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

***

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

***


Chapter 1
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My name is James Doone, I'm twenty-five, and I'm a 
fitness buff. Until that summer in the Rockies, I 
thought I was just a normal sort of guy, no kinks, the 
usual sexual preferences, and happily married to a girl 
who was also a physical education teacher.

So, when I applied for a summer job with Camp Good 
Health Inc., I was outraged by the personnel officer's 
line of questioning. He wanted to know if I had a 
record, and I replied, honestly, that I was clean. Then 
he pushed further and asked if I had ever had 
"relations" with a minor.

Well, I turned red with anger and he must have seen the 
look in my eye because he hastily assured me it was a 
routine line of questioning. Every applicant, he told 
me, had to be carefully screened because parents sent 
their offspring to the summer camp in good faith; and 
it was up to him to see that faith would not be 
shattered.

He went on to ask about my sex life with my wife. I 
told him to mind his own business, but that it was 
normal. He asked me what normal was. I finally told him 
twice a week was as normal as I ever wanted to be. 
Little did I know that I almost blew the job with that 
answer.

But he went on to dig into my past, and when he heard 
that I had been working with kids ever since I left 
college, he was much nicer to me. And before the month 
was over, I had been notified that the job was mine.

At the end of May I drove up to the camp. It was a big 
place, long huts set among the trees, gravel paths and 
rolling lawns, sports fields, and a central building 
made of brick which housed administration and indoor 
activities. All this had been fenced in with ten foot 
high wire fences with barbed wire on the top.

Around the camp, several mountain peaks rose way up 
into the light cloud obscuring the blue sky. It was 
very peaceful, not an unnatural sound, just birds and 
the gentle wind easing through the treetops. Several of 
the instructors had already arrived, and were sitting 
on benches outside the administration building.

We introduced ourselves. A tall, thin man called Lester 
Phipps told me he was there as a dietitian, and a 
strong tanned fellow by the name of Mark Dennis was in 
my department, that of PT. The only girl in our little 
band of early worms was called Elsa, and she attracted 
me strongly.

Tall and blonde, tanned evenly and golden, she wore a 
simple white shift and sandals. Her eyes were wide open 
and blue, a quality of innocence in them that appealed 
to me. And her hair was yellow as straw, but soft as 
silk, and gathered in a loose knot at the nape.

She smiled at me when I told her my name, her mouth 
wide, teeth white and even. For a second I had a vision 
of that mouth around my cock, sucking at it like my 
wife would never do. Then I felt ashamed and pushed it 
out of my mind.

"Want to walk around?" I suggested. "I'd like to get 
the feel of this place before the others arrive."

"Great idea," she said, and we left Phipps and Dennis 
to their own devices.

She walked with a long, springy step, as if the energy 
bottled up inside her was about to explode into an 
unbridled sprint. I like that in a woman. Her arms 
swung by her side, small muscles rippling along her 
upper arms. She was lithe and strong, but full-breasted 
and round-hipped, just as a woman should be.

We explored the other limits of the camp slowly, 
checking the wire, looking inside the orderly huts, and 
talking about the days to come. I felt a terrific 
longing for her suddenly, I don't exactly know why. I 
guess it might have been the circumstances -- we were 
all alone, right at the other end of the entrance, 
behind the last hut on a small lawn. The sky had 
cleared and the sun fell brightly over everything.

I looked her in the eye, my hand gripping hers. And she 
responded. Her hand gripped mine just as hard. Her eyes 
bored into me. Wordless we sank to the ground and 
pressed our lips against together.

My cock was hard and burning, pressing against my tight 
trousers as if it meant to burst them. Her hand 
caressed it briefly, tracing the outline of my knob. 
Quickly I shed my clothes, watching her slip out of her 
shift. She stood up straight, her arms bending back to 
undo the snap of her bra. When it came loose, the bra 
fell off, sliding down her arms, to reveal firm, 
upstanding tits, white as snow, with big pink nipples.

Her panties followed, and she stood before me with the 
tan of her body interrupted by the whiteness of her 
tits and her ass, as if she was wearing a subcutaneous 
garment. Our naked bodies met, standing toe to toe, 
embracing each other and feeling muscle and tit, cock 
and cunt, meet.

I slid my hands down her back, savoring the smoothness 
and the firmness of her flesh, the way her back sloped 
inwards to the small waist, then jutted out suddenly to 
form two hard but yielding buttocks separated by a 
tight furrow. I squeezed her flesh and drove her loins 
harder into mine while her hands fumbled with my aching 
cock and tried to insert it.

She was in too much of a hurry, I thought to myself, 
and gently I moved back, pushing her down onto the 
lawn. When she reclined she relaxed a little, and 
waited while I enjoyed the spongy firmness of her tits, 
the flatness of her belly, and finally the down of her 
cunt.

But that's where she started to get nervous. My hand 
moved deep down between her rounded thighs and pressed 
into the hot, hairy crotch in an effort to locate the 
hole of her passion. Almost reflexively, her hands shot 
down and removed my explorer, to put it back on her 
tit. I looked at her in surprise but she avoided my 
eyes by kissing me fiercely.

Well, I thought, if she wants to play hard to get, 
that's okay. We've got all the time we need. And I 
leaned over her to take her nipples into my mouth one 
by one, to suck at them. How pleasant that was! The 
more I sucked, the more thrilling it became. I sank 
into her tits, deeper and deeper, relishing the smooth, 
pulvinated flesh, her nipple becoming hard as a little 
bullet. I squeezed the flesh up so that it formed hard 
balls of tautness, and let it relax to bury my face 
into it once more.

She enjoyed that immensely. Her breathing became 
labored, and her torso twisted excitedly with every new 
development. Once again I sent my free hand to sneak 
down to her little arbor, almost reaching the top of 
her cleft before she literally threw my hand off.

I sat up, pissed by now, hard and frustrated, and 
earnestly desirous of touching her cunt with everything 
I had. "What the fuck is the matter with you?" I asked 
heatedly. "You think my hand isn't good enough for your 
cunt?"

"I just don't like people to touch me there," she said 
sullenly, averting her eyes.

"Are you crazy? You mean no one ever ate you out or 
jerked you off?"

"Certainly not!" Her eyes blazed as she turned her look 
on me like a death ray. "That makes me scream when I'm 
touched there."

"How do you get on then?" I asked, genuinely curious 
now. "Do you enjoy sex or do you just do it."

"Of course. I enjoy it. Just don't touch my box."

I sighed and decided I had better make use of my hard-
on while I had it. I pushed her back into the grass, 
opened her legs, keeping my hands at a respectful 
distance from her blonde cunt, and waited for her to 
guide me inside.

Despite her orneriness, it felt good to be fucking her. 
She groaned slightly, pushing at my buttocks with every 
stroke I drove inside her, and generally let me know I 
was doing all right. But there was something amiss, I 
couldn't put my finger on it though and kept on 
fucking.

I could tell by her steady breathing that I was getting 
nowhere. Though my dick is by no means a toddler, and 
my technique has been refined by years of trying to 
give my wife a climax, I was faltering. She was, I 
thought, just like my wife. You could plug away all 
night and get nowhere. It was so discouraging!

Suddenly a rage welled up inside of me, a vindictive 
white hot anger. If she wouldn't fuck with me, I would 
fuck on her, and that was that!

I threw out all consideration and sensitivity, to 
plough into her like she was a piece of liver, or a 
blow-up dummy of Jayne Mansfield. Screw her orgasm and 
screw her finer feelings, I would fuck her like a pig!

I fucked violently, driving my prick up her moist cunt 
as my hands mauled her soft tits to my heart's content. 
Banging away, thinking only of myself, having fantasies 
about other women and other sex symbols while I raved 
on top of her, impervious to her existence.

She must have sensed it because she began trying to 
throw me off. She might as well have tried to topple 
the Rock of Gibraltar! I was on to stay. Slamming my 
prick up her nearly dry cunt, I relished the friction 
and the elasticity of stubborn flesh.

I came with a sharp jolt and got off immediately. She 
lay on the ground, her legs still open, her eyes filled 
with reproach as if I had violated her favorite pet. 
But I was in no mood to console her. I threw my clothes 
on and waited for her to get dressed with my back 
towards her.

When we walked back to the administration building, she 
apologized for her "idiosyncrasy," and groped for a 
psychological reason for it. Her parents, she said, had 
always taught her that the vagina is dirty and to be 
shunned. Perhaps that was it!

"A lot of parents tell their kids that," I said 
roughly, "but a lot of kids grow out of inhibitions 
like that just the same."

"You think there's something deeply wrong with me?"

"Could be--I don't know. I've never come up against 
such a problem before."

I could see she was really worried. Her big blue eyes 
were clouded with it, her high, smooth brow was creased 
with tiny frowns. But since I didn't know what to say, 
I kept silent.

We reached the administration block to find a dozen 
other instructors there. Introductions became 
confusing, in the end we just laughed and said we'd 
catch the names later.

The rest of the day was filled with instructions, 
rules, lectures, and finally, towards the end of the 
afternoon, bus loads of noisy kids, all between the 
ages of ten and fifteen. They were all city kids, kind 
of tough and pale, and all girls.

Because it was a girls' camp, there were only the three 
male instructors, myself included, and the other twelve 
were women. I looked them over and saw nothing to 
excite me. Only Elsa looked fetching and sexy. The 
others stood around like concentration camp guards, 
middle-aged and squat, like small patrol tanks.

And because there were only three males in the whole 
camp, we got an enormous amount of attention from the 
girls coming out of the buses. They poured out like 
syrup and gathered around the instructors, eyeing them 
off with a kind of insolence that was entirely new to 
me. It felt as if they had the numbers, and they could 
do as they pleased. It was an odd sensation, one that 
made me shiver briefly.

The patrol tanks organized the girls in alphabetical 
squads and marched them off to various huts where they 
were to deposit their belongings and get indoctrinated. 
I looked after their retreating figures, all those 
young buttocks swinging under thin cloth, budding tits 
and the first sprouts of pubic hair pressing against 
the material, young snatches that had not yet tasted 
man, nor knew what to expect.

Again, that tremor ran through me like a little 
earthquake. I shook my head and carted my baggage over 
to the room I'd been given. It was a comfortable little 
place, designed for one person. A single bunk, a wooden 
table and chair, a matching chest of drawers, and a 
mantle radio. Spartan, but I was glad to get so far 
away from my wife's vulgar attempts at redecorating our 
home in neo-occidental or early Filipino rococo. The 
whole house was a veritable museum of bad taste.

Later, just as the evening meal was finished and I 
began the short walk back to my room, a girl rushed up 
to me and insisted on introducing herself to me as 
Laura. I shrugged and said my name was James, and she 
clapped with delight, as if I had just asked her to 
make a deal.

"I saw you when we got off the bus this afternoon," she 
told me, walking alongside me uninvited, "and I thought 
you looked very handsome, like a very nice person who 
I'd like to get to know."

I looked down at her. She was about five feet tall, 
twelve if she was a day, her thin halter top giving way 
to slight tits, her tight pants pushed out by firm 
little buttocks. She was cute. Big brown eyes, her hair 
wavy and long, upturned nose and red cheeks, a bright 
little girl I decided.

"So here I am," she went on, skipping to keep up with 
my long strides. "Do you mind this? I mean, are you 
upset that I disturbed you or anything?"

"Not at all," I said diplomatically. "I like to get to 
know the kids."

"I'm not a kid!" she exclaimed, cross now, her high 
voice rising, "and I'm not just one of the kids either-
-I'm Laura, I'm a person!"

"Okay, I'm sorry," I said, seeing her eyes flash, "but 
you must understand that with a couple of hundred kids 
here, you get to see people in terms of numbers."

I don't know why I explained myself to such lengths, 
but she seemed satisfied. She walked along till we 
reached the door of my room, and I paused to take my 
leave of her.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked.

"You'd have to be kidding!" I said, shocked at the 
idea. "They'd run me out of here on a rail!"

"Oh, I see, you're chicken," she said, and turned away. 
"Okay, chicken, I'll see you after midnight."

Before I could say any more she had disappeared into 
the evening. I shrugged my shoulders and went inside. 
The fresh mountain air had made me tired and I soon 
sank into a sound sleep. I would have slept till late 
into the morning, but suddenly I was shaken awake.

I sat up. It was pitch black all around me. I asked who 
was there, and a high-pitched voice answered me in a 
conspiratorial whisper, "It's me, Laura, be quiet!"

"Get out of here!" I whispered, already having visions 
of ignominy and a life in the streets. "What're you 
trying to do, ruin me?"

"Nobody knows I'm here," she said, and I heard the 
rustling of clothes. "I checked. I'm careful and I'll 
be gone before anyone's out looking. Now be cooperative 
or I'll scream."

"Oh damn it!" I groaned, falling back into the pillow. 
I felt the bedclothes lift and suddenly her tender warm 
body was close to mine. My eyes were becoming 
accustomed to the dark by this time, and I saw her 
shining eyes looking into mine.

"Girls grow up faster than boys, don't you know that?" 
she whispered.

"And Laura grows up faster than girls," I said 
sarcastically, fighting back the sharp eroticism of the 
situation. "Now get out of here before you do something 
you might regret later."

"I know what I'm doing, James," she said, trying to 
sound very adult. "My mother has told me all about 
these things."

"If your mother knew you were here right now she'd kill 
you!"

"Maybe. But she doesn't know, and I'll be the last to 
tell her."

She sounded smug, and I felt her little hand on my 
cock. To my shame it was as hard as a rock, and she 
chuckled deep down in her throat when she noticed that. 
Reassured, she nestled in even closer, and I felt the 
soft, sparse down on her chubby little cunt brush up 
against my thigh.

At this point I lost what self-control I had, and gave 
in utterly to the welter of brand new sensations that 
had been building up inside of me. Her slender, silken 
body, her hard little tits and the firm young buttocks 
all became the object of my hottest caresses, switching 
from my former adult stance to one of hedonistic 
enjoyment in one second.

Her little arms embraced me, her head against my hairy 
chest as her narrow loins crushed into mine. Slowly, 
savoring the forbiddenness of it all, my hand went down 
to feel her little cunt--and there it was, in my hand, 
practically naked to the touch, its wide cleft 
accentuated by its chubbiness, hot and moist, slippery.

