The plight of the divorced mother appears to be well known in America. Articles are written about it in national magazines, and it is rare to find an adult who cannot tell a story about a once chaste woman who, following the breakup of her marriage, degenerated into a life of promiscuity and adultery. In fact, it seems to be generally assumed that a divorced woman, regardless of her previous character and conduct, will inevitably degenerate into a life of cheap affairs and illicit couplings. That this assumption is often groundless is unimportant; what is important is that those divorced women who yield to these temptations are treated with tolerance and even sympathy by their friends. After all, it is reasoned, if she could not even control the outcome of her marriage, how can she be expected to control herself now?
Unfortunately this sympathy and understanding, however misguided, does not extend to the mother who has been widowed. A divorced woman has already proved herself unrestrainable by the very fact of her separation; a widow, on the other hand, is the very material that fairy tale books are made of. It is said by more than a few that widows are worshipped in America. Her husband's death has automatically elevated her to sainthood. Suddenly she is expected to see no evil, hear no evil, and above all feel no evil, particularly the "evil" of sexual desire. If she fulfills these outlandish expectations the widow's sainthood is confirmed still further. If she fails, however, she will meet with only abuse and scorn. She was not divorced; she was widowed; she was supposed to be perfect.
In this novel David Harper attempts to analyze this conflict in American attitudes. On one hand Sharon Phillips, our heroine, does possess all the verities of the ideal widowed mother; she is by nature chaste, considerate, modest and an ideal example for her young daughter Julie. On the other hand she is still an exceptionally attractive woman, and in full possession of all the sexual needs and desires that an attractive woman should have. Eventually these desires prove to be her undoing, and it is at this point that the author hopes we shall analyze our own attitudes. Perhaps, Harper reasons, if we sympathize with the fictional character of Sharon, we will sympathize equally with those real life widows who follow a similar path to promiscuity in every city and town in the nation.
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CHAPTER ONE
The dusk spread over the countryside with the inviolable sureness of a machine, diffusing the light into a pale, hollow gray and making the forests murmur with the first sounds of night. For a long time Sharon stood at the entrance to her tent, toying idly with the buttons of her blouse and watching as the sun set slowly behind the far ridge. There were only a few things left that she still liked about being a counselor at camp, but watching the sunset was certainly one of them. From where she stood she could see all of the grounds-the baseball field, the ramshackle wooden building housing, the cafeteria and the supply room, the series of pup tents housing perhaps two hundred boys and the larger tents reserved for the adult counselors like herself-and in the solitary half light they looked almost like statues, or like the relics of Stonehenge she had once seen in a picture book as a little girl. It was pretty like a picture, Sharon thought; it was almost as pretty as she'd dreamed it would be when she'd signed on.
Sharon smiled beatifically and stared at the camp a while longer. Then she drew shut the plastic curtain and withdrew into the interior of the tent. Inside, she thought, was never as nice as outside: with the exception of her late husband's framed photograph and her clothing the tent was like an anonymous black hole that could have been occupied by anyone. Its only furnishings were a cot, a washbasin, a mirror and a footlocker that doubled as a chair if anyone happened to be visiting. Sighing, Sharon stood on her tiptoes and flicked on the bare sixty watt bulb that hung forlornly from the tent's ceiling, powered by the antique generator that supplied all the camp's electricity. Then she slowly began to remove her clothes. She finished unbuttoning her blouse, slid it off her shoulders and reached behind her back for the clasp of her brassiere. When she finally got it undone her ribcage seemed to expand outward like a balloon, and Sharon smiled happily as she took her first really deep breath of the day. Her breasts were extremely large and firm for a thirty-five year old woman, and in order not to feel conspicuous around the camp's many teenage boys she had long ago taken to wearing undersized brassieres that minimized the ample swell of her bosom. She had tried going braless on one of the first days of camp, but that had turned out to be very embarrassing. Her breasts had jiggled and swayed provocatively whenever she'd run, and she'd noticed some of the boys staring at her with big erections in their pants. That had been over a month ago, but even now it still made Sharon blush to think about it.
For a moment longer Sharon stood half naked in the tent, breathing deeply and smiling like a prisoner released from confinement for the first time. Then she kicked off her tennis shoes and sat on the cot. Wincing, she undid her belt buckle and slid her blue jeans slowly over her long tapering legs. That afternoon she had gone on a nature hike with her group of boys, and while traversing the side of the Mannatuppe Ridge she had had to lead them through a tough, dense thicket that covered an unused trail. The branches had scraped her legs, and now the inner flesh of her milk white thighs were bruised and cut in several places. In the pale light of the tent the bruises looked worse than they actually were, but Sharon couldn't help patting the damaged skin tenderly and feeling a little sorry for herself. She had only been counseling at the camp for a month or so, but it seemed that every day she came back to the tent with another bruise. They healed in due time, of course, and in outward appearances Sharon knew she looked no less fresh and beautiful than she always had. But keeping up with a group of energetic boys was hard work for a woman, and it was hard to remember a moment when she hadn't been exhausted. The exercise hadn't made her any happier, either; sometimes Sharon couldn't help wondering if it had been a mistake to sign up as a counselor at all.
It had certainly seemed like a good idea at the time. As Sharon remembered her original enthusiasm she shook her head and smiled sadly; it always struck her funny the way things either exceeded or failed to reach her expectations, without ever precisely meeting them. Actually, at the time it had seemed like a veritable godsend. When she had first read the ad in the paper she had never been more miserable in her life. Her husband had died only three months earlier, and after the funeral everything in Sharon's life had come apart all at once. Walter and she had been married for eighteen years, and they had always been as deeply in love as on the day of their wedding. Over the years Sharon had become accustomed to having a man waiting for her in bed at night, a warm, handsome, sensitive man who could talk to her and tell her how beautiful she was and make love to her whenever she wanted it. His death had come suddenly, and now that she did not have that man anymore Sharon had been completely unable to cope with his absence. Her period of mourning had stretched into a month, then a month and a half, then two months. After awhile her friends had begun to worry about her, but when they realized how listless and unresponsive she was to their offers of help even they left her alone. For the first time Sharon went weeks without cleaning the house. She neglected her personal appearance, paid little if any attention to what she ate and didn't care if she stayed inside the house for days at a time. Deep down inside she had known all the time that she had to take stock in herself, but as hard as she tried to turn over a new leaf she couldn't seem to do it. All she could think of was how lonely she was, how desperately she wanted Walter back to give her the physical, mental, connubial companionship she needed.
In a way, Sharon thought wistfully, it would have been better if her husband hadn't left behind an insurance policy. At least then she would have been forced to go outside, if only to find a job and provide for her material needs. As it was there was no such compunction, and for three months she did little more than eat TV dinners and watch every show that came onto the television. During that time she had hated her life and herself, but she had seemingly been unable to change, and in retrospect Sharon knew that she might have continued wallowing that way indefinitely if she had not happened to buy a copy of The Chronicle at the supermarket. It had been there that she had seen the ad.
The ad. Sharon smiled and giggled wryly as she delicately spread cold cream over her upper legs, massaging the thick white liquid into the small bruises along her inner thighs. There had really been nothing exceptional about it, just another minuscule item in the help wanted section of the classifieds. The Enston Boys Camp needed adult counselors to live-in at the summer camp for the months of June, July and August; responsibilities would include supervising boys ages 10 through 17 in athletic activities and arts and crafts; no experience required, minimum wage plus food and board; that was all. When Sharon had first seen the ad she had passed it over without giving it a second thought. But later that day she had picked up the paper again between soap operas. Her attention had wandered eventually to the ad, and soon she had found herself studying it carefully. A summer camp. Throughout her life Sharon had always cherished the memories of her girlhood summers at camp, and in the midst of her torturous depression over her husband's death the resurgence of that memory was the first bright light she had seen in months. Slowly but surely she had begun to picture herself working as a counselor. She could imagine herself guiding crews of happy young boys through games of softball and capture-the-flag, and the picture was an entrancing one. She would live in the middle of the woods, surrounded by nature. Boys and other counselors would be around her all the time; she wouldn't even have a chance to get lonely. Her days would be spent exercising and taking care of children; for the first time since Walter's death her life would be simple and wholesome and satisfying, as life was intended to be.
In a sense that had been the end of her depression right there. Sharon had spent the rest of that day with the television turned off, studying the advertisement and dreaming of her life in the forest. The next morning she had awakened earlier than she had in months. She showered, put on her best clothes and her happiest smile and drove the station wagon bravely to the address given for the job interview. The interview had gone well, but they had postponed their decision, and while waiting for it Sharon had spent four days in virtual agony, wondering whether she would spend a happy summer in the forests or a miserable one in front of the television. Then they had called in their acceptance. Sharon had practically jumped with joy, and two weeks later she had driven ecstatically to the Manatuppe Range upstate, en route to her new job.
And now here she was. Sharon chuckled and rubbed the cold cream soothingly into a nick on her right breast, smiling luxuriously as her nipples distended stiffly with the sensation. She did not have to remind herself how miserably counseling had failed to live up to her expectations. It was true enough that she lived in the middle of the woods, that she was surrounded by nature and that she had more exercise daily than ever before in her life. It was also true that she was heartily sick of it. The shepherding of gangs of rowdy boys was just more than a woman could hope to accomplish, and sometimes Sharon caught herself hoping never to see another tree or blade of grass or, especially, the interior of a tent. Really, the only reason she'd stayed on as long as she had was that Enston management had shrewdly contracted her for the duration of the summer. If it hadn't been for her name on that piece of paper she would have left weeks ago. And it wouldn't have been just for her own sake, either. It would have been for her daughter, Julie.
Julie. As Sharon thought of her sixteen year old daughter her brow knitted with concern, and she wondered for the umpteenth time why she hadn't seen the light go on yet in her tent. There was no telling where she was, Sharon thought miserably. Here at camp there was never any telling where she was, or what she was doing, what little stunt she was planning to surprise her mother with next; that was the worst problem right there. Julie had always been a little bit wild. As a pre-adolescent she had been in and out of tom-boyish mischief, and even when Walter had still been alive it had been everything the two of them could do to control her. When Julie reached puberty their problems with her worsened. Before it had mostly been a matter of forbidding childish pranks, things that Sharon remembered from her own girlhood and knew how to cope with. But nothing in her own past prepared her for the transformation that overcame her daughter following her first menstrual period. Suddenly her thirteen year old girl fancied herself a Cleopatra, with all the attendant niceties. Julie wanted to wear make-up. Julie wanted a brassiere. Julie wanted a mini-skirt, and a see through blouse, and even a pair of black lace panties! Sharon tried to explain to her that those kind of clothes would make her look like the junior high school's only prostitute, but Julie seemed to like that idea just fine. Because more than anything else she wanted boys. Boys, boys, boys, as many of them as she could get her hands on.
Well, Sharon thought wistfully, it had certainly been a difficult task to restrain her. With Walter's help she had succeeded, however, and until shortly after her sixteenth birthday Julie behaved with at least as much decorum as the average teenager. Then he had died, and all the control Sharon had exerted over her only daughter flew out the window. Two days after the funeral Julie stayed out all night for the first time. During the course of Sharon's three month depression that happened again and again, and just before she saw the ad it had gotten to the point where she hardly recognized her own daughter. Julie indeed looked like a prostitute. Between the ages of thirteen and sixteen her body had ripened into maturity, and Julie certainly seemed to be proud of it; she couldn't have shown more of it if she'd wanted to. Boys called the house constantly, and most of them gave Sharon the impression that the only thing on their minds was sex. She mentioned that to Julie, but Julie only laughed; as far as Sharon could tell that was the only thing on her daughter's mind too.
