally I found a man who required
little more than a masked set of his own copies.
Because I didn't trust him, and because he understood
why, I was in the darkroom with him while he developed
them, and scratched out the faces on the copies meant
for his collection. The other copies, and the
negatives, went to me.
They were perfect shots, every one of them. Gloating, I
sent the negatives to my private post office box, and
tucked the developed prints into my wallet. To
celebrate I went into a bar for a quick drink.
The day stretched out before me. I was free till I
chose to return to the camp. If the director, or anyone
else for that matter, wanted to take me to task for it,
that was fine with me. But I felt pretty sure no one
would jeopardize his future just to slap me on the
wrist.
The bar was quiet. All decent folks were at work. Only
myself, a few local characters, and a middle-aged woman
were in there drinking. The middle-aged woman took an
interest in me, and considering the kind of competition
I had in that bar, I didn't blame her.
After downing my drink and ordering two more, I sat
down beside her and slid the spare glass over. She
smiled gratefully and we struck up a conversation. The
usual talk, was I at Camp Good Health, yes I was and
what did she do for a living, stuff like that. The
whole talk was just a preamble for bed, and we both
knew it.
It turned out she was married to a sailor who was, at
that moment, somewhere in the Mediterranean. Her
children were at school, she was lonely, looking for
distractions, perhaps I could help? I said I would sure
try, if she would only take me to her place.
She drank her drink down in a flash and was on her feet
before I even had the whole sentence out of my mouth.
It was only a few blocks before we reached a neat
suburban house with a two-car garage. She opened the
front door and showed me into the living room. Then she
excused herself for a moment.
Actually, seen in the light of day, she wasn't nearly
as middle-aged as she had seemed in that bar. In her
thirties, I guessed, maybe she'd had a hard life. But
she was a well-built woman, full-breasted, full-hipped,
and she carried herself well.
I relaxed with the drink she'd set up for me, and
enjoyed my holiday away from the camp. It was good that
I had met her, perhaps screwing with an older woman
would make it easier for me to readjust to my wife when
I got back home. Because I realized how dangerous this
new appetite of mine was. I only had two hopes of
escaping its deadly pincers: to fuck my way through and
out of it, or to find a more alluring alternative.
Her name was Bertha, not provocative, being more
reminiscent of Big Bertha and Boxcar Bertha, but one
didn't fuck the name. She led me up to her bedroom. I
noticed she smelled very sweet, and that her ass
wobbled freely. So that's what she had been doing while
I relaxed over a drink--taken her corset off, and put
on that cloying perfume.
She smiled broadly when I embraced her and pressed her
ample loins into mine as her mouth found my lips, and
we kissed. There was something peculiar about kissing
her, not just the taste of cracking lipstick or the
smell of nicotine on her breath, but its loose wetness.
I didn't like it, it was too sloppy, too worn for me.
And yet I kept it up, feeling the faint stirrings in my
prick as if it was willing to give it a try. I caressed
her back, feeling the yielding flesh of her big ass, a
real woman's ass, round and fulsome and that more than
anything else got me aroused.
Clothes were scattered about the room, our flesh
appearing from layers of civilization. Her full bosom
turned out to be two enormous sagging jugs with stretch
marks running down them like wood grain. Her stomach
was full and rounded, tapering down into a triangle of
bushy grey curls. Big thighs pressed together above her
knees, the flesh off-white and shot with blue veins,
the bulges of her ass visible even from the frontal
view--I hesitated.
But my prick seemed undaunted. It stood up from my
belly and bobbed restlessly in the direction of her
cunt. She grabbed it greedily and sank down on her
knees before me to stretch her red painted lips wide to
accommodate all of it in one frightening gulp.
I stood my ground, my hands not knowing what to do with
themselves while she sucked at me. I looked down at her
back, the flab hanging down, curving out into big hams
that were deeply indented by her heels. More than
anything, I felt sorry for her.
She, on the other hand, seemed to feel everything but
sympathy for me. She had much of my horn in her mouth,
and was feeling me up with both hands. Only by means of
her expert stimulation did she keep me hard. Maybe she
knew it. She ran her hands down my legs and back up,
feeling my balls, fingering my ass, and squeezing the
buttocks, while her breathing rasped feverishly.
Her head jerked back and forth over my dick, trying to
masturbate me with her mouth. Then, when she thought I
was horny enough, she stood up and kissed me deeply
before reclining on the bed, her legs wide apart, her
face eager.
I looked at her grey-haired box and was reminded of
nothing so much as frosted swamp grass. It had become
shapeless with age and wear, the lips flabby, and hole
too big and too red, and I just knew what it would feel
like around my dick. So, rather than eat her out, which
is what she wanted me to do, I got on top of her and
quickly poked my dick up her before it would be too
limp for penetration.
I had been right. Like fucking a quaking bog. Her face
was ridiculously radiant, her breathing forced, and her
tits felt like old wet sponges sewn up in bags of skin
two sizes too large. Suddenly I couldn't do it anymore,
as if the off switch had been flicked way down in my
balls.
The erection simply vanished. The look in her eyes was
one of tragedy, and I felt terrible. Nothing is quite
as humiliating as losing your hard-on during your first
date. But I knew the reasons for it, and I also knew
I'd better not tell her or she'd take after me with a
cleaver.
"I think it's a vitamin deficiency," I told her in
confidential tones. "I know about these things, being a
PT instructor, and it wouldn't have happened if I had
had access to the camp supplies of Vitamin E. But they
didn't have any, and I've really been burning those
calories up lately, so..."
"Is that all it is?" she asked, with relief in her
voice. "Well, that's easily fixed. I'll just go to the
drug store and get you some."
"Don't go to any trouble," I said hastily. "I'll go and
get some myself and then I'll come back tomorrow to
make up for this."
"No, no," she said, getting up and dressing. "I don't
want a pretty fella like you escaping me, no sir! You
just relax now while I get those vitamins. It'll take
me half an hour to walk to the drugstore because I
don't have a car, since I smashed it up last week, but
don't you worry. And I'm taking your trousers, just in
case you get impatient."
She walked out, her ass bouncing with an air of
triumph. I gnashed my teeth. Fucking old whore, she
knew all the tricks and more! Taking my goddamn
trousers. Well, I couldn't say she was dumb.
A few minutes after she had left the house, I heard the
front door open and footsteps coming up the stairs. I
expected it to be her, she probably borrowed some from
next door, just to speed up the showdown. But to my
surprise a very pretty young girl of eleven walked in.
She was only mildly surprised to see me. "Are you my
mom's new man?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the
bed.
"I guess so," I said uncertainly, "what's your name?"
"Julia, just like my mom," she said, fiddling with a
lock of her long brown hair, "and I have a boyfriend."
"Oh yeah? What do you do with him?"
"We play mummies," she said, "only he calls it mothers
and fathers."