And while I groped around, sensing her silken purse 
with every nerve at my disposal, she stroked my prick 
and balls with all the zeal of a child with a new toy. 
My cock felt twice as hard and twice as big as it had 
earlier in the day with Elsa. It was so erect it almost 
pulled me up to the ceiling.

Suddenly I became suspicious. I pushed her back and 
padded over to the door. I unlocked and opened it to 
look out into the darkness to see if anyone was near. 
Not a sound, nothing came to my eye. I locked the door 
again and checked the one window in my hut. The curtain 
was big and thick enough to protect us from the most 
piercing of peeping toms.

With a sigh of relief I switched on the little lamp and 
looked down into the bed. Laura's big brown eyes looked 
back at me, sparkling with mischief mingled with an 
oddly womanish kind of arousal. The covers had been 
kicked to the floor, and she stretched out naked.

Her breasts were like upturned saucers, white, with 
pink and innocent nipples. Little shoulders of chicken 
bone delicacy, her torso straight and narrow all the 
way down her firm hips, brown where her bikini had left 
her exposed to the sun, white loins with that charming 
little cleft poking out pertly.

I could hardly breathe, and I was trembling so hard I 
had to sit down in a hurry or fall down. Never before 
had I been so aroused, so totally hard, and focused on 
the one cunt. She consumed me. And she knew it.

As soon as I was back on the bed, she took the red knob 
of my throbbing dick into her mouth, stretching her 
lips to the utmost. She barely managed to encompass it, 
and the pressure on it sent delicious chills coursing 
through my whole body. I looked at the way her back 
curved when she was in that position, slender, sinewy, 
suddenly blooming into two jutting, round buttocks, 
firm as footballs, untouched by housewifery or nuptial 
drudgery.

I lay down alongside her, after gently dissociating my 
prick from her eager lips, and slid down into her 
crotch. I had to taste her, lick her, eat her up! 
Smooth lips, silken, firm, smelling of baby powder, 
piss, and the womanly odor of mushrooms. A delicious 
combination! My head reeled as my tongue ran down 
between her parted cunt lips, licking up secretions 
from her excited hole.

And then, at long last, after I had tortured myself for 
minutes with residual decencies and qualms, I shoved my 
tongue up her cunt hole as far as it would go. It 
passed through a tight, elastic washer to get inside, 
and she groaned as it gave way to me. I thought of the 
inflated cock pulsing between my legs, and wondered if 
my tongue wasn't enough for her for a few years to 
come.

I held her tight buttocks in my hands, cupping them and 
squeezing them while my tongue worked into the walls of 
her cunt, licking at the olive juices oozing out and 
breaking new ground. My prick was wedged between my 
belly and the sheets, rubbing back and forth in the 
vain, and subconscious, hope that I would blow before I 
would be driven to make love with her.

But she had ideas of her own. Her childish voice turned 
womanly while my tongue fucked her, and told me to do 
it to her.

"Do what?" I asked, interrupting my licking for a 
moment.

"You know what," she said, her breathing harsh and 
irregular. "You have to do to me what grownups do."

I didn't answer, but her words brought a mad rush of 
excitement to me. Still, I was unprepared, and I did my 
best to postpone the moment. First I raised her ass and 
brought my tongue down to her little asshole, pushing 
my tongue in and causing her to jerk spasmodically, 
still begging me to fuck her.

Again I thought of the size of my prick and that tight 
little hole. It was impossible! She would die if I took 
her seriously. And yet the thought grew and took shape 
in my head. I could already feel her tight ring 
gripping my prick, the popping of the cherry, entering 
uncharted territory, smooth and warm and wet.

Despite myself I moved up higher, just tempting myself, 
determined to just touch her cunt with my knob before 
retreating. And when I was there I thought I'd push it 
up a little, just to show her how impossible it would 
be.

Laura didn't seem to care. Her teeth sank into my neck 
as she opened her legs wide and submitted her body to 
me. No longer was I dealing with a novice -- she was 
all woman.

I slipped it further into her cunt hole, taking 
advantage of the spit and the juices already there to 
drive my swollen knob in even further. Already we were 
in deeper than I had thought possible, and my dick 
showed no signs of stopping.

Suddenly she uttered a muffled cry, her teeth sank 
deeper into my flesh drawing blood, and her nails raked 
painfully down my back. I felt something warm and 
viscous flow over my balls, and I knew she had arrived. 
From there on in, I showed no compunction. Lubricated 
and wide open now, her cunt took all of me and could 
have done with more. I rammed and thrust, while she 
pressed her face into my chest to stop her cries from 
being heard all over the camp.

I don't think she came on that first night, nor did it 
matter. I knew that losing her virginity excited her 
much more than the finest orgasm could. And I felt 
proud at having done such a good job on her.

We lay in each other's arms for some time after we 
completed our fuck. Our breathing mixed into a duet of 
gulping pants, gradually slowing down into regular deep 
breaths, just as our bodies slowly returned to normal. 
She said she felt pain, but that it was a beautiful 
pain, and she wished it pained her more.

We talked for some time before she left, and I got her 
to tell me why she had been so determined to lay me. It 
seems her girlfriends back home had all got rid of 
their cherries long ago, and she was the only one on 
the block still burdened with one.

"So naturally I wanted to be rid of it," she said, now 
sounding more like a child trying to sound adult, 
instead of the woman she had become momentarily, "and 
when I saw you I had this feeling right inside here," 
she rubbed her loins, "that you would be the one to do 
it. Why waste time, right?"

I laughed and told her she had to be crazy for being in 
such a hurry. "You're a very pretty girl, somebody 
would have done it for you soon enough."

"I don't intend to waste my life waiting for boys to 
ask me," she said tartly, "and you're a good example. 
What would have happened if I hadn't insisted? You 
would have ignored me and we would have missed out on 
all this."

From the mouths of babes and fools, I reflected, come 
the biggest truths of all--something like that. But it 
was getting late, and I sent her off to bed with the 
strict warning not to breathe a word of this to anyone, 
and especially not to write home about it, or it would 
be my neck. She promised. I wouldn't have been 
surprised if she knew the legal aspect of her 
decoration.


Chapter 2
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Two days later. Laura had been a little bandy the day 
before, but when we set off on our hiking expedition 
along with forty other girls, she was as athletic as 
the best of them. She was really very pretty, and I had 
been disappointed that she didn't visit me the previous 
night. But maybe her purpose had been achieved, maybe I 
had been dropped.

I tried not to think about it. Ridiculous for a grown 
man to get wrapped around the finger of a little girl. 
But then, I reflected, little girls are often the most 
dangerous. I remembered a friend's five-year-old girl 
who had done such a number on me one day that I had got 
as hard as a rock! Coy, teasing, dropping her pants and 
pressing her soft little chest against me at the 
slightest pretext, the tot had exuded a heavy 
sensuality that was all female. I had been shocked and 
astonished, and since that time I had viewed all women 
with equal suspicion, nine or ninety, it didn't matter 
to me.

It was a hot day, the sun burning down relentlessly 
from a taut blue sky. I led my chattering gaggle 
through picturesque glades and up densely wooded 
slopes. They followed me as if humoring me. Talking and 
giggling, they took no notice whatsoever of nature's 
works. A few of them lit up cigarettes, affecting a 
blasé air of the city girl who really finds the country 
too, too boring.

I took them several miles into the forest, and I would 
have walked all day with them if they hadn't started 
complaining. Some wanted to sit down and have a quiet 
cigarette, others wanted to go back to camp and sleep, 
and the rest didn't care just so long as I didn't 
exhaust them altogether.

This was something of a dilemma for me. I was used to 
handling classes of boys and girls, but not girls 
alone. Once again I found out what power they exert on 
a mere male when they're all in a bunch. Luckily a 
compromise presented itself to me in the form of a 
small lake, about an acre in area, lapping at the foot 
of a thickly forested slope.

"Okay, okay!" I shouted, and the chattering died down a 
little. "Here's a good place for you lazy people to 
take a break. Smoke, eat, swim, do whatever you like, 
but shut up!"

With shrill cries, most of them tore off their clothes 
and rushed into the cool waters. They dove and 
splashed, and I sat down with my back resting up 
against a tree trunk, to take in the sights.

Most of the girls were just budding, their buttocks 
still boyish and their legs long, stilt-like, vaguely 
gangling. Their little cunts were bald as eagles, and 
their tits, if they had emerged at all, still looked 
out of place.

Only a few were already ripe. One dark girl had a brown 
thicket of hair covering her generously proportioned 
box, and heavy, hard tits that barely quivered when she 
walked. Brownish pink nipples riding high, she walked 
with her shoulders thrown back, proud and conscious of 
the stares of the other girls. They cooed when they saw 
her pubic hair especially, checking their own cunts 
out, and those hanging between the legs of neighbors, 
before turning their gaze enviously back to the matted 
triangle of the precocious little woman.

This was the girl who hung around me for most of the 
afternoon, together with her friend. The little woman's 
name was Angela, her friend Doris. And where Angela was 
fully developed, womanly, and ripe, Doris was the 
opposite. Pale, skinny, blonde, washed-out eyes, a bony 
chest and protruding pelvic bones, even her cunt looked 
thin and undernourished.

They hung together by nature. Every good looking girl 
has a plain girl friend who admires her, envies her, 
and bolsters her ego whenever it's needed. Doris was 
Angela's fan club--and I wouldn't have minded becoming 
a member.

Apart from Angela's precocious development (she was 
just fourteen), she had the face of a sex symbol 
already. Oval, brown, her lips a red cupid's bow, her 
nose small and straight, and her eyes almond-shaped, 
turned slightly at the corners. She could melt a man 
just by looking at him.

Several times she walked out of the water directly at 
me, her long dark hair slicked back over her shoulders, 
her eyes deep and unfathomable, those round, high tits 
with the young nipples staring at me, and her smooth 
round belly with its triangle of hair swaying towards 
me as if she was challenging me to a sexual duel. 
Behind her, like the faithful servant, came Doris, 
pale, neutral, and thin, but always ready.

Angela would stand close to me, looking through me, her 
cunt inches from my mouth, and address Doris. They 
would talk about the weather, with Doris giggling 
asinine replies. Then she would turn and walk back into 
the water, her big round buttocks moving like oiled 
orbs. I knew I was staring, and I knew the other girls 
were watching my every move--but I couldn't help 
myself.

They swam for an hour and one by one retired, taking 
the towel out of their junior knapsacks and reclining 
in the shade, naked as the day they'd been born. What a 
feast for me! Trying to seem cool but inwardly burning, 
I looked up dozens of little cunts peeking back at me 
from innocently opened legs or provocative postures.

Angela was last to come out of the water and took her 
towel to stand in front of me again. With a distant 
look she began to dry herself, paying inordinate 
attention to her fully fledged tits, and drying her box 
as if she meant to wear the hairs off it.

Doris came up beside her and dried herself down too, 
graceless, awkward, trying to copy Angela and failing. 
I just sat there and looked directly into Angela's box. 
What was the point pretending I didn't care? The girls 
were all watching me like hawks, and doubtless Laura 
had told them of our midnight tryst.

"Why don't you take a swim, sir?" Angela said in a 
surprising voice. I had expected her to sound husky 
throaty as if she'd been smoking since the crib. 
Instead, her voice came out reedy and silvery, like a 
five year old boy without balls.

"I don't have my costume," I replied.

"Come on, sir!" all the girls yelled as if conducted, 
"take a swim!"

"We don't have costumes either," Angela reminded me 
primly. "Do we, Doris?"

"No," said Doris. "We don't have costumes."

"I'm sorry," I said firmly, "but that would contravene 
camp regulations."

"And I know something else that broke the rules," said 
a voice from the crowd. Laura stood up and gave me a 
big, cautioning smile. I sighed and took my clothes off 
and they all cheered, and dove into the water.

It was as if the fleet of Lilliputian was after me. 
Dozens of girls jumped in after me, swimming with 
short, brisk strokes while I headed for the center of 
the lake to get away from them. Angela, it seemed, had 
earned her tits by exercise. Swimming. She was right 
behind me, no matter how I poured the juice on. And, 
towing along in her wake, was Doris.

The others dropped away as the three of us tore across 
the smooth surface of the lake. I kept looking around 
to see if they had given up yet, but no, there was 
Angela's head, just visible above the water while her 
strong arms dug in and out to keep her hot on my trail. 
And just behind her was the head of Doris.

We reached the opposite shore and sank down on the 
grassy embankment exhausted. Angela lay down beside me, 
her chest heaving, her tits quivering, wet and beat. 
And Doris lay alongside her, near death.

"You can certainly swim," I told Angela. And she, 
despite her tiredness, answered she could do more than 
swim--for the right guy. "Oh, come on," I replied. 
"You're only fourteen, what do you know about things 
like that."

"Enough," she said cryptically, and Doris added, "She 
knows everything."

"You'll only get me into trouble," I said, my eyes 
drinking in her firm tits and hard belly which were 
gleaming in the sun. "They'll fire me. You wouldn't 
want that would you?"

"It won't happen -- if you cooperate."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"We know all about Laura and you," she said calmly, 
"and you have our word that it won't go any further, 
just as long as you cooperate."

I could hardly believe it! In her silvery angel's voice 
she was laying down the law to me as if she was the 
head of the toughest gang in town. Oh well, I thought, 
if they're going to blackmail me into it, I may as well 
enjoy it.

"Okay, I'll buy your silence with my cooperation. What 
do you want me to do?"

"I want you to make love to me," Angela said curtly, 
"and I want you to show Doris what it's like too."

"Yes," said Doris. "I want to know about it too."

"So what do you think is a good opening?" I asked.

Angela looked at me for a moment, then determinedly 
took my prick and tried to stuff it up her dark, downy 
cunt. I lay back and watched this little spectacle, 
letting her perform while I relished the electric 
tingles of pleasure shooting up through me.

In the end she became peeved and asked if I always let 
the woman do all the work. I laughed, and began to 
cooperate in all seriousness.

I motioned her to come sit on my face, and she 
straddled my mouth with tense excitement. Then I 
directed Doris to get her lips around my prick and make 
it stand up. She thought that sounded like fun and 
attacked my prick with gusto. And while her thin lips 
did their best to take all of my limpness inside, I let 
my tongue rove in Angela's softly overgrown cunt.

