While fictional in nature, this book has, besides entertainment, the purpose of acquainting the reader with manners of sexual activity at times practiced within contemporary society.
The Editor
FOREWORD
No man or woman is ever completely safe from his or her own secret desires. These are the things that his whole life has focused on, that have some sort of meaning after all other meanings are gone. And, good or bad, under the right circumstances any individual can give in to his desires.
This book is about the type of "warped" sexual hang-up that a single lady can become enmeshed in if the conditions are right. She may resist, as Mary does. She may seek alternatives, as Mary does. But it would seem that nothing can change her destiny.
The individual is the sum of his life's experience. The poison that is fed to him in the form of ridiculous and stupid and plainly false knowledge shapes him for what is to happen more than the events which eventually do take place.
There is a normal attraction of maturity for immaturity. The air of innocence displaces the threat of competition or failure. The teacher may teach - not do - because the threat of competition is too much to handle. And if the teaching is sexual, if the action is between young, lusty boys and physically mature women, is it so surprising?
As Mary discovers in this book, children are bursting with sexual sap, it is like a tree growing in Spring. The vigor and the desire are at their peak in adolescents. Coitus, fellatio, analism, group sex: all are normal manifestations of the natural sex desire of children. And when that desire is frustrated, the child is warped.
Mary, in this novel, is the result of a frustrated childhood. She had been conditioned against enjoying a full, satisfying sex life. The result is a fatal chink in her armor and she cannot resist the seductive pressures of the time and place portrayed in this story. But this is not to say that the children in this book represent normality. Abnormality begets further abnormality. Perhaps they are the other side of the see-saw. What the children are is counterpoint to what Mary is - or was. They attract and subdue each other. It is this way in life as well as in fiction.
This novel is not a suggestion that everyone - or even anyone - should begin to act out his or her sexual fantasies. It is, rather, an impeachment of a system that seems to offer nothing better to its many victims.
Sexual activity is natural and joyful. Sexually healthy people are more often mentally healthy than people who have sexual problems. Any psychiatric worker can prove this. Whole schools of practical psychology are based on the idea that the root of most psychological problems is a sexual problem.
There is no hard and fast answer. Sex is here - to stay. The only question to be answered is whether or not it will be a constructive or destructive tenure.
It is our hope that sexually candid novels about sexual problems will prove to be wholly and unquestionably constructive.
THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"Honestly, Mr. Phillips, I don't think that I would be the best choice as a counselor for the trip. I'm not much of a camper and frankly I dislike roughing it. Perhaps one of the other teachers ... " Mary stopped talking. It was apparent that she wasn't changing his mind a bit!
"I'm sorry to hear that, Miss Denning. In fact, I think that you should reconsider that." Jack Phillips's voice fitted him, it was harsh and rough. Mary stared at his bulky frame as he got up from behind his desk. She saw a once good-looking man gone to seed. His belly sagged and his florid complexion told of heavy drinking or high blood pressure, probably both!
He sat on the edge of his desk, close to where she sat. "You are a new teacher in our system, Miss Denning. You should seize every opportunity to show the folks around here that you're interested in their children." He smiled at her, but she could see the coldness in back of his eyes. "Also, it doesn't hurt to be known as cooperative when it comes time for my ... our office to renew your contract."
Mary heard the thinly veiled threat behind the superintendent's words and was angry! She wished she could lash out at this cheap, small-town politician. But this job had been too hard to find and she needed it! She swallowed her anger and forced herself to smile at him.
"Well, Mr. Phillips, suppose I give you a call later today, after I've ... reconsidered." The man grinned at her and nodded his head.
Mary looked at him again, waiting to see if he had more to say, when she realized why he was sitting where he was. Mr. Phillips was calmly staring down the front of her dress!
For a long moment she was frozen with embarrassment. Being pretty and blonde and the owner of a trim and lovely body she was often stared at like this, but she'd never gotten used to it. She could almost feel the man's bloodshot eyes crawling over her round breasts. She shivered slightly and tried to compose herself.
Her hand blindly felt on the floor for her purse as she made the unwilling muscles of her face form a smile. "Well, if there's nothing else, Mr. Phillips, I think I'd better be running along." She managed to find her purse and stood up.
When he stood up to show her to the door she noticed the protrusion in the front of his slacks. It was very plain that he had an erection! He knew she could see it but made no effort to hide his condition.
Mary stood for a moment before she realized that she was staring at the bulge in his pants. When she became aware of what she was doing, she hastily looked away and hurried to the door. She heard the amusement in his voice. "I'll be expecting to hear from you this afternoon then, and ... drop around anytime, Miss Denning. I like to get to know my teachers."
* * *
Mary sat on her borrowed sleeping bag and stared glumly around her. Well, that was all it took. The loose canvas of her small tent flopped and popped as a breeze caught it. The sound startled her and she looked at the tent, half expecting to see it falling on her! "Damn," she muttered aloud.
They had eaten a little while ago, but the food lay in her stomach like a lump of lead. Perhaps a little walk would help.
She grumbled again as she fumbled her way out of the tent and stood up. The mountain air was cool and pure, the cook fire had died down but she could still smell the odor of burning pine.
It was almost dark as she sauntered along the slope above the camp-ground. She could see some lamps already lit in the tents and heard laughter as some of the boys and girls still raced shouting through the trees.
For some reason, thinking about her meeting with Mr. Phillips had upset her and she felt a strange, fluttering sensation in her stomach. The man had no right to stare at her like that. Just because a woman had a nice body didn't mean that she was ... easy!
She stood for a long moment, looking out across the hills but her eyes weren't seeing the landscape. A small shudder passed through her as the memory of Mr. Phillips's hard organ came to her. She recalled her feelings as she stared at the large bulge under his fly and she could imagine how huge and frightening it would look out in the open!
"Stop it, stop it right now!" Hearing her own voice startled her and helped Mary control her wandering thoughts. She shook her head in despair. Why was she like this? She was a woman, almost twenty-eight and the thought of sex still frightened her! She felt a sadness as she thought of her few, fumbling attempts with men. Especially that one night when a man had finally managed to undress her and ... "
A quick flare of anger thrust the sadness aside and she clenched her small fists. She could hear the prim, cold voice of her mother in the back of her mind. Mary, I don't want to talk about things like that. It's dirty and nasty and nice girls don't think about ... sex! That wasn't fair! Her mother had been wrong. Mary knew that now, but she couldn't force those awful, early attitudes out of her mind! It just wasn't fair! She was healthy and had her hungers, her body demanded relief. But even on the rare occasions when the pressures drove her to solitary masturbation she couldn't enjoy it as much as she should. "Damn guilt, and damn you, mother!" Her voice was hard and angry.
Just thinking about sex made Mary uneasy. Thinking about Mr. Phillips' hard penis caused her to react; she felt her mons grow warm and an instant throbbing grew up in her hardening clitoris! The man disgusted her, but just the thought of him was making her wet!
Without realizing it, Mary's hand had crept down until it was pressing hard against the front of her jeans. The fingers alternately pressed in then retreated, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. It wasn't until she moaned aloud that she became fully aware of what she was doing!
Jerking her hand away she forced her trembling legs to walk; she suddenly felt very lonely and wanted to get back to camp. Being alone out in the woods wasn't good. It let her think and that was the last thing she wanted to do.
Mary was walking briskly down the path, she wasn't far from the first group of tents when she heard feminine laughter. She stopped walking and listened. There had been something strange about that laugh. It had sounded so intimate and low, the tone in the voice had called out to her, forcing her to wait. For a few moments everything was silent and she was almost ready to walk on when it came again! The throaty sound came to her followed by a rustling sound in a large stand of brush not far from the trail. She had noticed several of the boys and girls were overly friendly during the day, kissing and mooning at each other. She had said nothing, not wanting to be known as a "square," but this was something very different!
Mary stared undecided into the gloom under the trees. It was almost dark. In a few minutes the last glimmer of light would be gone and all the student campers should be back by their tents, that was the rule. She wondered if she should call out to whoever was in there and remind them. After all, she was one of the adults. It was her job!
As she stood there, deciding, another sound drifted over to her. Mary heard a deep sigh and the rustling sound grew louder. A trickle of electric excitement ran down her spine and her knees felt soft and buttery. Suddenly she wanted to see what was going on. She had to see it!
Moving as quietly as she could, she moved towards the dark outline of the bushes. The only sound she heard now was the excited thudding of her heart. It was so loud in her ears that she was afraid that they might be able to hear her coming towards them!
When she got to the bushes, she moved quietly along them until she saw an opening and slipped in. Ahead of her she could see the faint glow of a lantern. The light had been totally screened from the path by the bushes. She stepped up to a large bush and peered into a little clearing that was surrounded by brush. There was a blanket spread on the ground and two people lay on it!
Despite the chill of the night air, Mary felt herself grow warm as she watched the young couple laying close on the blanket. She couldn't see their faces but the boy's hand came to rest on the girl's thigh and began to touch and stroke its way up her thigh towards her shorts!
Mary knew that she should put a stop to this. It was the reason for her being here; she was supposed to prevent just this sort of thing! She knew what her duty was, but something seemed to hold her back. She couldn't move, she stood paralyzed as her eager eyes devoured what was happening in the clearing.
"Ahhhh Davey, your hand feels so nice." The girl's voice sounded muffled and soft. Her slim thighs parted a little and the boy's hand moved higher on the smooth flesh.
Mary thought she recognized the voice, but she wasn't sure. She trembled as the boy's hand reached the crotch of the girl's shorts and squeezed, cupping her sex in his palm. Mary jammed a knuckle between her teeth to keep from making a sound; it was almost as if the boy had grabbed her crotch.
The boy's fingers fumbled with the zipper at the side of the shorts and a slim, girl's hand came down to help him. As the zipper was pulled down Mary saw that the girl wore no underwear. Even in the dim lantern light it was obvious the girl was naked under the shorts!
They worked together and soon the crumpled shorts lay beside them on the blanket. The slender thighs parted wider and Mary felt warm and strange as she stared straight at the girl's sex! A light sprinkling of dark hairs covered the plump mound. The little lips were parted and she could see the orange-pink color of the inner lips. The faint light bathed the two on the blanket with a soft glow and even in that faint light Mary could see the drops of moisture glistening on the slim girl's labia.
"Hurry, Davy, I can't wait!" The boy's hand jerked forward and a finger slipped in between the wet little lips, making the girl's flat stomach jerk and her pretty thighs jerk. "Ohhhh that's nice!!"
The girl's hand moved down and Mary had to lean on the big bush for support as the youngster's practiced fingers undid the boy's fly and tugged his jeans aside. The boy wore no underwear either, and she trembled as she saw his thick organ jerk upright once it was free of restraint.
Davey? She tried to think of a boy on the trip whose name was Davey, but there were at least forty kids here and she didn't know all of them, especially the older ones. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden motion of the girl's hand. The slim fingers curled around the boy's thick shaft and began to stroke up and down, making the white column of his prick thicken and stand taller!
"Wow, that's groovy," an adolescent baritone announced and the finger in the girl's sex moved faster.
Mary saw that the boy was pushing the finger deep into the wiggling girl's slot, as his thumb rubbed gently back and forth over her little clitoris. Mary had to close her eyes for a moment as she felt her own clitoris begin to sting and swell again as she imagined that touch working on her.
This time she knew what she was doing. Her trembling fingers ripped at the buttons of her jeans and she had them open in no time. Her hand slipped under her thin panties and found her own swollen clitoris peeping out from between the fleshy lips of her sex. She touched the tip lightly and shivered, her finger worked down between the lips and covered itself with the sticky fluid that was oozing out of her and smeared it across the standing nub of flesh. Then she rolled the little stalk around and around with her finger as her blazing eyes tried to see every exciting thing that was happening on the blanket.
The girl's middle was flopping up and down and she was making soft little sounds as the boy teased and touched her into a state of readiness.
"Ohhh Baby," the girl called out. "Stop it! Let's get undressed. I can't wait any longer!" She pulled away from the boy's finger and sat up on the blanket. Mary's mouth fell open in amazement as she saw the pretty face of Debbie Forest! Debbie was the brightest and nicest girl in school!!! Debbie's long dark hair was tangled and her pretty cheeks were flushed with excitement as she tore at the buttons of her blouse then threw it aside. The girl wore no bra and Mary admired her perky little breasts as they bounced and jiggled each time she moved. The breasts were small but perfectly formed, the little nipples were hard and stood out like pink spikes as the girl ran her hands softly over them enjoying the feel of her hands on her flesh!
The boy sat up and drew his shirt over his head. Mary didn't know him at first, all she could see was a dark curly head and a broad pair of shoulders. When he turned his face towards her she was almost as shocked as she had been when she recognized the girl! He bent forward to pull his loose jeans from his legs and she saw that it was Dave Phillips, the only son of Jack Phillips! The prim voice in her head reminded her of fathers and sons but she ignored it. The boy had a poor reputation in school, but his father's position had always protected him, even in his worst troubles.
She watched as he got to his knees and smiled down at the girl. Debbie had slumped back down and smiled back up at him. Mary couldn't force her eyes away from the thick shaft that stood out in an arc from his belly. She could see the deep red tip and saw a drop of liquid trembling in the slit as he stared down at the naked girl.
Debbie was looking at his prick too. She had a strange smile on her face as her little hand reached up and gripped the hard organ. She ran her hand over the length of it. Her thumb smeared the drop of fluid over the taut skin of the knob. "Come on, Davey", the girl whispered and her slim thighs parted and raised, opening herself for him.
Mary's hand was rubbing rapidly down the front of her belly, her forefinger was hooked and the tip was rubbing directly across the nub of her clitoris. She watched the girl offer herself to the boy and was confused. How could Debbie? How could such a pretty, popular and well-behaved girl like Debbie do a thing like this? How could she be so wanton and eager to take that frightening shaft inside of her like that? Mary shut the prim thoughts in her head out and held her breath as she watched the pretty hand pulling at the boy's organ, pulling him down between Debbie's thighs!
Mary didn't breathe again until she saw the girl's fingers fit the fat tip of the prick between the lips of her vulva. The muscles in the boy's back flexed and Mary watched his buttocks clench as his hips moved slowly forward. Her mouth fell open and she breathed out in a silent sigh as she saw the head disappear and then inch after inch of the white prick follow it into Debbie's twat.
Her finger was worming in and out of her own wet sex as she watched the beautiful children copulate. She felt her thighs tremble and her knees shake and wished that she were laying down too!
Debbie's thighs rose up Dave's sides and rubbed softly against him as she rolled her trim little bottom, forcing her wet little pussy to swallow all of the burning penis! He had all of himself inside of her now. Mary could see his heavy looking testicles sway and bump up against the girl's upturned bottom each time that he thrust forward.
This was too much! Mary could feel her insides boiling and she had to clench her teeth to keep from screaming in frustration! It wasn't fair. Why did Debbie have this and she had nothing?
For a final instant Mary managed to think clearly and she knew that she had to leave, if she didn't, she would do something foolish and embarrass the children and make a fool of herself!
She gritted her teeth and forced herself away from the bush. Moving as quietly as she could, she staggered away from the clearing, away from the beautiful act that she couldn't join! It wasn't until she was back on the trail that she realized that she still had her hand thrust down inside her jeans! She flushed in the darkness and pulled it out. Her finger was wet and she hesitated a moment before she wiped it on her jeans. Her body was vibrating with unsatisfied need as she buttoned the front of her jeans.
She was so engrossed in adjusting her clothing that she didn't hear it at first, then the sound came again and she looked up and saw a dark, shadowy figure moving away from the bushes and towards her! She crouched down in the path and tried to keep from sight.
It couldn't be Dave moving through the darkness. She could still hear the soft sighs and the rustling sounds as he pounded himself into Debbie. If it wasn't Dave, who was it?
The shadowy runner didn't see her until he almost bumped into her as she waited. "Oh! ... I'm sorry, I didn't see you." She had reached out to catch his shoulder to keep from being knocked down. She held on to the shirt collar as she looked hard at the boy in front of her. She could feel his warm breath on her arm.
"Who is it?" She could only make out a sturdy figure standing in front of her, she knew it was a boy and a camper, but she couldn't see his face. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jim Russell, Ma'am. I was ... walking."
Mary was standing so close to him in the dark that she could feel the heat of his body, she could also sense the rapid beating of his heart. She stood like that for a moment before she understood; he had been watching, too. She could almost smell the animal excitement about him! She wished that there was more light, a quick peek at his groin would tell her if she was right. She kept her grip on his collar and fought for control of her mind and her body. The excitement was still boiling in her belly and she couldn't forget that the boy was male and something inside of her was calling out!!
"Do you know who I am?" Her voice sounded strange and unreal to her.
"Uh ... yes, ma'am, you're Miss Denning." She could feel him tremble and wondered if it was because he was frightened or if he was as excited as she was! She felt a sudden surge of bold courage and a wild impulse took control of her. She could hear the prim voice in her protest what she was going to do, but she ignored it!
"I don't think that you were just walking, Jim, were you?"
He made a little sound of protest but she noticed that he didn't try to pull away from her. She felt herself tremble but she refused to weaken and held onto the collar tighter than before!
"I think that you were standing over there watching Debbie and Davey. You were doing that, weren't you?" The instant the words hit him the boy stood terribly still. There wasn't a sound around them, even the buzz of the insects had stilled. Mary was aware of the strong beat of her heart as she waited to see what the boy would do in answer to her direct challenge.
She felt Jim move slightly and heard him clear his throat. She wished that she could tell what he was thinking. He cleared his throat again.
"I ... I didn't mean to watch, Miss Denning. I was coming down from the hill when I saw their light and I ... stopped." Mary felt herself shiver, but she still clung to the boy's collar as she tried to see his handsome young face.
"Do you think that that was a good thing to do? Should you have stopped and watched, Jim?" She wasn't ready for his response. She heard a soft laugh come from the boy and felt his fingers close over the hand that held him. His hand felt warm and strong and the feel of his flesh startled her almost as much as the laugh.
"I don't know if it was such a good thing, Miss Denning. Why don't you ask yourself? I saw you standing there too!"
Mary's eyes popped open in amazement and she tried to pull her hand away from his, but the boy held her easily. "I didn't watch ... I ... " Her words died in her throat. She knew that she couldn't lie, not when he'd seen her ... had he seen her when she ... ? "I think we'd better have a talk," she said in a low voice. "Come with me.
She pulled her hand away from him and started down the path. As they walked away she could hear a high-pitched moaning sound coming from the bushes and that sound knifed into her, making her body shake!!
As she neared her tent she suddenly began to think a little better. She looked around, making sure that no one was watching them. When she was sure that there was no one near, she stood by her tent and motioned him to enter first. She took a last look around, then followed him in.
It was dark in the little tent, but she could see the boy's outline as she fumbled in her pack-sack for a small flashlight that she had packed. Her fingers trembled as she snapped it on. It was really very small, but it managed to throw enough light for her to see the boy clearly. She saw a handsome face and close-cut brown hair and she realized that she had seen him around the school from time to time.
Jim gazed at her without speaking, she could see the excitement in his eyes and was distressed when she didn't see any worry either. He wasn't afraid of anything she might say or do!
"Jim ... I guess I have to admit that I was watching." She saw a small smile working at the corner of his lips. The boy's eyes on her were disconcerting and she lost track of what she planned to say to him. The boy nodded, his face suddenly sober and understanding.
"I ... I think that I know what you mean, Miss Denning; we'll just forget it. You won't mention it and neither will I, right?" Despite the relief that she felt, Mary was still tense. There was something more to be settled. She wasn't certain what it really was, but there was something else that had to be settled.
"Please understand, Jim ... it's embarrassing to talk about it. If you saw what I think you did ... well, you wouldn't mention it to any of the other boys, would you?" She was angry with herself as she felt the burning blush cover her face and suddenly realized how warm it was in the close little tent. The boy was startled at what she said and leaned forward earnestly, she could see he meant what he was saying.
"Oh no, Miss Denning, I'm not that sort of guy. I ... " As he talked his hand instinctively reached out and held hers. They both felt the warm charge as their flesh met. His voice faltered and he stopped all efforts to talk to her. Instead of pulling his hand away, it tightened slightly on hers and she felt him tremble.
Mary closed her eyes as a delicious chill ran up and down her spine. She made no effort to pull her hand away. It was different this time; she wasn't nearly as frightened and upset. Was it because this was just a boy and not a man? She opened her eyes and looked at him searchingly, then looked down at his hand on her wrist. As she stared at it, the hand moved up her arm slightly. The fingers seemed to be testing her flesh. She felt her body respond to his touch by trembling and her soft vagina tried to tie itself in knots!
Her glance wavered away from his and she saw the front of his jeans begin to move. Another chill attacked her as she saw the outline of his penis begin to stiffen and push out against the fabric as it struggled to stand erect.
She glanced back up and saw that the boy was no longer looking at her face, but was staring intently at the open vee of her blouse! This was wrong, it was immoral and terrible; he was just a child! She heard the prim voice in her mind recite all the things that were wrong and obscene about what she was thinking of, but the voice was no match for the need that she felt bubbling inside of her. She felt weak and unable to move, he was going to have to say something, she was too much of a coward to be the first to move!
Jim's handsome young face was intent as he spoke to her. "Miss Denning, I ... could we ... " His voice failed him again but his hand was moving steadily up her arm.
Mary felt the back of his hand brushing against the swell of her breast! The light touch was enough to make her nipple swell and stand hard under her bra!
Mary stared down at the hand and sighed softly to herself, she watched as her body swayed forward slightly and pressed the fullness of the breast against his hand! She could tell that he was looking at her in surprised hope, but she couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes.
The hardness of his hand felt so good against the soft, yielding mass of her breast that she wished that she hadn't worn a bra so that she could feel even more! The terrible loneliness welled up in her and she felt like crying! The terrible fear of being alone seeped into her and gave her a desperate sort of courage. She kept her eyes away from his as she reached up and deliberately placed his open palm against the full swell of her breast! She heard the boy gasp and felt the delicious sensation of pressure as his hand closed over the breast and squeezed it! Her mouth fell open and every thought she had about his being too young fell away in front of her yearning!
"Wow, Miss Denning, I ... " She couldn't bear to talk now, not yet! She put her finger over his mouth and shook her head. When she pulled her hand back, he remained silent. He looked so young and so handsome that a sudden tenderness welled up in her and she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips!
Jim was surprised and for a moment he didn't respond. Then she was thrilled when she felt his other arm circle her shoulders and pull her unresisting body towards him. The hand at her breast stayed where it was and squeezed even harder, sending sensations of pleasure all the way to her toes!
Mary was surprised when she felt the firm pressure of his tongue part, her lips and press against her teeth, seeking entry into her warm mouth. She hesitated a second, then let her jaw go slack and shuddered as she felt his probing tongue find the tip of her own and move about it in tiny circles. Boy or not, he knew how to kiss!!
She slipped her arm around him and hugged him as she responded to his ardent, tongue-teasing kiss. She felt her insides melt and when his hand dropped from her breast and pressed down against her belly, she only moved back slightly so that he would have more room.
When the firm fingers found the crotch of her jeans she moaned and couldn't stop the sharp thrust of her pelvis as it reached out to meet him. She was jamming more of herself against the hand! There was no fear or shame this time; all she felt was the bubbling desire that was making a terrible mess of her panties!
She started to pull back, trying to lie flat on the sleeping bag. She pulled him down with her, her thighs pulling apart so that he could press even harder at her mound. Her hand had a will of its own, it moved lightly over the front of his jeans until it found the swollen outline of his hard penis, then squeezed in on it.
"I ... I think that you'd better snap off that light," she murmured as her fingers tried to measure the length and width of the hardness that she was planning to have!