In a way, Sharon thought, that was one of the most important reasons she'd wanted the counseling job. At the time she'd told herself that it was all for herself, that if she didn't get out of the house and do something about her depression she'd wither and die. In retrospect she knew that that wasn't entirely true. As much as anything else she'd wanted to get Julie out of their neighborhood and into a new environment. Her feeling then had been that Julie's lascivious behavior was in some part due to a poor inter-family relationship; perhaps she didn't feel close enough to her mother, in which case three months in the wilds with her mother as the only familiar face around would surely do some good. They'd simply have to get close, Sharon had reasoned. And when they did get close she'd find out what made Julie behave the way she did.
Unfortunately, Sharon knew now that that reasoning couldn't have been farther off base; in retrospect she couldn't understand why she'd thought that being one of the few girls in a camp full of eager boys would cure Julie's salacious behavior. Just the opposite; Julie had taken to the unfamiliar environment like a duck to water. On the first day Bill Mitchell, the director of the camp, had had to threaten Julie with expulsion if she didn't clothe herself more decently. Since then her behavior had been worse than it had ever been at home. Sharon hardly ever saw her, and when she did Julie was invariably arm in arm with one or more of the older boys. Fortunately, there had not yet been any rumors of Julie going to bed with any of them; for that matter, Sharon had never had any concrete reason to suspect her daughter's virginity. But that final step was more than likely, and the danger of it made Sharon hope that much harder that the summer would soon be over. In a way she could hardly believe Julie would want to act the way she did. As a girl Sharon had never considered going to bed with a boy, even though she had been considerably more attractive than her by-all-accounts-beautiful daughter. Her first taste of sex had been on the night of her wedding, and she had never regretted saving herself since.
Though she did regret having to save herself now. Sighing, Sharon replaced the cold cream on the footlocker and again stood on her tiptoes to turn off the light, enveloping the tent in darkness. Then she pushed her fingers under the hem of her bikini panties and slid them slowly down her long tapering legs, leaving herself completely naked. As much as it embarrassed her she knew that thinking about her daughter's sexual wantonness had excited her; there was no mistaking the pulsing warmth in her pussy, and she knew that she would have to masturbate. Sharon pulled aside the sheets and slid into the cot, already anticipating, eagerly and shamefully, the excitement her finger would give her as it stroked rhythmically through the dampening slit of her vagina. These days it seemed that she masturbated more and more; sometimes she even hurried back to her tent at break, giving herself orgasmic release as often as five times a day. She didn't want to, it humiliated her to think of herself behaving this way as an adult, but she just couldn't help herself. Sometimes she was sure she couldn't help anything she did.
And it just wasn't fair. Sharon pulled the covers tight over her bosom and bit her lip, making a last effort to restrain the ravenous passion that raged through her loins. It just wasn't fair that a woman who looked as good as she did should have to go to bed so horny and frustrated. There was no doubt that she was attractive. When she had married Walter she had been one of the most beautiful women in the city, and eighteen years of marriage had done nothing to detract from her appearance. Her lovely wide-eyed, soft-cheeked face was unblemished by a single line or wrinkle; her hair was as long and thick and blonde as it had ever been. And her body, particularly her body ... at the age of thirty-five Sharon still retained a mouthwateringly voluptuous figure that the vast majority of women would never get close to in their lives. Her breasts were large and firm and exquisitely shaped, highlighted by a slim, trim waist that had not thickened appreciatively since her girlhood; she could still fit comfortably into her wedding dress. Her hips were solid and lithe, the cheeks of her buttocks plump and delicately rounded; when she wore shorts the sight of her long, tapering, milk white thighs still made men's eyes bulge on the street. Men had always wanted to go to bed with her, ever since she was a teenager. Sharon could still remember how aroused Walter had been on the night of their wedding. He had stayed aroused, too; after five, ten, fifteen years of marriage they had both remained as perpetually horny as newlyweds, sometimes having sex two and three times in a single night. And over the years Sharon had become accustomed to those pleasures. Shortly after her marriage she had discovered how strong her sex drive really was, and the sexual bliss a husband could give her. Sometimes she had thought that she couldn't get enough of his body: his leanly muscled nakedness, the erect shaft of his tumescent organ, the indescribable filled-up sensation it gave her as he slid his throbbing cock into her eagerly splayed cunt. And now Sharon knew she might never have that delicious pleasure again. She certainly could not have Walter, and if she didn't get lucky soon she wouldn't have any man, either; she would spend the rest of her life as a beautiful but lonely, desirable but frustrated widow.
And that, Sharon thought, was the only good thing about being a counselor: Bill Mitchell. Bill Mitchell was the permanent director of the boy's camp. He was unmarried (another widow, actually), 40 years old, and unlike Sharon did show some signs of aging; his once lean body had gone slightly flabby around the middle, and his short black hair showed how rapidly he was balding. Still, he was an extremely handsome man. More important, he was a decent and eligible bachelor. Sharon was sure she had seen some interest in Bill's eyes, particularly when she had deliberately worn her tightest pair of shorts and most provocative blouse to dinner one night, and if she had anything to do with it that interest would shortly be brought to fruition. One thing was for sure; she wouldn't save herself until marriage this time.
No; she'd go to bed with Bill just as soon as he wanted to. Sharon whimpered with desire and rolled onto her side in the cot. Without her conscious approval her hand strayed over the firmness of her belly to her pubic triangle. A moment later she felt her clitoris erecting against her finger and then, almost before she knew it, Sharon was masturbating as hard as she could. Her naked body stiffened from head to toe, and she wantonly began to gyrate her lithe hips against the thin mattress, shamefully thrusting the pouting, hair fringed lips of her pussy into the stabbing impalement of her finger. Already she could feel the walls of her cunt clinging wetly to it, and the delicious sensations that raged through her loins told her that she would cum very soon. Sharon whimpered more loudly and began to masturbate even harder. There was no helping it, she thought miserably. Walter had introduced her to sex, and now that she knew its pleasures it was impossible not to think about it, to want it more badly than she wanted anything else in life. She couldn't let herself sleep with just anyone, but if something didn't happen with Bill Mitchell very soon she might find herself doing just that, if only to have the meaty thickness of a male organ again buried inside her loins. There were just some things that a person couldn't control.
CHAPTER TWO
"So what do you think she's doing?" Julie asked.
Steve, an athletic, blonde sixteen year old resident of the summer camp, peered through the opening of his tent at the counselors' area across the field. The light in Sharon's tent had been extinguished a few minutes earlier, and since then he hadn't been able to see or hear anything. Steve muttered an obscenity under his breath and squinted his eyes to look harder. But he still couldn't see anything-the counselors' tents were made of a very thick canvas, and without the light inside no shadow could be made out within-and after a moment he dropped his eyes to his lap. His blue jeans were unzipped, and his meaty erection bobbed luridly against his T-shirt, supported by Julie's fingers wrapped tightly around the base. As Steve stared at his loins Julie tightened her grip and shamelessly stroked his bloated organ, making his cock swell even harder. Steve smiled.
The three of them-Steve, his best friend Mark and Sharon's vixenish daughter Julie-were sitting on the cot in Steve's tent, idly fondling each others' genitalia and looking for signs of life inside Sharon's tent. Julie was sitting in the middle. She had removed her blue jeans, and her slender, shapely thighs were splayed wide apart, revealing the hair fringed fissure of her pussy. As the three of them peered through the opening of the tent both Mark and Steve stroked their fingers through the damp, fleecy curls of Julie's pubic triangle, titillating her erected clitoris and "keeping her hot in general," as Mark sometimes put it. In turn Julie kept her fingers wrapped tightly around the shafts of their pricks, squeezing the blue veined trunks occasionally to keep them as interested as she was.
Between seven and eight p.m. the three of them had been seated in pretty much the same position for most of the summer. Both Steve and Mark had wanted to fuck Sharon very badly since her first day at camp, and when they had learned that it was possible to observe her undressing-or at least her shadow undressing-the hour between sunset and darkness had become their favorite time of the day. Julie had never had any objections to joining them. She had been fucking both boys several times a day since the first week of camp, and as far as she was concerned anything that turned them on could turn her on too; it did not bother her in the least that the object of their desire was her own mother. Since then their voyeuristic scrutiny of Sharon's silhouette had become a cherished ritual. First, while the light was on, they watched her shadow as she undressed. Then the light was turned off, and for a few minutes they listened for any significant sounds in the night; once Mark had been sure he had heard her masturbating, and that had excited the three of them more than anything else to date. Eventually it would be obvious that Sharon was sleeping. Then the three of them would talk about what they had seen, and compare notes as to what they hoped to see in the future. This conversation would gradually become more and more libidinous, and usually they would wind up fucking. Steve was pretty sure they would screw tonight. Julie's pussy felt very wet against his fingers, and he knew his erection was as stiff and hard as it could get.
"Steve!" Julie said poutingly. "You didn't answer my question. What do you think she's doing?"
Steve looked at Julie and grinned. Her face was flushed and excited, and he could feel her vaginal lips throbbing needfully against his fingers. Sometimes he thought that watching her mother undress excited her even more than it did him.
"Sleeping, I guess," he said quietly. "I know what I wish she was doing, though."
"Ooooooooh," Julie mewled. She arched her buttocks shamelessly, thrusting her pubic mound into Steve's fingers. "What?"
"I wish she was jacking off," Steve replied. "I wish she was jacking off really hard, and moaning and groaning loud enough for us to hear her."
"Oh, that's good," Julie sighed. She removed her hand from his erection and placed it on his own, pushing his fingers farther into the clasping wetness of her cunt. "I love it when you fantasize, it gets me so hot. What else do you wish she was doing?"
Steve giggled. "You know what I wish she was doing. I wish she was fucking me. I wish she was right here in the tent, with all her clothes off. I wish I was lying on the cot with my hard-on sticking up, and I wish she'd just climb on the bed and squat over me and stuff my cock all the way into her pussy. And then she'd go up and down, up and down, faster and faster, and I'd suck her big tits, and she'd say, 'Oh Stevie, oh Stevie, that feels so good!' "
"Oh God" Julie whimpered. She held Steve's wrist tightly in her hand and began to forcibly thrust his fingers in and out of her clinging pussy. "This is really getting me really, really horny! What do you wish she was doing Mark?"
There was no answer, and after a moment both Steve and Julie looked at him. Mark was masturbating furiously. His pants were around his ankles and his fingers tightly encircled the purplish, blue veined shaft of his bloated organ. As they stared at him he stroked it savagely with his fist, making the spongy head throb luridly with its engorgement of blood. His eyes were closed tight, and he did not seem to be aware of anything except the uncontrollable heat in his loins; evidently their conversation and the sight of Sharon's naked silhouette had excited him more than he could stand.
"Oh my God, oh Jesus!" Julie exclaimed. She leaned over Mark as far as she could, so that her face was directly over the meaty thickness of his stiff prick. For several seconds she simply stared at it transfixedly, like a starving man drooling over a plate of food. Then she suddenly turned back to Steve. She let her head rest against Mark's naked thigh and stretched out completely on the cot, arching her back slightly and wantonly splaying her slender thighs as far apart as they would go, thus revealing the hair fringed fissure of her vagina. As Steve stared at the pouting lips of her moist pussy Julie looked at him anxiously and rubbed her erect clitoris.