It was a fat little thing, swollen and firm, opening 
easily to give me a generous view of her tight pink 
cunt hole. She looked down at me, her hands timidly 
stroking her big tits, waiting for my tongue to take 
its toll on her stability.

She didn't have long to wait. I located her tiny 
clitoris and gave it everything I had. Circling it with 
my tongue, nibbling at it with my teeth, sucking it out 
and drawing at it, till it was time to get back down to 
the pit again. I shoved my tongue up her cunt. She 
tasted like Laura, but more womanly, more mushroom than 
baby powder.

My prick rose and filled Doris' mouth to bursting 
point. She gagged and coughed, but bravely returned to 
purse her lips around the throbbing head, her little 
hands working around the base of my cock and down into 
my big balls. It felt good. For an amateur she was 
making a lot of professionals look stupid.

I rested for a moment, content to look up into Angela's 
dark box, fingers idly caressing her clit, and prying 
up her cunt, rimming her anus. She had her eyes tightly 
closed and breathed only with effort. Her chest heaved 
and I had to squeeze her tits briefly before returning 
my attention to her cunt.

She was wet and restless, her hips shuddering with an 
unearthly rhythm, so that I found it difficult to put 
my tongue in the right place. But it seemed that any 
part of her little cunt at all was a good place, and so 
I began licking with abandon, slobbering all the way up 
and all the way down, tasting her and kissing her, 
sucking more juice out of her hole when she paused for 
a second, waiting for her to explode.

Doris worked on my prick most conscientiously, but I 
got the feeling the whole affair was lost on her. And 
so I told her to bring her bare cunt over to where I 
could get my fingers into it. I felt sorry for her. All 
her life she would have to play second riddle to 
somebody, at least I could give her a little break.

She shuffled over on her haunches, her cunt open for my 
prying fingers to do their utmost. With one hand I held 
Angela down over my face and with the other I did 
everything in my power to stimulate Doris into a self-
forgetful reverie in case I couldn't satisfy both 
girls.

She was getting the hang of it, quicker than I thought 
she would. Her pale, thin loins bobbed over my two 
fingers till they were up her snatch to the knuckles, 
and the juices ran wild! I'd never seen such a wet 
girl. Dripping down over my hand, and down the inside 
of her thighs, pouring as if somebody had knocked over 
the container.

I almost forgot about Angela in my attempt at reducing 
Doris to an insentient jelly of ecstasy. But the downy 
hot box pressing into my mouth made her impossible to 
forget. I bit into her, shielding her tender flesh from 
my teeth by keeping my lips between them. She groaned 
and began to thrash about.

Automatically I rolled over and covered her body with 
mine. Her eager hands guided my prick inside. She was 
wide open and loose. I was amazed at the capaciousness 
of her cunt, Angela must have lost her virginity to a 
super stud when she was ten, I thought, while my prick 
banged inside barely touching the walls of her dripping 
wet cunt.

Doris adjusted her position to fit in with us. She lay 
with her ass against the top of Angela's skull so that 
I could eat her out while fucking her friend. Pissy and 
tangy, a little sharper than Angela's box, and running 
wet, she excited my senses so much that I had to grit 
my teeth to stop from blowing. I hoed into her, 
meanwhile plowing my prick into Angela's quivering cunt 
relentlessly.

They were both moaning and groaning, shaking and 
begging for more. I was like a ten-armed god, 
titillating, eating, squeezing, and fucking, absorbed 
completely in their flesh and smell, listening to their 
love songs with eager ears. Angela's cunt slurped 
loudly with every stroke and her fists beat against the 
grass in an effort to contain all of the passions 
coursing through her young body. Doris was squealing 
high and loud, her voice echoing reedily through the 
forest.

I saw Doris' face, tense, pale, her eyes shut tight, 
her mouth wide open, and I decided it was her turn 
next. Without warning I withdrew my prick from Angela's 
cunt and stood up to seize Doris' thin body with both 
arms. For a moment fear flashed through her eyes, but I 
gave her no chance to think about it. I turned her 
around so that she found support against a tree trunk, 
and shoved my greasy prick right up her tiny cunt.

She screamed high, like a whistle, and began to droop. 
I held her up and pushed the dick further inside. She 
was wet and ready, but suddenly she squealed again and 
the trickle of blood that ran down my thrusting prick 
told me I had scored yet another cherry.

This excited me beyond reason. I drew back once more 
and this time drove it in to the hilt, splitting her 
almost in two. Angela came over and helped to steady 
her struggling friend, one hand on her own hairy twat 
to keep the juices flowing for when I came back.

But for the time being I was more than happy with 
Doris. Skinny she might be, but her cunt was a 
masterpiece. Inside, muscles quivered and massaged 
around cock, producing the weirdest thunderstorms of 
emotions in my loins. I fucked harder and her box 
worked harder. It was not something she did 
deliberately. Rather it was a gift, a consolation prize 
for having been born plain. The boys would get the 
message down the grapevine soon, and Doris would be 
snatching them out of Angela's arms, if only for five 
minutes at a time.

She brought me to the brink of blowing. I withdrew all 
but my throbbing knob and waited for a few seconds till 
the sperm subsided. Then I started all over again, 
slamming it inside, parting her naked cuntlips and 
extending her hole to the maximum.

Doris no longer made a sound. Her thin back shook and 
swayed, her hands clutched the tree trunk as if it was 
the only thing left in her world, and her full weight 
was resting on Angela by now, since her knees had 
turned to jelly. In one way she was a pathetic sight, 
in another she was the perfect fuck.

I reamed up her cunt till I came close to blowing again 
and pulled out. It was as if she had been de-boned. She 
collapsed in a sobbing heap on the ground, released by 
Angela who was already busy trying to stuff my prick up 
her cunt again. Patiently, I laid the full-bodied girl 
on the ground and fucked her some more, slowly this 
time, taking it easy, curious to see how long this 
child-woman would last.

Pretty soon she started to breathe with that special 
urgency that heralds an orgasm. I raised my loins 
slightly so that my prick would rasp against the top of 
her cunt and give her clitoris that extra booster. She 
began to growl, her childish voice cracking, faster and 
faster, till she came apart in a fireworks orgasm. Her 
face screwed up tight for a second, then relaxed into a 
beatific smile while her body wilted and melted into 
liquid.

Doris was still on the ground, an intense look in her 
eyes as both hands attempted to exhort a climax from 
her soaking cunt. Once again I was moved by her 
predicament, and so I walked over and slid my prick up 
her cunt for dessert. She cried out, her ass high into 
the air and her face on the ground, her body open to 
me.

I slashed it up her and grabbed her skinny hips with 
both hands to ram her back and forth till I thought her 
eyes might drop out of her head. She loved it. Yelling 
and encouraging me, she let herself get dragged and 
pulled around, her face skittering over the grass along 
with her bony knees. Her cunt slurped like a bilge pump 
and farted out air pockets while I poked it up with all 
my might.

Then she came. With the force of a shotgun she exploded 
into a thousand pieces, threshing and crying, her mouth 
wide open and gulping in much needed air, before she 
fell back and grinned weakly up at me.

I stood over them both with my throbbing prick in my 
hand and delivered a number of strokes to it. The sperm 
squirted out over their prostrate, naked girlish 
bodies, dropping on them in white wads which they 
curiously licked up. Then I sat down heavily and rested 
for a bit.

Half an hour later we swam back. The girls were still 
swimming, some of them asleep in the grass, others 
already dressed waiting to go back to camp. Our return 
was cheered and hooted. Some of the older girls gave me 
knowing looks, their evil eyes checking out my limp and 
shrunken prick.

Then Angela and Doris appeared, and another cheer went 
up. Angela grinned broadly and affected an exaggerated 
bandy walk. But Doris blushed and quickly put on her 
clothes.

I took Angela aside and impressed upon her the need for 
keeping this a secret.

"Don't worry," she said, favoring me with a melting 
smile. "I know where it's at."

"That's kind of you."

"Not at all," she said, turning around to get her 
clothes. "I just know that if I play ball, you'll play 
ball, right?"

"Yeah, right," I said, watching her undulating buttocks 
walk away from me. Cunning as a shithouse rat, that 
girl, but trustworthy enough.

I counted heads and led my party through the woods, 
roughly into the direction of Camp Good Health. My 
sense of direction has never been too good. If I'm 
faced with a choice of directions, I will invariably 
pick the wrong one. This has become such a strict 
pattern, that lately I've taken to going into the 
direction opposite to the one I choose to go in 
originally, and so far it's worked. However, on that 
day I took an entirely erroneous course and landed back 
at the lake.

Just as I was about to turn back and find a tree to 
climb, I heard a strange noise. I came in closer, 
motioning for the girls to shut up. Sensing a 
distraction, they did, and watched as I crept through 
the bushes.

Then I saw them. Else and two girls, a third standing 
watch. They were all naked, Elsa lying back on the 
grass with one girl between her legs, another on her 
face, all of them sucking and being sucked, writhing 
around and groaning earthily.

Angela appeared at my side to take a look. I tried to 
shoo her away, but it was too late. Her eyes grew round 
and feverish at the sight, her hand unconsciously 
slipping down to her crotch to satisfy whatever pangs 
might spring up. Next to arrive was Doris, and then 
they were all craning their necks to get a good look.

Elsa and her friends had noticed nothing. The sentinel 
was far too absorbed in the tangle of bodies at their 
feet to bother looking around. As for the trio, all 
they could see or hear was cunt.

Elsa got up on her knees after shaking her friends off 
gently, and began licking the sentinel's box with long 
strokes. She trembled, her girl's face flushing with 
the unmodulated sensations coursing through her, and 
she had to hold on to Elsa's blonde head for support.

She had certainly chosen well. The two girls got up and 
watched Elsa regale the sentinel. Both were quite well 
built for their age, straight backed with round little 
asses and tender budding tits with pink, delicate 
nipples. Blonde and freckled like Elsa, innocent eyes 
like Elsa, they might all be her daughters to look at 
them.

One of them stepped up closer and took Elsa's big hairy 
cunt in her hand, to squeeze and knead it while Elsa's 
tongue slipped up the trembling sentinel's cunt. What a 
contrast, I thought, between the naked little cunt and 
Elsa's densely overgrown pussy. Little girls get bigger 
every day.

The girls in my party began to giggle. I supposed they 
were amused to see women do it together, that is, if 
they had seen men and women do it together. I tried to 
keep them quiet, because Elsa had the sentinel on the 
ground and was starting to fuck her with her pubic bone 
gnashing into the girl's cunt--but the giggling grew 
till they alarmed the fucking foursome.

Elsa jumped up, her eyes wider than ever, scanning the 
bushes. When she saw me she became furious and opened 
her mouth to curse me out--but then she saw forty pairs 
of eyes around me, and her mouth fell to like a steel 
trap.

Some sense of mutual respect made us all withdraw. The 
girls in my party had enough on Elsa and me to send us 
up the river for years to come, but I knew they had 
other plans. The victorious look Angela threw me, and 
the smug smile on Laura's face was enough to tell me 
that.

We got back to the camp in time for dinner, after which 
we sat around the fire like idiots and sang songs. 
Angela sat at one side of me, Laura on the other as if 
guarding their property. I wondered who would visit me 
that night, and then I began to wonder if they'd keep 
me waiting long.

I was developing quite a taste for young flesh. This 
thought alarmed me a little, but then I shrugged. 
Whatever I might decide, these fiends in girl's 
clothing had me in their power. Nothing persuades like 
blackmail.


Chapter 3
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On the way back to my cabin I ran into Mark Dennis the 
muscular bronzed hero of all Good Health. He gave me a 
broad smile and invited me into his room for a drink. I 
agreed and followed him inside.

His place was the same as mine, except for one or two 
important details. First, he had a cocktail cabinet 
filled with liquor and fitted into the wall, and second 
he had three little girls resting on his bed watching a 
portable television. Mark saw the look on my face. 
"Shocked, old boy? Don't worry. This is my fifth 
consecutive year here and believe me, if you don't fuck 
yourself silly here the girls will rip off your balls."

"But the rules," I stammered, "I mean, what if you're 
caught?"

"Who's going to catch me?" he shrugged. "All those 
middle-aged ladies you saw organizing the girls are too 
busy planning Snakes & ladders tournaments. Of course, 
now and then you get a girl with principles who wants 
to lift the lid, but the other girls deal with that. A 
little internal terrorism, you know what I mean?"

One of the girls on his bed, a pretty thing dressed in 
very tight, crotch-hugging shorts, lit a cigarette and 
took a sip of her drink, her eyes unwaveringly fixed on 
the television. The other two lit up as well.

"I see," I said slowly. "But what about the director of 
this place? Doesn't he care about what happens?"

"The director has a postage stamp collection that's 
dearer to him than anything in the world," Mark 
shrugged. "If you bother him with anything but 
philately, he's likely to snap your head off."

"Sounds ideal, and here I was taking all sorts of 
precautions, that seems silly now."

"You know," he said slowly, raising his martini glass 
up high, "I have never asked for a raise in pay." He 
laughed and we drank it down.

He poured another, and freshened the drinks of his 
girls. One of them complained how hot it was and 
removed her halter top. She was pretty well built for 
her age, he thought. She stroked her breasts and gave 
me a sidelong glance. I felt my cock throb, but I 
fought it down. With my choice running into the 
hundreds I wasn't about to be bulldozed by anyone.

We drank to our month at the Camp, and then I returned 
to my cabin. For a moment I felt like a pop star who 
comes back to his apartment only to find the hallways 
choked with eager groupies. There were about six of 
them, all sitting on my doorstep, some more inside, and 
others hanging around the hut with a nonchalant air 
about them. It was up to me to say who could come and 
who could go without.

I ran my eyes over them--young, lissome, some as flat-
chested as boys, others with their shoulders thrown 
back to accentuate the little plums under their flimsy 
tops. A few of the girls were in nighties, far too 
short, their long foal's legs loosely crossed to give 
me tantalizing glimpses of naked cunts, hot and new.

I couldn't come to a decision. Finally I told them all 
to undress and we would decide by means of a contest. 
They all stood outside my cabin in a row. Naked, their 
little bodies shining in the lights, cleft little chubs 
poking out from between their legs, naive little cunts 
and unbruised little tits. I gazed into their eyes, and 
they too were innocent. But a little spark of mischief 
danced in them.