CHAPTER TWO
The light snapped off and left them both blind. The small tent magnified the sounds of their heavy breathing as they fumbled and bumped against each other. Piece by piece, they slipped out of their clothing until they were both naked. Mary's fingers slipped across his smooth boy-flesh until she found him. Her sensitive finger tips traced his organ from his hanging testicles to the swollen tip of the head. His flesh was smooth and silky, few hairs marred the flow of her fingers over him and that pleased her. She could feel the blood pulsing into the rod, making it thick and hard. She squeezed the prick in her fist and loved the groan of pleasure that earned her.
All the time she was playing with him, the boy's hands were running up and down her body. Fingers teased the soft points of her breasts into sharp little spears. Warm hands cupped and gently squeezed her sensitive tits making her sigh and squirm closer to his body. When the hand slid down her softly rounded belly and fingers shyly parted the curls of her mound, she felt the great bubble of tension explode inside of her! Suddenly she felt free and relaxed. When his searching finger tips found the parted lips of her labia and stroked against her labia she clutched harder at the firm prick!
Jim groaned and tried to crawl on top of Mary but she wasn't ready for that yet. His fingers worked up and down her soft split, smearing her thick lubricating juices everywhere, tearing long sighs and sobs out of her each time he bumped against her vibrating clitoris.
"Jim," she whispered, trying to keep her voice down. "Jim, have you ever ... been with a woman before?" She could feel the tension in him. He hesitated before he answered.
"No, a few times I almost did with a girl but ... no." Mary heard the embarrassment in his voice as he made his painful admission and she felt a sudden tenderness towards him. She ran her hand lightly up and down the stiff shaft, making the boy shudder and twist at her touch.
"Really? Never? Ohhh that's wonderful!" She made no effort to hide the pleasure she felt because some sexual wisdom told her that would help put him at ease.
Jim's finger had found the hard little knot of her clitoris. She reached down and showed him how to lightly brush against it. He learned quickly and soon had her shaking and moaning as her finger drove her higher and higher. Her hips began a slow, sensuous rolling movement as her bottom flopped up and down on the sleeping bag.
Her whisper gushed out of her soft lips as she tugged at him. "Ooooo, that's so nice Jim; now's the time, come here!!"
They were both trembling and shaking as he blindly scrambled in between her parting thighs. Mary shivered as she felt his weight and skin brushing against the quivering flesh of her inner thighs.
Mary felt the strong muscles of his back flex as he thrust blindly at her. She groaned as the stiff prod banged against her belly. She was amazed at the strength of her hands when she managed to quiet him. Her fingers slipped between them, found him and guided the dripping tip of his young cock between her swollen labia!
Once he felt the hard knob of his penis enter her wet sheath she lost all control; he ignored her hands pushing against him and thrust forward. Mary felt the broad head move up her near virgin vagina and bit her lip to keep from screaming at the delicious feeling of pain and pleasure blended into a strange and frightening whole!
"Huhgggh, OH!! Go slower, Jim," she pleaded to his deaf ears. "Please go slower, honey. I'm not used to all this!"
If the boy heard her he ignored her pleas. He groaned and thrust again, this time driving up inside of her until his testicles slapped against the soft cheeks of her bottom. They both groaned and hugged each other tighter.
Mary felt his strength as he lunged in and out of her and knew that she was helpless. As he rocked forward, the power of the thrust would lift her willing thighs until they flopped and jerked. His heavy body was pounding the breath out of her and she fought for every precious lungful of air she managed to get!
"Oh. God, it feels so good," the boy sobbed as he buried himself inside of her. She was raking up and down his sweating back with her fingernails as each lovely thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body.
"Oh ohhhhh," she moaned and wiggled the yielding flesh of her groin up against the thick base of the boy's lovely penis. "Harder, Jim," she whispered in his ear. "Harder, honey, do it to me!" Her voice rose to an almost wail as she wrapped her legs under his and strained up against him. She was so far gone that she didn't care who heard her!!
The grinding, filling feeling was having its effect on her. She'd been so nicely aroused before they even started that she was almost ready now. She could feel the pressure buildings up inside of her and the teasing, trembling sensation of her approaching orgasm was driving her totally mad!!
"Ohhh, Miss Denning," the boy whispered in her ear. "I'm going to do it, I ... can't help it ... I'm going to shooottt!!" She gasped and shuddered as the first gush of semen slammed out of his cock and bathed her vagina with its warmth. "Oggghhh," the boy groaned and shuddered as spurt after hot spurt of cum raced up from his virgin balls and filled her. The thick liquid bubbled up inside of her and made his plunging cock feel hot and oily.
The added warmth inside of her vagina tipped the scales and Mary uttered a short, barking moan as her own orgasm ripped through her and she felt as if she'd been blown out into space! She couldn't feel her body, only the deep rippling waves of pleasure. As her head spun, she clung under the thrusting, moaning boy as if she would drown in the wonderful sensation if she let go.
Slowly the spinning sensation stopped and she was suddenly uncomfortable under the weight of the boy. "Honey, you're too heavy." She'd only meant to tell him to rest his weight on his elbows but before she could get that far he jerked himself free and sat back on his heels. "Oooooo," she moaned as the still thick column pulled out and she was sorry she'd even said a word.
The little pain faded quickly and she stared up at the boy. Her eyes had become accustomed to the faint light and she could see the shy, pleased look on his face. A sudden feeling of tenderness and real gratitude surprised her and she sat up quickly and kissed him.
"Thank you, Jim," she murmured in his ear after the kiss. "Thank you. That was the nicest it's ever been for me." Before he could answer, she lay back down, pulling him with her.
They lay huddled together, there was no need for words. Simple kisses and touches told everything there was to say. She sighed happily as he stroked and kissed each warm breast in turn, leaving the cool wetness on the nipples. Her own hand moved slowly down his flat belly until she held his flaccid organ.
"You're all wet and messy," she whispered. Even as she said that she felt the warm dribble of cum seeping out of her and knew something would have to be done about it.
She sighed regretfully as she released her hold on him and reached back. She found her pack and fumbled in it until she found a small towel. She mopped herself up as well as she could, then began to tenderly wipe him clean. She took great care in wiping the softening shaft.
"Was it nice for you, Jim? Was it as good as you thought it would be?" She was surprised and a little embarrassed at her bold question. She'd never been this bold in her life! Her boldness was repaid when Jim hugged her to him convulsively. His arms felt warm and comfortable.
"Miss Denning, it was wonderful! It was twenty times better than anything I ever imagined!" She smiled in the darkness and ran her open palm down his smooth hip. She felt him shudder under her touch.
It's nice in the dark like this, she told herself, so private, so easy. She stroked his hairless body and enjoyed the feeling of flesh against flesh. A sudden realization came to her and she was amazed. Not once since they lay down together had she heard the prim voice of her conscience or felt the awful guilt, she'd been free and she felt wonderful!!
Jim's warm hand was back at her breast, and this time his kisses and squeezings didn't feel comforting at all! Each touch sent small sparks of excited pleasure down between her thighs until they ignited a new flame of need in her. Mary felt the new sensation growing inside of her and she shuddered at the thick, syrupy feeling of this new need. Her hand moved down from his hip until her fingers found the limp tube of his sex. She hugged him tight as she rolled the column between her fingers. After a few moments she felt the flaccid shaft give a little twitch and thought he was getting firmer! Suddenly she remembered a vulgar comment a teacher had made about teenaged boys and began to wonder if it could possibly be true!
"Jim?" Her voice was small and soft in his ear. "Jim, can you ... get hard again?" The boy didn't need to answer her with words. Her question triggered something inside of him and her soft strokings took on a new meaning!
Mary felt the sudden rush of blood and the shaft began to swell and grow firm against her warm palm! It was true! What that woman had said about young boys, it was true!
The boy's fingers slipped between her legs and she felt the pressure and she had a strange feeling of abandon as she threw her thighs wide so that his fingers could move in and out of her.
It only took a few strokes of the finger and she was totally aroused. She shuddered and jerked as she allowed the finger the total freedom of the wet tissues of her pussy!
Mary wasn't passive, for each thrilling stroke of the finger she repaid him with a quick stroke of her hand on his growing cock. She felt the drops of fluid seeping out of the tip of the organ and spread it over the entire taut tip. She could feel her own fluids flowing freely, wetting the boy's hand as he toyed and teased at her.
This time she didn't have to urge him on. She felt his hand brush hers away and he didn't say a word as he confidently crawled between her spraddled thighs. She lay passive as his strong hand parted the wet folds of her sex and fitted the head inside of her. All she could do was trail her arms over his broad shoulders as he thrust forward easily, the walls of her vagina were slick and slippery. A deep sigh eased out of both of them as the thick organ seated itself deep inside of her. Her fingers tightened around his neck and a long, shuddering moan slipped out of her as she felt him begin to move and fill her!
* * *
The canvas tent whipped and popped again and the sound woke her. She rolled over and stared in the direction of the noise. For a terrible moment she didn't know where she was and the strange feeling of being closed in by the tent frightened her. Her heart was beating hard as she sat up and rubbed her face, as she did so she realized that she was naked! The feeling of her hand brushing across her soft breast brought it all back to her and a slow horror passed over her as she realized exactly what she had done with the boy!!
The full enormity of it flooded in on Mary as she could feel the blood draining from her face! How could she? Every thought, every ideal that she had ever held was offended by her obscene conduct with the boy! As she groped around in the darkness seeking her clothing, she could feel a tired soreness between her thighs and that caused a new wave of shame to pass through her. Was she so much of a slut that she would stoop to using children to ease the tensions she felt?
She found her underwear and managed to struggle into her bra and pull up her panties. As her hands drew the thin material over her swelling hips, she felt a small, sensuous thrill run through her and the sensation caused the little bud of her clitoris to stir and tingle.
"Damn!" She jerked her hands away from her body. How did it happen? Why tonight, why with that boy? She had been under this pressure for so long, why did she allow herself to stumble now?
As she lay back in the sleeping bag and tried to compose herself for sleep, she was bothered and humiliated by the persistent tickling sensation between her soft thighs. She was also aware that her body was radiating a feeling of relaxation and satisfaction. Her mind may have been upset, but her body was unrepentant and felt no shame in the lovely sensations it had received!
She managed to doze fitfully through the rest of the night. Nothing was resolved in her mind, nothing answered, and her little passing dreams of naked boys and spouting pricks did nothing for her composure. Twice Mary awoke to find her finger worrying at her buzzing clit!
* * *
The happy shouts of the early risers and the clanging of the pots and pans at the cook fire woke her and she scrambled into her clothing.
As she emerged from her tent she looked guiltily around, but no one gave her any indication that they had heard her sighs and moans of pleasure the night before. If they had heard, they proved their good manners and consideration by not mentioning it!
Mary was aware of the good feeling inside of herself as she walked down to the little washing enclosure set aside for the girls. She tried to feel guilty and ashamed of what she had done, but the deep feeling of well being refused to go along with her!
She forced herself to smile and reply to the greetings of several of the girls as she entered the shielded area, but she really didn't notice any of them until she found herself standing beside Debbie Forest!! Mary couldn't stop staring at the girl. As she watched, Debbie casually washed her naked body in water that had been warmed over the fire. Mary was especially disturbed as the girl ran a soapy washcloth between her thighs and washed herself there!
Debbie noticed the teacher's intent stare and after a moment's hesitation flashed her a sunny smile. "Good morning, Miss Denning. It's really a lovely day, isn't it?" For a moment, Mary didn't know what to say. She had been staring so intently that having to talk to the girl shocked her. She saw the calm, clean smile on the girl's face and found it hard to equate it with the lusty, direct girl she had watched on that blanket last night. There should have been some sort of a mark, something in Debbie's eyes that told everyone what she had done, but the blonde teacher saw nothing!
"Uh ... good morning, Debbie ... yes ... it's a wonderful day ... did you rest well last night?" Mary felt a little prickle of shame at herself as she asked the girl that loaded question.
Was there a special light in Debbie's eyes as she answered. "Oh, yes. I guess it's the high mountain air, but I slept like a rock!"
Mary stood looking at the pretty girl as she finished washing and dried herself. Debbie was unconcerned as she pulled her clothing up over her beautiful body. She seemed to take special care in fitting her brief panties at the crotch and even more care in adjusting the bra that harnessed her firm, upstanding breasts. When Debbie was satisfied that she was just right, she casually left the enclosure.
Mary stared after her for a few moments then abruptly shook herself and began to wash. She was careful to wait until she was alone before she slipped out of her jeans and her panties and washed between her thighs. The warm water was soothing on the tender lips of her vulva. Looking down, she saw the dried semen on the insides of her thighs and on the lush blond pubic growth! She scowled and scrubbed at the offending marks, half-expecting them to defy her and remain on her flesh as a brand, something to tell anyone who saw her what sort of a vile woman she really was!
At breakfast she was doing well until she looked up to see Jim Russell standing across the bench from her! Their glances crossed and held. Mary felt a rising blush cover her cheeks and a stirring deep inside of her.
The boy kept his head and she was relieved that he only smiled at her and moved down the line to sit with some other campers. She closed .her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath of relief. She was going to have to talk to the boy. She was afraid to do it, but she had to speak with him and assure herself that he would keep quiet about ... the accident!
Mary tried to concentrate on her food, but when she relaxed she found her hot eyes searching down the long table, seeking Jim's strong, young body! Each time she caught herself and forced her eyes back to her plate, she felt the growing vibrations of excitement in her body and was distressed to note that it wasn't an unpleasant sensation at all!
Mary gave up trying to force the dry and tasteless food past her lips and walked away from the eating area. She was struggling against the growing feeling of arousal. She fought for self control but each step she took told her of the warm, excited feeling of anticipation that was bubbling inside of her. Last night had been too good. It had freed her from that tight, tense feeling of frustration that had been gnawing away at her all these years!
For a moment she paused by her tent and watched several of the boys and girls readying themselves for the scheduled nature hike. She wished she had some duties, but she'd been added to the group too late and her only job was Camp Monitor, a polite form of saying she was just supposed to hang around until someone on the regular staff needed her!
Mary tried ignoring the warm glow that was building up between her thighs, but she could feel the dampness between the lips and decided to move; anything was better than just standing here!
As she walked slowly towards the edge of the camp, she saw Jim looking after her! Her heart beat faster and she paused for a moment and gazed back at him, to make sure he really was watching her. She was acting like a bitch in heat and she knew it, but she couldn't help herself, she couldn't keep her hungry thoughts off of the boy.
Once Mary was sure that he was watching, she stepped out of sight down the trail. In moments, she found herself well away from the noisy bustle of the camp. She heard the soft sighing of the wind in the trees and felt as if she were alone in the world! Her brisk pace slowed and finally stopped altogether. She shook her head then turned to look back up the trail. She tried to ignore the prim voice in her head as her eager eyes searched for Jim. He would follow her, she was sure he would!
After a few tense moments of waiting, she began to have doubts. Was he going to follow her? Her mind reminded her of the delight he'd given her during the dark night and her knees felt weak. She was still clinging to the fantasy that all she wanted to do was talk to the boy. But the growing wetness between her thighs was calling her a liar!
There was the, sounds of footsteps thudding dully on the thick carpet of pine needles and the heavy thudding was echoed by her heartbeat! Then she saw him. His eyes were searching from side to side, as if he thought she might be hiding in the brush alongside the trail!
When he found her sitting on the stump of any old tree, the tight, worried look on his face faded and he smiled.
"I wasn't certain you would wait for me," he said simply. He stood close to her, but Mary was relieved that he hadn't made any attempt to touch her! She tried to compose herself. She had to put an end to this right now! She knew she had to do it, no matter how sweet it was!
"Uh ... Jim, I was waiting for you." She realized her mistake the moment she saw his face light up. He moved closer to her. His knee brushed against hers. "No! ... Please, you don't understand. I just want to talk to you ... It's very important ... do you know someplace where we won't be overheard?"
Jim stopped moving towards her the moment she asked him to, now he stood looking down at her, his puzzlement was plain to see. At last he nodded and motioned for her to follow him.
Without a word he led her away from the path and up through the trees until they were standing on a grassy ledge. The ledge was sheltered from the trail by the undergrowth; a perfect private place.
Jim sat easily on the thick grass and looked at her, waiting. After a few awkward moments of silence, Mary sat on the grass as well. Taking care not to sit close to him, she could still feel the hungry excitement inside of herself.
"Jim? I ... don't know how to explain what happened between us last night. I know that I was ... upset. But you see, there's no excuse for ... what we did, at least no excuse for me!" She paused nervously as she searched the boy's face, looking for some response where there was none!
"Can you understand me? I'm trying to tell you what happened between us last night was a mistake and we have to make certain that it never happens again. You can see how dangerous it would be for me, can't you?"
She'd been looking down at her twisting fingers as she spoke, but when he didn't answer her she looked up. Jim wasn't listening to her, she found his clear gaze fastened to her body. She watched helplessly as his eyes moved slowly from her swelling breasts down her belly to the plump mound of her sex as it pressed out clearly against the tight crotch of her jeans! Her resolve faltered and she felt the slow building of the excitement inside of herself!
"Please, Jim, pay attention to me and ... don't stare at me like that, it's very rude and upsetting!!" She could hear the quavering tones of her voice and knew the boy would disregard her words. She was frantically trying to think of something that would reach him when he spoke for the first time since they left the trail. The sudden sound of his voice startled her!
"Miss Denning, what happened last night was no mistake and we both know it!"
Mary saw a stubborn look on the boy's face and her spirits fell. "It was the greatest thing that ever happened to me and from what I saw, you seemed to be having a pretty good time too!!"
Mary flushed when she understood his implication and thought of how she had sobbed and moaned under his strong young body! He was right and she couldn't deny it. She had enjoyed what they'd done! He went on, giving her no chance to think, no chance to come up with any excuses. His words stunned and whipped her down.
"I don't want to stop, Miss Denning, and I'm not going to! I'm crazy about you. This morning I could hardly eat. It was so wild when I saw you sitting there! I've been watching you all year and dreaming about you." All the time he spoke, the boy was inching closer to her. Mary watched him coming closer, heard the rustle of his clothing in the tall grass, but she couldn't bring herself to move to escape him!
"I need you, Miss Denning. I've been going crazy for the past few months. I've tried with some of the girls I know, but it just didn't work out. I got the feeling that you were ... kind of feeling the same way. Why can't we keep on going? Why can't we help each other?"
Mary was stunned. How had he been able to put his finger directly on the truth?
She tried to look him in the eye, she wanted to deny what he said, but the sudden heat of his gaze melted the lies on her tongue and she had to look away. He was so close to her that she was sure that she could feel the magnetic current bursting out from him, making her flesh tingle!
Jim was on his knees beside her when Mary felt his hand touch her shoulder. Her wavering eyes came to rest on the full crotch of the boy's jeans. She was aware of the thick swelling there even before she actually saw it. She suddenly realized that she'd never seen the boy naked! Last night, in her little tent it had been so dark that neither of them had been able to see.
When Mary realized what she was thinking, and realized that her fingers were almost aching to unbutton him so that she could finally see the hard invader, she tried to pull away and get to her feet. Jim's hand still rested lightly on her shoulder. He wasn't holding her but the simple touch was pinning her where she was as if the hand weighed a thousand pounds!
"But, Jim," she whispered, "can't you see how wrong it is? I'm a woman and you're a child! If anyone ever found out I'd lose my job, my reputation. I'd lose everything!!" Even as she was trying to reason with him, Mary felt herself weakening. Her hand thrust out in an effort to push him away. The push failed, but her hand stayed against his muscular thigh. Her fingers felt the heat of his body and the animal warmth of him flowed through her arm and warmed her.
The hand on her shoulder moved deliberately and she watched helplessly as the fingers calmly undid the buttons of her blouse! When the blouse hung open, he used both hands to pull it down her unresisting arms.
Mary heard the voice of her mother raised in shrill protest, but the warm caress of his fingers held her motionless. The fingers fumbled at the hooks of her bra and she had one last moment to protest. Her tongue felt swollen and stiff and nothing came out of her mouth but a sigh.
The bra gave and she felt the sudden weight of her breasts as they tumbled free of the restraint. She closed her eyes as she felt the loose bra being drawn down her arms. There was a moment as he threw the cloth aside, then she moaned deep in her throat as hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them hard!
She sat passive as the hands roamed across her tender flesh, she shuddered and sighed as thumbs pressed in on her hard and tight nipples! She couldn't stand the darkness and her eyes popped open and watched avidly as his fingers toyed and teased her full breasts until they were hot and firm with passion!
Jim inched a little closer and Mary felt his hard organ press against her shoulder. Little ripples of excitement passed through her and she was only faintly surprised to look down and find her own fingers working at the tight buttons of her jeans!
Jim didn't speak as he gently pressed his teacher back in the grass. His fingers hooked the loose waist of the jeans and her filmy panties and slowly drew them down her thighs.
Mary felt shameless and lewd as she raised her hips and helped the boy strip her naked! When her jeans and panties were thrown aside and her boots and socks were drawn off, she lay spread before him. Mary felt a strange chill vibrate in her vagina as she watched his eager eyes move slowly over her ripe woman's body. No one had ever seen her like this before, not even that one horrible night at college when the boy had ...! She felt a deep, secret pride as she watched his excitement grow. She couldn't keep her eyes away from the straining bulge at his groin!
When Jim snorted and began to pull at the buttons of his own shirt, all of her reserve fell away and she found herself eagerly tugging at his belt, her fingers brushing against the long, straining bulge!
The jeans, the shoes and the shirt were gone as he knelt beside her in his shorts. He stopped for a second, a sudden attack of shyness hit him and he made no effort to pull his shorts down so that she could see.
Mary whimpered with frustration and a desperate courage came to her. She hid her face from him and jerked the shorts down to his knees!! Her resolve wavered again and she stared hard at the swollen organ that hung before her eyes. She'd never really been able to look at a penis this close and she was fascinated by the thick ivory shaft, by the swollen and heavy looking testicles, but most of all by the taut flesh of the thick, dark head of his cock!!
They posed like that for a few seconds. To Mary it seemed like a thousand years, then her hand lifted and she stared avidly as her fingers fitted themselves around the thick tube of his stem and slowly moved up and down. She felt a warm gush as her own juices instantly wet her vulva. Jim was bending towards her, letting her small hand draw him down on her. She felt the boy tremble as he slipped between her splayed thighs. His hands stroked up her thighs until they were almost at the blonde tangle of her pubic hair.
"You won't tell anyone, will you, darling?" she whispered and murmured as she stroked the pulsating organ. "You won't tell on me, will you?"
Jim didn't answer her and Mary felt a sudden chill of premonition. But before she could demand an answer a blunt finger parted her damp curls and stroked up against her swollen clitoris!
Her back arched off of the ground. "Ohhhhggg," she moaned and forgot whatever it was that was bothering her!!
CHAPTER THREE
When Mary stumbled back into camp, she stared fearfully around her. Could anyone see how disheveled and mussy she looked? Each time she moved she was reminded of the terrible thing she'd done! She felt the rough material of her jeans rub against the sore lips of her pussy and fought to keep the blush from her cheeks; she wasn't wearing her panties! Her soiled and sticky panties were laying back there on that ledge!
She stopped for a moment as she thought about Jim. He'd been so strong and excited as he thrust and slammed himself into her. She could still feel the quaking sensation in her belly as she remembered how he had shouted and jerked as he pumped burst after burst of cum into her writhing body! After he left her, Mary realized that she had nothing to wipe up with and had been forced to blot away the running globs of his sperm with her panties. When she was done, she had been so upset with herself that she couldn't bear to carry the evidence of her sin back with her and had left the filmy material laying beside the dent in the grass where the boy had taken her!
Mary realized how her thoughts were disturbing her and hurried to wash. She wanted to feel clean, to try and stop this horrible guilt. But the slow ooze of his semen gave her away.
The sun-heated water in the barrel felt good and Mary sighed as it soothed the ache between her tired thighs. She felt wonderful! A slow sleepy feeling of well being took her over and she was ashamed!
I should feel awful she scolded herself. Once was a mistake, but to go up there with him today was a filthy and immoral act!