"Stephen," she said excitedly.
"Yeah?" Steve said.
"Fuck me, Steve," Julie mewled. She rubbed her clitoris more quickly and looked at him pleadingly. "O God fuck me really hard, I can't wait anymore. Please Steven hurry!!"
For a long moment Steve simply stared at her. Her fingers had parted the fleshy, swollen lips of her cunt, and he could see the bright pink walls of the sheath within, as well as the turgid bud of her clitoris. The sight aroused him tremendously. Since the beginning of the summer he had fucked Julie more times than he could remember, but there was something about the horny teenage girl's willing, supple body that still excited him incredibly. The shaft of his dick was completely erect, and as he stared at Julie's cunt he felt its meaty thickness throbbing with the need for orgasm.
"Ste-van!" Julie whimpered uncontrollably. She arched her back higher off the cot and stabbed her fingers rhythmically into the gurgling slit of her pussy, masturbating shamelessly. "Steven, hurry!"
"All right," Steven replied. He stood up and pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing the lean, athletic musculature of his upper torso. Then he undid the last button on his jeans and let them fall to his ankles, leaving him completely naked. The thick blue veined shaft of his meaty erection stood out before him like a divining rod, the swollen glans bobbing luridly against his stomach. Steve had reached puberty three years earlier at the age of thirteen, and ever since he had had an extremely large cock. He had lost his virginity at fourteen to his babysitter. She had spent most of that first night giving him one blow job after another, and when he had asked why she had said that he had such a big beautiful prick that she couldn't get enough of it in her mouth. From that time onwards he had screwed countless willing teenage girls, and they had all said more or less the same thing: that they couldn't get enough of his extremely large cock. Sometimes Steve thought that was the main reason Julie had so eagerly been fucking him and his best friend Mark all summer.
"Oh Steven please fuck me, please!" Julie pleaded. She darted her fingers even more quickly into her pussy and began to gyrate her naked buttocks on the cot in the convulsive rhythms of fucking. "God, hurry please, just do it now!"
"Okay," Steven said softly. He grinned lewdly, amused by Julie's wanton arousal, and gripped the tumescent thickness of his prick tightly in his hand. Then he climbed onto the cot, kneeling between the young girl's nakedly splayed thighs. The pungent aroma of her vaginal juices seemed to fill the entire tent, and as he smelled the tantalizing scent his loins pulsed with new excitement. Steve gulped and paused a moment to savor the sight of her willing, naked body. Then he planted his hands firmly into the mattress to either side of her shoulders and leaned forward so that his body was poised over her, the purplish head of his dick touching luridly against the sizzling cleft of her pussy.
"Do you want it now, Julie?" he said. Steve flexed his buttocks so that the tip of his erection barely parted the lips of her pussy, teasing her. "Tell me how bad you want it!"
"Unhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Julie whimpered. She shook her hair wildly back and forth and grasped needfully at his meaty cock, trying to pull it inside her. Her pretty face was contorted in an expression of unabashed lust; it was obvious that she was at the peak of excitement. "Fuck me Steven! Please don't make me wait anymore, oh please! Awwwwwww Steven please!"
Steve chuckled and shook his head. Then he lowered his hips and slowly slid his blood engorged member into Julie's cunt. Immediately droplets of sweat beaded on his forehead, and he bit his lower lip hard. Julie's pussy was extremely tight. Only the first several inches of his organ were inside, but already he could feel the damp pressure of her vaginal furrow clinging deliciously to his erection, the walls of her pussy milking and sucking at the blue veined stiffness of his member as if to draw every inch of it inside her.
"Oh God oh God oh God!" Julie squealed. Instantly her agonized grimace evolved into an obscene smile of sexual pleasure. She whimpered and threw her legs tightly around Steven's waist, locking his body feverishly against her own. Then he gyrated her hips madly on the cot, thrusting her hair fringed pussy into the stabbing impalement of his erect member. "Oh Jesus your cock is so big! Fuck me Steven, oh God I can't wait! Fuck me! Awwwww awwwww fuck me!!!"
Steven didn't say anything. Instead he readjusted his position on the cot, making himself as comfortable as possible between the enveloping grip of Julie's thighs. Then he slowly slid every inch of his bloated organ into her cunt. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment his vision blurred. Julie's pussy was the tightest he had ever had, and every time he fucked her it took him a moment to adjust to the incredible sensation. The walls and lips of her vagina seemed to literally suck at his dick, sucking and licking and milking at it almost as if her pussy were giving him a blow job. The hairy sac of his testicles touched the beginning curve of her tight buttocks, and already he could feel the sperm churning in his balls. He knew he would not be able to fuck her long before he spurted his semen deep into her belly, and he wanted to enjoy every second that he had.
"Ungghhh," Steve grunted. He bent his elbows and let his torso fall into Julie's naked body. Then he flexed his buttocks and lifted his hips up and down, up and down, rhythmically sliding his meaty erection into the clinging wetness of her pussy.
"Uhhhhh!" Julie moaned. Immediately her smile broadened lasciviously, and with every thrust of Steve's massive organ in her cunt she whimpered helplessly. "Oh that's so good," she cried. "Fuck me harder Steven! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
Groaning and grunting, Julie threw her milk white thighs higher across Steven's body, locking them tightly around the middle of his back. Then she pounded her jiggling buttocks off the cot in an animalistic frenzy of lust, shamelessly thrusting the hair fleeced mound of her tight pussy into Steven's throbbing cock. Steven grunted and began to fuck her harder and harder. With every impalement of his organ he could feel her cuntal lips sucking luridly at his bloated shaft, making his testicles ache with the force of his impending cum. After a moment his breathing became labored, and he could feel the sweat pouring off of his hard young body. But he didn't care. All he could think of was the nine inch shaft of his blood engorged member sliding in and out of Julie's gurgling vaginal fissure, the way the spongy, swollen head throbbed and ached deep inside her belly. Steven groaned and locked his arms tightly around Julie's back, drawing her slender nakedness closer to him. Then he flexed his buttocks and pounded his meaty erection into her cunt with all the force he had in him, fucking her as hard as he possibly could.
"Unh unh unh unh unnnnnhhhhhh!" Julie squealed. Eagerly she locked her ankles around Steven's waist and bounded her buttocks on the cot in a blur of wanton arousal, willingly meeting every ravishing thrust of his swollen organ. Her face was flushed and moist with her ravenous passion, and every time Steven hammered his hips between her nakedly splayed thighs her smile seemed to broaden further, becoming even more obscene, as if she could never get enough of his tumescent erection deep inside her belly. There was nothing she loved more than having Steve fuck her. She had told him that many times, told him how good it felt to have his enormous cock filling up her cunt and belly, how delicious it was to have his erect shaft chafing against her clitoris and making her cum again and again. Just as she was about to cum now.
"Harder Steven, harder!" Julie whimpered. She mewled gutturally and suddenly threw her arms tightly around his neck. Then she drew his head into her firm young breasts, directing his mouth to the swollen buds of her stiffly distended nipples. "Suck them," she cried, gasping as she felt his tongue twirl lewdly around her aureoles. "Oh, suck them suck them yes ... unh ... yes that's right, suck them harder! Oh God Steve, fuck me! Awwwwwww! Fuck me I can feel it coming, I'm going to cum unhhhh fuck me as hard as you can!"
Suddenly Julie's body stiffened from head to toe. Her breath caught in her throat, and as Steve continued to hammer his rampant member into her cunt she seemed momentarily insensible to the stabbing ravishment of her body. Then it was as if a dam had been broken, and the guttural passion in her loins was loosed all at once. Squealing and whimpering like a dog in heat, the naked teenager released her thighs from Steve's heaving back and dug her feet into the far sides of the cot, spreading her slender thighs as far apart as they would go. Then she arched her back hard off the mattress and gyrated her plump, tight buttocks faster and more needfully than ever before, eagerly trying to get every satisfying inch of Steve's massive member into the dampened slit of her pussy.
"Unhhhhhhh!" she groaned. "Fuck me Steve I'm cumming! Awwwwwww harder harder harder I'm going to cum! UNHH-HHHHHH Oh yess yes YES I can feel it oh-hhhhhh AWWWWWWW AWWWWW! FUCK ME! FUCK ME I'M CUMMING' UNH UNH UNHHHHHHH CUMMIING CUUUMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG-GG!!! Ahhhhh ... oh yes yes ... ahhhhh-hh ahhh ahhhhh ... "
For a long moment Julie remained poised motionless on the cot, her buttocks cheeks contracted as she arched her back, Steve's throbbing erection buried completely in her cunt as she savored the consummating spasms of orgasm that ravaged her loins again and again. Then she sighed salaciously, and then she relaxed completely. "Oh Steve," she whimpered. "Oh Steve that was so good!" Julie folded her arms around his neck and again locked her thighs tightly around his waist, clutching him needfully to her shapely naked body. Then she kissed him affectionately on the lips, darting her moist tongue deeply into his mouth in gratitude for the sexual satisfaction he had just given her with his well endowed prick.
Steve continued to kiss Julie passionately for a long time. His blood engorged member was rock hard and still laving in the clinging folds of her pussy, and he knew that it would not be much longer before he would have to fuck her again. Then he noticed something stir to the right of the cot, and turned his head to see what it was.
It was Mark. The slender, brown haired young boy was standing next to them, looking down at their naked embrace and holding his tumescent erection tightly in his fist. He was naked, and his boyish musculature gleamed lightly with sweat.
"Oh Mark," Julie said, looking up at him in surprise. Her eyes immediately focused on the blue veined stiffness of his organ, and a subtle mischievous smile played across her lips. "Oh Mark, I'm sorry. I forgot all about you."
Mark didn't say anything. Instead he simply held the trunk of his meaty erection tighter in his fist and stroked it rapidly, masturbating openly as he stared at Julie's desirable sixteen year old body. In a way, Steve thought, he was a very strange boy. He rarely said anything, and almost never said what he wanted. Instead he only demonstrated his desires with some sort of action, as he was doing now.
"Oh Mark," Julie sighed. "God, that looks really hard." She opened her eyes wide and stared hungrily at the shaft of Mark's member, moistening her lips with her tongue. Steve knew that Julie loved to look at and fondle boys' erect penises. Sometimes after they finished fucking her she made them lie on the cot for hours on end, just lying there while she stroked and sucked and played with their erections. She never could seem to get enough of sex.
"Unh," Mark muttered. He momentarily quickened the pace of his masturbating, stroking his rampant member into full stiffness. Then he took his hand away and advanced a step closer to the bed, so that the swollen, purplish glans twitched luridly directly in front of Julie's face.
For a second Julie didn't say anything. Instead she sighed longingly and stared transfixed at Mark's penis, as if nothing gave her more pleasure than having it so close to her. Then she lifted her hand and wrapped the fingers around the shaft. As she looked at the head of his cock, pulsing and gorged with blood, she stroked his meaty thickness quickly with her fingers.
"Do you want me to give you a blow job," she asked, giggling salaciously. "Come on Mark, tell me what you want. I'll suck it if you want me too."
"Yeah," Mark said. He grinned nervously and lightly flexed his buttocks, making his rampant organ swell and bound in Julie's hand.