Apprentice women, I thought, about to submit their 
bodies to the instructor in an attempt at broadening 
their lives.

"Okay, I want you all to race to that hut over there 
and back. The first two to get here will spend the 
night with me."

As if set off by the same trigger, the girls began 
running like dervishes towards the indicated hut, their 
little buttocks shaking and twisting with the effort. 
Long gawky legs pounded over the grass. Squeals and 
nervous giggles resounded through the night. The first 
one touched the hut and turned to head back, but other 
girls got in her way and made her trip. She struggled 
to her feet, crying out, getting in the way of others 
who fell and, in their turn, tripped up running girls.

A ball of naked girls fighting to disentangle 
themselves. I stared intensely, my eyes searching out 
the little boxes from the heap, my eyes peeling away 
the darkness to see more closely. Finally, a figure 
broke loose and ran straight for me. It was Doris.

Deep inside I cursed my rotten luck. Poor little Doris. 
She was covered in scratches and bruises received from 
the melee. The second girl was a lot better. Tall, high 
breasted, narrow hips and full ass, she came running at 
me like a nymphomaniac after a year in a woman's 
prison, and for a second I felt timid in the face of 
such sexual drive.

But then I took them both inside and slammed the door 
shut before the other contestants could take their 
anger out on me. For a few minutes there was shrill 
arguing going on outside, but eventually they all went 
to bed to take care of themselves.

I waited till Doris and the other girl, Irene, had 
caught their breath, meanwhile admiring Irene. In the 
dark she had looked good, but in the light she looked 
even better. Her skin was dark, her eyes a deep brown, 
but her hair was a natural yellow color, a fact born 
out by the thin fuzz on her cunt.

This beauty's tits were almost on her shoulders, they 
were so high, and she had high cheekbones, a touch of 
oriental in her blood I guessed. She was a true beauty, 
thirteen, perhaps fourteen, but already poised and sure 
of herself.

I took my clothes off and Doris immediately huddled up 
between my legs to bring life to my prick. I took Irene 
by the hand and drew her close to me. Now that she was 
the girl for the night, I could see she was having 
grave doubts, and would take any excuse to get out of 
here.

She began to tremble when I took hold of her, her eyes 
nervously flicking to the busy head of Doris. I patted 
her paternally, soothing words coming from my mouth, 
while my eyes devoured her. Caressing her, stroking her 
arms, trying to make her feel at home, till her eyes 
became less shifty.

I brought my hand to her tit and carefully brushed over 
her tender flesh. Her eyes closed for a moment as if in 
pain, but her chest moved closer to me. The next time I 
touched her more positively, squeezing her subtly, 
rolling her nipple between my fingers till she was 
totally relaxed.

Only then did I take a handful to knead and, when she 
showed pleasure, I leaned over the reclining Doris to 
kiss her nipples and suck at the taut flesh, my lips 
and tongue regaling her tits with all the pleasures at 
my disposal. Her breath came less regularly and her 
eyes closed to become small slits.

Slowly, my eyes upon her for the slightest misgiving, I 
ran my hand down her silken belly and let my fingers 
rummage through the fine down covering her pubic bone. 
How good she felt! She looked uneasy, her eyes open 
again and searching mine for reassurance. I smiled and 
kissed her on the mouth. Below us Doris was making 
slurping sounds around my hard cock.

My hand moved down a fraction, a finger hooking into 
the top of her cleft. Smooth and tight, giving 
elastically when I tugged at it to get her started. She 
responded well, her legs opening ever so slightly, the 
fear draining from her.

I wanted to eat her up right there, but Doris lay 
between us like an old inhibition! I didn't know what 
to do about her. The girl was probably unbalanced or 
something, and might very well be having delusions 
about me. Maybe I had been the only person to treat her 
nicely. Some girls mistake sex for that. Yet, somehow I 
had to get rid of her.

Irene looked at me, then down at Doris, and back at me 
with a frown. I nodded, still trying to think up ways 
of doing away with Doris without hurting her feelings. 
She had a way of being hateful and pitiable at the same 
time. Still with her mouth around my dick, slobbering 
and gagging, her thin frame racked with deep tremors.

"Damn!" I said suddenly, "I wish we had something to 
drink in this place. That's the way to really get 
turned on."

As I expected, Doris could hardly wait to please me. 
She jumped up, her face wet and flushed, and 
volunteered to borrow beverages from Mark. I told her 
that was a great idea and, as soon as she was out the 
door, I locked up behind her.

Then I went back to Irene. She was lying back on the 
bed, her eyes closed, the light shading her face so 
that her fine bones stood out and gave her a regal air. 
Little girls get bigger by the minute, I thought to 
myself, letting my eyes feast on her high tits, pointed 
slightly towards her armpits, firm and still, her 
nipples rigid. She had her arms by her side, so I could 
see the smooth plane of her belly, the way it flowed 
down into her sparse little bush.

Her legs were slightly parted, the full cunt open just 
a crack. The wide cleft polarized all my senses. My 
eyeballs felt like popping, everything in me was drawn 
towards her, and she lay there exercising her magnet 
with lazy assurance.

I stumbled back onto the bed and let my face sink into 
her resilient flesh, my tongue licking at her dew, 
tasting her and finding she tasted different from any 
woman or girl I had ever been with. At first there was 
almost no taste, just a tingling fragrance that I 
identified as bath soap. But as I sucked at her pink 
hole, more came down. A subtle taste appeared, setting 
my taste buds on end, a fine flavor of crushed leaves 
and moss.

I couldn't get enough of her. She lay quietly while I 
tried to swallow her. I forgot about her. A serious 
mistake, now that I look back on it, but I couldn't 
help myself. This was heaven. Her smooth little cunt, 
polished talcum stone but yielding, wet and hot, those 
little downy bristles brushing against my nose while I 
dug in deeper with my tongue to reach for more fluids, 
and the nectar taste, all of it combined to make me 
lose all self-control.

Hours could have passed, I don't know. I recall hearing 
an hysterical knocking on the door, but it never really 
registered. I drank and ate, lost in her loins, eating 
her asshole along with her cunt, sinking my teeth into 
her springy buttocks just to taste her firmness, and 
pushing fingers up all orifices. I was a victim of 
frenzy, and it wasn't till much later that I thought to 
see how she was doing.

To my consternation, there was no expression on her 
face. If there was one, it might have been a trace of 
disgust. For all her wetness and all her heat, she 
hadn't enjoyed this one bit. I sat up, wiping my face 
and feeling a fool.

"You don't like me to do this?" I asked.

She shook her head, sending her yellow hair flying, 
"No, not at all. I mean, it feels nice, but there's 
something missing. It's as if you're jerking off over 
me, like I'm not here."

Her cunning eyes looked into mine with a note of 
appeal. A sensitive one, I thought, and wondered how to 
rectify the situation.

"That's not true," I told her. "I'm just lost in you, 
your beauty and your sexuality. It's all about you, 
you're the reason I'm doing all these things. Do you 
see that?"

"Not really. I mean, we're lovers, so we should talk 
shouldn't we? But you haven't said a word."

I was losing my temper. There she was, naked on my bed, 
the sexiest little girl in camp, and she wanted to 
fucking talk! My prick was burning, it demanded hot 
action, right now! And she wanted to discuss the junior 
prom or something.

"We'll talk later," I said, and pushed her down on the 
bed, at the same time covering her body with mine and 
nudging the throbbing knob towards her cunt hole. Her 
eyes opened with fright at the first contact, and when 
I pushed it further in she began to protest.

But I was in no mood to listen. Feeling her silky 
figure below me, her helplessness, her distilled 
sensuality, all of it made me rock hard and desperate 
to get inside her young sheath. I pushed harder and she 
screamed. That was the end of that cherry, I thought 
grimly, and began to poke my dick up further, fighting 
against the elastic resistance put up by her little 
cunt.

I moved my loins back and gave it to her good, not 
sparing any of the horses. My cock was inflated with a 
powerful lust, and the rest of my body was at low power 
so as to send all excess energy down into my prick. I 
lay over her, all dead weight, my hands holding on to 
her fine shoulders for support, my face buried into the 
pillow. I felt the spit dribbling out of my mouth and I 
was powerless to even swallow.

In and out, out as far as the tip of my knob, in up to 
the hilt, widening her cunt despite the fact that she 
was drying out down there. The resistance was terrific, 
it was starting to feel as if I was fucking a cunt made 
out of life-like plastic! And it proved too much for 
me.

The friction set my prick on fire. My knob contracted 
as a spurt of hot sperm rushed up through it, tearing 
it apart and blasting up her cunt with gale force. More 
sperm followed in hot bursts each salvo draining me of 
life force. Till finally I grunted like a bull that's 
been stuck for the last time and fell over her.

"Get off!" I heard her say, and small hands pushed at 
my shoulders. "Get off you dirty pig!"

I wanted to oblige her, but I couldn't. Vaguely I heard 
her insistent demands, and I heard the hysterical 
knocking again, but I was on the brink of 
consciousness, trying to rally. Slowly my blood flooded 
out of my prick and back into circulation. And just as 
slowly I regained all my senses till I was able to get 
up off Irene and stand back to gaze over my handiwork.

Her eyes were shooting sparks of fury at me. For a 
minute or so she lay on the bed in the same position, 
the sperm oozing out of her box and over the sheets. 
Blood was mingled with it, coloring the stain red. She 
was flecked with sweat and dribble, there were bruises 
where my hands were and she was mad.

"You fucking pig!" she said, and it sounded almost 
comical coming from her childish lips. "You'll pay for 
this!"

She jumped up and rushed for the door. I caught her in 
mid-flight and threw her back onto the bed.

"Now listen," I said in a reasonable voice, "it's 
always hard to take the first time. Give me a second 
chance and I'll show you how good it can be."

She stood her ground, quivering with rage, her childish 
form taking the sting out of her words. "You disgust 
me!" she screamed. "First you put your mouth where I 
pee and then you nearly crush me! You've caused me to 
bleed and you messed me up inside and now you want me 
to let you do it again!"

"You don't understand. You'll see how different it is 
the next time. Just think how it felt in the beginning 
before Doris left. That felt good, didn't it?"

"Yes. But that was before you got disgusting."

"You'll learn later that all men like to do that to a 
girl as pretty as you."

"You think I'm pretty?" she said, her manner changing 
in a flash. "Prettier than Doris?"

"I'm prettier than Doris," I said, "but I would say 
you're the prettiest girl in the whole camp."

"Now you're fibbing," she said, but I could see her 
glow with pleasure. She sat back down on the bed and 
began to wipe herself. I got a basin of warm water from 
the shower, some soap and a cloth with which I rinsed 
her little cunt free of blood and sperm. Then I 
massaged it gently till she said she was all right.

The massaging had made me feel a lot better too. My 
fingertips still tingled with the sensation of her full 
labia. I kept my face as cool as possible, though, till 
she announced her willingness to try again. But my cock 
kept bobbing nervously, slowly refilling.

"You see, when I put some of this stuff on you down 
there, it won't hurt so much. In fact, it'll give you 
nothing but pleasure. Do you want me to put some on 
you?" I asked, extending the jar of Vaseline.

She sniffed at it and finally nodded. Her body grew 
tense as my finger applied it to the rim of her cunt, 
but relaxed while I took my time. Rose pink, almost 
round, firm and warm, gleaming under its coat of 
Vaseline, the mysterious darkness beyond hinting at 
untold pleasures. I had trouble holding myself back 
from brutally plowing into her.

But I wasn't about to take any chances. I finished 
greasing her, replaced the top on the jar, and sat on 
the bed beside her. We talked for a bit, a few laughs, 
my hands caressing her back and shoulders, now and then 
lightly brushing over her tits and belly, but staying 
clear of her cunt. And I felt her recline towards me.

She was ready and we both knew it. Her eyes flicked 
down at my cock, her shy hand reaching out to stroke 
it, and hold the knob like it was a delicate flower. I 
wanted her to give me some head, but I knew better than 
to suggest it. Instead, I took to stimulating all her 
parts till she was driven to put both her little fists 
around my proud erection and jerk at it instinctively.

When she felt up to it, she lay back and invited me to 
enter her. I told her she'd better get on top of me, 
that way I wouldn't crush her. She gave me a dubious 
look, but complied.

Under my direction, she squatted over my hard cock, and 
carefully eased over it. The Vaseline certainly helped. 
She almost slipped right down to my pubic bone and had 
to clutch hold of me. But then she felt the intense 
pleasure of it and actually forced her way down to 
around my hilt.

She stayed in that position for some time, her tender 
loins bobbing over my cock. My hands cupped her taut 
buttocks and steadied the motion till my cock was 
subjected to an intensely pleasurable rhythm that made 
me squirm with the effort of holding back.

It felt so good that I lost my perspective again! Even 
as I write this, I feel annoyance at myself for making 
the same mistake twice, but what happened, happened, 
that's history. I closed my eyes and gripped her spring 
chicken ass more tightly, savoring each beat and each 
buzz-bath of sensations it provided my cock. Emotions 
rippled through my system and broke in my head. My 
awareness of her physical presence was complete. Her 
slender form, her high tits, her boyish buttocks and 
her long, gawky legs, all of these were imprinted on my 
mind.

But I was ignoring the part of her that she thought 
most important. Suddenly she got up off me and made for 
the door. I snapped out of my euphoria as if somebody 
had turned the ice water on me, and jumped up to stop 
her.

"Let me go!" she yelled, struggling as I dragged her 
back to the bed. "You don't care about me! To you I'm 
just a machine."

I couldn't talk. My mind was a cloud, all I wanted was 
to fuck, my cock demanded it, my body seconded the 
motion, and no one, especially not this little girl, 
was going to deny me my fulfillment!

I threw her on the bed and fell on top of her, my cock 
reaming up her oily snatch so that my pubic bone 
slammed into hers. She screamed with pain and fear. I 
didn't care! She had asked for it.

She shuddered and fought. Her nails raked through my 
skin and her teeth bit at me. The pain only intensified 
my pleasure. Harder and harder I fucked, my prick 
plunging in and out with lightning speed, trying new 
angles, bumping into new spots, nothing availed. She 
kept fighting and spitting, biting and scratching.

Something happened to me during that tussle. Suddenly 
her button-small pink asshole bloomed all over my mind, 
there was nothing in the world I wanted except that, 
and I would have it. Seeing as she was in such a bad 
mood anyway, there'd be no harm in taking it.