She hurried away from the enclosure. Being alone bothered her. It gave her too much time to think, and she didn't want to do that!
Mary stopped near the center of the camp and stared about her. Several of the children were laying about in front of their tents. She realized that she must have missed lunch, but she wasn't concerned about food. She stared at the clean-cut kids and wondered what they would say or think if they knew what was happening around them?
There was only one thought that brought any comfort to her as she looked around the clearing; she knew that by this time tomorrow all the tents and the campers would be gone. The one hopeful thought was that this nightmare trip would be finished by tomorrow and they would all be headed home!
Mary smiled faintly as she was turning to leave, but a shout caught her attention. She turned back and saw Verna Peters striding across the clearing towards her. She watched as Verna's long, tan thighs took big strides. Verna was a teacher at her school, Mary knew her better than any of the others in camp. She rather liked Verna, they often ate lunch with each other during the school year. She was glad to see the older woman, but a serious look on her face made the blonde nervous.
"Mary? Hold up a minute, it's important!"
Mary waited for the larger woman to catch up, the look on Verna's face worried her. Verna caught up and took her by the arm. "Let's just walk over here, honey. I have something to tell you and it might be better if the kids didn't hear."
For a moment Mary felt a shudder of fear inside her. Did Verna know? The thought faded the instant the tall brunette began to speak. "Look, we just got word from the forest ranger that the creek road has been blocked by a landslide!"
Mary stared at Verna, the puzzlement clear on her pretty face.
"Don't you understand, Mary? The only road in here is the creek road! We won't be able to get the kids out tomorrow. We're going to be stuck out here for at least three more days!"
Mary stared dumbfounded at Verna. The only thing she'd be thinking of was three more days!! In three more days she'd be insane! Mary thought of three more days of trying to ignore Jim, of trying to deny her own feelings of need! She stared at Verna with stricken eyes.
The older teacher misunderstood the reasons for Mary's distress. "Don't worry, honey, we've got plenty of food. Enough for almost another week. I just told you so you can help spread the word." The dark-haired woman grinned and patted Mary's surprised bottom. "Cheer up, honey. Three days won't be the end of your life, you'll live through it no matter how dreary this all is!" Verna gave Mary a quick hug and trotted off, leaving a completely demoralized Mary behind.
As she was looking after Verna, Mary was bumped hard and she almost fell. She felt herself lose balance and started toppling over when she was caught by a pair of strong hands. Even as the hands were pulling her upright, she was aware that each hand had a firm grip on one of her breasts. She managed to look back over her shoulder and saw the smiling face of Davey Phillips!
Even when he had her back on her feet, the boy's hands lingered on her breasts for a few moments before they dropped away. "Gee, I'm sorry, Miss Denning. I wasn't looking where I was headed!" His apology and explanation didn't even begin to sound true. Even after his hands dropped away, Mary felt the excited swelling of her nipples and felt a blush of embarrassment across her skin.
"Well, sorry again, Miss Denning. Be seeing you." He flashed her another wide smile and moved around her. For another long moment Mary stood rooted to the spot, then she came to with a quick jerk. She had taken several quick steps before she was really certain where she was headed. Her feet were taking her towards the large tent it the other end of the clearing. The large tent was owned by principal John Anderson.
Mary began to feel hopeful. She'd come to know Mr. Anderson fairly well during her first term and she always felt he was a friendly and fair man. He'd never failed to treat her well before. He was a good man, he should be able to help.
She was only a few steps away from his tent when her steps began to falter. What was she going to tell the man? She certainly couldn't tell him that she was having an attack of semi-hysterical guilt because she was having intercourse with one of the kids!!
For a split second she almost turned away, but desperation drove her on. Tell him anything, just talk to him, she told herself angrily. She skidded to a stop and rapped sharply at the tent pole.
"Mr. Anderson? It's Miss Denning. I'd like to speak to you." She heard a muffled exclamation and a quick rustling in the tent. She stooped slightly as she entered.
It was dark inside the tent and it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. It wasn't until just that moment that she realized that Mr. Anderson wasn't alone in the tent! Now that she could see she found herself staring into Debbie Forest's wide-eyed gaze!! "OH ... I am sorry, Mr. Anderson, I didn't realize ... I mean I should have waited until ... " She couldn't finish either sentence. Her eyes saw how red and wet Debbie's lips were and she began to realize what she had stumbled in on! Words failed her completely as she watched the surprised girl unconsciously wipe her mouth with the back of her hand!
Several of Debbie's blouse buttons were undone and even in the darkened gloom of the tent Mary could see that the girl wore no bra! Her surprise turned into embarrassment and she started to back out of the tent. John Anderson's deep voice stopped her.
"No, don't go, Miss Denning. Debbie's about to leave. I ah ... was just telling her about the delay and asking her for help with some of the younger girls, in case they become upset about not going home tomorrow." He gave her a broad, professional smile, but she could see his tension behind it.
Taking her cue, Debbie quickly jumped up from the small camp cot and hurried out, leaving Mary and the man alone. She felt a little jangle of excitement as she stared at him. He certainly looked different in his heavy hiking clothes than he did in a suit and tie!
"Well, I'm glad you stopped by, Mary. Please, sit down." He remained seated behind a small folding desk as he pointed to the cot where Debbie had been sitting.
Mary sat down slowly. "I do apologize for bursting in like that, Mr. Anderson, I ... " He didn't let her finish.
"Oh, think nothing of it, Mary! I've been planning on talking to you anyway and, please, call me John. We may be forced into formality at school but out here Mr. Anderson sounds a little stuffy, don't you think?" Mary was impressed at how quickly he'd managed to regain his composure. She found herself mirroring his easy smile. The excited interest was still moving inside of her but she forced herself to relax and sit back a little.
Both of his hands were behind the desk and out of sight and she saw the furtive movements of his shoulders. He's closing his fly, she told herself and almost didn't hear the prim voice shouting, Stop it, stop this filthy behavior right now.
"All right ... John. I heard about the slide and I just had to talk to you about a little problem that I have." She felt foolish as she stumbled on with her lie. A small plan was forming in the back of her mind, "If we're going to stay a few more days I ... I think I'm going to need your help."
John's face suddenly took on a professional look of concern. He got up from behind his little desk and moved to sit beside her on the couch. Mary was suddenly aware of how large he was once he was close to her.
"What's the problem, dear?" he asked smoothly as he reached out and caught her hand in his. "If you were having troubles, you should have come straight to me." His strong fingers gave her hand a little squeeze. "Come on, tell John all about it."
Mary flushed and felt even more foolish as she scrambled to invent another lie. His holding her hand and sitting so close wasn't helping her concentration either. "Well ... it's nothing really ... I think that someone was trying to peek into my tent last night, one of the boys I suppose. It really ... bothered me a little and I was thinking that perhaps you could ask Verna Peters or Miss Dempsy if I could bunk in with them until we leave." She hated to lie, but she couldn't tell him the real reason why she didn't want to sleep alone!
Looking up, she saw his look of concern, but she could also see the amusement twinkling in his eyes.
He pretended to be thinking it over for a moment. "Oh, I see. Well, Mary, I don't think that would work. None of you have tents large enough for two to ... sleep comfortably, but I will tell you what I can do; I'll make it a point to be outside and watching your tent and all the others until everyone is asleep. That should take care of your ... night time admirer."
He stopped talking for a moment, his hand gently massaging Mary's. His voice went lower and became more intimate and personal. "Of course I'll make sure you aren't bothered again, Mary, but you really can't blame any of those boys for trying. I imagine you would be lovely in the nude." The bulk of his heavy shoulder brushed against her and that touch added to the uneasiness his words caused in her.
"Mr. Anderson! You have no right ... " His mocking smile stopped her indignant burst of words in mid-flight. Mary felt a blush on her cheeks and hated herself for being a foolish, juvenile bitch!
"I apologize, Mary," he said, laughing. "Really you shouldn't be so sensitive to my little jokes. Out here in the mountains we all feel a certain freedom. You should learn to relax a little more!"
She was able to watch him out of the corner of her eye and knew that he was looking down the front of her blouse. Suddenly she recalled Debbie and what the girl had apparently been doing before she burst in on them. She felt an uneasy movement deep inside of herself. Once she'd been shown a picture of a woman doing that; sucking on a man. A school friend had shown it to her and she'd felt sick and upset all day at the thought of doing a thing like that. But when she'd seen Debbie's wet lips she'd only felt a queer excitement!
She glanced sideways at the good looking man and wondered. She wasn't particularly surprised at him. There seemed to be strange, hungry vibrations running through the whole camp. That John Anderson had been caught up with Debbie didn't surprise her at all.
The pressure against her shoulder was more definite now and she could feel his growing excitement. She peeked down to his lap and felt her own pulse-rate speed up as she saw the thick outline pressing out against his hiking shorts.
"I suppose I should try and ... relax," she said quietly. She smiled faintly and pressed back against him. Her boldness shocked something inside of her and she heard the outraged gasp of her conscience. Whore! What do you want? How many pricks do you need before you're satisfied?
Mary was stung by her thoughts and she tried to stand, pulling against the hand that held her. But the principal's grip closed Ground her wrist and there was no way for her to pull free. The sudden strength of his grip took all the fight out of her and she felt herself trembling as she slumped back on the cot. She looked into his eyes and saw the sudden blaze of hunger there.
"Please," she said in a small voice, "please, you're holding me too tight." John Anderson ignored her words, but he did loosen the grip on her wrist. Instead of letting go of her, his hands moved swiftly up her arm until he had a firm grip on her soft upper arm. She winced slightly as the big man used the grip on her arm to pull her to him. She moved until she was leaning out, her whole upper torso was pressing against him, her soft breasts were being forced flat against the firm muscles of his chest. She knew she should resent this sort of treatment, but all she could feel was a curious melting sensation as she felt his warm breath against her cheek.
There was only one thing that could happen in this position and it did! She saw his face come closer, her eyes fluttered shut and she shivered slightly as his cool, firm lips covered hers. She felt her belly squirm and the warm blood flowed in between her close clenched thighs, forcing her labia to swell and part. She shuddered again as his strong tongue forced its way into her mouth.
John's free hand came up and cupped one of her full breasts. "Damn, you are stacked, girl," he muttered as the kiss ended. She couldn't answer him, the buzzing sensation of the kiss still held her breathless. His hand lifted and squeezed each breast, sending little pleasures running down her spine until they dripped into the spreading pool of desire in her wet vagina! She moaned through clenched teeth and pressed hard against him, her soft belly jerked and twisted as each new sensation hit her writhing body.
Fingers loosened her buttons, then slid behind her, making her arch her back. His fingers undid the clasp, her bra fell forward and the cool hand slipped up under her bra. Fingers slid across her smooth flesh and she gasped as her nipples grew hard under his expert touch.
She made feeble struggling movements in her attempt to free herself from his grip. That old fear was coming back, the freedom and self-confidence she'd felt with Jim was fading and was being replaced by a deep-seated, pulsing fear that grew with each touch of his hands! John held her tight and kissed her again. His broad, muscular tongue seemed to fill her mouth and she was helpless. She could almost taste his violent maleness, it went through her like a knife leaving her numb! Her muscles felt soft and powerless and that feeling of helplessness fed her unreasoning fears!
John's hand slipped down her front and easily pushed her soft thighs apart. His big hand cupped the whole of her groin and she couldn't help herself, she squealed! Her whole body recoiled and she felt her vagina grow hot as it surrendered. The growing wetness of her cunt was the beginning of the end for her; her stiff muscles collapsed and she lay limp and pliant in his arms.
John Anderson could sense her surrender and gripped her tighter. The smell and the feel of her defeat fanned the flames inside of him.
Reaching to one side, the man found a folded sleeping bag. Using one hand, he snapped it out and spread it between the cot and the desk.
"Come on, honey," he whispered in her ear as he easily lifted her. "Let's get down there where we'll have a bit of room." Strong hands lifted her, she felt like a rag-doll as he calmly placed her on her knees.
Mary whimpered as deft fingers stripped her loose blouse and bra away, she stared down to see the man's hands take a firm grip on each swollen, pointed teat and squeeze again!
"Aggghh, that hurts," she groaned as the sharp pains turned magically into waves of strange pleasure! She could feel the nearness of his hard body and was powerless to pull away. Her mind was still aware of the fear, but she couldn't force her muscles to respond!
One of his hands left a breast and slipped down and tore open the fly to her jeans. When she was undone, it only took a gentle push to topple her face down on the bag. She felt his hand tug the tight pants down her legs. Swiftly he unlaced her boots and tossed them aside. There was something so terrifying about being face down like this! She was blind as well as helpless!
There was a rustling sound and she knew he was undressing back there! She tried to roll over to talk to him, but a hand pressing in against the middle of her back pinned her where she was! She tried to protest, but her words were muffled and lost in the thick sleeping bag.
It only seemed like seconds before the rustling sounds stopped and his naked knees wedged in between hers. Before she could resist he had parted her thighs and was kneeling between them. Strong fingers dug into her, using her hipbones as hand grips, and lifted her shaking bottom up towards him. She felt the thick staff rubbing up and down between her firm buttocks and a nameless horror took her over!
"Please ... wh ... what are you doing to me?" She heard herself bleating like a sheep, she was ashamed of herself but she was too frightened to do anything else. "Please, don't ... Ohhh!"
She never finished pleading with him. At that moment, Mary felt herself lifted higher and the head of his fat organ slipped up until it plugged the dripping neck of her vagina! She moaned and tried to wiggle free from the thick tip, but all that did was help force it up into her tight channel. Each inch he gained forced a moan from her, each inch the thick head and heavy shoulders of the cock went forward reminded her that this was a man, not a boy, who was fucking her!!!
He'd pulled her up until her weight rested on her knees, but the upper half of her torso still lay face down on the bag. Her hard nipples were brushing back and forth against the rough material of the cover. She grunted as his hands forced her rounded hips into a slow, rolling movement. Each time her pelvis revolved she felt her throbbing clitoris rub across the hairy stalk of his prick. Each time it happened, it felt better, sending spasmodic jerks through her, forcing her whole body to contort and twist!
"Ohhh, God! What are you doing," she whimpered. The question was answered by a sharp bark of his laugh.
"Baby, I'm fucking the ass off of you, that's what I'm doing!"
She whimpered again and another powerful thrust sent the wedge of prick deeper, spreading and tearing at the clinging walls of her sheath.
"Ohhhh," he moaned, making sharp, rapid thrust at her unresisting body. "Ohhh, you are as tight as a virgin, baby. Aghh! You're so tight that it hurts!"
Mary's hips were twirling now. He only held on, she needed no more guidance. The little bursts of pleasure were coming faster and closer together and the sensations spurred her on and on. The tearing pain in her vagina was fading and being replaced by a sweet, full feeling that seemed to satisfy some secret woman's need inside of her!
"Oooo, Mr. Anderson," she crooned. "Oooo, I'm ... I'm cumming!!" She arched her back and slammed her shaking cheeks against his belly. She was impaling herself on the thick bar that filled her. "Aggiiiee!!"
Mary screamed thinly and writhed on the sleeping bag as her orgasm whipped and battered her nervous system! Each new wave of pleasure was fiercer and more destructive than the last! The swirling sensations tore at her and reduced her to animal groans and grunts, it had even stripped her of the ability to talk! She felt the heavy thug of his testicles against the soft, wet lips of her burning pussy and knew that she had all of him inside of her now. When the swollen tip rubbed against the hard neck of her womb it tore a deep animal scream from her!
Slowly the delicious spasms of her orgasm faded and she was even more aware of how large and long his organ was! He still gripped her by the hips as he fed the heavy stalk to her stretched opening. Each shattering stroke came faster and her head lifted in amazement as she felt her body go on responding! She could hear the prim voice of her conscience nagging at her, calling her filthy, degrading names. But each time his wet cock slid up inside of her it forced the voice further and further away until it was nothing but a vague murmur.
John's breathing was coming faster and harder. She could hear the rasping sound in his throat as he thrust and withdrew his lovely, punishing organ. "Ahhh, baby, it's so good," he grunted. One of his hands slipped up under her and a thick finger twiddled the sensitive nub of her clitoris, sending bursts of new passion through her veins. She hunched and thrust against him, waggled and rubbed her quivering cheeks around and over the slick pole of meat!
"Here it is, doll," he groaned. Mary felt the hard prick grow even harder and give a violent twitch in her sheath. John groaned loudly and thrust hard against her. The first gush of warm semen bathed her and oiled his steaming erection. He thrust again and again. The power of the blows drove her further forward until she was almost laying flat on the bag as he pounded at her from the rear.
The material of the sleeping bag had bunched up and was rubbing in against her vibrating clitoris. Mary's eyes popped open as the harsh scratching sensation lifted her over the edge and her second orgasm snarled and raged inside of her.
"It's never been like this," she chanted, "It's never been so wonderful!" She could hear her words but the bag muffled them and all that the man heard was her muffled gasps and moans. She unconsciously clamped down with the gripping muscles of her sheath as the spasms wracked her. The firm, clipping, nibbling sensation drew gasps and moans from the man as her wet pussy milked the last drops of his cum from his heavy balls!
John's weight was gone and Mary managed to roll over on her back. She lay limply, her thighs flopped wide as she stared at the man. She watched as he poured water from a canteen and wet a small hand towel. First he washed himself clean then tossed the damp towel to her.
Mary felt faintly embarrassed as she wiped at herself while he watched. The sense of intimacy was gone and they were near strangers again.
Once she was clean she handed him the towel. She wanted to dress and leave, but she was afraid to suggest that. Besides, she was so tired that she doubted she could get up, even if he let her try!
The big man gave her a smug smile and sat on the cot as he lit a cigarette, his long, flaccid penis hung down over the side of the cot and she stared at it, fascinated.
Even in its limber state, she could see how long and thick it was! The head was shrunken and a pale pink color. A single drop of his milky cum still hung from the tip and she found herself wondering what that drop would taste like!
Mary shuddered when she realized what she was thinking, but it was too late; she could imagine Debbie Forest bent over his hard organ sucking and mouthing it! She despised her filthy thoughts and her conscience was outraged, but she couldn't stop her mind from bringing up one obscene thought after another and she couldn't ignore the new tingle that was growing between her sore lips!!
It must have been the strange look on her face or the direction of her stare; whatever it was, it told the man what she was thinking! His evil grin shamed her, but she couldn't take her eyes off the limp prick hanging before her eyes!
His voice had a certain lewd laughter in it as he spoke to her. "You like him? He should be angry with you, you know. You interrupted his ... bath when you barged in like you did." She understood perfectly and tried to look away from the limp organ. If she didn't look at it she couldn't think about it. She tried, but Mr. Andersen simply pulled her chin around, forcing her to look at him again. "Poor Debbie. She almost choked when she heard you out there!" he said.
Mary was amazed at him; how could he calmly admit what he had been doing with the girl, with a student? Her thoughts were wiped away when the man reached down and pulled her up to her knees. He easily positioned her between his spread thighs. She felt her breasts rubbing against his limp penis and she knew what he'd demand of her next!
He grinned and put his cigarette out. He tilted her face upward and kissed her gently. His lips traced little lines of sensation across her face and neck. "Do you like to suck cock too, Mary?"
The blunt question took her breath away. She grew red in the face and tried to pull away, but he still held her chin. "I've been looking at those pretty red lips, baby, and I knew they'd feel so good wrapped around my pecker." He ignored her pained look. "Suck me a little, Mary."
The soft rumble of his voice in her ear was confusing; the words were vulgar and the idea was foul and perverted, but the combination made her quiver. His smooth voice droned on and turned her belly into mush!
"I ... I've never done anything like that, Mr. Anderson ... John. Please don't ask me to do that." Her voice was weak and uncertain and she knew he would hear the sound of defeat in it. He would know and she couldn't stop him if he wanted to ... !
"But, baby," he wheedled, "it's so nice and it would make me feel so good; suck me, honey!" The firm insistence in his voice frightened her. Then he calmly placed her hand on his limp penis. She felt the fear inside of her leap even higher. She realized that she was whipped. She couldn't refuse him anything!
The half-hard tube of flesh twisted between her fingers and she moaned deep in her throat as she felt it grow stiffer. It grew and turned inside the tight grip of her fist. She peeked down at the long cock and was fascinated to see the white staff come erect and watch as the thick veins popped out on the sides! Her fingers defied her command to pull away from the awful thing and were squeezing and pulling at it!
"That's the idea, baby, warm me up." As he spoke, she felt his hand pressing down at the back of her neck and she couldn't stop herself from sliding down his body until the swelling head brushed against her cheek. The drop of cum clung to her flesh and was being smeared on her by the growing motion of the growing tip.
His strong fingers massaged the back of her neck as he rubbed her face back and forth over his erection. She felt the pulpy head slip across her slack lips.
"Don't be shy, honey. Open your mouth. If you were telling me the truth, now's the best time to learn and I'm going to love teaching you." Mary heard the demand in his voice and tried to wiggle free of his tightening grip. "Don't honey, don't try to fight. OPEN YOUR MOUTH!"
Mary was shocked by the sharp order and couldn't stop her instant obedience. Her jaw was falling open before she could think and she moaned as his hips moved and thrust the swelling head of his cock against her tongue!
"Oh, John, don't. I'll be sick, I'll be ... alllluuulp!!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"See you later, honey. And ... thanks." Mary heard the amusement in his voice and pushed out past the flap!
She stood shivering there for a moment, taking deep breaths of the cool mountain air. The clean air seemed to help steady the tossing sensation in her stomach. She shivered again and turned away from the tent, not wanting to be seen just standing there!
As she walked along, she noticed that nothing seemed real to her! She knew she was moving because she could feel the faint jar of each footstep and see the camp around her going by, but she couldn't feel the rest of her body walking. She felt vague and detached.
The sun was going down and the wash area was deserted. She slipped in and sat on a crude bench. She could still taste the faint, yeasty flavor on her tongue and thought of rinsing out her mouth. She considered it for a moment, but was surprised and a little ashamed when she had to admit that she rather liked the taste!
It was better sitting here alone. Her head was going in circles, there was a jumbled blur of images, snatches of words and sound spinning around in there and she wanted to wait for a few moments until it stopped. She caught herself imitating Debbie's gesture as she wiped at her lips with the back of her hand!
Her lips felt swollen and puffy, she gently ran a finger around them and felt the strange warmth, as if she had been kissing for a long time. "I did it, he just told me to do it and I did it!" She moaned deep in her throat as she thought back. The shame of the admission stung her. "I did it. I actually took that man's large ... penis in my mouth!"
Just admitting to herself what she'd done made her feel strange. She couldn't stop her memory and the incident played and replayed across her unwilling mind's eye! She shivered as she remembered the thick head forcing past her lips and in against her tongue, the slow and steady pace he'd set for her as he taught her that filthy act!
She shook her head and tried to think of something else. But Mary's mind refused to be distracted. As she thought about it, she was unaware that her lips had fallen open and formed a perfect oval.
The thick head and the saliva-slick shaft had felt so strange moving in and out of her mouth. She had been ready to hate it and to be sick. Instead, she'd felt a definite charge of excitement. Her tongue moved slowly around the opening of her mouth as she thought about it.
Later, when he became excited, she had willingly sucked and licked at the moving prick! She hadn't even protested when he held her head by her ear and moved her mouth up and down on his penis. He was lifting and rolling his hips, pushing the fat thing in and out, using her mouth like a ... cunt! All she did was grunt and moan as she sucked harder at him!
The memory rolled on like a film and Mary was forced to relive each strange, bestial moment of the act. When he had groaned and twisted as he climaxed, she had clung to him. Her hand had pumped up and down the dripping shaft as she held him tight in her mouth, drinking down each heavy spurt of his cum!!
Mary shuddered and tried to feel abused and degraded, but all she could manage was a lazy feeling of contentment! The memory of the hard, slick cock in her mouth caused a steady, glowing warmth to spread through her body. She should be sick now. Why did she feel so wonderful?