"Mmmmm," Julie mewled salaciously. She removed her fingers from his erection and propped herself up on her elbow, so that her naked torso faced Mark and his erect prick was directly in front of her mouth. Then she raised her free hand and again wrapped her fingers tightly around the shaft of his bloated organ. Holding it, she opened her mouth wide and let the spongy head of his cock enter her parted lips. Then she clamped her lips tightly around the blue veined shaft and began to wetly suck his dick. As Steve watched the blow job he could see Julie's flushed pink cheeks suctioning rhythmically, intensifying the pressure around Mark's meaty member. She tightened her grip around the shaft and began to stroke it rhythmically, jacking him off even as she continued to suck the head with her willing lips.
The sight was more than Steve could stand. As Mark groaned and Julie sucked he could feel his erection swelling to new hardness in the folds of her clinging pussy. Groaning, he dug his hands into the cot and raised his body so that his chest hovered over her breasts, only his hips touching her loins as he kept his prick buried in her cunt. Then he rapidly contracted his buttocks, again sliding his turgid organ rhythmically into the gurgling, cum soaked slit of her pussy.
"Ummm!" Julie whimpered. "Oh good! Ummmm!" Without removing her sucking lips from Mark's organ she splayed her thighs far apart, making it easier for Steve to fuck her. Then, excited by the throbbing member in her pussy, she began to suck Mark's erection much harder. She laved her tongue wildly around the beet red glans, pursing her lips salaciously around his dick and stroking the stiffened base wildly with her fingers. It was as if the three teenagers had been joined in some sort of depraved sexual machine, with the movements of one part reflexively affecting the performance of the rest; the harder Steve fucked Julie's cunt, the more eagerly she would suck Mark's erection.
"Oh Jesus," Julie whimpered. She momentarily withdrew her lips from Mark's cock and looked at Steve. Her face was contorted in an expression of animalish desire, and when their eyes met the pleading in her face was obvious. "Harder Steve, harder," she groaned, awkwardly grinding her hips as she continued to hold firmly to Mark's bloated organ. "Oh harder, harder, harder! Fuck me Steven, that feels so good!"
Obediently Steve increased the rhythm of his fucking. He planted his hands more firmly into the cot and revolved his hips in a frenzy, furiously stabbing his long hard penis into the clinging wetness of Julie's pussy. Julie moaned gratefully and again returned her attentions to Mark's meaty dick. She opened her mouth wide and clasped her lips tightly around his turgid shaft, stroking it faster and faster with her hand. Then she suddenly tilted her head and flared her nostrils. Immediately all eight inches of Mark's throbbing erection disappeared down her throat, so that only the base and the sac of his bloated testicles remained outside the wet O of her lips. As Steve watched he paused for a moment, amazed that Julie could breathe with so much of Mark's massive shaft buried in her mouth. But it did not seem to bother her at all. Instead she only sucked Mark's penis that much more eagerly. She lifted both her hands and dug her fingers luridly into his buttocks. Then she began to forcibly draw his hips in and out with her hands, shamelessly fucking herself in the mouth as she bellowed her plump cheeks around his blood engorged member in a wanton frenzy of sodomy.
"Ungghhh!" Mark grunted. He gasped and opened his eyes wide, like he could not believe that the sixteen year old girl could possibly take so much of his cock down her throat. Then the gasp tapered off into an obscene smile of utter pleasure. Groaning and moaning, Mark let his hands fall easily into Julie's long brown hair. Then he began to rhythmically draw her head in and out over the blue veined stiffness of his prick, fucking her in the mouth so hard that the orbs of his bloated balls slapped luridly near her chin with every thrust.
"Jesus," Steve mumbled. For several seconds he stopped fucking Julie entirely, instead lifted his head to stare at what she was doing with Mark. He simply could not believe she could get so much of his dick down her throat. Mark's cock was at least eight inches long, and just as thick; Steve could not imagine how she breathed around it, or how good it must have felt to Mark to have all of his engorged organ soaking between her sucking lips. Then he groaned loudly and returned his attention to the hair fringed fissure between Julie's wantonly splayed thighs. He could feel the pouting lips of her moist pussy clinging reflexively to his meaty erection, and the sensation seemed to become even more exquisite as she continued to suck Mark. Grunting, Steve lifted his hips, withdrawing his engorged member until only the spongy head separated the pink lips of Julie's cunt. Then he rapidly thrust it all the way back in again. Faster and faster he drew his massive erection in and out of her cunt, fucking her with all the strength he had in him.
"Unh unh unh unnnnnnnhhhhhh!" Julie mewled. She drew her head back, withdrawing the shaft of Mark's prick from her throat. Then she again wrapped her lips hungrily around the first several inches of his cock and sucked the head lasciviously, laving her tongue wildly around the purplish glans and darting it feverishly into his cum hole. "Fuck me Steven!" she whimpered, gasping out the words as she continued to suck furiously at Mark's engorged member. "Oh yes, yes that feels so good! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder and make me cum!"
Suddenly Steve realized he was about to cum. His back arched involuntarily, thrusting his tumescent organ to the hilt in Julie's reeking vaginal slit. He could feel the seminal fluid clotting in his testicles, and his dick grew momentarily as hard as it could possibly get, throbbing stiffly deep inside Julie's belly. Then the sperm gushed furiously from his twitching cock head. There was so much of it that Steve was amazed he could carry it all inside him, and as the deliciously pleasurable spasms of orgasm racked his balls he groaned luridly with the sensation. Then finally it was over. Sighing, he lowered his head and let his body relax on top of Julie's jiggling breasts. Already he could feel his cock starting to soften within her.
"Ungghhh!" Mark grunted. He dug his fingers forcibly into Julie's scalp and furiously thrust his throbbing erection in and out of her sucking lips. Then he relaxed from head to toe, and a lurid smile of obscene pleasure covered his face; just from looking at him Steve could tell that he was cumming too. Julie mewled eagerly and immediately began to work her cheeks in and out, doing her best to drink down every drop of his creamy white semen. But there was too much of it; it filled her mouth completely and ran lewdly out of her moist lips, running in a white thick stream down the corner of her mouth.
Then they were finished, at least for the time being. Mark winced and delicately withdrew the shaft of his ravaged member form Julie's mouth. It was red and covered with saliva, and as he handled it he sighed, looking as if he were afraid that the horny teenager's frenetic sucking had somehow damaged it. Then he sat down on the cot. His face clouded over, and he assumed his usual mystified, not-altogether-there expression, staring dreamily at the sides of the tent and the black forest night outside. He was, Steve reminded himself, certainly a very strange boy.
"Sorry you didn't cum," Steve said, addressing Julie almost politely. "I just couldn't hold out any longer."
Julie giggled. Her cheeks were still flushed with her arousal, and her naked body was coated with a fine sheen of sweat. She looked very happy, as she always did after the two boys had fucked her.
"I already came once," Julie said, looking at Steve affectionately. She giggled and leaned forward to give him a loving kiss on the cheek. Then she laughed loudly at nothing in particular, as if she were remembering an old joke.
"I'll tell you one thing, though," she said. "I sure am glad mother decided to take me to camp for the summer. And it's a good thing she came with me too! If she wasn't around to make you two so horny I don't know how I'd get you to fuck me so much!"
Steve smiled and leaned back on the cot, staring at the top of the tent. As he thought of Sharon, remembered her beautiful face and her incredibly voluptuous body, his face became almost as dreamy as Mark's, and in spite of having just cum he felt a familiar twinge of lust course through his loins. It was true; Sharon made both Mark and he hornier than any woman they had ever seen before in their lives.
"Yeah," he said softly. "Well you just wait til we figure out a way to fuck her. Blackmail, dirty tricks, I don't give a shit what it takes. Soon as we get a way to climb between those superfine legs of hers you'll think we're Trappist Monks now in comparison."
"Just as long as I get to watch," Julie shot back, lifting her eyebrows knowingly.
CHAPTER THREE
"Anyhow," Bill Mitchell continued, "I don't think you have to worry too much about Greg acting up anymore. I had him in for a long talk this morning-the usual you've-been-a-bad-boy stuff, you know-and though he is a pretty fair sized pain in the ass he's also pretty mature, at least for a thirteen year old. So I don't think you have to worry about his acting up. But if he does please don't hesitate to bring him in to see me, Sharon. I mean, this is a boy's camp, not a reformatory. We might not want his type around."
Sharon nodded her head quickly in agreement and tried to concentrate on what the camp director was saying. But it was very difficult. It was now eleven in the morning, and for the past half hour the two of them had been sitting in Bill's administrator's tent, discussing some of the problems Sharon had been having with her boys. Several times already Bill had made good suggestions that were bound to help her, but Sharon knew already that she would forget every single one of them as soon as she got outside the tent. All she could think of was how badly she wanted Bill Mitchell to be her lover, and what might be the best possible way of seducing him.
Her desire for him seemed to be growing more and more ravenous with every day that passed. He was not, Sharon was the first to admit, a particularly handsome man. Bill was forty years old, and contrary to the TV/Hollywood image there were really very few men that old who weren't starting to show their age. But in a way his looks hardly mattered. The important thing was that Sharon had identified him as a good eligible bachelor the moment she saw him, and as such he had simply been equated with the frustrated widow's need for emotional and sexual fulfillment. It was like Pavlov's experiments, Sharon thought wistfully; the dogs would begin salivating hungrily as soon as the professor rung the bell, even though there was no instinctive connection between the noise and food at all.
"Vincent Moretti," Bill continued. He held up the boy's file and scrutinized it carefully. Then he put it on his desk and looked at Sharon. "You say this kid is giving you trouble too?"
"Hmmmm?" Sharon queried absent-mindedly. "Oh Vincent, yes, oh yes, he's really been a chore."
"What's he been doing?"
"Oh," Sharon shrugged, "calling attention to himself, shouting out when I try to give directions, that sort of thing. The way boys do, you know."
"Well, I'll tell you what you do," Bill said easily. He smiled and confidently leaned forward in his chair, acting like someone very proud of his knowledge. "This is kind of like tricking him in a way, but the main thing is that is almost always works. You reward him. Next time Vince gives you any trouble you look at him real sternly, tell him you want to see him after the period. Ten'll get you one that'll scare the crap out of him; these aren't bad kids, they aren't used to being punished, I guarantee you he'll spend the next half hour in fear of what you're going to do. Then ... "
Sharon stopped listening. Instead she bit her lower lip with frustration and glanced nervously between Bill's desk and his spacious (comparatively) cot. She just couldn't stand it anymore. Bill wasn't acting sexual at all, but just being around him made her so horny that she could hardly control herself. Under her cotton blouse her nipples were distended stiffly against her brassiere, and she could feel the pouting lips of her moist pussy throbbing wetly with the need for copulation. Oh God, Sharon thought pleadingly, please don't let me make a fool of myself. She didn't like to be the aggressor sexually, but now it was as if she didn't have any choice. All she knew was that she couldn't wait a moment longer.
Oh well, Sharon thought, smiling with brave humor. It was the oldest trick in the book, but it would have to do for now ...
"Owwwww!" Sharon exclaimed suddenly.
"Hmmm?" Bill said. He dropped Moretti's file and looked at Sharon with automatic concern. "What's wrong?"
"It's ... owwwwww! A cramp!" Sharon said. She winced in simulated agony and fiercely rubbed the naked, milk white flesh of her shapely right thigh, bare to the hem of her khaki shorts. "Oh God it hurts! Ow-wwwwww! Oh please Bill, help me!"