I pulled her off me and flipped her around. With quick, 
determined movements I slipped a pillow under her belly 
and pulled her arms back so her back arched and pushed 
her little ass upwards.

There it was. Xanadu! I pushed my oily knob up against 
her ass and began pushing so hard my rock-like dick 
almost snapped in half. Her screams resounded through 
the cabin, adding fire to my fury. I felt my dick slip 
inside, up the hot, smooth passage, and get gripped all 
over by alarmed muscles and nerves.

I blew almost immediately. Using the sperm to slip all 
the way inside, I held her pinned down, impaled like a 
butterfly in a collection, till my breathing was back 
to normal and she stopped screaming. Whimpering, still 
mad but impotent, she lay still, just waiting for me to 
give her a break.

Finally I got up, and like a shot she was at the door, 
fumbling with the lock and out. Before she disappeared 
into the night, she turned around, waved her clenched 
fists and shouted, "You'll pay for this, you pig!"

A few minutes later Doris came inside. Her face was 
tear stained, her hair limp from a drizzle of rain that 
had fallen while I had been fucking Irene. She looked 
like a cat that had drowned.

Since all my nasty emotions had blown themselves out by 
this time, I felt sincere pity for her. I invited her 
inside, closed the door, and let her crawl into bed 
with me for the night. Lovemaking was out of the 
question, so I just cuddled her till she fell asleep.

I slept with all the soundness of a man with a good 
future ahead of him. Doris' little body lay hard 
against me, her breathing regular, her cunt twitching 
nervously against my ass now and then as if she was 
dreaming of things to come. And the cabin was quiet and 
peaceful after the evening's struggle.

Little did I know the storm that was brewing up just 
for me in the huts surrounding the cabin. As I said 
before, girls together form terrible pacts, and if a 
man doesn't toe their lines, he might as well wave 
himself goodbye.


Chapter 4
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I noticed the change at breakfast. The fan club that 
had sprung up so suddenly, had disappeared just as 
fast. Silence fell over the dining masses when I walked 
in, cold glints appeared in the childish eyes, and the 
few greetings I issued went unreturned.

The other instructors were ignorant of all this, and 
greeted me as usual. But Mark knew what was going on. 
He beckoned me over to sit beside him, and whispered to 
me.

"What did you do, old boy? They're giving you the 
collective cold shoulder, you know. You must have 
really upset somebody."

"This little girl, Irene, must have blown the whistle 
on me," I shrugged. "We didn't see eye to eye on a few 
things last night."

"You mean you fucked her badly," he asked. "That's big 
trouble, old fruit, big trouble indeed."

"You've seen this kind of thing happen before?" I 
asked.

"Oh, yes, every year somebody cops it. Usually it 
amounts to little more than a suspension, a few days of 
ice, then he's back in favor again. Tell me, how badly 
did you fuck this Irene?"

"She was as mad as a hornet when she left," I said, 
"But I thought I'd done rather well by her."

"If she was mad, you failed, doesn't matter what you 
think. So, well, maybe you'll get three days for it, 
could be a week. They'll make it tough for you till 
then."

"What the fuck is this!" I said, suddenly impatient. 
"They're just kids and we're adults. They do as we say, 
that's how it is. I'm not putting up with any nonsense 
from them. That's for sure."

He just grinned and said he wished me luck before going 
back to his breakfast. On the surface of it, everything 
in the mess hall was back to normal, giggling 
chattering girls, all of them dressed in thin shirts 
and little shorts, ready for a day of exercise and 
games.

Straight after breakfast I had to take a hundred of the 
girls for gymnastics. Nothing complicated. Just a 
series of routine exercises. But it didn't go too well. 
The girls pretended they couldn't hear me, and I was 
yelling so hard I went purple in the face. Then they 
messed up their exercises, and burst out into giggles, 
just making a shambles of their class.

I tried to upbraid them, and snap them back into line, 
but nothing worked. Not one of them did anything that 
was specifically wrong. If they messed up, they did it 
in a bunch. It was very scary the way they cooperated 
among themselves. At the end I decided to punish them 
as a group by making them run around the camp twice.

They accepted this order and began to run to the 
perimeter so they could follow the fence. But they 
weren't caring! Their pace was slow, and when they got 
tired they simply walked. Laughing and giggling, 
shoving each other, cracking jokes at my expense, 
ignoring my orders to shape up. For the first time I 
realized what a ruthless band of cutthroats they were!

For the rest of the day I had to take a party of forty 
hiking again, and once in the woods, I was supposed to 
organize them into teams to search and evade each 
other. To this end they had all been given compasses 
and a lunch pack, and I had been given detailed 
instructions on how to conduct them.

But they found a comfortable spot, sat down, and ate 
their lunch, not heeding my commands at all. In the 
end, I sat on my own some distance away from them and 
ate my lunch out of sheer nervousness.

By the evening I was a nervous wreck. No one came near 
my cabin. Even Doris had obviously been warned to keep 
away. From the adjoining cabins I heard shrieks and 
giggles, the popping of corks and masculine laughter. 
Even the timid-looking Lester Phipps, camp dietitian, 
had girls lining up outside his door. And Elsa was 
holding a little party for select friends.

Only I was alone. The middle-aged ladies were busy in 
their cabins, planning the fun for the coming day. I 
could imagine them, bent over a strategy board, pushing 
mock regiments of girls around from place to place till 
they had devised some satisfactory, health-inducing, 
game plan for everyone.

But I had nothing to do. I thought about my wife and 
what she would be doing right now. Playing bridge with 
her friends, no doubt. Bridge had displaced sex for 
her. I hate the game. She had taken the game up during 
our honeymoon, playing it with other honeymoon couples 
while I played a lot of sports. And now, in the fifth 
year of our marriage, she was playing bridge full-time, 
going to matches, clubs and casual card evenings.

As for the full deck of cards between her legs, she had 
forgotten about them. Not so these little girls. They 
were just discovering them, and dealing them all out! 
My flesh hungered for them, anyone, even little Doris 
and her bald, underfed cunt. If I could only get my 
hands on one!

I took a walk. It was a hot night, many of the huts 
were already in darkness, all the windows open. I 
peered inside some of them. Mostly I heard regular 
breathing or high little voices mumbling sleepily. But 
in some the girls were wide awake and conducting their 
own pleasures.

One hut was especially active. I took up a well-
concealed position and watched as four girls stripped 
in front of a dozen spectators and set to making love 
with unbridled energy.

They were all very pretty, and seemed to have been 
chosen for the color of their hair. One girl was black, 
very black, in fact, her skin glowing in the bright 
lights, silky sheen. She had tiny tits with big 
nipples, the first emerging little curls spreading over 
the top of her cunt. Another was white-blonde, about 
ten years old, no tits, just a deep cleft in the 
chubbiness between her long legs. The third I 
recognized as Angela, the little precocious woman. And 
the fourth was a redhead, snow-white little tits with 
startling pink nipples and red down over her crotch.

The four of them were engaged in some kind of erotic 
dance, cheered on by the audience. One by one they 
assumed a static position, making love to their partner 
lightly at first, but soon growing heavy.

The black girl and the redhead were in a tight embrace, 
kissing, tongues poking out their cheeks, their chests 
pressed together and their loins grinding. The blond 
and Angela were on the floor pretending to fuck, and 
slowly getting the measure of tribalism till it became 
real enough for Angela to cry out in ecstasy.

Then all four of them jumped up on a big table. The 
black girl and the redhead stood at either end of it, 
facing each other. The blonde and Angela squatted at 
their feet, asses touching, their mouths burying into 
the red and black cunts, hands clasping buttocks as 
their heads bobbed and their mouths sucked.

I was getting very hard and restless. For a moment I 
considered storming inside and throwing my feverish 
body into that puddle of flesh, grabbing at those nude 
little cunts and sucking whatever came into my mouth. 
But the experiences of the day warned me against it. 
They would either ignore me, or run screaming into the 
cabins of the middle-aged ladies.

I watched for a few minutes more as the girls amused 
themselves, the audience cheering them on and helping 
out with willing fingers wherever necessary. Restless 
little girls, nervously fingering their own boxes as 
they watched their friends up on the table fucking and 
sucking. Little practice runs, I decided, but with an 
over-ruling passion for the flesh such as can only be 
caused by boredom.

I moved on, and headed unconsciously for the showers 
and the bathroom. The layout of this camp was so 
innocent! Simply by climbing up on the roof of a hut, 
one could look over the walls, through the wide gaps 
that had been left to expel the steam and smells. 
That's what I did, and there's where I stayed for a 
long time.

There was something about my situation that nearly 
drove me crazy with lust. Only a few girls were 
showering at this hour, and three or four were on the 
toilet. They went about their business unaware of my 
prying eyes, and that's what made it so arousing to me. 
These wisps of women, these nude children, washing 
themselves like little grown-ups, wiping their asses, 
and taking a leak, their bodies still young but their 
mannerisms ancient. I don't know how to explain it, I 
just felt a lot of rushes and sharp shivers running 
through me while I was up there.

But eventually that failed to satisfy me, and I moved 
on. I checked out the party cabin and saw all the girls 
on the point of leaving. Most of them were already 
dressed, the others were in the process. The girls who 
lived in the hut were crawling into their beds, their 
cunts still gleaming wetly from the evening's 
proceedings.

An idea occurred to me. I hung around at the back of 
the cabin, hearing their silvery voices bid each other 
goodnight, while I waited for the last one. Perhaps one 
of them would stray from the herd.

My luck was good. The tall, black girl was late in 
getting away. She walked around the cabin to get to her 
hut and to get there she had to pass me. Burning with 
lust, but my brain cool, I seized her around the waist, 
one hand clasped over her mouth, to carry her back to 
my cabin.

She put up quite a struggle but it wasn't good enough. 
I pushed her inside and locked the door. For a moment 
it looked like she was going to scream, and I rushed 
over at her, my fist raised as a warning. She took the 
hint. Not that there would have been much point in 
screaming. With the color television blaring next door, 
and Elsa's stereo playing the top forty at full blast, 
no one would have heard her.

She was frightened. She stood in the far corner of the 
cabin, her hands over her mouth as her wide-open eyes 
looked for a way out. I poured us a drink from a bottle 
borrowed from Mark to pass the time. She shook her 
head, and pressed deeper into the corner.

"Come on," I said, as soothingly as possible, "there's 
no need to be afraid. All I want is a little company. 
Here, take a drink, it'll make you feel better."

She shook her head again, but relaxed when she saw I 
wasn't going to ravage her. And ravaging was the 
furthest thing on my mind. I knew if I was to 
ingratiate myself with the leaders of the girls, I had 
to give a mighty good performance. This, then, was the 
lucky girl.

But the lucky girl seemed disinclined to accept her 
good fortune. She reluctantly sat on a chair, her long, 
gleaming legs crossed as if throwing up additional 
barriers. I guessed her to be twelve years old, well-
developed, her buttocks extra round and firm, dimpled 
at the flanks, her breasts promising big things for the 
future.

I asked her her name, and she whispered it was Sandy. I 
sat down opposite her and poured her a glass of scotch, 
adding plenty of water and ice. She sipped at it, 
pulled a face, but didn't put it down. I took a tug on 
my drink and continued my quest.

"You're a beautiful girl," I told her. "Extremely 
beautiful. But I guess you've been told that so often 
that you're sick of hearing it, right?"

She smiled thinly and shook her head. I went on to 
praise her lovely limbs, long, rippling muscles running 
along them at each move she made, then told her how I 
loved broad shoulders on girls, especially when they 
had such terrific breasts to go with them. Sandy liked 
to hear me tell her such things. She showed it in the 
way she looked down at the ground and grinned.

Embarrassed but pleased, she finally told me to stop 
jiving her and to give her a refill. I sank my drink 
and gave us both another shot. I asked her questions 
about her home and her past, and slowly we got a 
conversation going in the course of which her shyness 
gave way to a sassy kind of street toughness. I liked 
that a lot.

I sat down on the bed and patted it. She grinned at me 
with knowing eyes, but she came and sat with her back 
resting up against the wall, her legs drawn up under 
her. Her eyes were big, long lashes fluttering, 
childish, but smart. I knew she wasn't going to be 
easy, but I also knew that if I didn't make it with 
her, I was as good as dead.

Another drink helped things along. She was getting a 
little giggly, and more outgoing. She got upset over 
something I said and jokingly punched me. I punched her 
back, laughingly, and we began to wrestle. She was 
lithe as a panther, surprisingly strong for a girl her 
age. But I soon got the drop on her, and pinned her 
down on the bed. She struggled harder, her face 
screwing up with the effort of it all, but finally she 
had to admit defeat. I fell down beside her, both of us 
breathing hard and laughing.

Obviously she had overcome her inhibitions towards me. 
She lay close to me, her head on my shoulder, snuggling 
in occasionally. My hand moved over to her breast and 
squeezed it gently. She gave a satisfied little groan, 
so I slipped my hand under her halter and tasted her 
hard, smooth flesh.

"Wait a minute," she said, and her voice had grown 
husky, "let me give you more to play with." She undid 
her halter and let it fall to the floor. "There," she 
said, and lay back, her eyes falling too with 
contentment, "now squeeze 'em."

I hurried to comply, flexing them in my hands and 
bringing my lips to the dark nipples. I let my teeth 
slide over the rubbery little protrusions, my tongue 
slithering around them, till I heard her breath grow 
hard.

My hands went down to her shorts and undid the top 
button. For a moment she seemed to panic. Her hands 
flew down to stop mine, but then she relaxed and pulled 
back. I undid the button, and the others. And, when the 
shorts were hanging only by her pert cheeks, she lifted 
up and let me slide them off all the way down over her 
feet.

Before I went any further, I undressed so as to be 
ready for anything. She didn't look at me, as though 
she didn't want to be confronted by my throbbing, heavy 
cock. I took the hint, and lay on my belly by her side 
to return to kissing her tits.

She pushed them out at me, delighting in the wet trail 
my tongue was leaving over them, and the subtle 
sensations my teeth evoked. Slowly I sent my hand 
sliding down her tough, flat belly down into those tiny 
curls over her crotch, taking care to see that she was 
ready for it.