"And what happens when you play that game?" Something
impelled me to pursue the matter. She sat on the edge
of the bed, swinging her legs in the air. What a morsel
she was! My mouth watered at the very sight of her.
Fresh, naive, innocent of everything that her mother
had had too much of.
"Johnny lets me see his thing and then I make it stand
up," she said proudly. "It always stands up for me."
"Let's see," I said, "I don't believe you can make mine
stand up, so let's see you do it."
"Where is it?" she asked, responding to the challenge
as if still in class.
I threw the covers back and exposed my limp member to
her wide open blue eyes. She reached out and took it in
her moist little fist, jerking up and down. Awkward at
first, she soon got the hang of it and sure enough, she
made it stand up.
"You see?" she said victoriously, "I make it stand up
every time."
"What does Johnny do to you in return?" I asked.
"He makes me take my pants down and tries to stick it
up me. Do you want to see where he tries to stick it,
mister?"
"Yes, I would, I'm curious about things like that."
Her pants came down, a little grubby from playing at
school, and her chubby, firm cunt appeared. What a
feast for the eyes! Round, with a wide split running up
the middle, her little ass cheeks visible behind it, I
couldn't resist touching it just for a second.
She drew back at that, and told me only Johnnie was
allowed to touch her there! I told her that, since she
had touched my thing, I should be allowed to touch her
thing. That gave her food for thought. Eventually she
said I could touch her.
"How about taking all your clothes off then?" I
proposed, "Then we can touch each other all over."
"My mummy wouldn't like it," she hesitated.
"She'll never know," I said, side-stepping the obvious
reply to her statement. She nodded and undressed. All
pink and soft, her chest slightly full, just puffy,
with her pretty face flushed with uncertainty, till I
took her hand and pulled her down on me.
Once our flesh met she sensed what to do. She kissed
me. Her mouth was hard and wet, and she smelled of
candy and chewing gum. I slipped my tongue deep into
her mouth just to savor all those childish tastes, and
she drew back coughing. I apologized and told her I
would buy her candy later, which was the quickest way
to mollify her. She came back into my arms and we tried
again.
Vitamin E wasn't in it. My dick was as hard and hot as
a red poker, just aching to get into her little snatch.
She seemed to be warming up pretty quick, and, to keep
her on the ascent, I began kissing her soft breasts,
pressing into them and drawing the nipples out till she
panted with excitement.
In some ways she was like the primitive person who
experiences sun for the first time--delighted, a little
frightened and in awe of the phenomenon. Her excitement
exceeded anything she had experienced before and she
snapped in the middle of our love making so that her
resistance vanished and she abandoned herself to me
utterly.
She lay back, her stomach curving out as her loins
pressed into my mouth when I reached her cunt, and I
could tell by her face that my tongue was doing a grand
job for her. I fell into it, almost, sucking and
licking greedily, savoring each trace of piss and
sweat, the remains of baby powder and the smell of
cotton underwear, along with the womanly odor of her
juices that ran freely from the moment I laid my mouth
on her.
I drank my heady draft deep, fingering her tight cunt
to relax the muscles gripping around the rim. She
groaned and struggled in closer, her little hands on
her tiny tits, caressing them with random squeezes.
My dick was in the process of boring a hole into the
mattress. I wanted her so badly I was willing to
forsake her pleasure for the sake of mine but I kept a
hold on myself. I wanted her to reach her peak before I
inserted myself so that taking her over the top would
be a simpler matter. One thing I had learned in the
past week was that without an orgasm, a fuck is just
like burning the bridge. I licked her ass and ran my
tongue up the tight furrow between the two firm orbs of
flesh, my fingers titillating her nipples till they
were hard with passion. Her slender body was racked
with pleasure, choppy seas of passion causing her to
jerk and writhe around the pivotal cunt.
Finally the whistle blew and I mounted her speedily. My
cock found its own way in, simply knocking the door
down and barging right up her hallway without further
ado. She screamed in a pitch that almost defied my
hearing, but I recognized it as the expression of a
full pain and pleasure mixture.
Blood and juices all over the sheets, my balls banging
up against her button asshole, feeling her lithe body
beneath mine. Her arms came around me and held me close
while each stroke I delivered sent her off into a
paroxysm of passion. I thought my cock would fly off
like a bung under pressure.
The clamp of her hot, pulsing flesh around my stroking
dick proved too much for my self control. In a final
wild flourish of pneumatic strokes I brought us both
into a hearty climax and it was over. We grinned at
each other the way people do when they've just made
each other happy, and then I got up quickly. If her
mother came home and found us like that, it'd be the
sheriff's office for sure.
"Come on," I said, ripping the sheet off the bed, "find
another sheet and throw this one away, or else your
mom's going to know what we've been doing."
She looked at the patch of blood and stain, and saw my
point. From the chest of drawers she took another sheet
and, while I placed it over the mattress, she ran
downstairs with the soiled one and disposed of it. I
made the bed and sat down on it when I was fully
dressed, i.e., as fully as a man can be when he has no
trousers.
Little Julia went down into the kitchen and fixed me a
cup of coffee and brought it up to me. Just as I took
my first sip, the front door slammed to and big Julia
came in.
"So you met my little girl, huh," she said, "and you
got dressed for her sake. That's mighty decent of you,
but it wasn't necessary. She's seen them all, all the
men I've had in this bed. Anyway, here's your vitamins,
take a handful to be sure."
She looked uglier than ever to me, but I swallowed the
pills and undressed once more to join her in the bed.
Julia, to my surprise, remained in the room, sitting
down on the chair next to her mother, and watching
while she tried to seduce me.
I wanted to oblige the mother if only to make up for
the decoration of her daughter. But my prick has a mind
of its own and, since it had been sated, it showed no
inclination to budge. At first I was able to pretend
that I was waiting for the vitamins to take effect, and
the older Julia indulged me.
Little Julia sat on the chair, swinging her legs and
sipping at an ice cube, watching us gravely as if
endeavoring to pick up pointers for her own sex life.
Her presence gave the affair a dash of flavor, anyway,
and her mother tried to enliven the proceedings by
tugging at my limp member and pressing her ragged lips
over mine.
That turned the flame right down. She felt the limpness
become complete and, with a sound like a snarl, dove
down to give me head.
I lay there, looking up little Julia's skirt, doing my
best to get erect. The mother's mouth drove down to the
very base of my prick and went even further to fish up
one of the balls and suck at it.
She was an expert. In the barrenness of my loins she
managed to grow a few feeble flowers, and, with the aid
of little Julia's leg-swinging, panty-peeping
exhibition, those blooms turned into a sunflower. The
mother got up, grinning triumphantly and made to squat
over my erect prick. I wanted to tell her she had to be
quick if she wanted to catch it, but I was too ashamed.
And sure enough. No sooner did the flushed knob catch
sight of the hoary bog than it sagged in the middle and
slipped out of her hand like a swooning damsel.