"Sit on the bed," Bill said immediately. He stood up and walked around the side of the desk. His forehead was already knitted with concern, and Sharon was sure that her plan would work; he would help her get out the "cramp" and in so doing would get very, very close to her body.
"Can't you stand up?" Bill said.
"I'll ... uh ... try," Sharon replied. She started to rise from the chair, then made her face look even more agonized. "Owwwwwww!" she moaned. "Oh God Bill, it really hurts!"
"Here," Bill said. He took Sharon's arm and half led, half carried her to the cot. He sat her down on the edge of the mattress and immediately knelt on the ground, which served as the floor even in the director's tent. Then he roughly splayed her thighs apart and looked at the soft, ivory smooth flesh of her inner thigh with all the detached concentration of a doctor. "Now you just tell me where it hurts."
"Owwwww!" Sharon said. She winced and delicately touched a spot less than six inches from the hem of her shorts. "Right here. Ooooooh! It really hurts!"
"That's okay," Bill said. "We'll get that cramp out in a jiffy. I didn't lead Outward Bound for a year for nothing."
Smiling sympathetically, Bill leaned forward and delicately touched the resilient flesh of Sharon's inner thigh. He pushed the fingers of both hands into it and began to knead it gently, probing into her quadriceps muscles.
"There," he said soothingly. "That should be feeling a little better. Does it, Sharon?"
Sharon shuddered and bit her lip before answering. It did, in fact, feel better; in truth, it was already beginning to feel incredibly good. Except for an occasional handshake this was the first time Bill had ever touched her naked body, and his warm, powerful, masculine touch was even better than Sharon had imagined it. As he worked on her inner thigh she could feel her hair fringed cuntal fissure anointing with the juices of her arousal, her clitoris stiffening and pulsing against the fabric of her shorts. She only hoped Bill got the idea in a hurry; if he didn't Sharon might get so horny she'd practically have to rape him!
"Is that better, Sharon?" Bill asked.
"Owwwwww!" Sharon moaned. She winced and looked at the camp director pleadingly. "Higher up, Bill. Ouch! I can hardly stand it!"
Bill lifted his hands and dutifully began rubbing Sharon's thigh at the very edge of her cutoffs, only a few inches away from her pubic triangle. Sharon hunched her buttocks delicately to the edge of the cot and splayed her thighs even farther apart, making it easier for Bill to massage her. She hoped that he'd start to get horny any moment. The cleft of her vaginal slit was clearly visible through the shorts, and there was no way that Bill could avoid looking at it in his position. If he was any kind of man at all, Sharon thought, he'd start to get turned on. He just had to!
"Is that any better?" Bill asked.
"A little," Sharon said. She squirmed on the cot, purposefully bringing her pubic mound closer to Bill's face, and stopped wincing. "Yes, that's a little better. You don't have to rub as hard now."
Bill continued rubbing Sharon's thigh for several more seconds. Then Sharon saw him glance at her pussy lips through the shorts, and then, suddenly, everything in his expression seemed to change completely. His studious look became nervous and distracted. His face quickly began to look flushed and sweaty with sexual excitement, and Sharon saw him glance several times at the indentation of her vagina.
"Bill?" Sharon asked queryingly. She smiled happily and suppressed a giggle of amusement at Bill's confusion. "Is there something wrong? You look all hot and flushed."
"Oh, no," Bill said disarmingly. He shrugged and continued rubbing away Sharon's imaginary cramp, doing his best to look unperturbed. But it was obvious that he was not just as horny as Sharon was. His cheeks were red, and as Sharon watched him he shifted his legs nervously; perhaps, she thought hopefully, to conceal the bulge of a meaty erection in his slacks.
"Oh, I'm fine," Bill replied quickly. But his voice shrilled noticeably with nervousness, and he must have realized as well as Sharon how obvious it was. "Well, to tell you the truth," he said hesitantly. He laughed and shook his head, as if amused by his own excitement.
"What is it, Bill?"
"Well, you do have very nice legs, if you don't mind my saying so," Bill said softly. "I hope you don't mind my saying that. I mean, I know that relationships between, well ... I just couldn't help noticing, that's all."
Sharon giggled and looked at Bill as calmly as she could. She knew now for certain that her plan was working, and her hair fringed pussy had already begun to throb eagerly in expectation of his stiff male organ pounding rhythmically through her cunt. Just a little longer, she thought; just a little longer and he'll lose control.
"No, I don't mind, Bill," she said easily. "In fact, that's a very nice compliment. Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Bill said. He glanced secretly at the cleft of Sharon's pussy, and this time the shudder that passed through his body was even more obvious. "Uh, is that cramp still there?" he blurted suddenly. "I mean, is it higher up? I'm doing my best to get it out."
"It's a little higher," Sharon said.
"Well, I'm kind of having trouble reaching it," Bill said. He raised his eyes and glanced at Sharon almost pleadingly, looking for all the world like a scared little boy. "Do you mind, uh, well, would you mind taking your shorts off? It's kind of hard to reach under the hem, if you know what I mean. If you don't want to, of course, I mean, I didn't intend to be forward, I know ... "
"Certainly, Bill," Sharon interrupted. She smiled easily and stood up. She no longer felt the least bit nervous or afraid; Bill's consternation was enough for both of them. Still smiling, she unbuckled her khaki shorts and let them fall to her ankles. Then, naked from the waist down except for her panties, she again sat on the edge of the bed and splayed her long tapering legs as far apart as they would go.
"Is this good enough, Bill?" Sharon asked casually.
For several seconds Bill didn't say anything. His eyes widened to the size of golf balls, and as he stared hypnotically at the hair fringed fissure of her vagina he unconsciously licked his lips. He could, Sharon knew, see everything. The fabric of her panties was sheer and gossamer thin, revealing every luscious inch of her mouth watering pussy to his lustful gaze: the dark, fleecy curls of her pubic triangle, the pouting, swollen lips of her vagina and the dark red chink that lay within. He could see everything, and kneeling as he was between her spread thighs it was right in front of him; the opening of her cunt was less than three inches from his eyes.
"Bill?" Sharon asked cryptically. "Are you sure there isn't something wrong?"
"What?" Bill said. He started and looked up at Sharon as if he had forgotten who she was. "Oh, no no no. Nothing's wrong. Nothing's wrong at all."
Recovering himself, Bill again raised his hand and massaged the flesh of Sharon's inner thigh. But it was now completely hopeless. He could no longer restrain himself from staring at her nearly completely revealed pussy, and his entire face was red with arousal. After a moment he stopped rubbing her leg completely.
"Bill?" Sharon repeated. "Are you sure there isn't something wrong?"
Bill said nothing in response. Instead he simply remained on his knees between her nakedly splayed legs, gazing transfixedly at the lush mound of her damp vagina. Then, suddenly, his hands shot out. This time his fingers did not knead Sharon's thigh; instead they tightly gripped the hem of her panties. Before Sharon could stop him (presuming that she wanted to, which she did not) he had pulled them roughly away from her body, scattering the shreds on the ground. Then he lowered his head and enveloped her cuntal slit with his mouth, sucking at the pouting lips of her moist pussy like an animal who hasn't been fed for days.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Bill!" Sharon exclaimed excitedly. She looked at the director's head working furiously between her splayed thighs, feeling not so much anger as shock, and almost attempted to push him away. "Bill, my God! What do you think you're ... "
Then the first sensations of guttural sexual arousal permeated Sharon's loins. She shuddered hard and groaned wantonly, almost overwhelmed by the indescribably luscious tingling that coursed through her pussy. Bill's lips seemed to be all over her cunt. She could feel his tongue swirling wetly through the pouting, swollen lips of her vagina, darting into the sheath of her pussy and flicking urgently against the erect bud of her clitoris. Already she could feel her lower back aching needfully with her ravenous passion, her entire body tensing in expectation of the orgasm only a man could give her. It was finally happening. She had dreamed of it, dreamed of incessantly ever since coming to camp, and now it was finally going to happen. Bill was going to have sex with her. And Sharon knew without a doubt that it would be very, very good.
"Unhhhhhhhhh," Sharon grunted. For a moment longer she remained motionless on the bed, not responding visibly to Bill's expert cunt sucking. Then she dug her hands needfully into his hair and arched her back hard, shamelessly thrusting her lush pubic mound rhythmically into his mouth. "Oh Bill," she mewled, writhing lustfully on the cot. "Oh Bill, yes yes yes darling, it feels to good. Suck it, Bill! Unhhunh unhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Suck it harder!!"
"Jesus," Bill grunted. He pushed his hands under Sharon's thighs and clasped his fingers tightly around the plump cheeks of her rounded buttocks, fondling them greedily. Then he began to suck her cunt much harder. He swirled his tongue quickly through the sizzling cleft of her pussy, eagerly drinking up the juices that poured from her hot cunt. Sharon's pussy tasted better than any he had ever had, and it excited him tremendously; he had not had a woman since his own wife died over two years earlier, and now the imminence of copulation had created an erection in his pants that was as hard as a brick. Groaning, Bill removed his lips from the pouting lips of Sharon's moist pussy. Then he elapsed them hungrily around the aching bud of her clitoris and sucked it as hard as he could.
"Unh unhhhhh awwwwwww!" Sharon mewled. Her face contorted in an expression of agonized desire, and she hungrily thrust her hair fringed pussy into Bill's tongue. Her cunt felt like it was on fire. On a few occasions Sharon had been able to convince her late husband to eat her out, but he had never seemed to enjoy it, and she had been much too conservative and proper to teach him how. But Bill obviously knew how already. His sucking was incredibly expert, and with every swirl of his wet tongue Sharon felt her loins drawn to another crescendo of arousal. Whimpering, she dug her fingers sharply into his hair and clawed wildly, animalishly, at his skull. "Oh Bill!" she groaned. "Harder Bill, harder! Unh unh unh that feels so gooood! Aww! Awwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhh! Suck my pussy Bill! Oh God yes suck it, suck it as hard as you can it feels so goooood!"
Then, suddenly, Sharon felt Bill remove his lips from her pussy. A little sigh of disappointment escaped her throat, and she instinctively closed her eyes. Her first thought was that something had gone wrong. Everything so far had been too good to be true. She had told Bill she had an imaginary cramp in her leg, and he had rubbed it for her, and he had gotten excited; it had all gone according to plan, a careless, desperate, obvious plan she had dreamed up only under the spell of uncontrollable horniness. Now she was sure her bubble had burst, and she could not bear to look at it. One of the teenagers had entered the tent without warning; Bill had had second thoughts, and didn't want to make love to her anymore; he had an appointment he was late for, and he couldn't stay with her any longer. Sharon was sure it was something like that. Whatever it was, it had to be bad.
"Sharon!" Bill muttered hoarsely.
Sharon opened her eyes. Immediately her breath caught in her throat, and her pretty blue eyes widened as far as they would go. Again she felt the lips of her hair fringed pussy swell and pout with her arousal, throbbing wantonly with the need for sexual fulfillment. No, nothing had gone wrong at all.
Bill was completely naked. His brawny forty year old body had gone flabby in several places, but his thick chest and shoulders were covered with hair, making him look like a virile male animal. And his penis, Sharon realized, was absolutely huge. The thick, long shaft of his blood engorged member stood out from his stomach like an iron pipe, the purplish cockhead pulsing luridly against his belly.