She didn't object at all. In fact, she brought her 
loins up higher to press my hand into her cunt. I 
dawdled, plucking gently at the little black threads so 
that the skin came up and tugged at her cunt's nerve 
centers.

It wasn't long before her legs parted, the green light, 
and I let my hand descend into her slit to enjoy the 
warm, barely moist nakedness of her lips. Her hips 
began to jerk spasmodically, quick staccato outbursts, 
then nothing, then another, each burst accompanied by 
low little moans.

My prick was so hard I thought it might burst out of 
its skin like an overdone sausage. My brain threatened 
to close down at any moment. But by dint of sheer will 
power, I kept a good grip on myself, and teasingly went 
on with my seduction.

Actually, Sandy was ripe and ready, and just waiting 
for me to poke my agonized prick up her wet little 
cunt. Her black lips were shining hysterically with the 
juices running down her legs, and her tits quivered 
with each harsh breath she took. I was debating with 
myself whether to go down on her. My taste buds were up 
in arms, crying out for a sample of her ample juices. 
Only my bad experience of the previous night held me 
back.

Then I threw all caution to the wind and let my tongue 
run down her hard belly straight into the open cleft 
and into her tropical hole. For a moment I waited to 
see how she would react. To my relief her legs shot 
open like the arms of a mother at the return of her 
soldier boy, and I buried my head into her bare little 
cunt as if looking for hidden treasure.

She tasted nutty somehow, nutty and wild. I drank her 
down like mother's milk, slobbering, my face wet with 
her sticky fluids and my sweat. Sandy arched her back, 
her little fists beating at her sides, gasping for 
breath, all the while shoving her loins harder into my 
face.

My hands cupped her firm, squeezable soft buttocks, 
pressing them down onto her asshole to give her a bonus 
tingle. She really liked that. I let go of her ass and 
concentrated on her asshole. She nearly jumped through 
the ceiling, but in no time at all had recovered 
herself, and was pushing down for more.

I gave her everything, delighted to have found a girl 
who tasted like heaven and loved to be eaten. I made a 
pig of myself, meanwhile fingering her asshole and 
squeezing her muscular cheeks, one hand reaching up for 
her small, hard tit and rubbing her nipples. She was 
groaning like a ship at sea, her legs wrapped around my 
neck for extra traction, and I knew if I didn't plug 
her soon my prick would self-destruct out of sheer 
spite.

With a swift motion of my whole body, I covered her, 
and the swollen knob of my red-hot prick eased into her 
little cunt without resistance. She was so wet it 
sopped as it moved up the spout, slurping in a most 
unladylike fashion. Sandy cried out, an animal cry of 
bliss, and I bashed the remaining inches of meat right 
up her.

We settled into a violent fuck. Our loins worked 
furiously but in time. For a girl of twelve she had 
grown up awfully fast. But then in some parts of the 
city they're ready for marriage at that age. Periods 
begin at nine, childbearing at eleven, there was no 
need for me to be surprised that she was neither a 
virgin nor incompetent.

At one point during our mindless, all-consuming fuck, 
she interrupted briefly to change position. She stood 
on the floor and rested her long, slender torso over 
the bed so that I had to get behind her and fuck her 
standing up. This excited me even more, so much so that 
I had to take a quick breather so as not to run over.

But finally I got it together. She presented her full 
black buttocks to me most charmingly shaped like an 
upside down heart, her tiny asshole and her shining, 
naked lips poking out from between the cross of 
buttocks and strong thighs. I rested the purple head of 
my shining, oily prick up against the hole for a 
second, then shoved it right up her so that my pubic 
bone slammed against her ass and she gulped for breath.

"Beautiful!" she cried out, and I knew I was on the 
right track. My hand found a grip on her slippery ass, 
and my whole body swayed to deliver each thrust with 
the maximum of power. Each blow to her cunt sent her 
face sliding over the sheets, her hands vainly 
grappling about looking for a support.

We were ascending together. I leaned back while my 
prick ploughed into her, my head was heavy and I let it 
lie back, closing my eyes and breathing in through my 
wide-open mouth, while the remains of my brain tried to 
keep my knees from buckling. She was breathing like a 
car without a muffler, her pitch heightening with every 
master stroke.

The moon was within reach. Both of us were puffing, she 
fucking me back for all I fucked her. I felt my innards 
cramping up for the final explosion, just as she was 
gasping for a shred of oxygen to spark her orgasm off 
with, and then the roof fell in.

At least, that's how it felt. The door burst open and a 
swarm of irate girls rushed inside, cursing and pulling 
me off her. I didn't have the power to beat them back, 
I was so stunned and so horny. From the corner where a 
dozen little girls were holding me, I saw Sandy 
writhing with unfulfilled ecstasies. One of the older 
girls rushed over and, with several skillful thrusts of 
her bunched fingers, tipped Sandy over the brink of an 
explosive climax. When that was done, they all turned 
to me with menace in their eyes.

"What's the matter with you," said the older girl, 
licking at the juices on her fingers, and eyeing me, 
insolently. "Do you want to get busted or something? We 
can oblige you, you know, anytime we feel like it."

"Yeah," said a ten-year-old next to her, raising 
herself on tiptoes to impress me, and so bringing the 
hem of her nightgown high over her little cunt, "we can 
bust you, mister!"

"Now, listen," I said, "I'm tired of you girls thinking 
you can lord it over me. Sandy and I were doing very 
well until you came barging in here, I'll thank you to 
leave us alone."

They laughed sarcastically. The older girl turned to 
Sandy and told her to go back to her hut immediately, 
or she'd be reported. Sandy walked out, and the girl 
called out she'd be reported. As Sandy stormed from the 
room the girl said she'd see her later about this. Then 
back to me, unfriendly to the extreme, "This is your 
last chance, mister," she said, pointing her finger at 
me. "If we find you with another girl this week, your 
ass is grass."

With that she turned and left, followed by the other 
girls. Each of them seemed to think they had to add 
weight to the threat by eyeing me darkly. The door fell 
to and I was all alone with my enormous palpitating 
erection, and no place to put it.

Those little fucks, I thought bitterly, they really 
pour it on when they've got it in for you. I resigned 
myself to jerking the load off myself, but then I heard 
a timid knock on the door. I walked over quickly and 
opened it. No one there.

Just as I was about to shut it, a pale figure flashed 
through the dark and ran inside, pushing the door shut 
and resting against it. It was Doris. She was pale and 
frightened, shifty-eyed, and begged me to switch the 
light off in case anyone saw her.

I did what she asked, knowing I was lucky to at least 
have her on my side. In the dark she undressed and we 
went to bed where she set to taking care of my painful 
hard cock with her mouth.

But I wanted to fuck. With a dab of Vaseline I took a 
shortcut into her cunt. My big dick slipped inside her, 
and, without further ado, I fucked her. She seemed to 
enjoy it. One day she would make someone a dutiful 
wife. Until then she was my safety valve.

Her little arms curled around my back and her skinny 
legs came up and around my waist as my dork ploughed 
into her cunt. She was still dry, but the grease made 
it enjoyable. Slowly she got into the spirit of things, 
gripping me more tightly and moaning like a puppy.

A sense of compassion made me hang onto my impatient 
wad. Gnashing my teeth I fucked her till she was happy, 
helping her along by rubbing her tiny clitoris and so 
giving her a diminutive orgasm all of her own. She was 
very pleased with that.

Then, with all the forces unleashed, I slammed my prick 
into her little cunt from a high angle to get that 
extra friction, and brought myself totally undone. A 
hot geyser of cream rushed up her youthful tube, and I 
felt relieved like a boil that's been lanced.

I rolled over on my side and fell asleep, her arms 
around me and her loins against my ass. A dutiful wife, 
I thought, before dropping off. Plain girls make the 
best wives. They have to try harder!


Chapter 5
---------

Several days went by. Doris hung around me like a puppy 
in love, and sneaked in late at night to take receipt 
of my surplus lust. This kept me going. But then fate 
struck another blow. Doris' parents came to the camp 
and took their daughter home. It seemed they had 
received an anonymous letter written in a childish hand 
warning them of their daughter's incipient insanity.

The cunning little bitches, I thought. Not a hint of 
immorality. Insanity. Nice and decent. Oh, well, they 
had done me out of my last recourse. Why should I 
worry? I had done without sex before, certainly for 
longer than three weeks.

Besides, there was Elsa. She might feel like a real 
fuck for a change. The way she had been cohabiting 
lately, I figured she had to be glutted. Or, if worst 
came to worst, one of the middle-aged ladies might 
enjoy a young piece of meat for her hope box.

I told myself there was nothing to worry about. The 
girls would see who was the smarter. Smug, even 
grinning, I walked around the camp to police their 
activities, not in the least disturbed by their 
indifference towards me. Elsa. I recalled her thickly-
overgrown blonde cunt with vague pleasure, and her 
kinks. Perhaps I could straighten her out before we 
left this place.

I walked around, watching a class of little girls 
bending and touching toes under the direction of Mark. 
He waved at me, smiling broadly. I waved back, and 
walked on, trying to erase the memory of his ribald 
cabin from my mind. For the past three nights his place 
had been the center for all the action, and the 
giggles, the squeals, and the ominous pounding sound of 
his bed, were driving me crazy. Now that Doris was 
gone, I would have no consolation at all. At least her 
poor little body had a hole in it.

Elsa waved at me, too, standing by the side of the pool 
instructing a class of youngsters in the art of 
swimming. They were lined up on the edge, their little 
buttocks encased in clinging, wet material, all of them 
paying strict attention to her.

She looked delicious to me. She wore a brief bikini, 
her full breasts bulging out over the top, tanned and 
shining with health, her ample buttocks covered by the 
skimpy garment. And she knew I was looking at her. But 
ignored me, just the same.

I grew more depressed while I wandered through the 
camp. The middle-aged ladies were joyously taking 
troops out into the woods, or sending them off on 
treasure hunts, teaching folk dancing or some other 
wasteful pastime. They didn't even know I was alive. 
Maybe it was just as well, their cunts probably had 
cobwebs in them.

The only one to talk to me was Lester Phipps. Looking 
thinner than on the first day, he was nevertheless a 
lot happier. Obviously, he, too, had developed a 
craving for the tender flesh of little girls, just as 
an animal may recapture his lust for meat if it's 
encouraged. We didn't talk about that, though, not 
directly. I just mentioned that he'd been having a lot 
of company lately.

"Oh, yes," he said airily, putting his menus aside for 
the moment. "The girls seem to like me, and I certainly 
like them. You know, my guess is that they miss their 
parents, and that we're the substitutes. So I do my 
best for them, you know. It's the least one can do."

"Of course," I replied, and for a moment I felt doubt 
creep in. Perhaps Lester was straight arrow. "I like 
the girls, too," I went on, checking him carefully, 
"even though they've been giving me a hard time 
lately."

"I've noticed that," he nodded, "and I've been meaning 
to ask you why that is. Are you too strict with them? I 
do believe in leniency, you know."

"That could be it. I wish they'd give me a second 
chance, though. They're such an unforgiving bunch."

"Well, I'll have a word with them. Perhaps I can help 
change their attitude," Lester said, picking up his pen 
again and smiling as if to say goodbye. "I do think I 
have a little pull in that direction, frankly."

"I hope so." I walked on, thinking about Phipps. His 
cabin was as noisy as Elsa's and Mark's. What was he 
doing, holding a bingo game or something? I shrugged 
and resolved to find out later.

For the time being there was nothing for me to do but 
wait till after supper. Maybe I could get Elsa away 
from her admirers. I decided I would try her first. If 
that failed, I could try and think of something else.

As soon as dinner was over, I stuck with her and walked 
her back to her cabin. I asked her if she felt like 
fucking with me again, and she hesitated for a moment, 
perhaps taken aback by my direct approach. Then she 
shook her head and hurried on. I wasn't satisfied. When 
she passed my cabin I grabbed her around the waist and 
pushed her inside.

I switched the light on and faced her, holding the door 
shut. She looked angry, not very angry, more as if I 
was in her way.

"Come on, James," she said, and tried to get past me. 
"I have things to do tonight. Later, we'll get together 
later, is that all right?"

"Now," I said, moving towards her and taking her into 
my arms, "I need you here and now, Elsa. I haven't 
stopped thinking about you since that first day. I need 
you. I must have you. You're too desirable to resist 
any longer."

"No, James, I don't have the time. Besides, I haven't 
changed my views any. I still don't like to be touched 
on my--my--well, down there!"

"I won't touch you there, and I won't take up much of 
your time," I said through clenched teeth. Just 
touching her made me horny, her big, firm shoulders 
with those fleshy tits quivering just below my hands. 
It was strange to hold a grown woman again, not 
unexciting, and my cock rose up despite my tight 
trousers.

"Damn it," she said moodily, seeing the determination 
in my eyes. "All right then, but hurry up about it."

She pulled loose and took off her halter top and her 
shorts, to lie down naked on the bed. I got out of my 
clothes in a hurry before she could change her mind, 
and went straight for her generous cunt with my tongue. 
She screamed, angry and flushed, sitting up to take me 
to task, but I apologized and contented myself with 
sucking her springy tits.

Elsa lay back down and accepted my blandishments with a 
certain quiet grace. My mind wandered back to Irene and 
her modulated expressions of arousal, and Sandy's loud 
approbation, Laura's tight little screams and Angela's 
animal outburst--somehow it took much of the fun out of 
making love with Elsa.

But I persisted, mainly on the camel principle, which 
means storing up so you won't need it later. Nonsense, 
of course, one can't store up on sex, or sleep, or 
food; but in the realm of imagination it holds true.

Elsa lay perfectly still, her arms by her side, her 
face calm, like a prostitute who's doing her last trick 
of the shift. I kept on sucking her tits and trying to 
caress passion into her via indirect means. But doing 
that without the aid of the nerve-laden cunt is no mean 
feat! Her shoulder blades proved unresponsive, her 
belly was the no man's land, just as her thighs were a 
DMZ in themselves.

That left her tits and her calves. Kissing her didn't 
seem to bring her on either. I did my best for a while, 
squeezing her tits and sucking at her pink nipples. But 
all of a sudden I felt like a giant fool! Who was she 
to tell how to do it? Dammit, I was the man and she had 
to take what I handed out.