"What the fuck does it take to get you hard!" Julia
said angrily, "do you expect me to suck all day just to
get a thrill!"
"I don't know what's wrong with me," I said humbly,
fingering my dick and trying to persuade it, "maybe the
vitamins are old, let me see the bottle."
She tossed the bottle at me. The date showed they were
fresh, at the peak of their effectiveness in fact. Her
face was dark with fury and frustration. She sat down
on my thighs and began to masturbate me. I could feel
the wet hotness of her twat and wished it was the next
day.
"Can I help you, Mommy?" Julia said, hopping off the
chair and coming over.
"Sit down and shut up," said her mother. She blew her
chance, I thought sadly, watching the little girl
clamber back up on the chair awkwardly, so that her
dress rode up and gave me a full view of her cotton
drawers.
"Why don't you let her help you," I said, trying to
look scientific about it, "you never know, she might
learn something from it all."
"The kid's eleven years old!" Julia protested. "She's
not supposed to know a damn thing about things like
this!"
"That's why she's in the room with us?"
"She gets lonely," the mother muttered, "all right,
kid, come here and take your clothes off. Maybe it is
time you put some of that learning into practice."
My cock shot up like a jack-in-a-box, and the older
woman turned her curious gaze on me instantly. Then she
nodded and grinned to herself. Little Julia got into
bed with us and wrapped her arms around me, her warm
nude cunt pressing against my side. I got so hard I
thought I would burst, and the mother took advantage of
my condition to slip her big cunt over it.
My hands went over to little Julia, pressing her
inchoate tits once more with feeling, and fingering her
wet cunt, savoring its firm smoothness, so different
from her mother's fucked-up swamp.
And yet, that swamp didn't feel bad as its silky, worn
insides quivered along the sides of my cock, and the
juices bubbled and slurped around it. I lay back,
moving my loins into a better position, and began
kissing the little girl while her mother fucked me
harder to get my attention back. She fought a losing
battle.
Little Julia knew the score. She squatted over my face
and let me eat her out while she held on to the bedpost
and moaned. Her mother was amazed to see her daughter
behaving like that, but soon took it in her stride.
Besides, her eyes got glassier by the second as she
felt the virility of my upright prick barge into her
ancient temple.
All of us were becoming increasingly heated. The bed
creaked ominously as her massive ass belted down upon
me. I was terrified she'd miss her goal, the power of
those motions would surely snap my prick in two. But
she was an old hand at it.
Little Julia squirmed over my face, losing track of my
tongue and sitting on my nose or my forehead, even my
chin, wherever she could find the pressure her naive
cunt needed so badly. Her mother came like a poleaxed
ox, but didn't break her beat, just kept on fucking
even while she teetered and gasped on top of me.
Little Julia and I found her spot together. I nibbled
at her tiny clitoris and she came with a squeal of
surprise, alarm, and bliss. She lost her balance and
fell back against her mother's bouncing breasts, where
she rested contentedly for some minutes before coming
back to my mouth.
I wanted nothing more than for the mother to get off me
so I could plant the daughter on it. How I longed for
the firm clasp of her flesh! Recollections of our
passionate fuck flooded my brain. I couldn't take this
loose bog anymore, I had to have the girl.
With an angry shrug I threw the mother off. She was
unprepared and fell off the bed. It must have knocked
her out, because she didn't move. Like a flash I was up
into little Julia, and we began fucking like lunatics
who've just come out of isolation.
She had been dying for it the whole time, and now that
I was giving it to her, she nearly went crazy with joy.
Gasping and screaming, her thin legs curling around me
and holding me tight, she banged her loins into mine
while my giant wild prick ploughed into her.
Her cunt became mine. I could feel all the sensations
she was feeling, as well as my own. The way the flesh
parted under the pressure of my ravaging dick and how
the fluids oozed out of the dark cavern walls. My head
hummed with the sharp tingles and blanket ecstasies she
gave it, and I drove in deeper, deeper, while my groin
ground against her cunt to bring her undone.
We fucked up a lather. She was shaking, dribbling,
gulping hysterically for air whenever she forgot to
breathe, and climaxing wonderfully. Finally I blew my
wad into her snug little cunt and lay on top of her.
When I looked up, the elder Julia was on the chair,
rubbing her head and looked very pissed off with both
of us. She ordered her daughter to bed without supper,
and she told me to get the hell out of her house before
she could fetch the shotgun from her closet.
I can take a hint if nothing else. Dressing hurriedly,
I bade my young love goodbye, thanked my hostess, and
ran out of the front door while she made threatening
motions from the closet. Out in the street I just kept
going, trying to guess what sort of a range a shotgun
had.
After a quick drink, I got back into the car and sat
there for some time before I turned the ignition and
drove slowly back to Camp Good Health. My heart was
still beating wildly with the excitement of the
afternoon, and I felt the die had been cast for good.
Older women were out, younger girls were in.
And when that truth finally established itself in my
mind, I could hardly wait to get back to the camp to
take my pick of the spring chickens walking about in
there with nothing to do but provide pleasure.
What a life--a couple of weeks ago nothing and in that
short a time I could fuck myself silly without the
slightest risk of apprehension, or of the supply
running low.
Somewhere, some time, I must have done something right,
I figured.
Chapter 9
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After two weeks, Camp Good Health had declined into a
running orgy. The director had heard about my snapshots
and had instantly withdrawn into his cottage, thus
creating a power vacuum. No one else dared fill it, in
case they should earn my wrath. The photos hung over
the camp like the sword of Damocles and the result was
chaos.
Organized hikes and physical exercises just weren't in
it anymore. The girls were quick to take advantage of
the relaxation of discipline and scoffed at any attempt
to get them to do things for their own good. Instead,
they hung out in the huts and on corners, smoking and
playing cards, forming gangs and terrorizing other
gangs.
As for us leaders, we cut our little morsels off the
bunch and consumed them in the privacy of our cabins,
living high and sleeping late, with occasional runs
into town to replenish supplies of liquor and beer.
I got kind of tired of this wholesale debauchery, and
at one stage contemplated taking over the reins of the
camp myself, till Elsa showed me some indelicate
photographs of me cavorting with a troop of little
girls. So we were all equal!
For a few days I went along with the riotous goings-on,
walking into huts late at night to play blind man's
buff, also known as blind date. This was amusing mainly
because you never knew who you would screw beforehand,
and some of the plainer girls got their oats this way.
But then the cheating started, prior arrangements,
attention-getting gimmicks, and quarrels.
Besides, much of the pleasure had gone out of fucking.
With everyone doing it all the time, it had become like
brushing your teeth under orders, or passing a
qualifying test. I felt fucked out and listless,
nothing excited me anymore, and as the days went by I
began hiding out in the woods with a good book.