"I want you, Sharon," Bill said pleadingly. His face was flushed and sweaty with horniness; it was obvious that he was uncontrollably excited. "Please Sharon, I've got to have you. Please."
"Oh Bill," Sharon sighed longingly. She stared shamelessly at the blue veined stiffness of his meaty erection, and as she did so she felt her gurgling cuntal orifice dampen with fresh excitement. Whimpering, she let her head relax into the mattress. Then she inched her buttocks cheeks closer to the edge of the cot and spread her long tapering legs even further apart, wordlessly telling Bill that he could fuck her just as hard as he liked.
"Oh God," Bill muttered. For a long moment he stared transfixedly at the female counselor's mouth wateringly voluptuous body. Then he leaned forward and put his hands on the front of her blouse. It buttoned down the middle, and even though it was the largest the camp had to offer its female counselors the chest strained outwards with the enormous fullness of Sharon's womanly bosom. Bill sighed, looking at her large tits; he could see the bumps of her distended nipples under the blouse, and knew that she was as excited as he was. Then he tightened his grip on the sheer cotton fabric and ripped it completely away from her body, leaving her naked except for her white cotton brassiere.
"Oh, Bill," Sharon sighed hungrily. She put her hands behind her head and started to remove the brassiere. Her breasts seemed to ache as ravenously as her pussy; her nipples were stiff and very hard, and she knew she wanted Bill's mouth on them, sucking them as eagerly as he had sucked her clitoris.
But then Bill ripped away her brassiere too. It shredded easily down the middle, and before she was even aware that it was gone he had scattered its fragments on the ground with her panties and shorts. Then she was completely naked. Sharon craned her neck and looked at her own body. Over her neck she could see her large, milk white tits billowing and jiggling salaciously with every tiny breath she took. Her nipples were very, very hard; her large, dusky pink aureoles were goosebumped with excitement, and the buds distended stiffly from her bosom, almost a full half inch.
"Oh God," Bill sighed. He stared for a long time at Sharon's completely naked body, almost panting as his eyes fluttered between her full swollen tits and the fleecy black curls of her lush pubic mound. Then he leaned forward. He wrapped his fingers lustfully around the jiggling globes of Sharon's mammaries, kneading and squeezing them eagerly. Sharon whimpered and strained her chest upwards, wordlessly urging him to fondle her breasts more lasciviously. Then he leaned forward until he was almost on top of her. His mouth found the aching bud of her right nipple, and he began to suck it just as he had sucked her clitoris, with all the insatiable passion he had in him.
"Oh Bill!" Sharon whimpered hungrily. "Bill Bill Bill oh Bill!" She groaned and immediately raped her arms over his neck, eagerly pulling his head into her tits. Now her entire body felt on fire. The sensations in her pussy seemed to have coursed through her entire body, making her tingle from head to toe with the need for copulation. As Bill sucked and fondled her breasts she whimpered and rolled her head wildly back and forth. Then she wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck and shamelessly gyrated her naked hips in the lewd rhythms of fucking, eagerly thrusting her hair fringed fissure towards Bill's body. She knew that such a gesture was crude and obscene, but she could no longer help herself. The pouting lips of her vagina were literally gurgling with the profusion of her womanly juices; every pore in her body begged for the meaty satisfaction of Bill's throbbing erection filling up her cunt, stabbing again and again deep into her belly.
"Please Bill, fuck me!" Sharon blurted. Her face reddened at her use of the forbidden obscenity, but in spite of her embarrassment she had to say it; she had lost all control. "Bill! Please Bill, oh please, fuck me right now! I can't wait anymore Bill! Oh God please, fuck me really hard!!"
For a moment Bill paused with his lips encircling Sharon's turgid nipple. Then he rose slowly and scanned every inch of her naked body. His eyes roamed quickly between her shuddering breasts, her hair fringed cuntal fissure and the long, shapely taper of her legs, and the wild expression on his face said that he did not know which part of her he wanted most.
"Hurry Bill, oh hurry!" Sharon whimpered. She mewled salaciously and again gyrated her plump ass rhythmically on the bed, shamelessly thrusting her gurgling pussy towards Bill's body. "Please Bill, fuck me! Oh God oh God fuck me right now!"
Bill said nothing in response. Instead he only grunted and inched closer to the cot, until his knees touched lightly against the mattress. The cot was very high, and Sharon's ass was on the very edge. He wouldn't even have to bend over to fuck her; she was in the perfect position.
"Hurry, Bill!" Sharon mewled. "Hurry!"
Sweating profusely and breathing heavily, Bill moved still closer to the cot. Then he dug his fingers into the ivory smooth flesh of Sharon's thighs and drew them still farther apart. His organ was swollen and bloated to rock hard stiffness; his mushroom shaped cock head was literally gorged with blood. Bill panted and flexed his buttocks, pushing his meaty erection forward until the bulbous crown touched the pouting lips of Sharon's pussy. Immediately he felt her labia contracting instinctively around his tumescent prick, and a deep sigh of pleasure escaped his throat. Then, bracing himself with his hands on her knees, Bill slowly began to slide the meaty thickness of his engorged member into the clinging wetness of Sharon's cunt.
"Unhhhhhhhhh!" Sharon whimpered. She groaned salaciously and rolled her head wildly on the cot. Then she eagerly thrust her moist pussy into the stabbing impalement of Bill's erection, wanting every inch of it filling up her cunt. She could feel the bulbous, swollen glans distending the lips of her vaginal opening, and the sensation of the taut flesh chafing against her clitoris was indescribably, unutterably good. Groaning and grunting, Sharon threw her arms tightly around Bill's neck and tried to draw him into her body. He was the first man she had had since her husband died, and she wanted him desperately; Sharon could not remember having ever been so horny in her life.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Bill sighed. He continued to slide his blood engorged member into Sharon's pussy, gasping as he felt her vaginal walls contracting wetly around his blue veined shaft. Then it was all in, every inch of it, his entire prick buried to the hilt in her cunt. Bill gasped and paused to savor the sensation. Sharon's pussy was incredibly tight, and he could feel the shaft of his tumescent organ soaking in her juices, seeming to grow harder and stiffer by the moment. His balls ached terrifically with their load of sperm, and he knew it would not be long before he gushed his semen deep into her belly.
Then Bill felt Sharon thrusting her hips at him, driving her ravished pussy into his loins. He winced and dug his fingers more sharply into her thighs, supporting himself. Then he flexed his buttocks and responded in kind, slowly and steadily thrusting his bloated organ in and out of her cunt.
"Awwwwwwwwunnnnnnhhhhhhhh!" Sharon groaned. She moaned gutturally with the sensation, rolling her head senselessly on the cot in the supreme pleasure of fucking. Then she instinctively raised her thighs and locked them tightly around Bill's waist, crossing her ankles around his back. "Fuck me Bill, fuck me!" she mewled, thrusting her gurgling pussy at him faster and faster. "Awwwwww Bill that feels so good! Unh unh unhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oh God fuck me as hard as you can!"
"Jesus," Bill murmured. He panted and opened his eyes wide, staring at the incredibly voluptuous, naked woman he had pleading for his cock beneath him. He could see his turgid organ embedded into her cunt, could see the hairy lips of her pussy clasped tightly around the very base of his member, and the sight managed to excite him still further. Groaning, Bill withdrew his rampant erection until only the beet red head distended the lips of her vagina. Then with an eager sigh he pounded it all the way back in again, beginning to ravage her cunt with his dick with all the strength he had in him.
"Oh Bill! Fuck me Bill, fuck me!" Squealing delightedly, Sharon intensified the rhythm of their adulterous copulation, furiously thrusting up her hair fringed fissure to meet every spearing thrust of Bill's throbbing erection. Then she suddenly threw her arms around his neck and drew him into her body, moaning as she felt his hairy chest compress the swollen, jiggling globes of her bosom. She had to have him on top of her; she had to feel his flesh on her flesh, feel his hard male skin rubbing up against distended nipples as he pounded his blood engorged member into her ravaged cunt. "Harder Bill, harder!" she mewled, clawing his back in an animalistic frenzy of lust. "Unh unh unhhhhhh-hhhhhhhh! Fuck me! Awwwwww-wwwww fuck me yes yes it feels so good! Fuck me harder Bill oh oh fuck me as hard as you can!"
Bill did not have to be asked twice. He groaned and let his head fall into the milk white flesh of Sharon's bosom. As he continued to fuck her, stabbing his meaty prick rhythmically into her clinging vaginal sheath, he again wrapped his lips lustfully around the turgid bud of her erected nipple. Then he sucked it needfully, chewing and licking the swollen pink bud with all the instinctive hunger of a suckling baby.
"Oh Bill," Sharon moaned. As he sucked her breasts Sharon moaned with lascivious pleasure and drew his head hungrily into her bosom. "Awwwwwww! Unh unh unhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me! Oh God yes yes that feels so good! Unnngghhhhhhh! Harder Bill, harder! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
Then Sharon realized she was about to have her orgasm. Her entire body stiffened dramatically, as if she had been charged with an electric shock, and she felt her nipples stiffen to a new hardness in Bill's mouth. Then she began to moan uncontrollably. Grunting and whimpering, she threw her legs up his back until her ankles were wrapped almost around his shoulders, lifting her buttocks off the cot so that he could sink every satisfying inch of his meaty erection into the clinging wetness of her pussy. Then she felt the first spasms.
"Awwwwwwwww! Billlllll!" Sharon shrieked. Her face contorted in an expression of agonized lust; her cheeks flushed red, and her breath caught in her throat. Then she pounded her hips off the cot so hard that it shook beneath them, furiously driving her gurgling cunt into Bill's bloated organ. "Fuck me! Awwww-nnnnnhhhhhh awwwwnhhhhhhhhh yes yes ... unhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me Bill fuck me I'm cumming! Awwwwww God ... unh ... yes yes I'm cumming! Awwwwwwwww! Cummmmming cumming cuuuuuuummmmmiiiiiinnggggggg ... ahhhhhhhhh ... "
"Unnnnggghhhhhhh," Bill grunted. As Sharon orgasmed beneath him he could feel the lips of her pussy contracting reflexively around his blood engorged shaft, instinctively milking and sucking his swollen prick deep inside her body. A lurid smile of pleasure crossed his face, and his cock momentarily throbbed into full, absolute hardness. Then the sperm gushed from his aching dick. There was more of it than Bill could ever remember having cum in his life. The white, viscous semen shot and spurted again and again, streaming from his twitching cum hole deep into Sharon's belly. For several moments Bill remained poised over her naked body, gasping as he felt his bloated testicles empty themselves repeatedly over their load of seminal fluid. Then he sighed happily, and then he let himself relax on top of her, nestling his head in her bosom.
"Oh Bill," Sharon sighed dreamily. She raised her head and looked lovingly at him. Then she pursed her lips and gave him a very gentle, very tender kiss on his forehead. She could not remember a time when she had been so sexually fulfilled. Her entire body tingled in post-orgasmic satisfaction, and she could feel her cuntal sheath still contracting around the now-softening length of his male organ. Sharon groaned with pleasure and let her body sink into the cot, happily cradling the weight of Bill's head on her bosom. It had all come true, she thought happily. She had wanted him, and now she had him, and it would be a long time before she would have to worry about being without him again. The rest of the day was free for them. They could lie in Bill's tent the remainder of the morning and afternoon, being naked next to each other and having sex whenever they pleased. And the rest of her stay at camp would not be so hard for her. How could it be, when she had Bill's bed to go to in secret every night, his beautifully large erection to pound through her pussy and give her sexual consummation again and again. Because there was nothing as good as a good lover, Sharon thought knowingly. There was nothing that good in the world.