As she walked to her tent she realized that the children had already finished supper. She didn't mind, she was much too excited to eat! She felt the change that had taken place in her today and was happy and frightened about it at the same time.
There was a new confidence in her stride. Marcy could feel the lift of her shapely breasts, and for once, she was proud of them and actually enjoyed the obvious stares of the few boys she passed! Her whole body tingled and it was wonderful to be alive!
She was still smiling to herself as she came near her tent. She wasn't certain why she felt so good, but she was willing to let it ride.
She felt the smile slip from her face as she saw Jim standing by her tent - with another boy! She tried to turn and walk away before he saw her. She'd only gone a few steps when she heard him call her name. She decided to pretend that she didn't hear him and began to walk faster. He called again and she didn't want him bellowing after her, letting the whole camp know about them! She stopped in her tracks, but didn't turn towards him. She heard his running footsteps come up behind her.
"Gee, Miss Denning, I called and called. What's the matter?"
She turned to him, ready to tell him just what she thought of his standing by her tent, advertising to the whole camp that he was coming to see her, then she saw the other boy was with them!
She peered over Jim's shoulder. It was getting darker and it took a few seconds before she could recognize the boy; he moved his head into a better light and she found herself staring at the familiar face of Jerry Millar!!
She'd had the boy in two of her classes during the past term. He was bright and aggressive. She looked around to see if anyone was watching. She'd always liked Jerry, but what was he doing here with Jim?
"What is it, Jim? Hello, Jerry, how are you?" The other boy was ill-at-ease and his nod of greeting was jerky and abrupt. Mary felt a strange, tight sensation of excitement flare up inside of her as she forced herself to go on.
"Well, boys, what can I do for you?"
Jim was the bold one, he smiled and spoke right out.
"Uh ... Jerry and I are old friends, Miss Denning. And we were thinking that maybe you would like to ... spend a little time with us tonight." He had started out bold, but by the time he finished the boldness had faded away and she saw the worry building up in the boy!
As she heard his not so subtle suggestion, a sudden shock of excitement raced down her body quickly followed by a wave of another emotion. Shame! She darted a quick look at Jerry and saw the unmistakable signs of excitement in his eyes. She was frozen for a moment. A thousand shrieking fears tore at her sanity and she wished the earth would open up and swallow her! Suddenly the confusion drained away and she began to act!
She tore her arm away from Jim's light grasp and hurried up the trail that led out of camp. The air was colder now that the sun was almost down. She shivered and hugged her bare arms as she trotted along. She heard a brief, muttered conversation, then heard the thud of Jim's footsteps coming along behind her. She made no effort to run away from him. She even slowed down so that he could catch up. But she didn't stop until they were over the little rise and out of sight from the camp. She whirled and whispered furiously at the crestfallen boy.
"You told him, Jim. I know you did! I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me! Don't you even try to deny that you told him. Just tell me why you did it?"
"I didn't mean to, Miss Denning. Honest! He's my tent-mate and he asked me where I was this morning and I guess I'm a pretty lousy liar. Anyway, it just sort of slipped out as I was trying to cover up!"
Mary could see his shamed look and the angry feeling in her slowly started to fade away.
"Jim, can't you see the terrible position you've put me in? What do you expect me to do? I know that boy, Jim! I've had him in class. I've met his mother and father! Do you really think that I could ... do what you want, with him?" The moment the question slipped out of her mouth, she knew she'd made a mistake! An impish thought answered her with a chilling why not? Jim echoed her thoughts.
"Why not, Miss Denning? By this time, I guess you realize that this sort of thing is pretty common here in camp. Jerry's a good guy, so why not with both of us?"
Mary heard the question and felt a new tingling sensation join the others in her belly. "D ... don't be silly," she exclaimed. "It's bad enough for me now. How could I do what you want?" Her voice rose and she looked around quickly to make sure that no one was listening.
"Well, we can't talk about it here, Miss Denning. Someone might come along ... let's go up to the ledge and we can talk it over there." She was about to protest, but he hurried on, not letting her interrupt
"Please, Miss Denning, you like ... doing it too. I know you do! Remember how we talked about it and I said that you and I were kind of alike?
Mary nodded slowly, she did remember. "Well, we are alike, Miss Denning. We both worry and get upset over little things! Let's put all that aside for a while and have some fun!" The eager persuasion in his voice held her for a moment and she felt herself weakening!
"Oh Jim ... it isn't that easy. We shouldn't even ... be doing what we are. But I'm so ... weak that I can't stop that. Jerry ... " Mary was having a hard time trying to talk. Jim had slipped up close to her and was gently lifting and squeezing her breasts! Her belly churned and her knees wobbled a little! His warm hands felt so good and when he slipped one hand under her blouse and touched the chilled flesh of her breasts she couldn't bring herself to protest!
There was a scraping sound near them and she looked up to find Jerry Millar watching as Jim fondled her breasts! Jerry had a blanket slung over his shoulder. Mary wanted to protest, to pull herself away from Jim. Only it was too late. Jerry had seen her standing passive as another boy touched her body and she knew that he wouldn't be content unless he could touch her as well! Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke. Jim turned her head and she allowed him to kiss her, grateful that she could close her eyes when he did.
When they started out, Jim walked close to her. He kept a protective arm around her waist as Jerry walked a few paces behind. When they came to the little path leading up to the ledge, Jim took the lead and Mary followed. She was aware of the other boy behind her and was ashamed of the eager, hungry thoughts that ran through her mind.
At the hard part, Jim turned and took her hand. She missed her footing in the dark and might have fallen if Jerry hadn't given her a boost up to the next level. The brief contact of his hands on her thighs and bottom thrilled her and all her doubts began to melt and fall away! She tried to imagine what it would be like with two of them at the same time, but gave it up. Just thinking about it made her thighs quiver and that made the climbing harder!
On the ledge, the tension became thicker. Jim and Jerry spread the blanket then stopped. Neither of them knew what to do next! Mary stood staring at the boys. The sun was down, but she could see the faint light of the moon and knew that it would soon be out and would bathe them in all of its light. She knew that someone would have to make the first move; suddenly she felt calm and knowing. Her smile came easily as she moved in closer.
"Jim, you go off for a little while, honey. Okay?" She saw the protest begin to build up in him and cut it off quickly. "Look, you are the one who wanted this. Now you just do what I say and go for a walk while I do it my way!" She felt the new strength in her voice and almost chuckled as she saw him wilt then nod as he turned away and walked out of the clearing. Mary turned her attention to Jerry Millar. She saw a tall, strong-looking boy. A shock of unruly blond hair framed his handsome face. It was strange, she had seen the boy every day for almost a year but she had never really been aware of him until this moment, aware of him as a male anyway! She threw him a shy smile and sat on the blanket. After a moment's hesitation, he sat down beside her.
The ring of trees and brush around the place gave the place a feeling of remoteness and privacy. It also shielded them from the breeze and she felt warmer and more comfortable sitting down. Her voice was steady and low when she finally spoke to him.
"This is all very ... new to me, Jerry. You'll have to forgive me if I act a little skittish sometimes." The boy only swallowed and looked uncomfortable. Damn! This wasn't going to be as easy as she thought!
She moved a little closer to him and touched his hand with one finger. She saw him tremble a little and smiled to herself. "You were watching when Jim was playing with my ... breasts, weren't you?" He looked startled, then nodded sheepishly. "Well? Was it exciting watching him touch me like that?"
His voice sounded strained as he answered. "Yes, ma'am. It was so exciting that I almost shot in my pants!" Even in the faint light she could see the sudden blush cover his face and wanted to laugh out loud at what he said, but she knew better than to do that. Besides the thought wasn't really funny!
"I'm glad that you didn't, Jerry. It would have been embarrassing for you." She inched a little closer and managed to brush his arm with the warm curve of her breast. They both jumped slightly as the electric shock of contact hit them. Mary bit her lip softly and felt the warm, wet feeling growing in her vulva. She got bolder and covered her hand with his. She enjoyed the feel of his warm skin and moved even closer to him, shamelessly pressing her breast against his arm!
"Don't be shy, Jerry," she purred at him, slowly moving her shoulder. That movement forced her firm breast to move in small circles against his bare arm. "You were in favor of this when you came up here, weren't you? What's the matter now?" She felt the string of impatience and her greed for the boy surprised her!
"It's just that it's all so strange, Miss Denning," the boy answered. His head was down and she couldn't see the expression on his face.
"It's sort of hard to think of you ... like this after seeing you all year in school. I ... I just don't know how to explain it."
She smiled and waited a moment until the quivering sensation between her thighs subsided. "In school, didn't you look at me and ... want to do things with me? Didn't you day dream about me then?"
"Oh, wow, Miss Denning! Of course I did. Sometimes I couldn't even read the page in front of me because I could smell your perfume, but I never really thought that I ... that we could ever ... " Mary sighed, she'd heard all she wanted to know. She moved up against the boy and pressed both breasts against his firm chest as she stopped his tongue with a warm and loving kiss!
Jerry trembled and jerked as he felt her warm lips cover his and, for one split second, Mary thought that he would bolt and run away from her! Jerry got hold of himself and she sighed as his strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her even tighter against his chest. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she was delighted to feel the expert movement of the tip against hers. Each tiny touch, each sliding caress exploded tiny showers of sparks in her mind and she found her fingers digging into his shirt!
All of Jerry's shyness had evaporated and she felt the heavy pulse of his desire in him. He gently pushed her back until she was sprawled out on the blanket, his mouth was still glued to hers as he ran his hand up her belly to the curve of her breasts. The warm pressure of his touch made her shiver and she eagerly helped him unbutton the blouse. His hand fumbled under her and she arched her back off the blanket until his fingers found the hooks of her bra and undid them!
Mary moaned and gurgled against the boy's firm tongue as she felt his fingers pinch and tweak at her nipples until they quivered firm and erect. His lips left hers and she felt him slip down and fasten his mouth around one of the throbbing little points.
"Oooo, Jerry, you do that so nicely. Yes, honey. Go on and suck it!" The strong suction worried at her plump breast as a hand cupped and squeezed the other. Each new thrill made Mary moan and forced her bottom into a new series of quick little wiggles. One thing was very apparent; this boy was no virgin! No matter how slow he was to start, she'd never have to lead him. She relaxed and enjoyed the idea of letting him lead!
When he lifted his head she could feel the wet little circles of her nipples and she covered his face with quick little kisses as a reward. He returned the kisses for a moment, then moved again. His hands were at the waist of her jeans. She rolled back flat on her back, making it easy for him to find and undo the buttons that kept her hot flesh from him.
She could feel the hot wash of his breath on her breasts and realized that she was breathing heavier too. The buttons were undone and she couldn't keep quiet as he pulled the loose pants down her wiggling thighs.
"Hurry, Jerry. Oh, please, honey, hurry and get them off ... I'll take off my boots. You get those damn clothes off of you!" She was no longer surprised or ashamed of her eager desires. They were in her and she knew it now, she might as well learn to enjoy them!
Before he sat back to work on his own things he bent forward and placed a warm and surprising kiss on her soft belly! She gasped and felt her whole body jerk in delighted response!
She bent forward and pulled at the stiff laces of her boots as she watched the boy stripping off his things.
She had her boots and socks off and lay back. She felt the vibrations of her deep passion as she waited for him to pull the jeans down from his body. She could see the white flesh gleam in the moonlight as his naked shoulders moved. He pulled the jeans down his thighs and all he wore were his briefs. Mary muttered in her throat as she stared at the bulge in the white garment, but when he moved to pull them down she stopped him with her hand. She was aware of the surprise in his expression as she rolled up to her knees.
"Let me, Jerry," she whispered to him. "Just lay back and let me take it out, please!" She could tell he was pleased and excited by her behavior and the knowledge pleased her. She smiled softly at him and ran her hand down his smooth chest. "Let me do it my way and in my own time." She shivered as she watched his excitement grow. Her hand moved slowly down the hard muscle of his belly. She could feel his rapid heartbeat and feel the small tremblings in his body.
When her fingers reached the wide band of her shorts she hesitated for a few seconds. She was teasing herself as much as she was Jerry! When she was satisfied, she pushed under the band and found the swollen head of his organ waiting! The boy's thighs jerked and his pelvis jerked up against her hand as her fingers curled around the hard shaft!
"Ahhhhhhhh, doesn't that feel good, honey," she whispered as she squeezed the thick rod. "You feel so hard and so hot, Jerry!" Her finger moved down the shaft and she realized how very long the boy's prick was! "Oooooo, it feels so big and long!" She heard her own voice quaver as her fingers measured him.
The boy quivered and it was plain that he couldn't simply lay passive like this. Mary was pleased as she felt her student's hand reach out and slip up her naked thigh. She smiled down at him as she quickly tugged at his shorts and pushed and pulled them down his legs. As she did that, his hand moved quickly up her leg until the fingers twined in the lush blonde mat of her hairs. A practiced finger parted the hairs and moved boldly against her moist tissues.
"Oggggghhhh, that feels so good!" There was a growl in her voice and she happily wiggled her pelvis against her prodding finger. "Touch me, Jerry," she demanded. "You know where. I can tell you know! Please, honey, touch my clitoris!" The finger obeyed her urgent demand and she squealed as he wet the little nub of her stalk and rolled it back and forth.
"Oh, oh yes, darling, that's just where I need it!" Her own hand gripped his long stalk and jerked up and down as fast as it could. She had to repay him, she had to tell him how much pleasure he was giving her!
His sighs and groans mingled with hers and she felt the gushing of her juices as they spread out and covered her labia and the jerking walls of her vagina with a thick coat of lubrication. She wanted him, she wanted to feel the long probe moving up towards her belly. Every cell in her body demanded that pleasure that she had refused herself for so long! Moral or not, she couldn't deny her needs any longer!!
Jerry was ready, too, she felt his finger leave her and both hands circled her small waist. He was trying to pull her on top of him. He wanted her to sit on him! The idea thrilled her and she whimpered as she scrambled astride his eager body.
She was sitting on his knees, staring down at the long prick that lay taut and quivering against his lean belly. She suddenly remembered the kiss on her stomach and leaned forward to repay him for that delicious caress. But, at the last moment, she was struck by a sudden, shaking impulse and she found herself eagerly kissing the thick knob of his cock!
Mary shivered as she did it. Where had the impulse come from? Had that one, shaking experience with John Anderson unleashed something in her? She heard the boy grunt with excitement and felt the silky head under her lips jerk and swell!
She avoided the hands that were trying to press her head down on his hard prick and sat back up. "Did you like that, Jerry? Did I do it right?" His low groan answered her and she couldn't wait any longer! His hands helped her as she wiggled forward and gripped the organ.
She sat up slightly and pushed the head of his penis between the waiting folds of her sex. This was so exciting, so strange; she'd never thought of being on top before and the idea appealed to her! She gasped as the thick tip wedged into the slick opening of her vagina. She hesitated for a moment, wanting to gradually ease the long organ into her. But she'd denied Jerry too long, had aroused him too well for him to wait! His hands locked about her hips and she felt the sudden pull of his muscles as she felt his pelvis lift off of the blanket. For a painful moment she felt her tissues resist his powerful prod. The slick lubrication helped her spread herself and the thick intruder began to move inside of her!
"Oooo!!" Her low moan rose to a near scream as the prick moved faster and slammed deep against her womb in one long, sliding motion!! "Oh, honey," she moaned. "I can feel you so deep inside of me, agggghhhgg!!"
A deep, instinctive urge took control of her body and she almost felt like a passenger as she saw her hips move in short, jerking motions before she willed them to. Each circular stroke seemed to force more of the long cock into her. She felt her bottom brushing against his rolling testicles and smiled as she knew that she had all of his impossibly long prick! His hands reached for her swaying breasts and she moaned as his fingers pulled at her stiff nipples, making her breasts feel swollen and heavy.
Using his grip on her nipples; he pulled her forward until he could suck at each tingling nipple in turn. Mary moaned and wiggled, the new position of her body was pressing the hard base of his organ against her throbbing clitoris. She wanted to talk to him, to tell him how good it was, but when she opened her mouth nothing came out but a deep, guttural babbling as she thrust and impaled herself on the boy's ivory prick. Her clit grew even harder under the heavy pressure!
She didn't know that Jim was back until she saw his feet moving beside her. She couldn't stop the animal movements of her sweating body and she craned her head to look up at him. She was just in time to see him pulling down his trousers. The white horn of his penis gleamed in the moonlight. She shivered with excitement as she watched his hand slowly stroke up and down the thick shaft. He was exciting himself while he watched her fuck his friend!
Mary couldn't tear her eyes away from the quivering erection even while she devoted her entire body to the pleasure and care of another prick, Jerry's rammer inside of her that was tying her into wonderful knots!
She reached up and brushed Jim's hand away from the quivering cock. "Don't do that, darling," she whispered. "Come on down here!" She used her grip on him to pull him down until he was kneeling beside her.
Her bottom was still flopping up and down, raising and lowering her frothing cunt on Jerry's slick pole. She could feel the soft globes of her buttocks quiver and slap as she sat down on the hard penis!
She ran her fingers up and down the thick shaft of Jim's organ. She could see the drops of his lube oozing out of the slit in the tip and she remembered her excitement when John Anderson had fed her his own thick knob! For a confusing moment, Mary heard the horrified protest of her conscience and could almost imagine how shocked and sickened her mother would be if she could see. Then she realized that she didn't care and almost wished her mother was present, so that she could see what she planned to do!
"Hold still, darling," she muttered as she lifted the vibrating rod towards her lips. Her nervous tongue wet those lips and she took one last", deep breath. "Here, darling," she whispered up to the boy she held. "Here's your reward for bringing me this wonderful new friend!"
The thick head of his prick filled her mouth and pressed down on her tongue. It felt so strange and unreal as it filled her mouth. She pursed her lips the way John had taught her and sucked at the pulpy tip! She was rewarded by a strangled gasp from Jim and she felt his hand slip around her neck and pull her head closer to his belly, forcing her gasping mouth to accept more of his wet penis in her mouth!
She was still terribly aware of the long cock that was moving in and out of her tight sheath. The wet, sucking sounds being made by her greedy mouth blended with the loud wet sounds that were coming from the frothing lips of her sex as he poked and filled her gripping vagina with his long probe. Each moment that she bounced and jiggled on the boy's long prick drove her to wilder extremes. Never in her life had she felt so alive, so involved!
"Suck it harder, Miss Denning," Jim moaned and began to thrust forward in sharp, pelvic jerks. The fat organ jerked and twisted inside of her mouth and she loved him for the strange thrills that he was giving her! Her tongue worked up and around the spongy head as she allowed the slippery penis to escape for a second. His frantic fingers twined in her long blonde hair and forced her ovaled lips back over the head and he pushed it against the back of her gagging throat!
Mary wiggled and rolled her hips, forcing the stubby knob of her pleasure to flatten and mash itself against his bone-hard cock. She gasped and gurgled as the delicious sensations flooded her, but the boys only heard muttered sounds seeping out from her full mouth.
Her fingers slipped away from, his hard stalk for a moment and shyly explored and lifted the boy's hairless balls. She loved the feel of them as they rolled back and forth over her gentle fingers. The effect on Jim was beyond belief! She heard his strangled groan and almost gagged as more of his thick penis pressed in against her tongue. His fingers pulled and twisted in her hair in a sudden explosion of desire, the electric charge of his emotion transmitted itself to her and she sucked as hard as she could. Her cheeks went hollow with the effort. Her entire body began to jerk and twist, forcing the long prick that skewered her to twist and turn inside her tight sheath.
Jerry moaned under her and she felt herself being lifted and bucked in the air by the force of his thrusts. The boy groaned again and she shivered as she felt the hot blast of his first ejaculation! The warm, gushing sensation came again and again, each sensation of being filled lifted her higher and higher. But she didn't reach the orgasm that she so desperately needed until she felt Jim shiver. His hands clamped behind her neck and she felt his organ swell against her tongue, then spurt out a hot flow of semen!
The blonde teacher moaned deep in her throat and her body jerked and rolled as her orgasm tore at her! She coughed and tried to withdraw her mouth, but Jim held her tight as he pumped his thick essence down her throat!
Mary felt the warm flow fill her mouth, the fat prick forced some of it out past her pursed lips and she felt it running down her chin! She coughed again and couldn't resist the impulse to swallow. Her throat worked, then worked again as she accepted the boy's sperm in her belly!
They walked slowly down the path into camp. Each boy was silent, lost in his own thoughts. Mary didn't feel any need to talk. She only felt an extreme tiredness and a strange satisfaction. It was the satisfaction that worried her more than anything! She had gone wild back there. She had taken both boys in turn, she had sucked and licked each of them and allowed each to penetrate and use her in a manner that made her glow instead of feel ashamed!
"It's still wrong," she told herself as she walked. "No matter how lovely it was, it was wrong!" She realized that she was at the end of her ability to work this thing out, but who could she go to? She certainly couldn't go to John Anderson; she knew all she would get from him would be more of the same! The only other women in camp were Miss Dempsy, the dry little school librarian, and Verna Peters. She knew that she could never discuss anything like this with Alice Dempsey! That left her with Verna; she would have to discuss it with the older woman, but for some reason that idea frightened her!
At the edge of the camp they stopped a moment. Mary looked at each of her young lovers in turn and felt a warm, happy shudder as she thought of all the wonderful things that they had done for her! Wrong or not, it had been the most exciting night of her life and she knew it!
"Good night, darlings," she murmured and kissed each one slowly and lovingly. When she kissed him, she managed to whisper in his ear. "No more boys, Jim darling. No more, please; it would kill me!"
The boys smiled shyly and then walked off, leaving her standing there looking after them. She shook her head slowly and turned to walk down towards Verna's tent. As she came near she could see the faint glow of a lantern inside and tapped at the canvas.
"Verna? It's Mary Denning. Can I come in?"
CHAPTER FIVE
It was warm and comfortable inside the small tent. Verna had moved over and made room for her on her soft sleeping bag. In a few brief minutes, Verna understood what the problem was and was warm and understanding. She rubbed Mary's tired neck as she spoke to her in a quiet voice. The low, throaty tone soothed Mary as well as the fingers.
"Oh, you poor baby, go on tell me all about it. I'll understand, Mary, honest I will. Just get it all out!"
At first it had been hard for Mary. Each new admission shamed her and she couldn't help but watch the brunette's face for signs of disgust. She didn't see any of those signs and began to relax. As she talked she was aware of the woman's hands as they moved in slow circles down her back and on the ridge of her shoulders. The words came easier, they flowed out of her as she rid herself of their poison by airing them.
"I just left them. I wasn't really ashamed of what I did Verna! When I left them I kissed them both like lovers and sent them off to sleep so that they'd be ready for me tomorrow!" The nagging guilt was gone. She felt a strange pride in herself. She lay back on the bag, feeling empty and purged. Verna massaged the sides of her throat as she sat beside her.
For a long moment the older woman didn't speak. Then Verna looked down at the lovely blond and smiled. Mary couldn't tell what the smile was for, but it didn't really seem important anymore.
"Mmmmmmm, honey, it sounds like you have been having a ball to end all balls! Don't worry, Mary, it isn't as bad as it might seem; in fact your little story isn't even very original!" Verna saw the look of surprise on the pretty face and put her finger over the red lips. "Shhh, just let me talk for a little while, if you don't agree with what I say then you can talk, okay?" When Mary finally nodded, Verna grinned and took her finger away.
"Mary, I've been a teacher for a long time, longer than I'd care to admit and I think I know a little more about these things than you do! You just listen and let Aunty Verna take some of the sting out."
Verna smiled and moved until she was laying down beside Mary, she propped her head on one hand and continued to stroke the blond's soft shoulders. "Honey, kids in high school are adults in every way but one; the law considers them children. Now the law may think that way, but when you are with them every day you soon learn different. They are adults! Sometimes they are confused and immature adults, but their bodies have all the natural urges and needs that the rest of us have. Do you really think that you are the first woman who felt those urges and ... well ... tripped?" Mary looked up in surprise.