One day I gathered a beach towel, a transistor radio,
and a book, and traipsed off into the forest, headed
for the lake. Behind me, girls screeched with laughter
while watching Elsa and her Little League lesbians
perform a symphony of sucking, and further down were
Lester Phipps and his Maidens demonstrating a number of
tricks designed to intensify sexual delights. Mark had
disappeared long ago with about twenty girls and enough
food to keep them in the woods for a week.
I felt tired, a little heartsick. It had been such fun
before, why did it have to get gross? Mumbling to
myself, I walked through trees and shrubs, soon lost in
the silence of the forest. Suddenly I heard snapping
twigs. I stood still and pricked my ears up. I got the
direction, then saw the vague flash of a figure coming
towards me.
It was Sandy. Tall, lithe, her black skin shining with
sweat, and her little tits heaving from the exertion,
she stumbled up to me and fell around my neck while
trying to catch her breath. In a strange way I was
pleased to see her. Ever since the time we fucked, I
had often thought about her, recalling her panther-like
body and the supple muscles under her smooth skin.
Finally, she found her voice and said, "Let me stick
around with you, James. I'm so pissed with those girls
I could throw up."
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Ah, they're all giving me the treatment. You know how
they are, all mouth when they're in a group. Besides, I
hate girls, they're nothing but bitches."
"Why do you say that?" We began walking, following a
faint trail towards the lake. "You seemed to have a lot
of friends last time we met."
"They were just out to get you, not to look after me,"
she said, looking straight ahead with a touch of
bitterness appearing in her voice, "and then that
Southern bitch, but forget it. You don't mind if I hang
out with you, do you?"
"I'm glad you found me." I said. "Let's get away from
all the others, right away. Maybe we'll never come
back. What do you say?"
"Oh, that's too good for words!" she cried, throwing
her arms around my neck and kissing me with her wide,
full mouth. "Man, I could really dig to see the last of
those assholes!"
We walked hand in hand through the deeply-shaded woods,
and reached the lake early in the afternoon. There were
a few girls swimming on the opposite shores. They were
a small minority who didn't like the others either.
And, since we left them alone, they stayed clear of us.
It was warm and sunny, a cool zephyr blowing across the
rippling surface of the lake. We stretched out in a
dense patch of grass and unwound into the relaxed
atmosphere of the place. Sandy had on shorts and a
halter top, her long legs drawn up so I caught the
beginning of her rounded buttocks just below the wide
shorts. Faint tingles ran up my insides like air
bubbles in an aquarium.
She saw the look in my eye but didn't respond. Her face
struck me in all its beauty, the high cheekbones and
the turned down almond-shaped eyes, the skin stretched
taut over her firm jawbones and down over her long,
finely-muscled neck. Just looking at her took my breath
away. But then she turned to me, and her queenly, aloof
beauty became friendlier, more approachable.
"Do you like me, James?" she asked. Her voice was high
and silvery, young even for her tender years.
"I like you very much," I said huskily, the words
catching in my throat. Her lips caught my eye, full and
wide, the brilliant white teeth flashing behind them,
lips that I recalled in minute detail from our one
night together. How I longed to kiss them again.
"Why do you like me?" I wondered if she was teasing, or
just looking for reassurance.
"Because you're beautiful and you're yourself," I said.
She smiled and came a little closer to me. I took her
hand and she squeezed mine. She told me how horrible
she had felt when the vigilantes had rent us asunder,
and she had found it impossible to get to sleep that
night.
"Maybe this time it'll end differently," I suggested.
"Oh, I hope so, James. You made me feel so good last
time and then, just as I was near to feeling perfect,
those bitches interrupted and I felt like I had a
broomstick up my cunt for the whole night."
"Let's take a swim," I said. She nodded and took off
her clothes. Once again, she charged me up as if the
sight of her jumped me. Those smooth long limbs, the
blackness of her cunt with the tiny curls just pushing
up out of her skin, and those hard tits with the dark
nipples, all of it combined into a potent brew. Then,
as she walked towards the lake, I saw her dimpled
buttocks, round and pressed together into a razor-thin
furrow, rolling smoothly as oiled bearings.
By the time I hit the water, I was as hard as a board,
raring to go. But we had all the time we could need, no
sense in hurrying anything. She cried out in pleasure
as she leaped about in the water, splashing me and
diving under, her short cropped curls flat down her
exquisite skull, looking more like a water sprite than
a twelve-year-old schoolgirl.
I stood up to my waist in the cool waters, and watched
her play. The sun sent golden dusty beams through the
foliage to play about her, bouncing off the waters and
created an aura that lit up her skin and made her teeth
flash brilliantly.
In spite of the cool water, my cock rose with dizzying
speed, the flushed knob peeking out over the surface as
if providing her with a beacon to home in on. And she
did. Still playing, splashing, pretending not to notice
me, she came closer and closer, till she threw her arms
around my neck and made me lose my balance.
We toppled into the water, kissing and embracing till
we were forced up for oxygen. Breathless and laughing,
she waded through the water away from me, jumping when
it became shallow enough to vault the water, and ran
onto the beach to fall headlong in the grass.
I ran after her, tugged by my trembling erection, my
eyes wide, staring at her graceful figure plunging to
the shore. The water resisted my progress but I was
hardly aware of it. I could only think of making love
with her.
On the grass beside her, my hands running over her wet
skin, feeling the curves of her flesh, its resilience,
my fingers easing into the tight furrow of her cheeks
and burrowing in deep till they touched her tiny
asshole. She pressed in close to me, her flesh setting
mine on fire.
Holding onto her ass, I slid down into the join of her
thighs and allowed my tongue to tarry between the top
of her wide cleft, caressing the pulvinated skin and
relishing each tiny curl peeking out of it. Her back
arched tautly, bringing her cunt up higher so I would
dig my tongue up her hole, and I obliged her happily.
She had a taste all of her own. Though she refused to
use perfume, she favored bath oils, one in particular
that smelled like an orange grove, fresh, a little
bitter, fragrant without being cloying. I could smell
the remains of it in her cunt, together with a tangy
blend of human secretions that added up to olives and
mushroom, but could instantly change to quite a
different taste like a sweet meat, or almonds.
I sucked all of it into me, tasting it all the way down
my throat and smelling it with all the power of my
nostrils. The sticky fluids and the spit mingled to
cover my face and absorb me all the more into the
wonderful world of her box, while she writhed and
groaned, her back as taut as a bow and quiver.
Her legs came around my neck so that her sinewy thighs
were clasped about my ears. I pulled the cheeks of her
ass further apart so that the dark valley stretched
wide, and ran my tongue up in hard licks, concentrating
about the clitoris that had appeared out of its tuck of
skin and reared up like a mighty midget, hard as a
bullet.