She would, of course, probably have felt differently if either Bill or she had heard the stirring outside his tent.
CHAPTER FIVE
"You got it?" Julie asked.
"Oh, I got it all right," Steve said. He laughed and touched the camera under his arm, patting it as fondly as if it were a favored dog. "I got it real good, and nobody's going to get it away from me."
Julie laughed, tilting her head and smiling at the cloudless, windswept sky. Then the two of them walked as quickly as they could up from the counselors' area to Steve's tent. It was now a little before twelve noon. The breeze was blowing pleasantly, but in spite of it and the weather forecast of the night before it had turned out to be a very hot day. As they walked Steve and Julie's faces were flushed red with the heat, and they sweated profusely through their clothes. But neither one of them cared. For the past half hour the two teenagers had been kneeling quietly outside Bill Mitchell's tent, giggling softly under their breaths as they took picture after picture of the camp director ramming his bloated organ into Sharon Phillips' wetly gurgling cunt. The light inside the tent had not been particularly good. It had actually been almost dark in there, and Steve had had to fiddle with the camera's adjustments several times before he was sure he had the proper image. But he hadn't been school photographer for nothing, and neither he nor Julie had any doubt that the pictures would develop properly. And when they did develop both of them were sure they would be more than a little interesting.
"Hurry up," Steve said. He held open the canvas 'door' of his tent and gestured impatiently for Julie to enter. Then he stepped inside after her and drew the door shut again, fastening the chrome buttons to insure them as much privacy as possible. Grinning broadly, he knelt immediately on the ground inside the tent. As Julie watched him eagerly he flipped open the back of the camera, wound the spool and then removed the little cylinder housing the film.
"You sure they're okay?" Julie said nervously. She sat on Steve's cot and glanced futilely through the small plastic window in the canvas door, afraid that someone might be watching them. "I mean, they won't be underdeveloped or anything. You'll be able to tell by looking what's going on, huh?"
"You underestimate me, darling," Steve said humorously. He laughed and held up the film cylinder, holding it between his thumb and forefinger as if it were the world's largest diamond. "Serving as photographer in chief of the Jackson High School Weekly Clarion did teach me how to do more than shit in my pants. These pictures will not be underdeveloped, nor will they be overdeveloped. They will be absolutely, undeniably, exquisitely perfect!"
"Oh God," Julie sighed. She licked her lips excitedly and squirmed to the edge of the cot. "How many did you get, do you think?"
"Twelve," Steve replied quickly. He grinned and thrust the cylinder into the pocket of his shorts. "Twelve exceptional full color shots of our august camp director fucking your revered mother's pussy. Oh, excuse me; let me amend that. Eight shots of him fucking her. The first four shots are of him eating her out. And, of course, of her moaning. Moaning like a dog!"
"Oh God," Julie said. She sighed and shook her head, as if she could not believe their good fortune. "Oh God, this is really fantastic. Just too fucking much!"
"This," Steve said dramatically, "is a breakthrough. You know it is a breakthrough. I have been waiting for this for a month. For thirty solid days I have been following your mother around like my goddamn life depended on it. I have peered at her when she was undressing. I have tailed her from one end of the camp to the other. She has made me horny, and I have jacked off thinking about her! And that is all I have done, because for one solid month I was able to find nothing, repeat, nothing that would help me to get in between those superfine thighs of hers. And now, and now ... "
"Oh God," Julie repeated, sighing and shaking her head. "Fucking far out!"
"And now I have it!" Mark exclaimed. He patted the bulge of the cylinder in his pocket and looked at Julie wildly. "I have it, more than I could ever have hoped for! Because less than ten minutes ago, ten minutes mind you, ten minutes!-I saw your saintly mother in the act of fucking Bill Mitchell! And I have it on film! And I am going to blackmail her with it! I am going to blackmail her, and she will do anything, absolutely anything, I say!"
"What are you going to do?" Julie asked.
"What do you think I am going to do?!?!" Steve shot back, almost shouting. He looked at Julie wildly and pointed through the plastic window at one of the few wooden buildings on the camp ground, gesturing to it as a mountain climber might point towards Mount Everest. "Do you see that building out there?" he continued. "Well, there is a darkroom in that building. It is not exactly the best darkroom in the world, but it will do, and tonight I am going to break into it. I am going to develop those pictures. I am going to make two copies apiece, and stash the negatives, and believe me, every single one of them will be perfect! And then, tomorrow night, Mark and I are going to pay a little visit to your darling mother in her tent. We are going to show those pictures to her, every single perfect one. And we are going to tell her, if she does not do everything we say, we are going to send copies of those pictures to everybody from her neighbors to the goddamn local PTA!!!!"
"Oh God ... " Julie sighed.
"And then," Steve continued, his eyes bright and hard with an almost hysterical lust, "we are going to fuck her! We are going to fuck her all day and all night, just as long as we want to, in every sweet little hole in her gorgeous, gorgeous body! And she will let us fuck her, because she has to. If she doesn't, her life will be ruined. It's as simple as that."
"Oh God, Steve," Julie said. She bit her lip and looked at him sadly, as if she didn't want to ruin his happiness. "What about Mitchell?"
"Mitchell? Bill Mitchell?" Steve said. He repeated the name softly under his breath. Then his eyes glazed over, and all the enthusiasm seemed to leave his face at once, like a windless sail. Groaning, he dropped his hands to his sides and looked despondently at the floor. "Oh shit," he mumbled. "Mitchell."
"Sharon might talk to him about it, Steve," Julie pointed out sadly. "I mean, it's not like she'd be afraid to or anything. And he might not care if you threatened to blackmail him. Men are like that, you know, all their pride and stuff. He might just go after you and Mark and really work you over and make you tell him where the negatives are."
"Well shit, that's nothing," Steve said softly. He grimaced and looked at Julie desperately, hoping against hope that she'd agree with him. "Me and Mark were in football, junior varsity. We can kick his ass easy."
"Oh Steve, I really doubt it," Julie said miserably. "They say he used to be a big amateur boxer and stuff, and I know he's real strong."
"Yeah, but he doesn't want to lose his job, does he?" Steve asked pleadingly. "We could blackmail him too. We could send pictures to his boss, and then he'd get fired. He's been doing this for years; he doesn't want to lose his job, for Chrissakes!"
Julie bit her lip and shook her head sadly, reluctant to deliver the final rebuttal.
"He might not care," she said quietly. "It would be different if he were head of a corporation or something, but for a man his age camp director probably isn't any big thing. He might even want to lose it. Men are like that too, I guess."
"Well ... " Steve began. Then he realized he had nothing left to say, and what little happiness was left in his face faded away abruptly. "Oh, shit," he moaned. He put his head in his hands and rocked back and forth on the dirt floor of the tent, groaning like a wounded animal. "Shit, shit, shit!" he said bitterly. "Just when I thought I had her. Just when I thought ... oh fuck. God damn!"
"On the other hand," Julie said mischievously. She licked her lips and giggled shamelessly, her eyes brightening with her new idea. "I could always give Mr. Mitchell a good fucking. I'll bet he'd forget all about my mother if I did that. At least he would if I fucked him really good."
"Yeah?" Steve said. He raised his head and looked at Julie questioningly. "You wouldn't mind doing that? I mean, if you'd mind you don't ... "
"Oh Steve, are you kidding?!?!" Julie exclaimed. She giggled and clasped her slender thighs tightly together, as if the mere thought of copulating with Bill Mitchell excited her. "I wouldn't mind at all. I mean, you couldn't tell yourself 'cause you're a guy, but he's a really desirable man, in a way. And I just know he's got a really fine cock. Mmmmmmm!" Julie shivered and squirmed salaciously on the cot. "I get turned on just thinking about it!"
"Fucking far out!" Steve cried. He bounced to his feet and gave Julie an affectionate kiss on her forehead. "That's too much! That's perfect! If you seduce him tonight while we're in the darkroom, then tomorrow ... shit, there'll be nothing stopping us! Nothing! Oh Jesus, that's fantastic!" He leaned forward and gave Julie another kiss. "And you're sure you won't mind? Are you absolutely positive?"
Julie didn't answer. Instead she dropped her eyes and stared wantonly at the bulge in Steve's pants as he stood in front of her. A slow, lascivious smile turned her lips, and she licked them unconsciously. Steve's penis was very, very hard. It stood out against his inner thigh like a length of iron pipe, long and thick and as erect as it could get. The spongy crown of his dick formed an unmistakable outline through his khaki shorts, and even as Julie stared at it she could see its meaty thickness throbbing with its engorgement of blood. Julie giggled and mewled softly under her breath, staring at his turgid prick. In a way she did not really care that much about watching Mark and Steve gang bang her mother; she had always been ambivalent towards Sharon, even as a little girl. And though she wanted to fuck Bill Mitchell she didn't care all that much about that either. What really excited her was the effect Sharon had on Steve and Mark; whenever they talked about her they couldn't fuck Julie enough.
"Oh Steve," Julie sighed. She looked up at him coquettishly and placed her open palm on the meaty thickness of his member. "Talking about Sharon has really got you horny, hasn't it lover? Your dick is really hard."
"Yeah," Steve muttered. He grinned, then winced as Julie lewdly gave his bloated organ a titillating squeeze. "Yeah, I guess it is at that. What do you figure I ought to do about it."
"Oh, I don't know, Steve," Julie replied playfully. Without removing her eyes from him she unzipped his shorts and reached into the opening. Then she withdrew the throbbing length of his blood engorged member. It was indeed very, very stiff. The shaft pulsed rhythmically against her fingers, and the mushroom shaped head was swollen and beet red.
"You've really got a big hard on, Steve," Julie purred. She giggled and wrapped her fingers around the trunk of his erection, squeezing it lewdly. Immediately the taut skin of his cockhead swelled and contracted, and a thin trail of translucent seminal fluid dripped obscenely from his cum hole.
"Ungghhhhhhh," Steve grunted. He closed his eyes and instinctively pushed his hips forward, thrusting his erect penis into Julie's face. "Hey," he said tightly, "suppose you practice for your little tryst with Mr. Mitchell. You know what I mean? Like right now?"
"Oh Steve!" Julie said. She giggled and blew a short puff of air against his hardened prick, fully aware of how much that would excite him. "That's a fantastic idea. A girl needs every bit of practice she can get."
"Then suck it," Steve said simply. He groaned and put his hands on Julie's shoulders, impatient for the wetness of her sucking lips on his cock. "Go ahead. Suck it really good."
"Oh Steven," Julie purred. She released her hold on his prick and dug her fingers sharply into the lean cheeks of his buttocks, drawing his body so close to her that the tip of his bloated organ touched her face. Then she opened her mouth wide. As Steve groaned above her she lowered her head over his rampant member and closed her lips wetly around his swollen shaft. Then she began to suck his dick as hard as she could. Her pretty young cheeks reddened as she engulfed the head of his cock, and she bellowed them rhythmically, expertly increasing the suctioning pressure in her mouth. Then she laved her tongue wetly around the spongy flesh of his cockhead, giving him the very best blow job she could. She knew that within a day and a half Steve and Mark would seduce her mother, and after that she would not see so much of them; they would be too busy fucking Sharon to bother with her sexual needs more than once or twice a day. But Julie was already resigned to that. The important thing was that for the next twenty-four hours she would still have Steve all to herself: every satisfying inch of his meaty erection pounding through her pussy, every drop of his creamy white sperm gushing into her belly, filling up her mouth and throat.