The older woman smiled and nodded. When she was this close Mary suddenly realized that Verna was really a pretty woman.
"Don't look so surprised, honey. I've had my little flings with some of those big studs in the past and I will again. Honey, I can't help responding when a male wants me. Neither can you! We may not always respond all the way, but no human can deny the appeal of a member of the opposite sex. The only thing we have is free will and choice! We have to be selective with these boys just as we are with men. Age doesn't really matter at all!" Mary was so taken with the words she was hearing and with the idea that Verna was enlarging on that she barely noticed when the woman undid the top two buttons of her blouse and slipped her hand under the material so that she could massage her shoulders.
"Mary, I'll admit that you have one problem more than most of us do; I think you'll simply have to realize and work on the idea that your mother was a dizzy bitch and every word she ever spoke about sex and morals was an outdated, Victorian lie! Honey, no woman can really live in a glass slipper. We're all flesh and blood, men and women alike, and while we may try to moderate our behavior we still have to realize that our bodies don't care what our minds think up and they have to be satisfied in order to function!" The hand under her blouse was moving in larger circles and Mary left the soothing touch of her palm as. it rolled and pushed at her soft breasts.
"You're too strung-out about sex, darling. Forget all those silly ideas and learn to enjoy yourself. You have a lot of catching up to do."
When Verna stopped talking, Mary was ready to dispute much of what she said but she was honest enough to realize that she didn't have any pat disagreements! She was still trying to think of a good rebuttal when she realized that the hand under her blouse had stopped feeling soothing and was starting to feel good! She started to sit up, but Verna was able to push Mary back with the hand. She could still feel the teasing sensation as Verna smiled softly and began again.
"Knowing how uptight you are about sex, I guess it's a foolish thing to bring up, honey. But now that you're in the swim, maybe you'd like to think about another sort of sex."
"What do you mean? What other sort of sex?" Even as she said it, Mary suddenly understood the reason for the soothing massage the woman was giving her and she was shocked! Verna! What did you ..."
At that moment the fingers stopped pretending and openly caressed her breast. She gasped as they slid under the bra and teased her soft nipple!
Verna's urgent tone shocked her and she lay still. The pretty brunette hurried on. "Before you get all upset and outraged darling I want you to understand what I'm doing to you." The fingers undid the rest of her buttons and pulled the blouse apart as she spoke. "Don't get the idea that I'm a lesbian, darling. I'm not at all, I just enjoy a little of both! I'm what they call a bi-sexual, I enjoy a man just as much as any woman, but sometimes, like now, I like to be with a woman. I love the tender kissing and touching. It's very satisfying, you know. I've been watching you since the moment you came in the first day, Mary. And since that first day I've wanted to be with you like this."
Mary watched wide eyed as Verna calmly pulled the strap of her bra down her shoulder and slipped her breast free of the cup. She saw Verna's nipple grow hard and pointed under the woman's expert touches. When the dark head bent forward, Mary wanted to protest, but she could only gasp and turn her head away when she felt the warm circle of Verna's lips enclose her nipple! The tongue lashed at her and she couldn't stop the groan of pure pleasure that oozed out from her slack lips.
When Verna sat back up, her thumb and forefinger still teased and rolled the tender nipple between them. Verna's eyes were large and dark and her expression was tender. "Relax, darling. I can tell that this is going to be wild, just relax and enjoy!"
Mary's mouth opened, but no sound came out. It was almost like being hypnotized; the long massage, the soothing words, the logic and the approval had all led up to this moment! She wanted to pull away but knew that her body would refuse to leave. She felt a flutter in her chest and could feel the slow stirring desire beginning again!
Verna saw her confusion and smoothly moved on. "You have such a beautiful body, darling. So firm and tight, your breasts were just made to be sucked! Here, let me help you out of this." She pulled Mary into a sitting position and slipped the loose blouse off then unhooked the straining bra. As she did that, Verna managed to rub her own full breasts against Mary's shoulder, letting her feel the soft motions of her nipples under the tight blouse.
When she lay back, Mary was shaking. She could feel the warm hands moving over her breasts. Her fingernails scraped lightly, sending delightful starbursts of sensation through her. A warm hand undid the fly of her jeans and dipped down into Mary's blonde mat to tease and stroke at her growing love bud. Looking up she saw Verna's blouse hanging open and was faced with the sight of her large, amber colored breasts with their dark brown nipples! Her instincts told her to touch them and share the wonderful feeling, but she couldn't make her hands move!
Verna was kneeling beside her now. She made low, soothing sounds with her red lips as her hungry hands and eyes roamed over the pink and blonde frame before her. "Sweetheart, you are so lovely, can't you tell how much I want to be with you?" A finger slipped between Mary's damp labia. The lips were filling with blood and parted like flower petals.
The woman's expert finger found her clitoris and lightly brushed back and forth across it. Mary groaned and her tongue wet her lips as she felt her pelvis jerk and then start the slow, pressing motions around the probing finger.
"Ohhhh Verna ... it does feel ... good, but is it really ... all right?" The dark woman smiled broadly, she was confident now! Keeping her finger stirring inside the blonde, Verna leaned forward and kissed the wet lips. When she felt Mary's shy arms reach up and slip over her shoulders she drove her impatient tongue into the other's warm mouth and lashed at her little tongue.
Mary's body jerked and twisted as the pace of the finger increased. She felt her breath being sucked out of her by the woman's torrid kiss and enjoyed the strange feeling as Verna's heavy breasts mashed against her. The heavier woman held her down easily as her finger moved up and down Mary's opening slit. The full breasts rubbed and squirmed against her and the thick, hard nipples tickled and teased hers!
When the kiss stopped, Mary felt Verna's hot breath against her neck and shuddered with desire as she heard her torrent of hot words.
"Oooooo, baby! You are so sweet! Mary, honey, I just have to make it with you. I have to make love with you, darling, can't you see?" Hot lips kissed and nipped at her neck before the voice came again. "I'll be so nice to you baby, I'll kiss you and suck you until you think you are dying! It's going to be lovely darling just let me love you!!"
Verna sat back and quickly stripped her jeans and underwear down her long thighs. Mary couldn't help her interest in the other woman's body. She stared frankly at the heavy patch of dark hair that covered the bulging mound, she saw the rigid nipples of the large breasts and felt the perverted desire flame up inside of her!
This is wrong, her mind protested. I can't be aroused by looking at another woman, it's unnatural!! The thoughts persisted, but Mary couldn't deny the increasing hunger of her cunt as she watched the soft body descend upon her. It was as if she was in a trance when her thighs were being parted. She felt the pull of muscles in her soft groin and felt the tickling brush as Verna's stiff hairs mingled with hers. Her mouth fell open as the woman mashed her fat sex up against her little clitoris that throbbed and sent out messages of pure pleasure!
"Open your thighs, wider, baby," the woman panted. "Let me rub my hard clitty against yours, it'll be so nice. Spread your legs!" The blonde did as she was told and felt the thick knot of the other woman's clitoris rubbing in between her slippery lips. When clitoris pressed and rubbed against clitoris, Mary felt her head spin and with a huge groan of joy she wrapped her arms around Verna's broad shoulders and thrust up against her; her small clitoris seeking to find the other once again!
Mary felt her body lifting and she felt free and wild as each lovely stroke of the other woman's pelvis made her vibrate and moan. There was something so pleasing about the soft touch of another woman's hands! Those hands knew exactly where and how to touch to bring her fluttering desires up and up!
"Do you like it, darling?" the older woman panted in her ear. "Is it as good for you as it is for me?" Mary's eyes opened and she could see Verna's tan bottom raising and lowering as she pressed her body against her. She wiggled her small pelvis upward again as her hands cupped the woman's soft ass and pulled her tight against her.
"Verna ... darling," she murmured as she strained upward. "Damn you, why did you make me wait so long for this? Ohhhh, darling, why didn't you just drag me into an empty classroom and do it to me?"
Mary heard the woman's throaty laugh but was hurt to feel her pulling away! "No," she pleaded, trying to pull the lovely body back down against her. "Not yet, Verna, don't stop!"
"Relax, little lover, it's not over yet. I have something new for you."
Mary shivered as Verna licked at her ear then began to kiss down her wiggling body! The mouth sucked noisily at her breasts and left them wet and tingling as it moved further down to her soft belly!
"Ohhh, Verna! What are you doing?" She felt the woman's strong hands lift and part her thighs as the mouth slid further down until the tongue was licking and biting at her blonde curls. Her eyes popped open and her lips formed a perfect circle of amazement as the hot tongue found her little clitoris and twirled it around and around!!
"Agghhhgg!!" Mary's moan filled the little tent as her body arched up off the bag. Only her little heels and the top of her head were still on the ground as she lifted and wiggled her wet sex for the wonderful tongue that was driving her mad!!
"Happy, baby?" Verna's voice whispered softly in her ear and Mary could only moan and press herself against the warm body that lay beside her. She had dozed off for a moment, now she was awake again and knew that she should answer the loving question.
"Mmmmmm, Verna, I just can't tell you!" Mary felt the bump of a firm breast against her shoulder. She smiled as she turned her head and lovingly kissed then sucked at the warm, dry nipple. It felt so nice to feel the rubbery nipple against her tongue, she sighed as Verna's hands softly brushed the stray blonde curls away from her eyes. Her jaws were tired and she could feel the burning sensation on her cheeks where Verna's crisp pubic hairs had rubbed against them. It was strange, she had sucked and licked at the woman's thick clitoris, but she didn't feel any shame or any doubts! All of this was so good, all her doubts had finally gone away and left nothing but this sweet, tired feeling. Her orgasms had taken the last ounce of emotion in her. She thought over the day and realized that almost every minute of it had been spent in loving; John Anderson, the boys, Verna; it was amazing! Even that thought didn't bother her and all she was sad about was that the day was almost done!
Verna pulled her head up and kissed her gently. Mary's tongue darted about and flicked at the blonde's dry lips. "Honey, it's getting late and I think that you'd be more comfortable in your own tent." Mary made a small sound of denial but Verna laughed and went on. "Oh yes you would. If you stay here I won't be able to keep my hands off of you and from what you say you are a lady who needs her rest! Now slip into some of those clothes and hop back to your tent."
After a few moments of sleepy protest, Mary shrugged her shoulders and allowed Verna to help her dress. At the flap she paused and was given one last lingering kiss, then was pushed out into the night!
The air was chill now, the moon had long since gone and it was very dark. Mary had to force herself to stay alert so that she wouldn't trip on any tent ropes. When she got to her own tent she slipped inside and fell on her sleeping bag. For a few fleeting seconds she thought of all that had happened to her. For another second she heard the prim voice in her head try to berate her, but she angrily shut her mind to the voice and rolled over. The sweet tiredness, the total bliss she felt inside of her was more than enough to still that damn voice once and for all! "Oh, shut up, mother," she mumbled sleepily as she slipped away.
It was the warm, stuffy air inside her small tent that finally woke her. Mary sat up and felt the oppressive rays of the sun beating down on the canvas. It was late in the morning, why hadn't she been awakened? She quickly drew on her jeans and hesitated then she smiled to herself and firmly put her bra aside; if there was going to be a new Mary, it was going to be a new Mary without a bra!
She was still buttoning her blouse when she stepped out into the sunlight. At first glance everything seemed to be normal, but as she walked towards the cook fires she noticed that there was almost no one in camp! At the fire she found some eggs and fried them over the low flames as she looked around. She noticed that several tent flaps hung open and could see inside. The tents were messy and the area hadn't been picked up; what was wrong?
She finished eating and walked along the camp area looking for some of the adult leaders, she didn't find any. A quick peek in Verna's tent told her that the woman was gone too. She gazed for a second at the sleeping bag that lay crumpled and empty and thought she could see the dried stains of their mingled fluids on the cover! A little shiver of pleasure stung her and made her move on.
Each step that Mary took made the feeling inside of her grow stronger. She could almost feel the vibrations around her; she could almost taste a sense of abandonment hanging in the still air. She looked at a wrinkled schedule and decided that there should be a knot tying class going on down by the creek. She hurried in that direction, but even before she got there it was apparent to her searching eyes that the area was abandoned. She felt a sudden sense of fear; where was everybody?
Acting on impulse she hurried up the trail that led towards the top of the mountain. She had only been walking for a few moments when she saw a flash of color move in the brush. She stopped where she was and looked again. The color had disappeared but she could hear a low voice saying something about "good". She took a few steps in the direction of the brush when she recognized it; it was the little open grove where she'd seen Debbie and Davey!
A new sense of caution and stealth invaded her mind and she picked her way carefully towards the trees and brush. In the daylight it was easy to find the passage that led into her little watching place. She took a cautious look around then slipped in.
Before she could even see what was happening she could feel the tense excitement. Taking care to stay back in the shadows, she peeked out into the little space. Her blue eyes widened and she forgot to breathe as her astonished mind fought to understand all of what she was seeing! There were a couple of blankets spread out on the ground. Around the blanket sat at least eight naked boys and girls! The most amazing thing about the scene was the center of their attraction. On the blankets Mary recognized the naked body of Alice Dempsy!!
She stared in open disbelief as the little woman knelt on all fours before the children. Mary had known this woman for almost a year and had always thought of her as a little, dried up spinster. She thought of the terribly proper way that Alice had always conducted herself and couldn't put that together with the wild looking woman on the blankets. Why she must be at least sixty-years-old! Mary stared again to make certain that she was seeing right. As she did, she became aware of how well preserved the little woman was. She could see Alice's firm little thighs were parted, the lips of her vulva were covered with a thick patch of light brown hair, she could see a firm belly and small but shapely breasts.
Alice's voice cut through the stillness and Mary shivered as she heard the words. "Come on, darlings, who's next for Miss Alice to love?" She didn't wait for a volunteer, her hand whipped out and caught a young boy about twelve or thirteen, she pulled the thin naked body up close to her and began to noisily kiss and lick at the boy's hairless crotch!
"Mmmmm, you taste so good, darling. Come on, get hard for Miss Alice. She can hardly wait!!"
Mary could see the boy responding, his slim body trembled and his young stalk began to lift and stand hard! Alice saw it as well and laughed aloud as she stopped her licking and busily sucked hard at the little hard-on. Another boy detached himself from the group and slid out onto the blankets. His sex was already hard and firm. The old woman felt his prick brush along the back of her thigh and reached back to grip it, never losing her suction on the first boy's hard prick.
Mary had to remind herself to breathe as she watched the lewd and exciting spectacle! Alice pulled away from the dripping penis and gave quick instructions over her shoulder. "Ohhh, you have a pretty prick, boy. Lay down and let me get on it!" The boy seemed to understand perfectly and quickly lay flat, his young prick curving out from his belly.
Alice climbed astride the boy almost as quickly. She held the first boy's organ in a firm grip and he had to follow her.
Mary could see the pleased soft look on the old woman's face as she sat down slowly on the hard prick. "Ogggghh," Alice grunted as she forced the boy's erection inside of herself. Once she was seated, she bent her head over the first boy's erection and made sure that it was still hard and wet. Her next words sent a chill of vicarious fear through Mary as she watched from the shadows.
"Oooo, that's so sweet, honey. Now slip back there and poke it in me!" The boy eagerly tore free from her hands and scrambled around until he was on his knees behind her. Alice groaned as she rocked forward, lifting her slender bottom up to the boy. Mary didn't understand until Alice began to croon to the boy behind her. "That's right, darling, go ahead. Just put it up against the little brown hole and push, make a sandwich out of poor Miss Alice!!" The woman's vulgar words and her fevered behavior made Mary shudder, but she couldn't turn her eyes away.
Alice's head lifted until it looked as if she was trying to see the sky, her thin lips opened and she groaned with the pain of the obvious anal penetration!!
"Awww!! You're bigger than you look you little devil! Oooo, it hurts, honey. Do it harder. It's a nice hurt, believe me it is. Fuck poor Miss Alice in the ass, honey!!"
Soon both boys were humping and thrusting at the librarian and the little woman's frail looking body fought to set a rhythm. Slowly she managed to control the two cocks that were in her. As she reared back away from the prick in her vagina, the prick in her bottom would spear into her, as she pulled away from the rear invader the boy under her would groan as he filled her tight little sheath. The little woman babbled and sighed as she felt both boys using her at the same time.
Mary couldn't stand just watching; her fingers had her fly pulled open and were parting the hairs over her own soft pussy even before she knew that she wanted to do that. She clamped her jaw shut to make sure that she wouldn't utter a sound as she ran her finger up and down her hairy fringe, spreading her juices all over herself until she was almost sopping wet! There was some mystical bond between herself and the sweating little woman who was laboring on the blanket before the children. Mary could feel each terrible blow of the hard penis against her own puckered anus, she could almost feel the firm young meat moving inside her own vagina, she suffered and sighed along with the woman as she kept pace with her flashing finger tip.
The boy behind the librarian was groaning as he forced himself up into the woman's tight little anus, each powerful stroke forcing a strangled grunt out of her. Mary could see Alice's bright eyes peer around to see if the other children were watching. One little boy was frantically stroking and pulling his small penis as he watched, a plump little blonde girl sat with her thighs parted as she was touching her hairless little slit. Alice's moving gaze stopped on the girl. She seemed to be trying to force her contorted face into a smile as she called the blonde child.
"Come here baby, come here, you look so sweet honey." The blonde girl smiled and jumped to her feet. She walked to the woman slowly and shyly.
Mary watched the girl and was surprised that she felt an unusual, tender interest in her. She saw the tiny beginnings of breasts, saw the round curve of her little belly's baby fat and, most of all, Mary looked eagerly at the fat little lips of the girl's sex! She could see the bright pink color of the inner flesh as the girl moved. The smooth flesh around the labia was reddened by the fingering she had been giving herself. Mary was a little uneasy about her own reaction to the little girl, but she was stunned by Alice's!
As the child came close, the older woman smiled again and slipped a thin arm around the plump thighs and pulled her close. The woman's voice rose clearly as she calmly kissed and pressed her face between the little girl's thighs. "Oooo, Becky, you're so sweet, honey. I can smell how lovely you are! Come on, darling, don't be shy, you know what Miss Alice wants to do for you, come on!" The obscene, wheedling voice continued, but Mary couldn't hear the words. She watched in growing discomfort as the little child spread her thighs. One hand parted the hairless lips as her pelvis swung forward in an evil parody of lust! Alice's wrinkled hand tightened on a plump buttock and pulled the little pussy towards her mouth as her own sharp tongue darted out and speared in between the little labia.
Becky giggled and wiggled her fat little bottom as the tongue probed into her and that was too much! Mary took one last look at the evil tableau on the blanket and turned and blundered away from the clearing! She didn't care how much noise and uproar she made as she ran, all she wanted to do was get away from that terrible, seductive act!!
By the time she was back on the trail and headed for the camp she had managed to calm herself. Her staggering trot had subsided to a steady stride. From time to time a shudder of aroused desire would call out to her, but she wouldn't let herself listen. She could still see Alice Dempsy on that blanket back there and realized how easy it would be for her to end up just like that! There had to be some middle ground; she couldn't stand to go back to the cold and sterile way that she had lived. But she'd die before she fall so low that she would be willing to grovel and beg little children to abuse her!
She wasn't certain where she was headed but she pulled up short when a hand reached out and stopped her headlong trot!
"Miss Denning, is something wrong?" She looked up and was startled to see the concerned face of Jim Russell swimming before her. She hadn't realized that she was crying until now.
She suddenly wrapped her arms around the boy and clung to him until her tears stopped rolling down her cheeks. She gave him a little hug and stepped back. He had pulled her off the trail and they were standing behind the two large trees. There was a fallen log there and she gratefully sank down on it. The boy stood in front of her, still looking worried.
"I'm all right, Jim, honest! I just saw something back there that ... " She looked up at him suddenly and a new thought struck her. "Jim ... do you know what Miss Dempsy ... does with the little children?"
The boy flushed suddenly and looked embarrassed, but he nodded and shifted his feet. "Yeah ... I guess I did hear about it ... she's not the only one, you know, but I hear she's sorta weird! She only lets go like this on these trips; twice a year she comes up here and balls everything in sight! They say the rest of the year she's just a iceberg, she won't let any of the kids come near her; says it's too dangerous or something like that."
"Have you ever ... been with her?" Mary felt a certain tenseness when she forced herself to ask that question. Jim looked surprised and shook his head. "I was already too old for her when I first came to the school. She only likes the little kids."
Mary saw his indignant expression and almost laughed with relief! She hugged his legs hard and did laugh. "Oh, don't be so serious, Jim. Besides she looks like she'd be too dried up to take care of you, no matter how big you are!" Her laughter died as she realized that her face was pressed alongside his limp penis; she could feel it stir!
"Well ... I don't need her, Miss Denning. You take care of me fine!" The words reminded her of her arousal back there, she could still feel the strange, wild impulses running through her veins. The pressure of her cheek made the shaft of his penis stiffen and move again. Her smile was different as she looked up at him.
"Come a little closer, Jim, and let me take care of you then." She enjoyed the low throaty quality of her voice, it made her feel warm and sexy. The boy grinned and moved forward a few inches. He made no move to help as she nervously plucked at the buttons of his fly.
The jeans slid down to the boy's knees and Mary found herself holding his swelling organ in her palm. She stared at the swelling red head and didn't even lift her head as she spoke to him.
"I thought that you would need a little taking care of, darling, and I guess I was right." Mary smiled to herself as her fingers tugged gently at the hard rod. She lifted the tip until it brushed against her ovaled lips and a soft moan of pleasure came out of her throat as she swallowed the growing cock in one luscious gulp!!
CHAPTER SIX
Mary was sitting on the ground as she heard the rustle and snapping as Jim walked away through the brush. He'd offered to stay with her, but she'd sent him on his way. She could tell that he was eager to go out and join his friends. She couldn't go with him, and as long as she had to be alone she preferred to be all alone. She rested her head on the rough bark of the log behind her, and her unseeing eyes stared up at the moving clouds. She was absorbed with what was happening inside of her. She tried to put her finger on it, tried to understand how this total change could have come about so easily, so quickly!
Just a few days ago she'd been a cold priggish person. She'd been afraid and ashamed when others had admired her body. She'd been terrified when that admiration became an active thing on the part of any man. So much had changed inside of her that Mary found it hard to believe that she was really like that.' Was that the answer? Had she been living a lie? Had she been trying to force and wedge this passionate nature she now had into the cold confines of an ideal provided for her by a misguided mother? Even if that were true, how could she go from a woman who would blush and become uncomfortable at a single off-color remark in the teachers' lounge to a woman who could have a totally rewarding orgasm by simply sucking off a handsome boy? A little after-spasm of her orgasm rattled through her body and convinced her that she had done just that!
Her wondering self-appraisal was halted by the sound of loud laughter on the trail. She heard the brush rustle and sat very still. She heard some low laughter and a girl giggled shrilly.
"All right you guys, listen to me!" The voice cut into her; it was Davey Phillips speaking. There were a few moments of continued laughter, but the boy quieted them quickly. "Now look, let's get this thing rolling and we can have ourselves a ball!! We've all heard how we're stuck here for a few more days, right?" There was a mutter of agreement. "Okay, why don't we use that time to do what we want to do? Shit on these stupid nature hikes and all that crap. We all know why we really came on this crummy camping trip, why we come every year, so let's do it!"
Another voice butted in, but Mary didn't recognize it.
"That all sounds fine, but what about the adults? What are they going to do while we all just fade out?"
Davey laughed at whoever was asking the question. The sound of his laughter made Mary nervous.
"Are you kidding? We all know where Miss Dempsy is today." There was a quick cruel burst of laughter at that. "Mr. Anderson is out running the hills looking for anything in skirts that wants to play, and Mrs. Peters is running right after him, looking for anything in pants or skirts!" The laughter started again but a girl's voice cut in over it.