How she danced when I chafed it subtly with my teeth,
the fluids gushing down and running over my fingers
into the furrow itself. I lifted her up higher and gave
my mouth free rein in her ass. It nipped and nibbled,
licked and tasted, caressed and chewed, rimming her
asshole, then the elastically constricted hole of her
cunt, easing in and out, flicking at drops of nectar
wherever they were.
Her hips began to jerk convulsively and she begged me
to give her a break, just for a moment, so she could
absorb all the rushes of ecstasy I had triggered off in
her. I wanted to keep going but she slid out of my
grasp and before I could retrench, she was down on me.
I saw she meant business, so I lay back and relaxed.
Her instincts were either working at full pelt, or she
had had lessons from the other demons disguised as
little girls, because she worked me over like a blowjob
queen.
Her wide mouth stretched around my vibrant cock, to
linger around the burning head for a moment before
plunging down around the sides. I groaned and tried to
dig into the ground with my back under the sheer force
of feeling. She went up and did it again, and again I
could hardly take it all. She was like an arsonist,
setting my body alight with the sudden brilliance of a
flash cube.
Suddenly I wanted nothing else in this world than to be
blown by her. And that, for me, is peculiar, since I
have never thought highly of men who go into sexual
escapades just to have their peeny-weeny sucked. She
was good, super good, her lips and tongue shivering
around my flesh till it threatened to disintegrate into
ecstatic ashes.
But she brought me too close to blowing, and in the
back of my mind the idea of fucking was still very
strong. With a titanic exertion of mind over flesh, I
pulled free and laid her out on the beach towel.
She looked at me, ripe and ready, her eyes focusing
with effort, and smiling distractedly when I covered
her body with mine. Her hand went down to my groin and
guided my aching cock into her soaked hole, where it
slipped inside as though there was a vacuum to suck it
in.
My cock felt as if it would explode into a fountain of
hot cream at any second. It was all self-discipline for
me, hardly able to enjoy the feeling of her tense, wet
flesh clamped around my cock like a silken sheath
rubbed with precious oils.
She simmered while I fucked carefully, flying up and
boiling over now and then when my cock hit the spot,
and subsiding once more into a hot time bomb of a woman
set for Any Time. Fucking her was like playing a
perfectly tuned violin; you knew that, as long as you
stroked correctly, she would respond totally.
Though I had to gnash my teeth and keep my thoughts at
bay, I knew I had reached a state of bliss that is
denied most men. We fucked tightly, cautiously, knowing
that one wrong move would trigger off a welter of
discords and send us erupting into premature climaxes,
thus dissipating a moment which ought to last forever.
There was nothing childish about her now. The woman in
her, that had been lying barely dormant ever since she
was born, had burst through all the veneers, leaving
only a child's body to do it all with. And who needed
more? Firm and strong, her tits madly exciting despite
their lack of volume, her loins deft and supple, her
cunt a masterpiece and torrid, she was all I wanted.
We barely moved for some time, our bodies just
squeezing up against each other in a slow, regular
motion. My prick was up to the hilt in her cunt,
regaled by juices and the softest flesh. Only our pubic
bones came together, nudging each other towards a
climax on the grand scale, but doing it slowly, as if
we were spinning a silk cocoon.
Enveloped in our womb of passion, we fucked, speeding
up now that the end was in sight, ascending up the
mountain recklessly, knowing that wherever we dropped
we would land in each other's arms. Her cries grew
higher, tighter, till they were barely audible squeals-
-one more thrust, and her voice abruptly dropped
several octaves to give out a full-throated roar of
pleasure.
That was my cue. My body rocked and shook as my loins
gave way to all the pent-up energy, and slammed each
thrust home rapidly, lightning reaming, my cock
agitating her insides till the juices splattered and
dribbled down both our thighs. Then my body convulsed
from head to toe and I let fly a wad as big as a
howitzer shell which burst up high and sent her off on
another thrilling spasm.
I tumbled off her, stretching out in the cool grass and
letting it bring necessary relief to my quivering nerve
ends. Her black skin shone with sweat and the varying
rays of sun bursting through the foliage above, and
once more she made me dizzy with her exotic beauty.
She rolled over towards me and I cradled her in my arms
as we both dozed off, utterly spent and content, our
bodies enjoying one of the rare moments granted us on
earth, a moment when we have no needs at all. Famous
beauties could parade past me at such times, they could
poke their cunts at me, try to force their strawberry
nipples down my throat, and I would not turn a hair.
When we woke up it was late afternoon. The girls who
had earlier been swimming had disappeared, and we had
the entire lake to ourselves. Without words, we walked
into the water and swam towards the raft that had been
anchored in the center of the lake, where we climbed
aboard and rested in the fading sunlight.
The forest spread out away from the lake into every
direction, and the polychromatic rays of the sun bathed
it in a dazzle of colors, while turning the sky a dark
blue at one end, and painting it red at the other
horizon, with tiny clouds streaked red, orange, and
purple hanging near the sun.
Still silent, we watched it go down, disappearing
finally in a crescendo of fragmented hues and tints,
till it became quite dark over the lake. But it was
still warm, all the heat absorbed by the water during
the day oozing upwards now to keep the temperature even
with the air.
"Couldn't we build a hut here," she said finally, "and
live here forever, just the two of us?"
I didn't answer, but I certainly thought about it.
Hell, to have her with me permanently would be more
happiness than I was prepared for. But people would
talk, and they'd drag us apart, just as they always did
with those who diverged from their standards of
normalcy.
Instead of answering, I kissed her, and she pressed
into me with a natural urgency. My hands roved over her
hard body, slipping over the polished skin, the sinews
and long muscles, the bones, feeling her all over and
holding her so close that we almost merged.
Her breathing came to my ears like whispered music, a
guide for action. My touch seemed to excite her
instantly, like flicking on the lights, and it was
contagious. My hand found her breasts and squeezed them
tenderly, kissing her nipples and rolling my tongue
around them till they were erect and she pushed them
further into my mouth.
I stuck with her tits for a long time, kissing,
sucking, holding them in my palms, rubbing them soft
and hard, while she moaned and indicated she could take
that for a long time. She was like a barely tame cat
the way she responded, curving her body and purring way
down, her face expressing an animal excitement that
would only be tempered later when people taught her how
to act like a lady.
While I sucked I went through all the phases of tit-
consciousness, beginning with babyhood when the tit is
the center of the universe, graduating through childish
fantasies about those bobbing bundles of flesh behind
the motherly blouse, and adolescent tit-fantasies that
require bigger and bigger tits before satisfaction may
be attained, till tits look like mountains, and their
bearers fade out like the Cheshire cat.
All added fuel to my fire, though there was hardly
enough tit to go round. Yet what little there was, was
indeed precious. Tender flesh, innocent and new,
blacker in the night, and sweeter than any I had
tasted. But finally I parted from them, when her
breathing came harshly and her trembling became
critical.
I contented myself with a quick drink of her cunt,
there was no need for further foreplay. She was sopping
wet and very hot, the trembling shaking up her whole
body, her way of telling me to fling it into her.