I grabbed hold of her calves with both hands and pushed 
her legs up and back, pressing down so she couldn't 
move, but lay trapped under her own legs. Her face lost 
its smug expression. Her knees pinned down her 
shoulders so she couldn't even get her hands to my head 
when it fell down into her wide-open cunt and sucked at 
it for the first time.

She became desperate, her legs doing their utmost to 
kick me off, her fingers scratching at any part of me 
that was within reach. But I held her down with all my 
might, and her box was open to my mouth like a split 
fig.

I couldn't figure out why she was so against it. She 
tasted great, even though she'd sprayed some kind of 
vaginal deodorant up there, which made my tongue tingle 
numbly for a while afterwards. For the rest, her cunt 
was great. The lips were densely haired and swollen, 
the clitoris was huge, standing up like a fierce 
miniature prick, and her hole was a deep pink, moist, 
and pulsing.

For a moment I was tempted to forget about biting her 
box, and to plunge my throbbing cock into that 
wonderland. But I was out to teach her a lesson--and 
with so many bridges already burnt, what did it matter 
if another became a charred ruin?

So I went ahead and bit deep. My tongue explored the 
oozing walls of her cunt, oozing in spite of her angry 
protests. My nose rubbed against the hard clitoris, 
nuzzling and pressing till she subsided a little, even 
relaxed under the stimulation I was giving her. And, to 
top it all off, I jammed two fingers up her cunt while 
my lips pursed around her clit.

She was still uncomfortable about it, convulsing now 
and then in a bid to escape my grip. But her cunt was 
in a vise, nothing could shake me loose. I had even 
locked the door to make sure the vigilantes couldn't 
rescue her. All the while I sucked and licked, giving 
her cunt all that it must have missed over years of 
willfulness.

I ran my tongue around her clitoris for some time, then 
descended, once around the rim of her cunt, then down 
to her asshole, flicking inside, exciting her more than 
ever, keeping up a constant pressure now that I had 
her.

She signaled her complete surrender by taking my cock 
in hand and masturbating it gently. I crawled closer to 
allow her to make more generous strokes and she did 
that. I took my fingers out of her box and stuck them 
into her mouth, experiencing the wet warmth of her 
tongue as she licked them clean. Slowly we moved 
around, almost as if neither of us wanted the other to 
know--but suddenly it was there, her mouth around my 
prick!

I was elated! I let her legs down and rolled on top of 
her, my belly on her tits, my chest on her belly, she 
eating me, me eating her, an embrace that locked us 
into the other's body as far as it was possible to go. 
Her juices ran free. My loins began to bob, so that I 
was literally fucking her in the mouth. My loins were 
on fire!

Time to fuck for real. I tried to get up but her arms 
held me down. I insisted. So did she. I couldn't figure 
out what her plan was. But while waiting, I lavished 
attention on her cunt, my nose sticking up her ass as 
my mouth sucked the juices down. Her hard clitoris 
poked against my chin, so I moved my face regularly to 
give it its due. She was breathing hard, sucking at my 
cock as if she was trying to extract something from it.

I tried to get off again to plunge my dagger into her 
wide-open, super-ready, dripping cunt, my whole body 
waiting for the moment of entry--and again she held me 
back. This time I tried a little harder, and she, just 
to show me she meant business, bit into my cock. Not 
enough to hurt me, just enough to let me feel what it 
could be like.

Cunning was my only way out. I pretended to return 
wholeheartedly to eating her out, my loins still 
bobbing over her mouth shallowly. But my thrusts went 
deeper and came up further. Just a little higher and 
I'd be able to pull my prick out of her mouth safely, 
and break her embrace at the same time.

She was ready for me. Just as I decided the time had 
come she closed her teeth ever so gently around my 
prick so that the ledge of my knob came to a stop right 
there. I grew desperate. I wanted only to fuck. What 
had come over her? She preferred fucking!

I soon found out. She began sucking at my cock even 
harder, her hands pressing the cheeks of my ass 
together and a lone index finger creeping down into my 
furrow to tickle the rim of my asshole. Tiny flashes of 
pleasure shot through me. These grew as her finger 
edged past the tight sphincter muscles and up my ass, 
where she crooked the top joint of her long finger to 
tickle me in vital places.

Right where the sperm emission control center is 
located, that's where she tickled me. And I, at the 
mercy of my body, could not help but begin the short 
buildup to my climax, my prick pumping into her mouth 
till she gagged and brought her free hand up to govern 
my loins. My prick contracted sharply, then blew out a 
load of sperm that could have choked a horse. But not 
Elsa.

She threw me off and got up, spitting the come out on 
the floor. She took a long drink of water, rinsed her 
mouth, and spat again. Then, with a withering look, she 
put her halter and shorts on again, and stalked out of 
my cabin.

I was still on my bed, bewildered by this. What did she 
have in mind? Then it struck me. She only wanted to 
pull my plug out when she saw there was no other way of 
getting around being fucked.

Well she had succeeded. I felt a fool. For a second, a 
white hot anger rose in me, choking me up. But then I 
took a drink and thought about it some more. It wasn't 
a total loss, Elsa sure gave a hell of a blow-job. The 
thing that bothered me was her calculatedness. Just 
like the other girls, always a few steps ahead of me. 
They were playing too dirty for my liking.

But two could play at that. I didn't know what I would 
do in retaliation, but I would think of something. In 
the meantime, I wanted to check out what Lester Phipps 
did with his leisure time.

I left my cabin and walked past Mark's ribald cabin. 
The door was wide open, and naked little girls were 
romping around, playing tiggie or something, while Mark 
lay fast asleep on his bed, two girls at his side. 
Flashing pink cheeks, tiny quivering tits, firm bellies 
and naked cleft whirled past my feverish eyes. How I 
envied him! Somehow Mark had it all down pat. That 
could be me, lying on that rumpled bed, fast asleep 
with two little slaves just waiting for me to get 
another urge. Fuck it!

I walked on in a hurry, my mood growing worse by the 
second. When I got to Lester's cabin, I found the door 
closed. But I went around the back, and he had 
forgotten to draw his curtains, probably thinking 
everyone was trustworthy.

There were about four little girls in his cabin, none 
of them older than ten. Utterly hairless but for cute 
blonde curls, their chests barely swollen, three of 
them stood by the side of his bed masturbating each 
other, while Lester had the fourth beside him on the 
bed.

He was doing something to her asshole, I couldn't quite 
see what it was. But then she turned around and he bent 
down. What they were doing was stuffing a silk 
handkerchief up the other's ass!

My nagging dissatisfaction was displaced by curiosity. 
What the hell was Lester's bag? His thin, hairy ass 
opened wide as the little girl stuffed the hanky up his 
asshole, frowning with concentration. She left a little 
tuft sticking out, and then she lay back with her 
little legs wide open.

Lester checked both her hanky and his own before he 
presented his limp dick to the three masturbating 
maidens. The middle one opened her mouth wide and took 
it all inside, to chew on it lightly. Soon life flooded 
into it, forcing the girl back a pace, and it became 
hard for her to encompass just the knob.

All of Lester's growth energy seemed to have gone into 
his prick. Longer than mine, and thicker, it stuck out 
from his skinny frame incongruously, like a tree 
growing out of a branch. I was kind of horrified to 
think he was sticking that monster into the tiny 
snatches of ten-year-olds, but they didn't stagger back 
in awe, so I figured they must have had it up there 
enough to have grown around it.

The three girls devoted their whole attention to the 
monster member, stroking it, licking it, sucking at the 
balls drooping way down in his long sac, their nimble 
little fingers working hard to excite their aging stud.

Lester reached the critical point and set the girls 
back into their masturbating routine. They leaned 
against the wall and watched closely as he applied his 
throbbing purple knob to the tiny but wet entrance of 
the little cunt on his bed. She stared down, slightly 
fearful but with a wild lust in evidence.

One more check of the handkerchief, changing her 
position slightly, and then the long insertion began, 
slow, short jabs bringing him in deeper and deeper, the 
cock disappearing as if by magic. Perhaps it telescoped 
in, I thought, craning to look more closely, that 
little body couldn't contain so much! But now I realize 
I was just underestimating women again.

She took it all, and her face showed she could have 
accommodated more. Briefly I thought of the Roman arena 
where women would be fucked by donkeys. I marveled at 
it all.

Lester began his stroking, long and hard, the little 
girl under him opening up as wide as she could to give 
him maximum access to her miniature heaven. I watched 
as his cock emerged right to the tip of his knob, and 
plunged back in, reflecting how fatherly Lester was 
being, truly a parent to his wards.

The little girl uttered a tiny, animal scream, her body 
twisting with the agony and ecstasy of Lester's boa. He 
pumped it into her and I could see her belly bulge as 
it reamed right up inside. Lester's face was fanatic 
and blissful, his body taut as a bow string while he 
plunged his all into her.

The three girls up against the wall masturbated more 
fervently, hardly able to stand up. Their fingers flew 
and manipulated, providing a slurping cricket's chorus 
to back up the brilliant solo Lester was performing for 
them. Even I could only hold myself back from 
applauding with much will power.

Lester was doing extremely well. I felt my deflated 
cock rising sharply while I watched him plough into the 
little girl, whose face was pressed up against his 
chest. She seemed to be enjoying it too, as were her 
girl friends.

The moment of climax was drawing near. I saw Lester's 
face redden, flushing a violent Vermilion, his low, 
grating grunts starting up like a rusty tractor, while 
the little girl clutched at him, her loins 
uncontrollable. Her face was red, too, as if she were 
holding her breath for the big moment.

I peered more closely, my face hard against the window, 
hand on my cock, rubbing a little. The three girls 
leaning up against the wall had slid down to the floor 
and were on their backs helplessly finger-fucking each 
other. The bed squeaked horribly. Lester bellowed like 
a bull, his little girl friend screamed, and I saw 
their hands tug violently at the tuft of handkerchief 
sticking out of their asses, to rip it out just as they 
reached their mutual climax!

They exploded! I had never seen a climax like it. 
Lester lost weight in front of my eyes as he shot his 
bolt. The little girl turned into a shuddering mass of 
limbs and cries. And their audience delivered the final 
strokes to each other. It was a beautiful scene. I 
leaned breathlessly against the wall of the hut and 
began jerking off.

Lester wasn't finished yet. He waited for the girls to 
recollect themselves, then he got them to suck his huge 
cock till the last drops of nectar and sperm had been 
removed. They worked like little ants, sucking at the 
big, fat, shrinking head, licking his dangling balls, 
their mouths running up and down the thick stem of his 
cock as if it was a lollipop, while Lester sat back 
with his eyes shut, grinning.

Paternal, my ass! I thought enviously. Lester was the 
most cunning of us all! Walking around looking like the 
local vicar who wouldn't say a damn for a dollar, 
meanwhile setting himself up in the nicest underage 
harem I had ever seen. If only I hadn't fucked up! I'd 
be surrounded by them, dozens sleeping in and under my 
bed, regaling me with every sensual pleasure devised by 
man since the dark ages.

I stood back from the window a little mad at myself but 
still interested in the situation inside. Lester's cock 
had shrunk down to what would for most men be a 
praiseworthy cock, and the three girls toyed with it 
idly, as if it were a new pet. The girl who had been 
fucked so well was asleep on the bed, her legs wide 
open and her naked chubby slit still running with sperm 
that oozed out in globules.

At a signal from the master, one of the girls got down 
on that runny little snatch and sucked it clean. While 
she was down there, Lester's erection restored itself 
sneakily and, without warning, he suddenly rammed it up 
her tiny snatch as she bent over his previous victim.

The girl straightened up as if she'd been bitten on the 
ass by a snake. Then, as her cunt adjusted to the 
enormous member, she pitched forward and spread her 
legs as wide as possible to make it feasible for the 
trouser snake to crawl right up inside her.

She lay half over the first victim, who kept on 
sleeping. The other two girls did their best to help 
Lester, separating her buttocks and lifting her ass a 
little for maximum accessibility, till he was up in her 
to the hilt. Then they stood back and respectfully 
watched while the girl got fucked.

She couldn't have been five feet tall, I guessed from 
my position outside the window, skinny, titless, 
hairless, pretty in a sugar candy way, her golden curls 
hanging down over her face like a lace curtain. Her 
hands groped along the bed and over her girl friend, 
looking for support, and her tiny ass rose and fell in 
accordance with Lester's strong strokes.

My prick ached for a little cunt to call my own. I 
looked around in the dark, there was no one around. It 
was quiet in the camp now, most of the lights off, only 
a few giggles echoing now and then. I needed to fuck! I 
considered bursting into Lester's place and ripping off 
one of his girls--but my position was shaky enough 
without aggravating him.

What could I do? I felt as if I had drunk a draft of 
werewolf brew, my eyes yellow slits of desperation and 
lust, hairy all over, cock hard and throbbing, my 
entire being focused on only one thing--cunt! All 
around me were huts, and in every hut were dozens of 
little cunts, bald and hairy, loose and tight, cunts 
sweating in the warm summer night's air, cunts with 
fingers in them, cunts dripping a last drop of piss on 
the sheets, four hundred cunts!

One last look at the fucking of Lester, at that moment 
driving his cock up her cunt till it threatened to 
dislodge her tonsils, and I went off into the night, 
melting as it were, into the shadows.

I felt like baying at the moon...


Chapter 6
---------

I found a hut at the outer fringes of the camp, far 
enough from the others to make it difficult for one of 
the occupants to raise a general alarm. The place was 
in darkness, not a sound came from it. I checked around 
carefully, making sure no one had seen me.

Then I eased in through the door and bolted it. I 
waited for a moment until my eyes were accustomed to 
the dark, and made my first move. I stripped. Naked and 
hard, I got into the nearest bed and took a handful of 
young cunt. The young cunt screamed. Lights came on, 
commotion threatened to erupt, but I took fast action.

"Okay, everybody keep quiet," I hissed, leaping out 
into the middle of the hut, "I want you to do exactly 
as I say or I'll make you wish you had never been born, 
understand!"

"You'll pay for this," said a voice in the background, 
"we've got your number, fella."

"I don't care anymore," I said loudly, raising myself 
to my full height, "I refuse to be blackmailed any 
more. Tonight it's my turn, and you girls better enjoy 
it, because you're going to get it whether you do or 
not."

"What's to stop us from screaming and bringing the 
whole camp down on you?" one girl asked.