"Okay, that's them, what about Miss Denning?" Mary felt a sudden tightness in her throat and waited to hear what the boy said.
"Well, baby, at first I was sort of worried about her. She's been a dead fish all year in school, and I didn't thing that much could happen to her out here that would change any of that. but now I hear from the old grapevine that our Miss Denning is pretty busy herself; she isn't looking for something in pants, she's running from it, but she does fall down every once in a while until that something catches up!"
Mary jammed her knuckle between her teeth to keep from making any sound. The comments about her had been harsh, but she had to admit the truth of what the boy was saying. She just wondered how he knew!
Davey's voice sounded harsh and excited. "Well, let's get at it. Just remember, I'm the boss; it was my idea and there has to be someone in charge of this mess!"
The sounds of the children moving back on the trail were loud in her ears for a few moments. Then they faded and Mary was alone again. She was tense and still as she sat staring after them.
What in the world am I going to do? The question echoed in her brain, but there wasn't any answer. There wasn't a thing she could do; all the solutions were in the hands of others!
Mary was still turning her problem over and over in her mind as she wandered into the deserted camp. The place had an eerie quality about it. A breeze blew small puffs of dust across the open area. Tents flopped and untied tent flaps popped. It was almost noon, but no one had bothered to begin making lunch. For the first time, Mary fully realized how completely the group had broken down, and the total lack of order frightened her; it was so much like her life! She suddenly realized how out of control she was, how terribly adrift and miserable and alone she was!
She stared at the lonely camp and turned to walk away. She hadn't gone more than a few feet when she saw Debbie Forest standing by the bathing enclosure. She stopped and stared at the pretty girl. She wasn't sure how she felt; she was glad not to be alone, but what was she going to say to her?
"Hi, you and I are the only ones left." Debbie's flat statement startled Mary and really didn't leave her anything much to say.
"Well, I suppose you're right, Debbie. The landslide has rather upset everyone. What have you been doing?"
As soon as she asked the question Mary wanted to kick herself! What a foolish and naive question to ask this particular girl!!
Debbie smiled brightly and pointed out across the creek. "I've been exploring out there, and I found the prettiest little clearing." She stopped and gave Mary a speculative look. "Would you like to see it?" There was a moment of electric silence between them. Mary could feel the underlying tensions but wasn't certain what they were trying to tell her.
"Is it very far?"
The girl smiled again and shook her head. "No, not far at all. I'll show you." She took Mary's hand, and they started out. There was the small creek to cross, but Debbie had found a series of stepping stones, and they crossed without getting their feet wet. They passed through the willows on the other side and found a small footpath. The path was narrow and from time to time their bodies would brush against one another. Each time that she came close, Mary could smell Debbie's faint perfume and was surprised that the girl would bother putting it on in the rough and ready atmosphere of the camp. She was also aware of the softness of the girl's skin as their arms would rub against each other as they walked.
During the walk the girl stayed silent, but Mary could sense a building excitement. Debbie would smile suddenly and her hand trembled when she would point the way. Mary had tried all day not to think of Verna Peters and all that they had done last night. Now, while she was walking so close to the girl, little bits and pieces of the strange evening filtered back to her. Mary could almost feel the woman's strong hands on her body, could almost feel the firm suction of her lips at her breasts! Each step she took reminded her further of the unusual pleasure she'd found in making love with another woman! She refused to let herself thing about the moral implications and was glad that the prim voice in her mind had finally given up trying to complicate her life!
"We're almost there." Debbie's sudden words startled Mary. She'd become used to the silent girl and now the sound of Debbie's voice unnerved her a little.
Debbie veered off of the path and pushed aside a small bush, and Mary walked past her into a small clearing. Debbie was right, it was beautiful here. The grove of willows and bushes surrounded the small open area, and there was a tiny spring bubbling up from some rocks at the far end. Debbie looked at her with a sly sideways glance and seemed to be pleased with what she saw.
"I found this place this morning. I just sat here for a long time; it's very private." A certain tone in the girl's voice sent a little spark through Mary and she looked up quickly. Debbie suddenly looked even more appealing than she had before; her long brown hair looked tousled and carefree, her pretty cheeks were slightly flushed from the brisk walk they had just taken. Debbie smiled as Mary slowly looked her over. She wore a brief halter, and it was easy to see the rounded curves of her swelling breasts. Her body was rounded and lush, and Mary couldn't help remembering how nice it had been with Verna the night before!
Debbie gave her an impish smile and sat on a small grassy area in the sun. "One of the reasons I love this place is that I like to do a little sunbathing." She smiled again and quickly undid the top of her halter, letting the loose fabric fall to her waist. Soon the halter was gone and her fingers were busy with the buttons of her shorts!
Mary stood frozen as she watched the pretty child undress. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Debbie's saucy breasts; they seemed large for a girl her age and size, but they were firm and tipped with the pinkest sharpest little nipples!
Debbie slipped the shorts under her and sat back on them; she spread her rounded thighs and pointed her toes as she leaned back on her elbows. The sun glistened on the dark brown patch of hair between the lovely thighs, and Mary thought she could see the swell of the girl's plump labia. She trembled but couldn't force herself to move or look away!
The girl looked up at her with that same delighted smile. "You don't mind, do you, Miss Denning?" There was a challenge there, and Mary knew it. Suddenly she felt a new surge of confidence. She smiled back at Debbie as her fingers went to the top button of her blouse.
"Of course I don't mind. Would you mind if I were to join you?" The challenge had been answered! Debbie giggled a little as she quickly shook her head.
As Mary stripped off her blouse and jeans she was aware that the girl was eagerly staring at her mature body, and Mary was pleased that it was as good as it was! When she finally tossed aside her panties and stood blonde and naked before the girl, she hesitated. The clear interest in the dark eyes that stared at her gave her renewed confidence, and she spread her blouse out close to the girl and sat down on it.
The sun felt warm and soothing on her bared body, and she closed her eyes and allowed the heat to warm and soften her.
They sat quietly for a while, each of them content to relax and enjoy the warmth of the sun. A small mountain breeze would pass over them from time to time, keeping the heat of the rays from becoming too uncomfortable. Mary was feeling all sleepy and warm when Debbie started to talk to her. At first she couldn't hear all of the words, but the tone of the girl's voice caught her attention.
" ... and Mrs. Peters and I are very good friends, ever since camp last year."
The voice paused, but Mary didn't speak; she could feel a strange little twisting sensation in her vagina as the meaning of the words became clearer.
"This morning she told me that she thought that I would like you too ... she suggested that we might like to spend some time together ... would you like that?"
The twisting sensation became more intense and Mary couldn't keep her eyes closed any longer. She looked over at the girl and found her laying on her side, the dark eyes stared directly into hers.
"I ... suppose that I would like it, Debbie," she said slowly. She felt that familiar weakness in her muscles. She was soft and weak, and the burning of the dark eyes seemed to melt any of her resistance that was left. "I think I would like that very much!"
Debbie smiled and inched a little closer; her firm thigh brushed against Mary's, and the woman had to use all her will to keep from making a sound. The girl's hand fluttered out and touched the top of her breast lightly. Mary's whole body shuddered!
"Your skin is so fair, you want to take care that you don't get a sunburn." Her eyes flickered back up to Mary's. "If I'd been thinking, I would have brought some lotion, and then I could put it on you like this." Debbie continued to stare into her eyes as her hand slowly moved down over her breast in a circular rubbing motion as if she were really rubbing lotion onto her flesh.
Mary's gaze faltered, and she had to look down and watch the hand that stroked her. She stared as the strong young fingers massaged and lifted her breast, the thumb and forefinger found her nipple and worked around and around it until it was standing hard between them. Debbie gave the nipple a little tweak, and Mary couldn't stop the little sigh that escaped her. The girl moved a little closer, and a warm breast brushed against the back of Mary's hand; she knew what was expected, knew what she wanted to do! There was a split second hesitation; then she sighed inwardly, and turning her hand palm up, she cupped the girl's firm breast. The effect on the both of them was sudden and arousing.
"Oooo Miss Denning, that's naughty," the girl murmured and pressed closer until their lips met. Debbie's mouth was cool and sweet as Mary forced her tongue in past the lips and searched for the other's pointed little tongue.
From that point on, Mary had little recollection of any precise details, it all blended into a series of arms locking in arms, warm thighs rubbing and twining with each other. She could remember the girl's strong hands on her head as she pressed her face against the hard sharp little nipples and sucked them. She remembered the sighs that rose and twined as their bodies met and ground against each other. She had looked down and saw the dark brown hairs mesh and mingle with her own blonde tangle and shuddered and moaned as their labia met and spread against each other. Their juices mingled and there was a mixture of moans and squeals as the hard stalks of their love buds rubbed teasingly about each other.
She was still laying on her blouse as she felt the long brown hair drag teasingly across her shaking heaving belly. She could only groan and shiver as she felt the girl's soft wet lips plant wet kisses against the swollen lips of her mound! Her hand lifted and stroked up between the kneeling thighs until she could touch the wet curls of Debbie's vulva. She tickled the wet slit lightly, allowing the tip of the finger to rub gently against the softening little clitoris. The girl's little moan and the frantic wiggle of the round bottom pleased her almost as much as the kiss that came next. Debbie turned and pressed her face against Mary's; their tongues twined around each other, and Mary held the girl tight in a loving hug!
When the kiss ended, Debbie's face was pressed against her neck, and Mary listened to the soft whisper. "God! Verna was right; she told me that you were a lover, but I have to admit that I didn't believe a word she told me. You've always been so cold and remote!" There was a moment of shy silence; then the girl spoke again. "Was last night really your first time with a woman?" Mary nodded and hugged the lush body closer, enjoying the feel as their bellies rubbed against each other. Debbie softly bit her neck and kissed her ear before she went on.
"I'm glad that you and Verna got to be friends; otherwise I'd never have dared this today ... Miss Denning ... can we be friends after this? I mean during the school year can we ... be together sometimes?" The girl must have felt the sudden tenseness that stiffened Mary's body at that suggestion.
"Please? I'm very nice and I'm careful too. You knew me all year, and you never heard anything or suspected anything, did you? No one will ever know that you and I are friends unless you tell them."
Mary tried to imagine what it would be like refusing the girl, even in a classroom! How could she refuse; whenever she saw this child she would think of how sweet she tasted, the firm meat of her breasts, and most of all she would think about that sharp vibrating little tongue that could send her out into space in moments!
"Honey, don't worry; we'll be friends during the school year! I don't think there's any chance of us not getting together as often as we can manage!"
Debbie relaxed and snuggled up closer for a few moments. Mary sighed as she felt the lips kissing and nipping at her neck; she slipped her hand down the firm back and gently squeezed a bouncy, resilient buttock cheek. But the lovely moment was coming to a close.
The girl suddenly squirmed free and looked at the watch that lay on her discarded clothing. "Oh, oh, I'm on the cooking crew, and I bet that nobody's even thought of making lunch! I'd better get on back and get it started before everybody starves!" Mary started to get up with her, but the girl shook her head. "No, you stay here and get a little more sun; besides, if we're going to be careful about us, it wouldn't look so good if we came back hugging and kissing, would it?"
Mary shook her head and marveled at the girl's cool understanding of the situation. Suddenly she felt confident and knew that the coming year was going to be very exciting indeed! She turned her head and watched as the girl quickly slipped out of the bushes and headed back to camp. She was going to lay back down and sun herself when she heard a rustling in the bushes!
Mary was amused at her first terrified reaction; it was the typical city girl's thought, wild animal! Her frantic eyes searched the dense growth, expecting to see a raging bear charge out of it! Instead, she caught the flash of a face peering out at her open-mouthed.
For a second Mary just stared back at the face as she felt her fear slowly drain away. She recognized the boy as one of the ones who had been watching Alice earlier in the morning; in fact, he was the one who had been masturbating! A small spark of interest flared up inside of her. The situation was actually funny, and she had to be severe with herself to be serious.
"All right, you can come out now ... I can see you in the bushes!" For a moment she thought the boy would turn and run, but when the bushes did move they were bent inward, and the slim boy walked slowly towards her. He stopped a few feet away and tried to look her in the eye, but she noticed his eyes would slip away and slide down her naked body before he could bring them back under control.
Mary felt very cool and confident. Too much had happened to her in the past few days for her to feel flustered. "What's your name?" She made sure that her voice remained cool and level.
The boy opened his mouth twice before he could manage to croak out his answer. "Edward ... my name is Edward Fuller ... Junior, Miss Denning." He looked very nervous and flustered. "I ... I didn't really mean to peek at you ... I just was walking, and I happened to walk up the trail, and I ... I'm sorry." Mary lay back and stared up at the boy; she made no effort to cover her nakedness; in fact, she spread her thighs a little so that he could see her better!
"Don't be silly, Edward Fuller, Junior; you aren't sorry; you like to look at naked women; all boys like to do that. Now tell me the truth!" Her voice was firm and demanding, but she made sure that he knew that she wasn't really angry.
"I was walking, and I saw Debbie Forest come out of here and look back. I don't know, I just got curious, that's all ... when I saw you laying there, I just ... stayed." His face was a deep red as he blushed and looked down at the ground. Mary smiled to herself again.
"Come over here and sit beside me, Eddie. Come on, don't be so shy." She decided not to mention what she had seen him doing this morning - at least not yet.
The boy sat gingerly on the ground near her; it was even harder for him to keep his eyes off of her now that he was so close. Finally, she could see him give up the effort entirely! She could almost feel his eyes travel down her naked body and felt her nipples grow hard and stand. She took advantage of his nearness to look at his slim young body. She liked the lean look of the boy and decided.
"Go on, it's all right, Eddie, you can look at me as much as you like. Do you like what you see?" The boy was so overcome that he couldn't speak; all he did was nod and lick his dry lips. "I'm glad that you like to look at me, but it you have something to look at, don't you think that it would be fair for me to have something to see too?"
For a moment the boy stared at her; he didn't understand.
Mary felt a little flicker of impatience as she decided she'd have to be more direct. "The sun's so nice, Eddie, why don't you take your things off and then we'll both have something to look at."
The boy understood!
He fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, but he couldn't make his fingers do the job. Mary watched for a few seconds until the growing interest inside of her couldn't stand it! "Here, let me help you, honey," she said softly. "You just pull off your shirt; that should be easier for you." He darted a surprised look at her then nodded eagerly. He managed to catch the hem of the shirt and pulled it up over his head as she undid his belt and swiftly unbuttoned his fly. She was a little disappointed that he was wearing shorts, but she saw his growing organ poke against the cotton underwear and was content. She could wait a little longer.
They both worked on his shoes, and soon they and his socks lay beside him. "Get up a minute, Eddie," Mary murmured as she sat up. The boy was shaking as he clambered to his feet and stood uncertainly in front of her. She smiled up at his serious expression and swiftly jerked the jeans to his ankles. She held his leg as he pulled free of the pants and kicked them aside. It wasn't until he was totally naked that Mary allowed herself to look back up at the object of her real interest.
The boy didn't have a single hair marring the smooth flesh of his groin. Mary stared at his white prick as it quickly became hard and stood erect. He was small like all young boys, but she realized that it was hard enough and long enough for what she needed!
Her hand moved swiftly up his thigh and closed around the slim little horn. It was hard and vibrating when her fingers wrapped around it. The rosy head of his little pecker became darker in color and grew hard and hot! Mary sighed happily as she tested its hardness with her thumb. She slowly moved her hand up and down on the shaft. Her eyes were still holding his as she gently masturbated him. She felt his boyish balls sway and rub against the back of her hand. Her other hand rose up and cupped the small bag and rolled his hard testicles over her fingers. She could feel his thighs shake as she toyed with his growing penis.
"It feels nice, doesn't it, Eddie? You like when I play with you like this; I know you do, I can see it."
"Oohhhh, Miss Denning, if you only knew!" His hand was on her shoulder. The shy fingers moved back and forth, feeling the wonder of her smooth woman's flesh. Mary smiled broadly and decided to tease the boy a little. He deserved it!
"Haven't you done this with a woman before, Eddie? I heard you were one of Miss Dempsey's little friends. Hasn't she taken care of this for you?"
The slim boy started and blushed again. Mary was amused by his apparent confusion. "Oh! Well ... no, I mean, no, she hasn't ... yet."
Mary was suddenly sorry that she'd made the boy feel uncomfortable. Impulsively she kissed the hard little pecker in her hand.
"It's all right, Eddie; I didn't mean to pry. I'm sorry. Just relax, honey, it's going to be fine." She increased the pace of her hand, and her fingers flew up and down his prick. "You have a lovely penis, Eddie," she murmured. "When you grow up you'll be quite a man." She darted another quick look at him as she squeezed harder at the fat tip. "Would you like me to suck your penis, honey? Do you think that would feel good?" He trembled, and she felt the grip on her shoulder tighten.
"Yes, Miss Denning, suck it!" She felt his hand try to pull her face closer to him but resisted the pressure easily. She wasn't ready; she was enjoying this and didn't want to be rushed.
"Haven't you ever had a lady suck it for you before, honey?"
He shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Never? Not even one of your little girl friends?"
"No one ever did that for me, Miss Denning," he muttered as he tried again to pull her face closer. She allowed him to press her mouth up against the tip of his penis and rubbed her lips back and forth over the satiny head. She heard the thin moan that squirted out of him as he felt the caress.
"Oh, that's too bad, Eddie. You have such a nice one, too. Will you be a good boy and get hard right away if I suck it for you now?" The boy couldn't answer her. She heard his groan and felt both of his hands clasp around the back of her neck as his groin humped forward, driving his stiff pecker against her face. She liked the feeling and opened her mouth eagerly. She forced him to wait until she could aim his hard prick at her mouth then relaxed her muscles and let the boy feed it into her watering mouth!
Mary felt a warm sensation flow over her as she found that she could take his whole penis in her mouth at once. She could even lick at his balls while she held him. Her tongue slathered up and down the incredibly soft skin, and she loved the feeling of sucking him without a single hair to get in the way! She trembled and pushed closer to Eddie; her hands slipped up the back of his thighs and cupped his lean buttocks in her palms. She massaged and worked at his bottom as he began to make sharp little fucking motions with his hips, pushing and pulling his slim prick over her broad tongue. She heard his agonized groan and felt the strong grip of his hands. It was exciting to know that she was pleasing him like this. His groans and sighs lit a new fire in her, and she sucked even harder at him as she rapidly bobbed her head up and down on his hard little prick. Her cheeks were hollow and rubbing along the slick flesh, her hands were digging into the muscles of his ass.
The boy was jumping and squirming as Mary blew him. She pulled her mouth away to call out to him. "Go on, honey, you can cum. Don't worry, I want it in my mouth. Go on, sweetheart, give it to me!" Before she could catch his flashing organ it began to erupt! She was looking at the full tip as it jerked and the first white blob of boy-cum splashed across her cheeks. It felt warm and strange. Another spurt covered her lips and chin before she could stuff the erupting tip back against her tongue. Mary shivered and her body began to rock as she felt the warm flow slide down her swallowing throat; she remembered something that John Anderson had taught her and sucked even harder, forcing the last drops up from his waggling balls. As she did, she was thrilled to hear the boy's agonized shout of pleasure, and her head was rocked back by the violence of his thrusts!
Even when he was finished, she didn't let the slick flesh leave her mouth. She sucked and licked at the softening organ. She held his balls in her palm and massaged them, and slowly, she felt the strength flowing back into him. The prick grew hot again and bumped up against the back of her throat. She even thought that he was a little larger this time!
Only when she was certain that he was completely erect again did she let his cock slip out of her mouth. She felt the strings of semen drip down her chin but ignored them. She held his hand tightly as she lay back. "Come on, darling, now it's my turn. Don't be worried. You'll do fine!" She shuddered and threw her thighs wide as she felt him press down against her lush body; it was so lovely!!
CHAPTER SEVEN
They walked towards the camp together. Mary enjoyed the feel of Eddie's arm around her waist. He was smaller than she, but that didn't really matter. What he had managed to do between her thighs more than made up for his lack in height! When they came closer to the camp she just slipped loose and stood close to him in the growing shadows.
"Thank you, Edward Fuller, Junior. Thank you very much because I had a lovely time." The boy grinned at her, pleased by her treatment and pleased because it was apparent that she was telling him the truth!
"I guess I won't be able to see you until school starts again, Miss Denning." She could see the change that had taken place inside of him in the past hour and was impressed at his new confidence. He caught her staring at him with serious eyes and grinned again. "Don't worry. Nobody'll ever find out about us from me, but once school starts you'd better reserve Saturday mornings for me!" They laughed softly and, after a last quick kiss, they parted so that they could enter the camp from different directions.
By the time that she got to her tent, Mary felt exhausted. She had found Debbie and her crew busily making sandwiches and hot soup and had managed to stop and eat. Now all she wanted to do was rest! She flipped both flaps of the tent back and lay down on the bag. It was cooler now and the soft breezes that blew through the tent lulled her. Her drowzy mind reminded her of all the lovely things that had happened to her in the past few days and finally she thought of the young boy and the fierce yet tender hour they'd spent together. She would certainly have to remember to keep her Saturday mornings free! His age still bothered her a little until she mumbled to herself.
"Miss Denning, seducer of boys, maker of men! That's me ... I think I'll have that framed and hung over my desk ... " She laughed a little at the thought and drifted off to a well won sleep.
Mary slept easily. Her body was totally satisfied and all she needed now was the rest that she was getting. Once in a while a small frown would cross her face, but then it would fade and be replaced by a small smile that would play at the corners of her mouth.
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It was early evening when the chill of the mountain air filled the tent and woke her. From the moment that she sat up and gazed out into the fire-lit camp area, she could sense something unusual and strange was happening out there. There was nothing that she could point to, but it was there nonetheless! She grabbed a light sweater and crawled out of the tent.
When she was out of the tent and walking, the vibrations were even stronger. She passed a group of the younger campers and was surprised at the boy's brave stares and the subdued giggles of the smaller girls.
At the tables she found a meal had been prepared, but no one was bothering to serve. She filled a plate and sat down. She shivered and couldn't shake the feeling that all around her the darkening shadows were hiding something from her; something that intrigued her even as it frightened her! She looked around, but saw no other adults and wondered what was happening.
When she finished the food she dipped the plate and silverware in the boiling water and threw them back on the table. First she decided to try and talk to Verna Peters and confide in her about the feelings she had. She hurried over to the older teacher's tent, but before she could even rap her hand on the tent pole she could hear the raising sighs and groans of a woman in intercourse! For a long moment she stood poised there, listening to the increasing tension in Verna's voice as she moaned and babbled at someone, then she felt her nerves almost jumping out of her flesh and she turned and hurried away.
Even after she had put almost half of the camp area between herself and Verna's tent, Mary imagined that she could still hear the deep, vital sounds of the woman as she enjoyed herself. She knew that a great deal of the problem was herself and despite the almost non-stop sex she'd been having for the past few days, her body was tuned to and needed the same delicious release that Verna was getting! That was part of the reason for her attack of nerves. But there was something more. She could almost taste it, but she didn't know what it was!!
Mary walked around the camp again, she noticed that all of the children seemed to be aware of the tension as well; they acted strange and jumpy. Their laughter was too loud and too shrill. She had come almost all of the way back to her tent when she heard a dull, booming sound on the slope to the rear of camp. She stopped and looked up as if her eyes could pierce the darkness. There wasn't any light, but the sound came again in a steady rhythm and after a moment she decided that someone was striking an old hollow log with a stick, using it as a primitive sort of a drum!!
The beat of the drumming increased; it was erratic and off beat much of the time, but the hills around the camp echoed and re-echoed the sounds until it was hard to decide which was the beat and which was the echo.
Mary watched as the children listened to the sounds. Several dropped whatever they were doing and hurried out of the camp, headed for the hill. Others, mostly the younger ones just looked frightened and moved closer to one another.
The drumming went on and on and Mary could almost feel her pulse change beat and mate with the hollow booming sounds that filled the little valley. It was a signal! It was almost what she had been expecting to happen since she woke up and she wasn't certain how she felt about it, not certain at all!