But rather than subject her tender skin to the risk of
picking up splinters from the wooden raft's rough
planks, I lay on my back and brought her on top of me.
She eased aboard with a deep sigh of contentment, on
her knees for the moment while my prick plumbed her
depths.
Then, when I was way up into her, she lay on top of me
so that the maximum amount of her pressed against the
most she could get of me, and my prick was wedged
securely between her closed thighs, bent a little, just
the knob sliding up and down the hot canal of her cunt.
She squirmed subtly so that her clitoris could get the
most out of it, and I imagined I could feel the hard
little knob writhing against my prick. But I knew I
could feel her cunt-- smooth and wet, it entrapped my
prick in a heavenly hold, palpitating slightly to do
maddening things to it.
We lay like that till she came with a sudden shudder,
after which she got up and squatted over me with her
back turned to me. I waited to see what she had in
mind.
With both hands she pulled at the full cheeks of her
ass, exposing both orifices to me. And I, taking my
sorely throbbing cock in hand, steered it at her
asshole. At first I didn't think she would go through
with it. The first touch of my prick alarmed her, and
when the knob pushed at her sphincter muscles, she
emitted a small cry of pain.
But with rare courage she pressed on, and slowly my
well greased member worked its way up her ass, fighting
to separate the constricted walls while her asshole
stretched excruciatingly. I think she was sobbing a bit
but she kept on going, her ass taut and heart-shaped in
front of me, shining in the soft glow of moonlight, her
long, slender back and her broad shoulders curved
forward while she supported herself on both hands to
get the rest of me inside.
We did it. She sat down on my pubic bone with a long
sigh, and rested up awhile. Then we struggled together
while I got up on my knees and loomed over her to begin
fucking her ass with short, slow strokes. My prick was
so hard and swollen I thought it would choke inside her
tiny channel, but somehow it found the margin and the
flexibility necessary to get cracking.
I ploughed in and out, taking longer strokes as her
cunt juices lubricated the smooth, damp tissue around
my intruding cock, and her pain slowly melted into
pure, sharp pleasure. Faster now, my loins driving the
prick home to the hilt with a snapping whip that forced
high cries out of her throat, cries of inhuman bliss.
Her ass held me in a vise, and I knew my erection had
only a short span of time before it would succumb to
this fanatical embrace of passion. Quickly, I brought
my hand around, down her flat belly, to her cunt, where
I found her wide open cunt, and began fingering her
clit with all my might.
I had pressed the right button. She took a mighty
breath and exploded! What a beautiful feeling. My hand
caught the running juices and rubbed it all over her
belly, thighs, passing some on to her for her tongue to
relish. Meanwhile I fucked on, sending my cock flying
up her ass, leaning back and watching it clamped
between the cheeks with primitive delight.
And there it went. I couldn't hold on any more, the
orgasm was wrenched from within me, collapsing me
inside. I heard myself draw in more air with a strange,
prolonged growl, till the balance had been restored,
and I rested on her for awhile.
Without extracting my rapidly shrinking cock, we
tumbled into the water, and began the long swim back to
the beach. It was dark now, and, but for the silver
glow of the moon, we would never have found our spot
again.
We swam slowly, on our backs most of the time, just
kicking at the water and propelling ourselves with
indolent strokes of our arms. The experiences we had
had together still thrilled through us, we could hardly
take our eyes off each other even if it was hard to see
anything.
Back on land, I found my towel, the radio, and the good
book I had intended to finish, and, gathering these, we
walked back to the hut. Again she started to talk about
leaving the camp before the month was up. I told her I
had a wife at home, but that didn't disturb her. With
her child's logic she told me to leave her. And, seen
as a solution, it was plausible enough.
Still, I didn't want to make up my mind straight away.
I told her about laws, and how hard people can make it
for other people, if they gang up. She understood that,
and said she would ask me again tomorrow.
Not much time to think things over. However, I felt as
if there were possibilities that I had not yet
explored, and perhaps the light of day would throw them
into relief for me.
I led her back to my hut; there was no question of her
parting from me now. Funny how quickly I had become
dependent on her company--but I pushed it into the back
of my mind, waiting for daylight, when the sun would
burn away this infatuation, and reality would show me
the way out of the dilemma.
Chapter 10
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But the light of day did nothing as coherent as I had
hoped for. First it put the whole of Camp Good Health
in the worst possible light for both of us, and
secondly she looked even more beautiful in the morning.
I didn't know what to do. We walked together to the
cafeteria for our breakfast, only to find the place a
shamble. Girls were swarming over the serving counters
to get at the dwindling supplies of eggs, and others
were frying them on the range with gay abandon. In the
end they just threw the eggs up into the air so they
broke open on the range, and removed the shells when
they were fried.
We left the place, but not before a gang of girls had
ridiculed us. Ashamed, we stopped holding hands, and
walked off like the teacher and his pupil. But it was
on. The news spread through the camp like wildfire, and
soon little girls, some dressed, some naked, were
taunting us with silly epithets like 'James loves
Sandy, nyaah, nyaah!' and others rolled their eyes
heavenward when we passed, mooning to themselves.
The pressure was on. Sandy used this opportunity to
press home her demands, but I clung to my silly ideas
for a little longer. But then we saw little girls dead
drunk lying half in and half out of the huts,
staggering around pissing themselves, or lighting
cigarettes with trembling fingers.
Elsewhere, there were fights and arguments, scratched
and bleeding girls running after each other and
cursing. The middle aged ladies had locked and barred
their huts and lived in fear of gang violence and my
photos. Mark still hadn't been seen. And Lester Phipps
had been tied to a tree near the administration
building.
We walked up to him and asked what he had done to
deserve this. He looked at us, pale and obviously
shaken, and told us he really didn't know for sure, but
that he had overheard some of the girls talking about a
wholesale revenge on the male sex.
And sure enough, a troop of girls burst out of the
woods with Mark in tow. He looked bewildered, stumbling
with his hands tied behind his back, while the girls
hit him with sticks and ridiculed him. That was enough
for me. I turned and hightailed it back to my hut,
Sandy behind me, threw my few belongings into the bag,
and rushed out to my car.
She got in beside me, and I locked all the doors, wound
up the windows, and drove toward the main gate. I found
it had been chain-locked. Looking around, I saw a gang
of girls come at us, brandishing sticks and throwing
rocks, some of which bounced off the trunk. Time for a
quick decision. I measured the thickness of the chain
with my eyes, and slipped the car into drive. Then I
stomped on the accelerator, and the car nosed into the
gates.
The chain snapped instantly, and the gates flew open to
let me out. The tires spat up gravel and grit as I made
good my getaway. I didn't stop for a few miles,
bouncing over the dirt road with the vision of the ugly
hordes vivid in my mind. Only when we reached the
expressway did I take it easy.