"Just this--after tonight no doubt someone will inform 
on me, which means my future is shot anyway. So you see 
before you a desperate man. And I'll beat the shit out 
of the first one who yells. You hear me!"

"You're full of shit," said a tall, older girl, "you 
lay a finger on me and you'll have all twelve of us on 
your neck."

I was so mad with lust and frustration that I could 
hardly think straight. The girls were sitting up in 
their beds, some in nighties, most nude, their tiny 
tits poking pertly out at me, their young curving 
bodies unaware of the power they exercised over me. I 
wanted to fuck them so bad I had trouble keeping my 
breathing regular!

"Try it!" I hissed, walking up to her, my erection 
waving in front of her nose. "Just you try it, girlie!"

"Help!" she screamed, and opened her mouth for another 
outcry but I filled it with fist. She reeled back, her 
eyes wide with astonishment. Obviously no one had ever 
hit her before. The pain shocked her as much as the 
fact that I had actually carried out my threat.

The girls gasped as she fell back onto the bed, her 
mouth bleeding. Dead silence reigned in the hut. 
Curtly, I told them to strip, and they did so, their 
eyes open wide and fixed on me. They thought I had gone 
mad--and I had! My vision was obscured by a red mist, 
all I could see sharply were their little cunts as they 
emerged from bedclothes and nighties. I lined them all 
in a row, and walked up and down, my finger checking 
for the firmest, the fullest, the finest cunt there.

What tactile delight! Each of them shied away some as I 
ran my index finger up their wide slits, but stood 
their ground bravely. I fingered right down the line, 
exploring their sweaty boxes and tasting the faint 
drops of dampness of each with the air of a 
connoisseur.

Out of the twelve I found three I really wanted to 
fuck. The rest I ordered to stand around the bed in a 
tight cordon while I arranged my three girls on the bed 
with me. I took my time, arranging them like a 
housewife with too much leisure arranges her living 
room. And, just before I started the proceedings, I 
warned the girls once more:

"If any of you leaves this place, so help me, I'll get 
her for it. And they'll be responsible for their 
friends losing some teeth too. Remember that. Just try 
to make the best of things."

The stubborn silence that greeted my words disturbed me 
somewhat, but first things first. The three girls of my 
choice were truly beautiful. One, Sylvia, was five feet 
six, only thirteen, small hard tits about to bud, not a 
hair on her body. She looked like a model, long and 
lanky, but perfectly proportioned for all that. The 
second was called Benita, little and plump, full-
breasted at fourteen, down on her cunt, her ass full 
and prosperous with youthful tautness that would soon 
give way to a comfortable spread--but not yet! 

The third was Gloria, an aloof girl of eleven, no 
sexual characteristics bar her nude, fat little cunt, 
and her face. She had very long lashes, jet black hair, 
big brown eyes, her skin white as white can be, in 
stark contrast her hair. But she looked through me the 
whole time I was arranging, as if she didn't know I was 
alive.

For that reason I began with her. Slowly drawing her 
closer to me, I pressed a hot kiss to her firmly-shut 
lips. She accepted this unflinchingly, her eyes wide 
open, her body rigid, only waiting for me to stop. My 
knob was ready to be launched.

I touched her breasts, feeling the subtly-pulvinated 
chest with delicacy. Strangely exciting for non-tits, 
that invisible fullness. I caressed her hard belly and 
moved down into the naive gully of her cunt, dry and 
warm, smooth as polished stone and almost as 
unyielding. By searching through her valley most 
thoroughly, I hit upon her tiny clit and began to 
massage that with two fingers.

No girl can resist that. Gloria, for all her coyness, 
began to shift uneasily, trying to move out of my 
embrace, but I tightened it and continued the same 
stimulation. I sat with her between my legs, her back 
against my chest. I held her firmly with one hand on 
her subcutaneous tits, the other deep in her smooth 
groin, my prick chafing up against her ass.

The other girls were still silent, but the atmosphere 
in the hut was slowly changing. From resentment to 
naughty lasciviousness. It was creeping through their 
systems, making them less intractable, more interested 
in the proceedings.

My other two partners came a little closer, bending 
over to see what I was doing. I found Gloria's tight 
cunt hole and eased my finger up it, pushing to get as 
much as possible inside. She was dry, but smooth, hot, 
her muscles resisting at first but slowly giving in. I 
was hooked inside.

Finally she lost her aloofness and began to breathe 
with difficulty. Her back pressed into me, and her 
knees lifted to give me more cunt to play with. I took 
it all. First I extracted my finger and brought my hand 
around, under her thigh, and shoved my thumb up her 
moist passage. The finger that was already oily circled 
around the rim of her asshole, lubricating it till it 
was able to slip into the elastic vise, and begin 
working its way to the top.

She writhed timidly, a little ashamed of her own 
passion. I worked harder. Soon she cast aside all her 
inhibitions, as if she was no longer aware of anyone 
around her. Silence still reigned. The two other girls 
had shifted position so they were in front of Gloria, 
watching my busy hand sending rigid fingers up her cunt 
and asshole, one nimble finger manipulating her 
hardening clitoris.

I moved a bit so that my dick pressed into the furrow 
of her taut ass, sliding against her to get that touch 
of friction my knob raved for. My mind was clearer now, 
more patient with my lot since I was surrounded by 
cleft little chubs.

Before I went any further I wanted to fuck. And then I 
wanted a side show, and then I wanted to fuck again. I 
looked around the circle of girls once more, to make 
sure I had the best girls with me, and, satisfied, I 
set to work on Gloria to the exclusion of everything 
and everyone else.

I lifted her up by the thighs and brought her over my 
head so that the front of her thighs rested on my 
shoulders, and her box was flush against my mouth. I 
buried my nose into the tight furrow of her ass and 
began sucking at her as if she had a dozen oysters 
concealed in her person. And Gloria, dangling down, 
just managed to swallow the red knob of my dick, to 
regale it with instinctive spiraling of her tongue.

The other girls took the initiative. Benita held Gloria 
in place so that my hands were free to feel her and 
Sylvia up. I did with relish. Benita's plump little 
cunt was soaking wet and pulsing with ecstasy. Two 
fingers slipped up easily and I finger-fucked her with 
both barrels. Sylvia perched over my other hand felt 
like a candelabra. Both hands occupied, my tongue 
dabbling about in Gloria's wet, tight cunt, her lips 
stretched about my swollen knob, and the girls around 
the bed getting twitchy and sticky, at that moment I 
envied no one in the whole world, not even Lester 
Phipps.

My faithful cock, that had been kept waiting for so 
long, finally got its due. I pushed Gloria forward and 
rose to my knees, holding her ass up high, the rest of 
her stretched out over the bed like an offering to the 
gods. Then, lining her cunt hole up with my burning 
cock, I took aim and shoved it right up her so that she 
choked.

How good it felt! Her cunt clamped around my dick as if 
to hold it in there forever, but I pushed harder and it 
made it to the top. I felt her hard flesh push against 
my pubic bone, and I rubbed it in just to get her 
clitoris to send her flying.

Her moans were childish at first, highly-pitched, like 
she was seeing spooks in the nursery. But as we fucked 
harder, so her moans became more womanish. Strange 
thrills coursed through me as I saw her little-girl 
face contort to give vent to such grownup passions.

Sylvia and Benita were flat on their backs at either 
side of me like town hall lions, masturbating to beat 
the band, their little fingers rubbing in tight circles 
about their clitorises. Hips shaking, mouths open, eyes 
glassy, their groans set the other girls into motion as 
well till the space we were in smelled of concentrated 
cunt.

I fucked on. Taking it easy, reasoning that the longer 
it lasted, the more I would get out of it. And watching 
the other girls get their rocks off, which inspired me 
as well. I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply and 
savoring the sensation of sending my cock rushing up 
her tight wet cunt, tight and new, her hymen already a 
memory but new enough to be squeaky.

Candles and coke bottles appeared from nowhere, one 
girl even produced a professional dildo, and the girls 
spread out over the neighboring beds to do themselves 
in. My head started spinning. There they were, ten-
year-old girls manipulating the candle as well as they 
ever would, their pink cunts shining in the light, 
fluids running where no fluid had been, the candles 
sloughing in and out with faint slurping noises, the 
smell of young cunt thickening by the second.

Gloria was crying out, her slender body convulsing as 
her first climax burst upon her like a private thunder 
storm. I felt well-pleased. Now that she'd had it, I 
could comfortably move ahead and have mine.

I tightened my grip and sent my cock reaming up her 
cunt, ignoring the sudden stiffening and the small cry 
of pain. Bashing it in, my belly slapping against the 
tense pink cheeks, battering her box with my balls, my 
senses folding one by one. Careless of everything, I 
just focused on her cunt, and what my prick could do 
with it, a pinpoint of sanity.

She must have felt how my mood was changing, because 
she tried to escape. I gripped her little ass like it 
was a subway strap and swung my hips in with some whip 
to send my cock roaring into her nervously contracting 
cunt. She cried out in protest. I left my knob stuck in 
the bottom of her cunt and began a staccato beat with 
my pubic bone grinding into her asshole, hard and fast 
like a man gone berserk.

Which is what I was. The combination of the whole day, 
its frustrations, temptations, the sights and sounds, 
the opportunities lost and gained, the masturbating 
chorus about me and the polished soft skin of this kid 
in front of me, all of it added up to an explosive 
chemical, which had ignited.

I didn't care about anything anymore, only my own 
satisfaction. None of this playing and watching, always 
careful to keep the woman up there with you. None of 
that. I fucked her like she was a piece of liver, or a 
knothole!

Everything speeded up and intensified. I felt my mind 
bend under the strain, then snap. A rattling rhythm of 
a pneumatic fuck, then a gushing explosion of hot sperm 
and a dull, empty feeling which sent me tumbling in a 
loose heap all over Gloria.

All I heard was my own rasping breathing. The blood 
boiled in my ears. Sweat poured out of every pore. It 
took a long time to settle down. And when I did, it was 
only to see all the girls sitting primly on the nearby 
beds.

"What's the matter with you girls?" I said feebly, 
getting up off Gloria who was complaining about getting 
crushed. "Haven't you ever seen anyone fucking before?"

They ignored my silly question. I sat up and surveyed 
each of them. Their faces were hostile, as if they 
wanted to do me in. Gloria struggled up and walked over 
to the other side of the cabin, rubbing her sore cunt 
and crying softly.

"Enough of this nonsense," I said sharply, "Benita, get 
over here and suck me off, look at my poor prick, all 
greasy and limp-- come over here and get down on it."

She came, dragging her feet, looking for assistance 
among her friends. But they, in turn looked over at the 
girl I had hit, and changed their minds. Benita bent 
her plump body over and gingerly took my prick in her 
mouth. I picked her up and laid her down between my 
legs so she could concentrate better.

"Now you and you, get on the foot-end of my bed and 
give me a show," I ordered. No one responded. "Goddamn 
it! You want me to get nasty or something? Don't 
forget, I've got nothing to lose anymore!"

The girls I had indicated came forward and sat on my 
bed, their legs crossed, hands in front of their cunts 
so I couldn't see them.

"Kiss each other," I said. They looked at me, daggers 
in their eyes, but I knew I'd chosen accurately. These 
girls had something going. I could tell by the way the 
audience giggled.

The older one resolutely turned her head towards the 
other, and pressed her lips hastily against hers. Then 
she looked back at me, appeal on her face, but I told 
her to do it again-- properly!

She kissed her friend harder, but it still wasn't good 
enough. On the third try her reluctance gave way to 
resignation. They kissed for a long time, slowly 
becoming absorbed in the act of osculation till they 
almost managed to forget about me. But I interrupted 
with malicious timing:

"Now fuck," I said, and my voice was loud with power, 
"fuck till you drop, and make it real."

They glared at me again, and the audience muttered 
restlessly. I brandished my fist, and they got down to 
it. The older girl lay on her back so that her head 
rested against the foot-end of the bed and her cunt 
faced me. Her friend got on top of her, and with rising 
pleasure I watched as the two young cunts met and 
flexed to instill passion in each other.

As before, at first they didn't want to, but when the 
river gets flowing it doesn't stop till it reaches the 
sea. So they were caught up in their own buzzing 
feelings, and their fucking became so real it helped 
the audience to forget its hostility for the moment to 
once more join in with the band.

What pure pleasure to have wrought this scene! I sat 
with my back against the wall, watching the asses bob 
in front of me and the cunt folds stretch and contract, 
as the pink holes began to gleam and flood. Around me, 
oily fingers slurped up tender cunts, and I could feel 
it all.

All my sensory nerves thrilled in tune with the 
sensations they felt. I knew what it felt like, those 
hot and smooth cunt passages wet with nectar and 
pulsing with passion. Those yielding little contours 
inside the cunt were as familiar to me as the palm of 
my hand, though a lot more exciting.

Girls fell back on the beds, helping each other jam the 
candles up higher, crying out, while the twosome in 
front of me fucked themselves into oblivion. I moved 
forward and rested my head inches away from the 
undulating flesh, my cheeks brushing against the wet 
thighs, just to see the cunt lips tug and be tugged.

I motioned for Sylvia to lie on top of me, her belly on 
my back and her naked little crotch pressing into my 
ass. She felt good, giving my spine a little pleasure 
while her flesh and mine met in passionate discourse. 
My tongue reached out till the tip slid along the two 
bouncing boxes, tasting of their free-flowing dew as my 
ear caught the fine nuances of their wet sounds.

Sylvia rubbed her long, thin body all over mine, moving 
forward, pressing her cunt down against my skin, and 
then moving back to get that friction she needed. Her 
arms were around my chest and she wriggled harder and 
harder, hooking the top of her slit into me and 
bringing herself undone in a chain of sighs and groans 
and mad contortions.

While she rested, I nuzzled deeper into the conjoined 
cunts, and they pressed closer into my mouth. My teeth 
nibbled at a clitoris here, my tongue sank into a wet 
hole there, or I just sucked greedily at the rivulets 
of nectar streaking their anxious thighs.

Under me, my cock was getting harder than ever. I 
waited for a moment while Sylvia was peaking, then I 
rolled around and told her to suck me. She was on me in 
a flash, her wide mouth taking me inside and moving my 
head against the wild, wet tissue till my loins began 
to fuck her face. I stayed in that position for some 
time, fucking her cunt-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
---------

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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