When Mary looked around again, she realized that almost all of the children were gone. She knew without having seen them go that they had all slipped out of camp and headed up the hill. Looking up there she thought she could see a tiny pinpoint of light this time. The light grew a little brighter, but she couldn't make out anything else. Even as she was staring up there, the drumming ceased abruptly!
By the time that the last echo of the drum was fading, Mary was hurrying towards John Anderson's tent. There was something happening, she was sure of it now!!
She began to trot towards the tent. Fun was fun, but the teachers were responsible for those kids. She was almost running by the time she reached the other side of the nearly deserted camp. The drumming had been bad enough, but it was worse now that it had stopped. Deep inside, Mary knew what was happening up there but she didn't want to admit it!
As she reached John's tent she slowed down. She was remembering the embarrassing moment when she barged in on him the last time she was here!
There was a light inside and the flaps were closed tight. She hesitated for a moment. She didn't hear anything at first and was about to knock when she heard the high pitched giggle coming from inside. Her hand was reaching out to rap on the pole when she heard it and she snatched the hand back! He wasn't alone, that was certain! The giggle came again and the sound itched in Mary's ear and she wanted to see what was going on in there!
A quick check of the flaps showed her they were tied, no light showed out of them. Then she remembered seeing a small vent flap to the rear. Would it be open? A feeling of excitement raced along her nerves as she quietly moved around the side of the tent. She made sure that she didn't step on anything, made sure that her clothing didn't snag on any branches and she made it all the way without making a sound!
It was darker to the rear of the tent and the bright light coming from the open flap made her pulse quicken. Still moving quietly, she inched forward until she could look directly into the tent.
John was naked, he lay on the narrow cot. A naked girl was sitting astride the man's body and was slowly rubbing her hairless little bottom along the length of his big prick as it lay flat along his belly!
Mary stared in amazement as the girl's fat little cheeks trembled and shook as she obviously masturbated herself against the thick pole. The girl was wet and Mary could see she was smearing her secretions up and down the taut skin of John's penis.
"When are you going to teach me about fucking, Mr. Anderson?"
The girl's simple words shook Mary and she forgot her worry about the drum. The whole camp faded away and her whole world narrowed down to the bright square of light and the strange couple on the cot.
"When are you going to teach me," the girl persisted. John's chuckle filled the silence.
"Just as soon as you get a little bigger, honey, you're still too little for me, but don't worry, one day you'll be big enough, then I'll teach you all about fucking!"
As he was talking, his hand was moving around until he could cup one plump cheek of her bottom. The girl turned her head and Mary found herself staring at the lewd little girl who'd been with Miss Dempsy this morning, Becky!! The girl sighed and wiggled, making the fat organ under her twist and roll her lips. He grunted at the feeling and one of his broad fingers speared in between the cheeks!
Mary felt a tiny twinge as she watched his finger press against the tiny pink anus. She could feel her own vulva growing moist and her anus twitched! She knew she couldn't watch much more of this, she couldn't stay passive and watch this!!
The girl moaned and wiggled back against the finger. Mary heard his voice but couldn't see his face. "Mmmmm, you like that, don't you Becky? Go on and press on it, you're getting used to it now!"
Mary had her jeans loose and was about to slip a finger down against her hard clitoris, then changed her mind. She shivered as her hand changed direction and pressed down between her own firm buttocks! Leaning forward, her slim finger found the tiny puckered rosette of her anus.
At first all she could do was tease and touch the sensitive flesh, but when she looked back into the tent she felt a writhing in her rectum as she watched the girl squirm and roll her hips as John's thick finger wiggled up inside her to the knuckle!!
Mary was biting at her lips and managed to force her finger past the tight ring of muscle. Her mouth fell open in amazement as she wiggled her finger, the shower of sparks that raced through her blood made her tremble and she almost fell to her knees!
In the tent she heard the girl gasp and saw her begin a frantic series of thrusts. She was sliding her slippery little slit over the wet cock. Her little hands clutched at the man's wrists as her body told of the awful force of her childish orgasm!!
"Ooooooo, Mr. Anderson," the girl squealed. His finger was still tormenting her tender little anus as she whimpered and shook.
The girl's wild body gyrations took their effect on John. Mary saw him stiffen out as the girl began to slow her movements. "Oh honey," he grunted, "Hop down, I'm cumming!! Aaaaggggg!!"
Mary watched as the girl reacted as if she'd been slapped. She jumped off of his lap, tearing his finger away as she did. Mary saw John's enormous prick swell and twitch. The fat tip of the prick jerked and a white burst of cum shot into the air as the girl's hands wrapped around it. Becky had to use both hands as she jerked up and down his thick trunk. Her pink lips were wide open as she tried to press his pulpy head into her mouth! Her round cheeks and chin were dripping with his white sperm by the time her tiny tongue managed to plug the slit in the head and she sucked it out of sight!!
Becky's body jerked and recoiled with each new spurt that filled her mouth.
Mary tore her eyes away. "I just can't watch anymore," she moaned and lurched away from the tent. She still made an effort not to make any sound. She didn't want John to know that she'd been watching!
Mary was just readjusting her jeans when a hand caught her by the arm. A thin scream of fright escaped her as she swung around. The dull glow of the dying cook fires cast a reddish glow across the grinning face of Davey Phillips! She stared at the handsome boy, then tried again to pull away.
"Hey, Miss Denning, take it easy! What's the matter with you?"
"Please," she panted. "Please let go of me!" Davey didn't let go, instead he tightened his grip and pulled her even closer to him.
"Take it easy, Miss Denning, I didn't mean to frighten you. I just came down to invite you to a little party we're throwing on the hill." Mary didn't answer him at first. She tugged harder, then gave up. He was too strong for her! Her heart beat wildly as he brushed her hair back from her eyes.
"I ... thank you, but I don't really think I want to go to a party." The grip on her wrist didn't slacken. The boy had listened politely then shook his head in elaborate mock sorrow.
"Oh, that's too bad, Miss Denning. All of us were really counting on you. In fact, you're kind of the guest of honor!" He was pulling her closer. She felt his knee push in between hers! "You wouldn't want to disappoint all your friends and students would you? They're waiting for you."
Mary was aware of movement in the shadows behind him. He wasn't alone, but she couldn't see who was with him.
"Please, let go of my arm," the blonde teacher whispered as he pulled her even closer. She found herself standing spraddle-legged, the boy's muscular leg was forced between her thighs. She had to stand on tip toe to avoid resting her plump sex on the muscle of his thigh.
"Aw, come on, Miss Denning, come to the party. Pretty please?" She was so close that he slipped his other arm around her and pulled her even closer. Even standing on tip toe didn't help and she felt a helpless flutter of desire as the pulpy lips of her sex rubbed and flattened themselves against his leg.
"No," she murmured, "don't force me like this, Davey. Please, I don't want to go up there, please!" The hold didn't relax, her soft mound was still mashed up against the flexing muscles of his thigh and her firm breasts brushed against his shirt. She could feel each touch, each sweet sensation of contact. It was getting harder to refuse!
"Hey, baby, come on out. Miss Denning needs a little coaxing!" Davey had called over his shoulder to whoever was waiting in the shadows. Mary heard the scrape of footsteps in the dirt and saw a form moving toward them.
"Please come, Miss Denning, it won't be nearly as much fun without you!" Mary recognized Debbie's voice before she could actually see the girl's face. She tried to break free from the boy again!
It wasn't fair, they shouldn't be doing this to her. How could she resist if both of them started to touch her and talk to her?
Debbie slipped around behind her and pressed up against her back. Mary felt the firm points of the girl's breasts press against her and the warmth of her belly against her bottom.
"Don't be shy, Miss Denning, you'll love it up there, honest!" The girl was whispering in her ear when she stopped whispering. Her lips stayed there and nibbled and kissed her sensitive neck!
"Debbie, please don't ... oh!!" A hand slipped around her and her mind spun as firm fingers cupped and tickled her firm breasts! The sensations were so sweet! She felt her resolve shrink even smaller.
Mary mumbled and tried to force herself to protest, but it was too much to ask. Her body abandoned her and she whimpered as she felt her pelvis begin making little jerking motions. Each jerk brought the hot lips of her vulva into harder contact with the thick muscle of the thigh. Each contact sent thick waves of desire through her, making her moan softly.
Mary heard Debbie's voice, but it was hard to concentrate long enough to understand her words.
"I think it's all right now, Davey. I'll bet she would come with us now if you asked her nice."
Mary sighed as the boy's lips covered hers and when his strong tongue slipped into her mouth she sucked it greedily. Hands and firm young bodies pressed against her and the full realization came to her that the time for resistance was long since gone!
When the kiss stopped, the boy asked her, "Will you come up with us, Miss Denning?" A simple question deserved a simple answer.
"Oh, yes," she sighed and let her hand drift down the boy's front until she could grip the firm outline of his prick! "Yes, let's go to your party, children. I'd love to be your guest of honor!!"
She walked along the trail between Davey and the girl. They never let the fires inside of her die down. With each step they took there was a hand on Mary somewhere. Her blouse had been unbuttoned and the boy and the girl seemed to be taking turns fondling her breasts, thumbs rubbed and pinched her nipples keeping them standing hard against the cool night air.
When they left the trail and went up the hill, Debbie took Mary's hand as Dave slipped behind her and helped her up the steep places by lifting her by the cheeks of her bottom. Each time he did, Mary groaned with pleasure as his strong fingers dug into her soft flesh!
Mary was even hotter by the time they reached the clearing. They hadn't given her a chance to calm down or to think since they left the camp! Mary stared about her in dull surprise. The area was lit by several lanterns and she could see the blended forms of boy and girls everywhere. Everyone she saw was naked! Some of them were only kissing and touching, but most were locked together in frank and open acts of intercourse!
"How do you like the party so far, Miss Denning? I bet you never thought that all these nice 'children' were such practiced fuckers did you?" The scorn in Davey's voice was apparent. Mary tried to be angry, tried to be shocked at the lewd sights around her, but she couldn't! The sighs and squeals drifting around the clearing only added fuel to the flames she felt inside of her!
Debbie tugged at Mary and she followed obediently. There was a little enclosure at one end of the clearing; someone had hung a blanket between two branches. Behind the blanket, she saw another lantern and a couple of thick sleeping bags piled on top of each other. Davey's voice filtered into Mary's buzzing brain as she allowed Debbie to strip the clothing from her trembling body.
"Debbie thought you'd be happier in here. She say's you're a little shy and wouldn't like making it on the blanket in the center. And, since you're the guest of honor, I guess we'll let you have a little privacy." Mary managed to throw Debbie a grateful smile before Davey took her by the hand and led her to the sleeping bags. "Come on, honey," he muttered, "kneel down there. Since I'm the leader in this camp, I get first shot at you!"
Mary felt a flush of shame as she eagerly dropped down on the bags. She should be feeling humiliated and degraded, but she didn't! All she could feel was the rising tide of hunger and excitement as she waited for the boy to undress. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Debbie stripping too and she was pleased!
Davey was naked now. He walked the last few steps towards her with a swaggering, cocksure stride. She watched with fascination as his thick penis waggled and swayed with each step. She felt a shiver of excitement as she watched the swollen tip move closer to her watering mouth. The boy casually slipped his hand behind her neck and drew her face forward until the tip brushed against her lips. He pushed her hand away as she tried to hold the wiggling prick.
"Don't be in such a hurry, Miss Denning. We have all night!" Using his free hand, he held his own prick steady and rubbed it back and forth over her face. Without being told, Mary's wet tongue began to lick up and down the meaty pole. Davey sighed and stood a little straighter until Mary found herself licking and sucking gently at his full balls.
"Mmmmmmm, that's sooooo good," he sighed. The hand at her neck tightened and she was waiting, her wet mouth wide open when he pressed the pulpy head past her lips!
Mary gulped and slobbered as she sucked and licked at the boy's heavy prick. She felt soft hands part her thighs and whimpered with pleasure as Debbie's fingers found her clitoris and began a maddening series of strokes against it.
It seemed like she had been sucking Davey's slick cock for a thousand years; her jaws ached and her body trembled. Debbie had driven her to two orgasms already and the little fingers were whipping up another froth between her thighs. She was relieved and excited as she felt Davey stiffen and jam his prick against the back of her throat.
She was moaning and gulping as the thick spurts of cum filled her mouth she tried to swallow it all but there was just too much! When he was satisfied and pulled away she could feel the cum that had escaped the tight circle of her lips, running down her neck. She moaned and swayed as she tried to stay upright. She might have fallen if Debbie hadn't caught her and helped her lay back on the bags. The girl was still worming her finger in and out of Mary and she smiled up at the star filled sky.
A scraping sound caught her attention and she managed to focus her eyes in time to see a strange, naked boy poised between her parted thighs! She tried to get up, but Debbie was still beside her and held her flat.
"What ... what does he want," she whispered to the girl. As an answer, Debbie lifted one of her limp hands and guided it until her fingers fitted themselves around the boy's firm prick! She couldn't stop herself, her wrist flipped and she gave the hard penis a few quick strokes before she could pull her hand away!
Just touching the boy had been enough. The thrills were shaking her again. It was hard to catch her breath. All she could do was lay back on the bags and smile breathlessly at the boy!
Mary saw his brief grin and moaned as she felt his weight fall on her. The swollen glans of his penis found the slobbering opening between her thighs and moved into her! "Aghhhgg," she moaned and raised her thighs until they clamped against the boy's smooth hips.
"Oh yes!!" Mary moaned as her hands clutched at the boy. "Go on whoever you are, do it to me please, fuck me!!!"
She had moaned in protest when the boy tried to pull away from Mary. His softening prick was still moving in the slushy wetness of her vagina. She was still trying desperately to grind her pelvis against his shaft, trying to bring herself off. But the boy was so strong that he simply shrugged aside her weak grip and pulled free.
"Ohhhhh, Debbie, don't let him go," Mary pleaded. The girl only laughed at her. Mary was about to complain again when she felt rough hands lift her then turn her over. She tried to look back over her shoulder, but the lamp had been turned too low to see who it was.
The hands roughly pulled her to her knees. Then she understood! She was already groaning in anticipation when the fat prick of another strange boy nuzzled between her dripping labia and thrust upward! This boy was bigger and far more expert than the others! Mary felt the wide shaft of meat spreading and stretching her channel as he forced himself inside of her body!
"Ooooooo, go slower," she whispered. The boy ignored her. She felt Debbie's soothing hands on her and reached out for the girl. She'd only intended to return the touch, but somehow her defiant fingers worked their way up between the girl's thighs and found the dark, mossy mound. Mary heard the girl's gasp of pleasure and was amazed as she found another, different flame of pleasure burning in her!
She made no protest when she realized what Debbie was doing. The girl had slipped away from her for a second and now she was trying to scoot her middle up against Mary's face!
The boy behind Mary was gripping the soft halves of her butt as he stroked up into her in a steady, mind-blowing rhythm. Mary lifted her head and allowed Debbie to slip her wet little snatch up against her waiting tongue.
Hooking her hands around the parted thighs, Mary buried her face in the girl's wet slit. Her tongue raced up and down, rasping against the membranes of Debbie's inner lips. She sighed and licked even harder as Debbie's hands pressed down against the back of her head and the sweet pussy began to twist and jerk against her tongue!
Even after she had screamed and vibrated through another ripping orgasm, Mary hunched and rubbed her bottom against the boy. He had long since poured his hot cum into her and some of his sticky offerings were dribbling down the insides of her thighs.
Debbie had squirmed and squealed under the lash of Mary's tongue and now lay flat as Mary rested her tousled blonde head on the girl's warm and sweaty thigh.
She moaned as she felt the limp organ slip out of her and only had enough energy left to reach back and lovingly pat the boy's thigh. She slowly let her tired thighs collapse until she lay flat. Then her eyes closed and she drifted off or a blissful cloud of satisfaction.
She was still drowsy, but she could hear voices near her. Debbie had pulled away and Mary lay alone. She tried to force herself to concentrate on what they were saying.
"How about you, Davey, aren't you going to grab some of that? I tell you, man, she's the hottest piece of ass I've ever had!!"
Mary heard Davey's smug voice answer. "Well, man, she's already blown me and I'm not too fond of being fifth in line. Slippery decks aren't my style!" He stopped talking for a second, but Mary's hopes of being left alone died when he spoke again!
"You know, she looks good laying there like that. I'll bet that white ass of hers is cherry. What do you think?"
Mary felt a thick chill of fear run through her. Even her fuddled brain couldn't miss understanding what the boy was saying. She felt him wiggling in between her outstretched legs and tried to roll away! Two pairs of hands held her where she was and she was helpless as she felt the cheeks of her buttocks parted. A blunt fingertip prodded against her anus!!
Mary's head rose off of the bags and she tried to talk to the boy behind her. "Ohhhhh, don't, Davey. Please don't do that to me! Owww, that hurts!! I'll do anything else for you, honey, but please don't put it in there. It'll kill me, don't do that!"
Davey ignored her pleas. She felt herself being hauled to her knees. A finger wiped up the inside of her thigh and she felt the slippery fluid being worked up into her puckering anus! She shuddered as he wet his penis by stabbing it up in her vagina for a moment.
When she felt the thick head press against the tight ring of her rectum. She began to moan in anticipation of the pain.
"She's going to yell when I give it to her, man. Why don't you keep her mouth busy so the others don't hear."
Mary was lifted until she was on her hands and knees. She couldn't fight it and suddenly found her mouth filled by a half hard penis as the first bright pains shot through her!
The hands spread her cheeks wide and the blunt head began to force into her tight rectum!!
CHAPTER EIGHT
The broad tip of Davey's cock pressed in against the center of her tight rosette and pushed. Despite all her efforts, Mary felt the lubricated wedge pushing her muscles apart!
"Owoolph Ah plzzz dn't du thuut to mu!!" Mary's pleading words and her moans of pain were muffled by the growing prick that filled her mouth and pressed down against her tongue. The second boy's hands gripped her hair and she couldn't pull herself free. She had to suck and mouth the swelling organ in order to breathe!!
Davey was still drilling into her from the rear. Mary squealed shrilly as she felt the mushroom-shaped head pop in past the ring of ass muscle and stir her steaming bowels!
"Relax, Miss Denning," Davey groaned as her frantic anus gripped him. "Relax your muscles and it won't hurt, I promise." She moaned as a spasm of pain hit her and she clamped down even harder!
Mary heard the boy and tried to do as she was told. It was hard. Everything about this terrible act frightened her and made her tense. But she had to try. Anything was better than the ripping pains that were assaulting her poor anus now!! She forced herself to be calm and let her muscles go slack. For a second, nothing happened, then Davey's fingers tightened on her hips and he shoved forward.
The blonde was stunned! She felt his thick cock twist under the force of his thrust. Then it began to move up inside her virgin rectum!
"Mmmmmm. Oooooo!!" Mary muttered and squealed as the long probe pushed at her bowels. She shivered and couldn't stop the obscene rolling of her fleshy hips. She fought to keep herself slack as the boy filled her nether opening with his bulging meat!
It was so strange to feel his organ moving up her rear! Of course, she'd known people did it this way since she was a young girl. But she'd never thought of it happening to her! Mary grunted and humped her back, pushing her springy bottom back against him. Each stroke, each stretching, tearing stroke of his prick felt better. She wanted to tell him so, but the hard penis in her mouth reduced her words to a pleased sounding gurgle. She bit the fat organ lightly and ran her busy tongue back and forth over the pulpy glans.
The boy in front of her sighed and thrust more of his fat prick into her dripping mouth. A hand slipped under Mary and caught her breast. Hard fingers pinched and pulled her nipples sending little bursts of sensual pleasure down her spine.
Oh, God, it was so good! She rolled and jerked her lively bottom, each frantic movement made the rigid bar stuck up her rectum twist and turn. She heard both boys' frantic panting and groaning and worked even harder. Her head bobbed and twisted as her bottom wiggled and tossed!!
She wasn't even aware of her own state until she felt the first amazing ripples of her orgasm as it lapped at the edges of her sanity!
Davey gave way first. She felt him grow harder and hotter and the first warm spurt of cum wet her bowels! The hot sperm coated his prick and bubbled out of her clamping anus each time the boy pulled back.
Mary loved the wet, oily feeling of his semen flooding her and the first dark wave of her climax crashed down on her! She screamed out against the prick in her mouth and the vibrations of that scream was all it took to bring the second boy off!! She choked and gurgled as she drank the boiling flow of his semen.
Davey and the second boy had pulled away. She lay face down, her lush body still jerked and squirmed as the lovely ripples still ran down her spine. Her mind had long since ceased to function; all that remained of her was a sobbing, sighing, female organism!
She could hear the muted sounds of laughter and words coming from the other side of the blanket and for the first time remembered that almost all of the campers were up here. Had they heard her animal grunts and screams? How many of them had slipped over and peeked behind the blanket screen and watched her? All these questions and more were buzzing around inside of her as she slipped off into the exhausted sleep that her ravaged body needed!!
Something warm and soothing dragged her awake. Her eyes popped open and she found herself staring at the starry sky again. The sensation came again and she felt warm hands parting and lifting her thighs. She wanted to protest, she was sleepy and didn't really want any more sex. But by the time she managed to open her mouth to speak, it felt so nice all she managed was a sigh and a soft murmur of pleasure!
Mary sighed again. She made no effort to see who was treating her with such tender-loving-care. The practiced hands lifted her thighs a little higher. The fingers gently massaged her aching muscles while a warm tongue moved slowly, caressingly up and down the sore tissues of her cunt. Mary shivered a little when she thought of that word, then decided that she liked it. Yes, "cunt" was a perfect word!
The blonde sighed and her lush bottom wiggled as her thighs were pressed back even a little further. Her knees were almost brushing against her chin. It seemed a little undignified but the tongue felt good!
Her hands slipped down her soft belly until her fingers found the hair of the head between her thighs. She groaned and pulled at the hair gently, not trying to hurt but trying to urge whoever it was on!
There was a movement beside her. Lazily Mary turned her head and found a naked Jerry Millar sitting beside her. The boy grinned and moved in a little closer. Mary couldn't help but notice his long prick; it was almost erect and it was growing harder as he watched!
Mary was suddenly a little embarrassed that he should see her like this. She raised herself up slightly, intending to push the head away, but when she peered down between her thighs she found the busy mouth of Alice Dempsy!!
"Oh, my god," the blonde muttured. She tried to straighten out her legs and roll away from the old woman, but the hands held her in place while the broad tongue worked even harder!! Mary groaned as the delicious sensations bubbled up from her clitoris. Each new sensation did it's bit to melt away her embarrassment and her desire to stop!
"Are you okay, Miss Denning?" She heard Jerry's question and nodded distractedly. The broad tongue was working lower with each motion and it was hard to think of anything else. When he lifted her hand and fitted her fingers around his long stalk, Mary hardly noticed. She was staring wide-eyed at the sky as Alice's wonderful tongue began to work in darting circles around her sore little anus!!
The warm saliva from Alice's mouth dripped down on her anus as the firm tongue massaged her nether opening, soothing and rubbing the little pains away. Her hand was racing up and down Jerry's long prick, her thumb rubbed the fat tip on each up stroke. The boy made a sound deep in his throat and rolled over on his side, facing her.
Mary noticed the movement and when she turned her head to look at him she found the long, ivory shaft pointed at her face! For a few moments she stared at the tight head. It had swollen so hard that it was almost purple. She needed no coaxing. She wanted this now! Her head moved forward until she could reach him. She took her time and slowly ran her broad tongue across the boy's swollen glans leaving it wet and twitching. As she did that, Jerry's shuddering sigh told her all she needed to know!
While Alice happily sucked and licked at her anus, she gently sucked and nibbled at the head of Jerry's long cock. She liked it just this way and resisted his efforts to get her to take more. All she wanted was the fat pulpy head, and that was all she took.