"We forgot about your things," I said, "did you have
much there?"
"Oh shit," she said, frowning for a moment, but then
she grinned and said it didn't matter, they were only a
few old clothes. We drove on down the expressway, still
wondering what to do. Suddenly I pulled over to the
side of the road and said:
"No, we'll go back later tonight, and I'll get the
stuff for you. It'd be a shame to leave it all to those
little bitches." Her face lit up, obviously she had
been prepared to sacrifice the stuff for me.
We drove back to the dirt road and found the way to the
lake, where we parked for the day. Except for going
back to civilization to get hamburgers and coffee, we
did nothing but laze and swim, dozing in the shade when
the heat got too much for us, just waiting for a chance
to get the rest of the stuff and disappear from this
place.
I wondered what had become of Mark and Lester, and deep
down I felt bad that I hadn't stayed to help them.
After all, men ought to stick together to defend
themselves against women. I grinned, and resolved to
see if I could help them later.
Finally it was near enough to midnight to give it a
try. Sandy locked herself in the car, which I had
concealed among the bushes to make sure she would be
perfectly safe. Then put on my sneakers, jeans, and
dark sweater, and snuck through the woods.
Camp Good Health had turned into a child's bedlam. All
the lights were on, a bonfire threw its erratic glare
over the administration building, and loud whooping
echoed through the still air. I circled the perimeter
warily, afraid they might have posted sentries. But I
overestimated the girls, they were all too busy having
fun.
Staying within the deep shadows cast by the huts, I
moved in closer. Sandy's hut was empty, so I rushed
inside and found her locker. Packing her gear into her
bag hurriedly, I moved on to check on Lester and Mark.
Both men had been tied to trees, ominously close to the
raging bonfire, which was fed by a long line of girls
throwing furniture and boards into it. Lester seemed to
have fainted with fear, while Mark did his utmost to
keep up a cool front. But even from where I stood, his
jaw could be seen to tremble.
Elsa appeared suddenly, standing with her back to the
fire and her arms upraised. She shouted for the girls
to stop and listen to her, but she, too, was ignored.
In the end she just shrugged and sat on a bench in
front of the building, gazing dully into the fire.
In a flash I remembered her pistol, and I ran silently
to her hut to see if it was still around. All her
belongings had been scattered about the room, but I
didn't give up hope. I rummaged through her bed, looked
under the mattress, and tore at the lining of her
handbag--no luck.
"All right, mister, freeze!" said a girl's voice from
behind. I knew what was expected of me. My arms up in
the air, I turned slowly around. Three of the older
girls flanked Irene, who had the pistol pointed at my
belly. They sniggered when they spotted Sandy's bag
beside me, but didn't pursue the matter. Instead they
ordered me to lay face down on the bed, and not to move
a finger if I wanted to keep on living.
The whole affair reminded me of a rotten film, but I
did as I was told. Nimble fingers stripped me of my
clothes, and I heard one of them lock the door to and
draw the curtains. From the remarks they made among
each other, I gathered they meant to take their
pleasure with me before abandoning me to my sorry lot
with the other men.
I figured I was well advised to take my enjoyments as
they came, instead of worrying about the future. The
girls ordered me to lie on my back and for me to watch
them take their clothes off. I did, and with pleasure.
The three lackeys were well developed for their age,
while Irene looked lanky by contrast. I didn't know the
names of the others, and no one introduced me, so I
just let my gaze wander over the budding breasts and
the sparsely overgrown cunts, stiff looking callow
between thin thighs, like fruit that needed to ripen
more.
Slowly the four of them came toward me, their cunts
steady as they went, three pairs of tits wobbling, one
pair quivering; and, just as they were almost on the
bed, they broke out into a frantic rush to get to my
dick first.
Irene won and sank her small mouth over it, swallowing
it greedily, while the other three fought for my mouth.
The biggest won, and settled her chubby brush over my
lips leaving the other two to their own devices. I was
happy. Irene was performing wonders with my dick,
apparently spurred on by the competitiveness in the
air. And the big girl's cunt was a veritable treasure
chest of delights, making my tongue tingle and lap to
relax her wide open.
I couldn't see much else but cunt. For a while I did my
best to keep an eye on the two left-over girls, but the
only indication I got that they were still with us was
heavy breathing. My imagination did its best to
construct the scene, while my eyes feasted on the hairy
cleft just within focal range.
My prick rose so fast it almost choked Irene. She
forced a tactical retreat, and lapped around the red
head of my cock till she was ready for another plunge.
Her lips quivered deliciously about the taut skin and
made my loins come close to eruption. My hands grabbed
at the other girl's plump flanks, digging into her
flesh and pulling her closer to my face as my tongue
went down her cunt and up her hole for more fun.
Suddenly the big girl uttered a hoarse cry and fluids
rushed plentifully down her chute. She moved back, her
full ass bumping Irene out of the way, and then she
settled over my prick with a vengeful thump of cheeks
against my belly. She took my breath away. While I lay
back gasping, trying to screw my rod further up her
soaking cunt, Irene launched a counter-offensive.
I didn't care who won, just as long as somebody fucked
me. The chances were good. The two spares were on the
floor, finger-fucking each other and playing with their
tits, both with an eagle eye on me in case of a
vacancy.
The big girl casually drove her elbow into Irene's
stomach, sending her tumbling off the bed and to the
floor. Irene began to sob angrily, rearing up and
lunging at the girl with claws extended. The girl
measured her approach, then let fly with a square punch
to Irene's fine nose. Blood spilled over her mouth and
down her breasts as she reeled. The big girl grunted
and got back down to fucking me.
Somehow I maintained my erection through all this, and
the girl began to rut over me like a pig in heat. She
sank her fingers into my sides and began banging her
cunt down over my prick, bending it cruelly. Her eyes
were shut tight, she bit her lip and inhaled noisily
through her nose as she fucked, and suddenly I knew
what a girl must feel like when she goes to bed with a
sudden-death man.
She came, got off and curtly motioned one of the other
girls to take her place. My dick was wilting rapidly,
but the next caught it just in time. She was less
moody, and worked gently at resurrecting it by
manipulating her cunt muscles around my sensitive knob.
I began to enjoy it again, relaxing while my prick rose
like a reversed film of a toppling smokestack. The girl
did her best till she felt me fully expanded inside her
little cunt, then began to ride me as if I was an
unruly horse!
Irene got up, holding a hanky to her nose to still the
flow of blood. Softly she walked up to the girl on top
of me, then, crooking her arm around the unwary girl's
neck, pulled her off brutally, and immediately swung on
top of me. Her cunt was dry and tight, she had trouble
slipping it on me.
For a moment she became a little girl again, looking at
me with appeal in her eyes. My heart melted enough for
me to extend a helping hand. I took her buttocks in
both hands and spread them out so that stage by stage
she sagged down over me.