Without realizing what she was doing, Mary slipped her hand down between her thighs. She slowly rolled her hard button between her fingers and loved it! Alice must have noticed what she was doing because Mary felt her hand rudely brushed away and a vibrating tongue took its place!
Within seconds, Mary was moaning loudly and her plump thighs were wiggling over her head. She moved her head in short jerking motions.
Jerry was wiggling and pushing his long prick at her, but she still refused to take more than the thick head. She held the tip in the tight oval of her lips as her tongue slathered around and around the underside of the glans. She alternately sucked then blew on his organ.
"Ooooo, suck it harder," she whispered to Alice and dropped her aching legs until she had them wrapped around the woman's graying head. The little librarian made a whining sound in her throat and doubled her efforts. Mary felt a vibration pass through the woman and looked down; now that her legs were down she could see better. Alice lay flat on her belly and it was obvious from the rapid action of her thin, white backside that she was masturbating against the sleeping bags!!
Mary felt her orgasm coming nearer with each hard stroke of Alice's tongue. She forced herself to lay passive, she wanted to feel this one creep up on her, inch by shivering inch!
Jerry was moaning loudly and Mary knew that it wouldn't be long. She loved the feeling as the spongy cock tip moved in and out of her lips. She made loud popping and smacking noises on it once she realized that it made it better for him. He shivered and suddenly stiffened.
"Here it comes, Miss Denning. Get ready, I'm cumming!!" His whispered warning sparked a fire in her, her hand jerked up and down the twitching stem as the first thick spurt of semen covered her tongue.
Remembering the little girl in John's tent, Mary opened her mouth wide and let the gooey mass cover her face as she darted hard licks at the erupting tip with her sperm-coated tongue!
Even as she was shivering and shuddering with the strange feeling of his cum hitting her face and jerking body, her own climax roared through her! "Aggggghhh! Iiiieeee!!" She screamed and moaned and forgot all about laying still. She almost choked poor Alice to death with the vice-like grip of her thighs! She bumped and ground her wet labia against the poor woman's face. Each movement was torture, but each pain also brought unbelievable pleasures along with them!!
Mary was still vibrating and jerking with the lovely after-glow of her orgasm. Jerry lay beside her asleep, his long prick limp and spent on his thigh, Alice Dempsy sat beside her. The little woman was happily wiping her smeared face as she whispered to Mary!
"Oh, my dear, that was so good. I could tell that you liked it too." In her excitement the librarian looked younger and actually pretty! "Perhaps you don't know, my dear, but during the year I usually stay well away from this sort of ... activity. In fact, it is only on trips like this that I ... indulge myself." She smiled broadly at Mary then bent her head and gave each breast a loving kiss before she went on. "I value my personal reputation, Miss Denning. That's why I behave, but ... I would like to break my rule where you're concerned!" She flushed and looked flustered.
"What I'm trying to say is that this has been wonderful and ... I'd love to ... see you now and again during the school year." The librarian suddenly looked worried. "I'd be very nice with you and I wouldn't ask that you return my ... caresses, I'd just like to repeat what we've done tonight!"
Mary saw the tension in the older woman's face and was touched. She reached up and fondled one of Alice's small breasts. "Of course, we'll get together, Alice. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have, believe me." Alice's face broke into a pleased smile and she would have said something more, but she was interrupted by the sound of a cow bell ringing from the camp below!
Looking around for the first time, Mary was surprised to see the gray light of the morning. They'd spent the entire night on the mountain! Davey's voice broke in on her thoughts.
"That's Mr. Anderson's signal bell. Let's make it on down there and see what's happening! Everybody up!!"
Mary dressed hurriedly and ran from the clearing. In the light of morning she realized how foolish she'd been; she had let her passions override her good sense again! How many of those children had seen her? How many knew all the things she'd done behind the flimsy wall of that blanket?
Back in camp Mary was amazed at John's self control. He pretended not to notice that most all of them showing up at his tent were coming down from the hill rather than their tents. To look at the man, no one would know that anything was out of the ordinary.
When everyone was present, John began to speak, a big smile was on his face. "Now listen everyone. I just got word that the road will be cleared in a few hours and that the buses are standing by. So let's have a quick breakfast then strike camp. Remember, we leave the camp ground cleaner than when we found it! Now let's get with it!"
Everyone gave a loud cheer and the camp began to hum. As she was walking away, Mary noticed the plump little girl slip out of John's tent. From the circles under the girl's eyes it was easy to tell where she spent the night! The child lingered by John until he noticed her. He gave her a wide and obvious wink.
Mary hurried back to her tent. It only took her a few minutes to organize and pack, her things. At the last moment she took out some fresh clothing and her toilet things. She could smell the strong musk of sex on her flesh and on her clothing. I don't want to go back smelling like an overworked whore, she told herself.
Mary piled her things outside, then turned her attention on the tent. She jerked and pulled, but was well on the way to being hopelessly entangled in the damn thing when she heard Verna's amused voice.
"Take it easy, darling, or you'll strangle on the ropes! Stand still till I can untangle you."
Mary felt flushed and angry with herself as she had to be helped out of the tangled tent. Once she was free, she moved aside and tried to help as the larger woman expertly folded and tied the tent in a neat bundle.
Verna promptly sat on the bundle and pulled the blonde down beside her. "Let's take it easy for a few minutes, honey. The breakfast crew is just getting started." She caught Mary's hand and gave it a secret little squeeze. Her voice dropped down to a near whisper.
"Hey, darling, I've already heard about the all night party up on the hill. Sounds like you were the belle of the ball!" Verna looked over to a flushed and embarrassed Mary. "Relax! I thought it sounded like a ball. There's no reason to get all up tight now."
Mary turned to the woman and whispered urgently. "Don't you see what I'm upset about? My god Verna, there must have been at least fifteen children who saw me up there last night! Sure, I was behind that stupid blanket but ... well, quite a few boys were there with me at one time or another. Don't you see? How could so many kids keep a secret like that? It's going to be all over town in just a few days!!"
Verna chuckled and squeezed Mary's hand even harder. "Don't be silly, darling, no one will tell." She saw the disbelief on Mary's face. "Look, Mary, I told you that you weren't the first teacher to slip with her students. This sort of thing always happens on these trips. It's almost a tradition!! None of these kids are going to tell because they know that they'll mess things up for their friends and themselves if they do. Not one word will leak out about this, at least no word that will hurt you. Just be cool and trust in these kids." She grinned and waved her hand towards the busy campers as they tore down the camp.
"Haven't you noticed that none of the real squares in the school are here? Only the straight shooters get to come along. The others are discouraged from attending. Just relax!"
The old cow bell rang, announcing breakfast. Verna pulled Mary to her feet and they walked together. As they neared the chow area, Verna murmured to her from the corner of her mouth, "After we eat, let's you and I take a little walk together." She accompanied the invitation with a friendly looking brush at the seat of Mary's jeans!
Even as she took her food and sat down, Mary could still feel the firm pinch Verna had given her bottom. She was a little angry with herself because she not only enjoyed the feeling, but because she was hurrying her meal so that she could get more of the same!
Verna led her down the path and they left the camp. It was cooler in the trees and Mary had to admit that she'd learned to love the smell of the pines and would hate to go back to the dirty air of the city.
The larger woman hadn't spoken or touched her since they left the camp and Mary began to wonder if she'd misunderstood the woman's intentions. Suddenly Verna took her hand and pulled her off the trail. Once they were through the bushes and screened from the trail, the tall brunette stopped and put her arms around her. Mary allowed the woman to tilt her face up and accepted the long and passionate kiss.
By the time that Verna's tongue slipped away and the kiss ended, Mary was warm and tingling all over. She pressed closer to Verna and wished they were laying down so that she could press her aching breasts against Verna's.
Verna began to whisper in her ear as her fingers undid the front of Mary's jeans. "Oooooo, baby, when I heard about all the fun you had last night, I was actually jealous! I wish I'd been with you instead of Alice Dempsy. Wouldn't it have been nice? I would have been right there beside you all the way!" Her fingers tugged the jeans down far enough so that her fingers could begin their quick motions between Mary's labia!
"Wouldn't it have been fun, the two of us laying side by side being balled silly by a couple of teenaged studs? We'll have to try that one day." Verna's fingers were flicking lightly at her clitoris and a hand was massaging her full breasts. The sensation was making them feel very hard and heavy!
Verna whispered again as she slipped to her knees in front of the surprised blonde. "The real reason I brought you out here was to make sure that you and I are going to see each other when we get back." She grinned up at Mary and then darted a few warm licks at her blonde curls before she went on.
"You and I are good together, honey, we owe it to each other! My husband is out of town a lot and we can use my place. Say we'll keep it up, honey!!" Verna buried her face in the silky blonde muff and the tongue darted and danced across the hard and swelling clitoris!
"Oh yes! Yes!" Mary's voice rose. "Yes, we'll get together, Verna." She knew she meant what she was saying, she'd never be able to resist this but she wondered if she was going to have any spare time? She was going to have so many friends coming to call that they'd have to take a number!!
She felt all warm and wobbly as she walked back through the camp. Little tremors rippled through her each time the tight crotch of her jeans rubbed against her raw and tender little love bud!
Verna's voice sounded a little shaky too. "I'll see you later, darling, on the bus." she smiled and turned away, leaving the blonde by her pile of packed things. Mary was suddenly reminded of her need of a bath!
Quickly she snatched up her case and headed for the bathing enclosure. But when she reached the site she found the tarp was down and folded and the barrels empty. She could smell the musk of her lust on her clothing. Her meeting with Verna had only made matters worse and she knew she wouldn't be comfortable until she could clean up.
She moved down to the bank of the stream and followed it until she was out of sight of the camp. She shivered as she slipped out of her things, but the morning sun warmed her quickly. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to step into the chilly mountain stream.
After the first sudden shock, Mary found that she rather liked the cold water and happily began to lather herself with soap. She enjoyed washing away the grime and the smells!
She was so involved in washing her tingling flesh that she didn't hear the new splashing sounds behind her; she didn't know she wasn't alone until a hand reached out and took the soapy cloth out of her hand!
"Let me do that, Miss Denning. I'm a super back washer." Without having to turn around, she knew it was Davey Phillips! She stood very still as the soapy cloth moved in big circles across her back.
She couldn't stop her mind. Mary remembered every moment of the things the boy had done to her the night before. From the moment that she'd found herself kneeling before his hard prick till the last terrible moment when he had wet her bowels with his cum. She recalled each exciting second! Davey must have been thinking about the same things. His low voice sounded loud in her ear as he pressed up against her.
"I just had to see you again this morning. My cock still aches after last night!" He pressed up against her, she felt the fleshy rubbing of his hard organ against her soapy buttocks and knew that he was naked!
Mary darted some quick glances around them, she wanted to make sure that they were alone. Once she was sure that they were, she began to relax and enjoy the feelings and sensations that were flooding in on her. He continued to rub her back with the cloth and she almost felt like purring under the soapy massage.
"I can still feel the nasty thing you did to me," she murmured over her shoulder. To make sure that he understood what she was saying, she reached behind her back and grasped his hard tool!
Davey moved closer to her and transferred his attention to the front of her squirming body. He had rid himself of the washcloth and was openly cupping and rubbing her firm breasts. She still moved her fingers up and down his prick, making sure that he was as big and hard as she could get him! It was hard to decide who was seducing who!
Mary felt the steady pulse in her hard clitoris. When the boy's finger found it and fluttered over it she almost screamed! The cool water of the stream felt soothing to her heated flesh and it helped her keep her head.
Looking around again, she found what she was looking for. Ahead of them she saw a large flat rock raising out of the running water. Keeping a firm grip on his thick organ, Mary stumbled towards the rock, towing him along after her.
Making sure she had a firm footing on the slippery rocks under the water she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the warm, dry top of the big rock. Davey's fingers found her excited cunt again and began to stroke at the hard clitoris from the rear!
Mary sighed as the lovely pleasures his fingers gave her radiated out through her wiggling body.
She pressed his firm stalk between her springy cheeks and kept it there with her fingers as she rolled and shook her bottom. She was terribly pleased when she felt the boy tremble and heard his groan.
Davey's voice came to her over the gurgling sounds the stream made as it flowed around the rock. "Ohhhh, Miss Denning, I've been going crazy all morning! Please, can I fuck you in the ass again?"
Mary tried to keep the amusement she felt out of her voice. "Davey, why do you think I'm all bent over like this?" The boy didn't respond fast enough for her and she tried again, she was burning to feel him in there again! "Go on, Davey, please don't waste any more time! Go on, honey, fuck me in the ass. DO IT!!"
She could still feel the soap between her buttocks as she tried to guide the boy up against her still tight little anus. The soap eased his entry and she groaned and clawed at the rock as the thick knob of his prick pressed past the ring of muscle and entered her again!
Mary gasped and wiggled as she felt the strange pleasure building up in her. Each hurried stroke was almost lifting her off of her feet as his thick cock burrowed deep in her bowels!!
"Ooooo, darling," she crooned to him as she shook and twirled her bottom. "It hurts so nice! What a naughty boy you are to fuck poor Miss Denning in her anus like this! You are naughty and I'm going to punish you by making you shoot all your hot cum up in there!
Davey responded to her little game with a thundering series of thrusts that pulled and stretched her poor rectum! She squirmed and whimpered as the wicked flow of pain and pleasure mixed and blended, the mixture blended with her blood and she gurgled and moaned as the sensation invaded every cell in her body!
"Aggghhh!!" She screamed and slapped her open palms against the rock. She could feel her orgasm ripping at her body and her mind. It was incredible, she'd climaxed without any touch on her clitoris! Davey had brought her to an orgasm by just screwing her anus!
They both heard the loud honking and the throbbing of heavy engines as the buses pulled into camp!
Mary reached back and frantically stroked the boy's naked body. "Hurry, darling," she moaned and shook her soft ass against him. "Hurry, baby, fill me up, screw poor Miss Denning in the ass before we have to go!!"
CHAPTER NINE
Mary jumped out of her chair and began to pace nervously around the apartment. She'd been home for two days and the sudden lack of activity made her feel jumpy and nervous.
She stopped for a moment and stared at herself in the mirror. She saw her own, pretty face staring back at her. Nothing more. She shook her head and began to pace again. She'd stared at herself often since her return. Somehow she expected to see something in her face, something different, something that told of all the changes that had taken place in her. But there was no outward sign!
Being cooped up in the apartment was bothering her. At first she'd been so happy to be home. Being in her own place had soothed and calmed her. But now she felt a little too soothed and calmed!
She didn't really want to go outside. She'd lived in constant fear since their return. She just knew that if she went out she'd hear the ugly rumors and the whispers behind her back.
"But it's been two days! Something should have happened by now!" The sound of her own voice made Mary even more upset; now she was talking to herself!
Each time she heard sounds in the street, she expected to hear an angry group of parents or the police, or both, knocking at her door. But nothing happened! She thought about Verna and was finally beginning to believe what the woman had said.
She tried sitting down and looking at a magazine, but she couldn't concentrate. Ever since she woke up this morning she had felt it. There was a warm, surging feeling in her belly and she knew what it would take to calm that feeling! But each time that she thought of one of the warm, satisfying times she had at the camp she shuddered. Then she would hear the prim voice coldly and viciously accusing her of terrible things. She tried not to listen to the voice, but it overrode every attempt to ignore it!
Without thinking, Mary crossed her thighs and felt the pressure squeeze the warm folds of her labia together. The warm lips, in turn, pressed in on her hooded clitoris. The sharp flash-fire of desire raced through her and she wanted to finger herself or push something up inside of her - anything to relieve the growing pressure she felt!
She was still fighting the urge to masturbate when she heard the doorbell's shrill ring. The sudden sound made her heart leap as she jumped to her feet.
There was a moment's silence, then the bell rang again; its tone was harsh to her ears. She stamped her foot in anger, then hurried to the door, but paused a moment. Was it what she had expected for the past few days? While she was standing there, trying to get up enough nerve to answer it, the bell shrilled again! Her hand reached out in a reflex action and jerked the door open before her quaking nerves could stop her.
The bright sunlight dazzled her for a moment. All she could see at first was the outline of a large man. Her eyes adjusted rapidly and she found herself staring into the twinkling eyes of Jack Phillips!
The big man didn't wait for an invitation. He brushed past her and walked into the apartment! Mary closed the door and stood watching him. She was still numbed with surprise at his appearance at her apartment!
Jack sat down easily on her couch and smiled broadly at her.
"I have your contract for next year, honey. I was coming this way and decided to drop it off in person." He smiled again and patted the cushion beside him. Mary was aware of the faint flutter of excitement as she slowly moved across the room towards him.
As she walked towards the couch, the blonde suddenly remembered that all she wore was her thin robe; she was naked underneath it!
"That's ... very kind of you, Mr. Phillips. But you didn't have to bring it by. The mail would have gotten it here soon enough." She sat at the far end of the couch, keeping as far away as she could.
The florid man chuckled and nodded. "Sure, I could have done that. But then I wouldn't have been able to thank you personally for your work on the camping trip." The smile got broader and he reached out and caught her unsuspecting hand! "And I wouldn't have been able to thank you for your very ... personal attention you showed my son Davey."
His words hit the blonde teacher like a hammer! She stared at him in dumb horror. The man pulled gently at her hand and she meekly allowed him to pull her towards him until she sat very close. The superintendent chuckled again.
"Oh, Miss Denning, from what I hear you had a glorious time at camp. Maybe you should be thanking me for insisting that you go. Mmmmm?"
Mary still couldn't make her numb tongue work. She still stared at him, waiting for another bombshell. The man surprised her. He didn't speak again. Instead, he calmly reached over and pulled the top of her robe loose, baring her full breasts to his bright-eyed gaze!!
She felt frozen and numb as his large paw covered a breast and tweaked a pink nipple until it snapped erect and hard! Mary felt her vagina squirm and a sudden wetness of her vulva made her uncomfortable.
"Damn, you have a luscious pair of knockers, honey," the man muttered as his hand moved to her other breast and did its work on that eager nipple! Mary clenched her fists as a dull feeling of anger began to grow in her. Suddenly she found her tongue and the anger flared bright!
"And I suppose if I don't let you take me like this, you'll tear up my contract and start some ugly rumors that will run me out of town?" She felt proud of herself, whatever else she was, she wasn't a coward!
Jack Phillips just stared at her a moment in surprise. Then her flame of proud anger flickered and went out as he laughed at her!!
"Christ, honey, where did you get a silly idea like that?" He slipped his hand inside his coat and brought out a contract form. "Here, take it," he said, still laughing. "All you have to do is sign it and mail it back, honey, nobody's trying to blackmail you!!"
The contract fell from her lifeless fingers. "Then ... why did you think you could just walk in here and ... grab me and think I'd ... ?"
Jack's laughter stopped abruptly and he pulled Mary close to him. His words scalded her ear. "Why, baby? Because you proved you are a hot boxed cunt on that trip, because you behaved just the way I thought you would when I sent you out there!" His hand tugged at the belt of her robe, then flipped the loose folds aside, leaving her naked!
Mary felt the sudden pressure of his hand and couldn't fight his strength, her thighs parted and his broad finger hooked in her open slit. She gasped at the touch. "Honey, you love to fuck and it's time you admitted it," the big man grated at her. His finger found her swelling clitoris and rubbed it harder!
His voice hissed in her ear. "Now let's knock off all this virgin bullshit, honey. Tell old Jack how you love to fuck!!"
"Ohhh, please, that hurts," she whimpered but he only rubbed harder. It was feeling better every moment and she couldn't stand it! "Aggghhhh, all right! Please ... I love fucking! Now please stop."
Jack Phillips wasn't satisfied with that. He found her hand and pressed it down against his thick prick. Even through the rough material of his slacks she could feel how big and long it was! "Now tell me honey, since you like fucking so much, would you like to be fucked by that big prick? Tell me!"
Mary wanted to push him away, but her hand felt welded to the growing rammer. She clutched at him through his pants. "Ahhhh, yes! Yes I want to be fucked by it!"
"Are you being forced or blackmailed?"
She knew she had to answer him. "NO. No force, no blackmail."
"Do you have your contract? Are you doing this because you want it?"
"Yes, yes, you know why I'm doing it. Please, no more questions!!"
Suddenly the anger seemed to drain away from him. He hugged her closer and Mary shivered as he kissed her with expert skill. This thick tongue worked back and forth across hers and she felt herself melting up against him. When the kiss broke, Mary heard his voice again, but this time it was warm.
"I'm glad that's settled, honey. Now why don't you show me where your bedroom is. I think we're going to need it, don't you?"
Mary let him help her to her feet, then took his hand. She almost ran towards her bedroom!
In the bedroom, Mary stopped and turned to him. He'd been in charge until now. She waited until he told her what he wanted. She wanted it that way; she had an overpowering urge to be taken, to make the man top her like a bull!!
Jack seemed to sense her mood. He slipped off his jacket and began to work on his tie. "Come over here and help me undress, honey. You're a little ahead of me."
Her fingers fumbled and shook as she tore at the buckle of his belt. But Mary finally managed to undo it and pulled down the zipper. She felt the pressure of his hands and slipped down to her knees without a murmur of protest. She helped him pull off his shoes and socks, then helped pull his slacks down his legs. When she did look back up, all she could see was his shorts and the huge bulge in them. He grinned at her and pulled the shorts away from his prick.
Once the huge organ was free of the confining shorts, it jerked upright and Mary found herself gasping at the size and length of the terrible thing!
The man's heavy hand cupped the back of her head. "Go-on, baby. Eat it for a while. I can see you want to do it, so go ahead!" She knew she should be angry at his vulgar words. But instead of complaining, she arched up on her knees and straightened her back so that she could fit her mouth to the purple head of his huge organ. She ran her tongue across the tip. He didn't have to tell her a thing. She gripped his heavy meat as she licked at him. She could feel it pulse and jerk under her fingers as if it had a life of its own! She licked at the tip again and tasted the heavy man-musk of him. She groaned softly and jammed the head in against her tongue as her cheeks hollowed under the tremendous suction she applied to it. Jack grunted and ran his hand over her face, brushing her hair away so that he could watch her as she sucked his prick for him!
"Baby," he groaned after a few minutes, "You're going to have to stop that or I'm going to waste it down your pretty throat!! Hop up on that bed baby, hop!"
Later, she lay across his broad chest. She could feel the heavy beat of his heart slow down to normal. She ducked her head for a moment and caught the shrinking head in her mouth. She sucked and licked at it, catching a few last drops of cum that he hadn't been able to shoot up into her. Each time she moved she could feel the heavy wash of semen inside her vagina. It was lovely and warm like this!
Jack's big hands worked up and down her spine as she suckled at his flaccid cock. He made a little groaning sound in his throat. "Aggghhh, honey, no more! You're going to have to wait a little while if you need any more, but I don't know where you're going to put it, do you?"
She laughed softly and was in the process of pulling at his heavy balls when the door bell rang again. She jumped to her feet and whispered to him. "Now stay put until I see who it is."
As she ran to the door she no longer feared what was going to happen to her. It was easy to see, no matter what happened she had a friend and with a friend like Jack Phillips nothing serious could ever happen!
When she pulled open the door, she found her delighted eyes staring at Jim Russell!! Her hand dropped away from the throat of her gown as she pulled him into the room. She almost giggled when she saw his hungry eyes slip down her naked body. She shook her head and put her finger to his lips.
First she kissed him hard then whispered hotly in his ear. "Just go in the kitchen and wait, lover. I have a very important guest here. Just as soon as I can get rid of him, you and I can make up for missing each other for a whole two days, all right?"
She didn't even bother to look at his pleased reaction. Her hand slipped down his front until she could cup his hard young balls in her palm. She gave them a gentle squeeze then blew him a kiss as she hurried back down the hall.
She smiled to herself at the bedroom door. "Better hurry this along, honey," she told herself. "I think this is going to be one hell of a busy day!"