Soon, her juices paved the way for faster fucking and
she wasted no time. Again I was made into the victim
and I was getting sick of it. When she least expected
it I seized her by her chicken bone shoulders and
brought her down on top of me, then I rolled around and
ploughed my dick into her cunt, spading it open till
she was putty in my hands.
Irene liked it, but the other girls thought I was going
too far. They jumped up and grabbed me with sticky,
cunt-covered fingers to bring me back again, Irene
staying put and rising like the keel of a capsized
ship.
That was enough for me. I played along with this
charade till they had been lulled into a false sense of
security. My eyes roved around the room, and saw the
gun lying forgotten on a window sill, just above where
the other girls were masturbating each other. Their
faces were grim, there was more effort than pleasure in
their beating off, but boredom turns the mind to sex
naturally.
I waited for Irene to approach her climax before I made
my move. In a way I was reluctant to shift, it felt so
good. Her nude cunt was bouncing up and down on my
pubic bone, grinding into me to give herself all the
thrills.
I tossed her off and bounded over to the window sill.
The girls shrieked and tried to stop me but I had the
element of surprise on my side. I took the gun and
jumped in front of the door, menacing them with the
snub weapon.
"Okay, I've eaten enough shit," I snarled, playing my
part with relish. "You, Irene, tie these girls up like
a good girl scout. You're to be my hostages from now
till I get out of here safely."
When they were bound together, I checked the knots and
tied Irene in with the others.
Then I marched them toward the administration building,
carrying Sandy's bag and once more dressed in my
guerrilla outfit.
My appearance startled the whooping, drunken girls.
Suddenly the entire camp seemed to fall silent. Elsa
looked up from her bench, a ray of hope in her eyes,
and Lester cried out for me to save him. I nodded and
ordered the girls to release both men.
At first they refused, and a cordon of angry little
girls formed around me. They were all naked, and had
painted their bodies with lurid cosmetics and anything
else they could find. The flickering fire cast an eerie
glow over them and as they closed in I was tempted to
throw the gun away and run for my life.
But I got a grip on myself and shouted I would shoot
all four if another step were taken. They were
convinced I meant it.
Each of the adults took a turn at packing their gear
and rejoining the brave little band holding out against
impossible odds. Then, warning the girls to stay back,
we sidled our way out of the camp. Once out, we
released our hostages.
Lester and Mark went in one direction, Elsa and I in
another. The wild whooping behind us gave our feet
wings. We ran through the woods, groping our way
through the pitch blackness, steering only by patches
of moonlight dotting our way.
We ran for several miles, somewhat in the direction of
the car. We stopped and listened. Not a sound. They had
probably chased us for a while, till their fear of the
dark sent them scurrying back to the bonfire. Elsa sank
down to the ground and I joined her.
"Remember how we made love the first day?" I asked, and
I saw her white teeth shine in the dark as she smiled.
"You know--I'd like to make love with you just one more
time, symbolically."
I used that pitch because I was still frustrated from
the bad fuck the little girls had given me. Besides,
there was something bovinely sensual about Elsa, an
inescapable attraction centering about her ample cheeks
and the blonde thicket covering her generous cunt.
She sat close to me and stroked my arm, dwelling over
the muscle lovingly. I couldn't explain her change of
attitude to myself, but I figured it had to do with the
way all her girl friends had turned on her.
I reached out and found her tits, bulging out of her
bra. I lingered reflecting that it might be the last
such tit to fall to my lot.
She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off along with
her bra, and I saw the round white orbs of flesh tumble
out into freedom. Her skirt followed, and then her
panties, absurdly big pink things she inherited from
her grandmother.
I stood up and quickly undressed. We arranged the
clothes over the leaves and lay down beside each other,
restless hands squeezing and prying. Her flesh was so
resilient and suddenly her fist clenched my cock and
began to jerk at it softly.
This time, when my hand descended down into her dense
shrubbery, there wasn't a murmur of protest. Instead
her ample thighs opened up slightly, letting my finger
dwell in her moist cleavage, running up and down
between the heavily forested lips, to eventually plunge
into her cavernous cunt hole.
She groaned, already dripping wet and trembling, her
arm tight around my neck, the other jerking me off with
a coarse expertise. Her fingers loosened as I expanded,
and, when I went down on her, she went down on me.
Deep in the forest and deep in each other the only
sounds breaking the silence were the occasional slurps
of a suck that parted the lips, and the increasing
harshness of our inhalation.
Eating her was like eating a fig through a fur coat. In
a way I really enjoyed her muff but slowly I withdrew
myself, turned, and drove my prick through the heavy
tangle to ride deep into her cunt, and we screwed most
agreeably there in the night. Her full curves supported
me on cushions of flesh, her thighs lifted and came
around me like padded supports. I got lost in her,
enveloped in her flesh, and fucked her as one would
fuck one's mother.
When it was over she dressed and walked with me to my
car. Sandy was a bit disturbed at seeing me with Elsa,
but when I opened the back door for the teacher, she
took that as a sign that the older woman was second
class which is what it did mean.
I drove Elsa to a bus stop, then began the long drive
back to my home town. We talked during this trip,
trying to decide on what to do. Sandy told me she
didn't care if she ever saw her parents. She was
prepared to go anywhere with me. And I would go
anywhere for her--but where could we go?
That isn't so easy, but finally we hit on a solution.
Mexico. She would pose as my ward. My Spanish wasn't
bad and I could easily get a job teaching. We could set
up house together.
We both became enthusiastic and talked for hours. By
the time we got to my place, it had been decided. I
would get some clothes and the necessities, and we
would leave and wait together until she was of an age
to marry me.
It was early morning when I stopped the car around the
corner from my place, and snuck down the street with my
key in my hand. Sandy stayed in the car, I didn't want
her to get into a confrontation with my wife. Already I
dreaded seeing her as I just knew she'd be in curlers
and that greasy dressing gown she wore at the start of
each day.
Into the house I crept and up the stairs to see if she
was to home. Maybe she'd eloped with the muscle man
from the beach?
No. She was at home, but not alone. And when I saw with
whom she was, I nearly fell over with the shock.
The kid from next door was in bed with her. I knew him
well, and I had known that he had eyes for my wife, but
then most adolescents are cunt crazy about the nearest
woman. He was fourteen, had a paper route and played
basketball, that's all I knew about him.
I stood in the doorway watching the stirring of the
blankets and his putting his arm about her. I moved
back out of sight and waited. My wife moved and groaned
and nestled closer to him. Slowly he pushed the covers
back and exposed both their naked bodies. He was as
hard as a billy goat.
Suddenly a hand was on my shoulder! I whirled and it
was Sandy come to check on me, afraid that my wife had
lured me back to the connubial bed. I indicated the
charming scene before her, and her eyes opened wide
when she saw what was transpiring.
We smiled to each other. It looked like this was one
marriage that would work out perfectly.
The End
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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