CHAPTER SIX
"Nalley County School District-Student Grade and Deportment File-Grade 10.
Student: Vincent Moretti
Age: Sixteen.
Deportment: D-
Comments: Vincent's deportment is deplorable. He is unable to restrain himself from laughing and talking while class is in session. Several times I have singled out Vincent and scolded him in front of the class. Vincent seems oblivious to these measures. He laughs at me and calls me filthy names ... "
"Oh shit," Bill Mitchell muttered. He tossed the file carelessly on the desk and folded it quickly. Then he folded his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair, staring wistfully at the roof of his tent. It was now almost ten o'clock, and for the past three hours he had been dutifully scouring through his files, looking for some clue into Moretti's behavior. His suggestions to Sharon that morning had failed. When she had tried to reward him Moretti had only called her a "tricky asshole" and walked away, jeering at her. Ordinarily Bill would never have bothered with this type; no, he would have shipped the snot-nose bastard home on the next bus out, and he certainly wouldn't have wasted his free hours in the evening trying to figure out a solution to his behavior. But this was different. Moretti was Sharon's student, and Bill Mitchell knew that if he tamed him he would succeed in impressing her. He would do anything to impress her.
Actually, he would do anything for her, period. Bill sighed and fidgeted in his chair, looking through the opening of his tent at the stars that twinkled in the jet black sky. Ordinarily he would have been oblivious to such a sight, but now every natural scene seemed to strike a chord deep inside him, making him ache for something he couldn't even define. It was Sharon, Bill thought, nodding his head for emphasis; it couldn't be anyone else. Already he was showing every sign of a man in love, and perhaps he already was. He knew that he could have picked a worse woman to fall in love with.
They had had sex that afternoon a total of four times. After their first copulation they had rested awhile, lying naked next to each other on the cot and talking quietly. It had turned out that they had a lot in common besides being widowed, and gradually Bill had felt a closeness growing between them. Then Sharon had stroked his flaccid penis, and when it stiffened they made love a second time. Then a third, and then a fourth, and now Bill could hardly get sex out of his mind. Sharon's body was almost unbelievably voluptuous. Even after seeing her naked for hours on end he had never stopped marveling at it, and several times he had bashfully requested just to look at her-her large milk white breasts, the firm taper of her slender waist, her exquisitely proportioned thighs and the tight, hair fringed pussy that had already milked so much seminal fluid out of his aching, spurting prick. And she had complied every time. She had been just as eager for sex as Bill had been, and her enthusiasm had only served to excite him still further. In retrospect it was still a little amazing to Bill that a forty year old man could be capable of having sex four times in a single afternoon. But with Sharon that was certainly possible. With Sharon he could have sex eight, nine, ten times, even when he was ninety.
"Jesus," Bill muttered. He sighed longingly and squeezed the bulge of his hardening cock through his slacks. It was only too bad, he thought, that Sharon couldn't come to his tent tonight. He'd wanted her to, and she'd wanted to as well, but after a brief discussion she'd finally refused. It was just too suspicious. She'd already spent the whole day there, and people might start talking if she returned the same night. They would both have to wait until tomorrow. The only trouble was, Bill thought miserably, that he could hardly wait that long. In less than twelve hours he had become hopelessly entranced with every part of Sharon Phillips, and especially her body. He knew she was right, but he didn't want to wait; he wanted to fuck her right now.
"Jesus," Bill repeated. He squinted his eyes and peered around the corners of the tent, looking for signs of life in the camp outside. Then he slowly pushed his chair away from the desk. He slid forward on the chair until his buttocks were perched on its edge, almost lying on its hard wood surface. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out the aching shaft of his swollen erection. His cock was now completely hard. The thick, blue veined trunk was almost painfully gorged with blood, and the mushroom shaped head was so bulbous and purplish that it looked as if it had been stung by a bee. Bill looked at his penis and chuckled drily; he hadn't been troubled by unwanted erections since he'd been a teenager, but that was all before screwing Sharon Phillips. Then he closed his fist around the trunk of his bloated organ and quickly, furtively, began to masturbate, sighing as he felt his turgid prick swell and throb in his hand. He couldn't help it, he thought vaguely, grunting animalishly as he felt his testicles tighten on the underside of his dick. Sharon had excited him so much, and he wouldn't be able to have her again until tomorrow, and he just couldn't wait that long. Her breasts, her thighs, the sucking warmth of her pussy: just thinking about her got him more excited than he could stand.
"Oh my," a soft, lilting female voice said in front of him.
Bill shuddered and masturbated faster and faster, assuming the voice was in his imagination. Then he heard the same voice giggle lasciviously, and he quickly opened his eyes. His jaw dropped open in shock, and he removed his hand from his erection and made a hopeless attempt to cover it with his hands.
Standing in front of him was a very young, very pretty girl of about sixteen. Bill noticed something familiar in her face, and then remembered that she was Sharon's daughter Julie. Julie was wearing a man's bathrobe tied around the waist by a short sash. Her innocent blue eyes were very wide, and as she stared openly at Bill's throbbing erection she held her fingers girlishly over her mouth. She did not look at all displeased by the sight. Rather she looked positively overjoyed, like a child surprised by an unexpected Christmas gift.
"Oh God, Mr. Mitchell!" Julie exclaimed. She dropped her hands and giggled delightedly. "I didn't know ... oh I'm so sorry! You were masturbating!"
"I ... I was not!" Bill replied with absurd indignation. He looked at Julie as sternly as he could and reached for his pants. But it was hopeless; they were knotted around his ankles, and it would have taken him almost a minute to untangle them before pulling them up. Flushing, he sat straight in the chair and tried to look as dignified as he could. "What do you think you're doing in here?" he said icily.
"Well I don't know, Mr. Mitchell," Julie replied. She giggled and walked slowly forward, making her lithe teenage hips sway provocatively. "Gosh, it sure looked like you were masturbating. I mean, sitting there with your pants down and all, and your dick so big and hard and stiff. You've got a really, really big cock, Mr. Mitchell. I mean, I had no idea!"
"What?!?!" Bill said. He blinked his eyes and shook his head, trying to figure out what was going on: was this imagination or what? Then he looked back at Julie. She was now standing directly next to his chair. Her lips were moist, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were staring directly at the tumescent shaft of his meaty erection.
"What ... what do you think you're doing?" Bill said helplessly. He shook his head again, a little harder this time, and stared at Julie wonderingly. "This is my tent! What do you want?"
"I don't mind that you were masturbating, Mr. Mitchell," Julie purred seductively. "I mean, it's understandable. I guess my mother really must have turned you on from all that fucking you did this afternoon ... "
"WHAT?!?!" Bill cried. He gasped, and a cold shudder of fear ran violently up his spine. "How do you know about ... what are you talking about?" he said confusedly, blushing with embarrassment. "What in the world do you think you're doing in my tent!!!"
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Mitchell," Julie answered quietly. She smiled and lovingly reached out to stroke the camp director's forehead. "And I really didn't mean to interrupt you from what you were doing. Why don't you go ahead and masturbate some more. I really like to watch when men jack off, especially if they've got really big pricks like you do. Here: maybe I should give you a little help ... "
"What?!" Mitchell exclaimed, unable to think of anything else to say. Then Julie undid the sash and drew the front of her bathrobe open. Immediately Bill's words caught in his throat. His throat thickened, his eyes watered, and he suddenly realized that his blood engorged member was throbbing more painfully than ever before.
Under the bathrobe Julie was absolutely naked. Her breasts were fairly large, firm and perfectly formed; the round globes stood out from her delicate sixteen year old body with mouthwatering tautness, milk white and capped by half dollar sized pink nipples that were stiffly distended with her arousal. Her waist was incredibly small, almost tiny, and it tapered easily into a set of lithe girlish hips and shapely thighs. But what caught Bill Mitchell's attention, what made him forget momentarily about everything else and what made his organ bloat and swell with desire, was Julie's pussy. Julie had the most luscious pussy he had ever seen. The fleecy brown curls of her pubic vee looked as soft and delicate as cotton candy; at the juncture of her thighs he could see the pouting lips of her moist pussy, swollen and pink with the juices of her womanly excitement. Her vagina looked extremely small, and as Bill tried to imagine ramming his thick erection into its clinging wetness his cock began to throb that much harder.
"Do you like my body, Mr. Mitchell?" Julie purred shamelessly. She stood with her hands on her slender hips, holding her bathrobe open and giggling expectantly. Then she reached out and wrapped her fingers around Bill's wrist. "Here," she said, drawing his hand towards her cunt. "Why don't you touch it. I'll bet that would really help you masturbate a lot, wouldn't it?"
"No," Bill said. He shook his head and made a vague effort to draw back in the chair. "Nooo ... " But it was already too late. Before he understood what had happened Julie guided his hand to her cunt. He felt his index finger touch the outer lips of her labia, and then the clinging moistness of her vaginal sheath slide over the first inch of his finger as she drew his hand closer to her body. Then all the resistance and confusion seemed to pass out of him at once. He knew that he was about to fuck a sixteen year old girl, and that he could not allow that to happen. He also knew that the sixteen year old girl was Sharon's daughter, and if she ever found out about it their affair would be over; she might even press criminal charges. But abruptly Bill found he didn't care. All he knew was that he could smell Julie's wet pussy from a mile away, and the pungent aroma was incredibly tantalizing. As he looked at her mouth-watering young body his cock throbbed as stiff as it could get, and his bloated testicles ached with their load of semen. He didn't care that she was underage, or that he didn't understand what she was doing in the tent. All he knew was that he had to fuck her. Evidently he wouldn't have to wait until tomorrow after all.
"Jesus," Bill muttered. He leaned forward and turned his chair so that he was directly facing the nubile teenager's naked body. Then he stiffened his index finger and slid it slowly into the clinging dampness of Julie's cunt.
"Oh Mr. Mitchell," Julie sighed. Her eyelids fluttered salaciously, and a lurid smile of sexual pleasure crept over her face. "Oh that really feels good, lover. Unhhhhh!" Whimpering, she removed her hand from Bill's wrist and arched her back forward, thrusting her gurgling cuntal slit into his finger. "Do it harder," she said softly. "Oh God yes yesss, that really feels soo goood!"
"I can't believe this is happening," Bill muttered. "Jesus. I just can't believe it ... "
Then he felt Julie's hands rest lightly on his shoulders. He shuddered at her touch and leaned farther forward, sliding his finger rhythmically in and out of her moist pussy. Her cunt seemed to be getting wetter and wetter by the moment. With every thrust of his finger he could feel the pink walls of her vagina clinging obscenely to it, sucking at it as if to draw it all the way into her belly. The pungent aroma of her juices was so strong that he could hardly breath through it. She was obviously an incredibly horny young girl, eager and ripe for copulation, and the realization that it was he who was making her that way made Bill's prick throb painfully. Groaning, he put his free hand on the peach like cheeks of Julie's buttocks and drew her body into him. Then he inserted a second finger into the damp warmth of her vagina, finger-fucking her very hard.
"Awwwwwwww!" Julie whimpered. "Oh Mr. Mitchell oh oh oh unhhhhhhhhh ... " Her nostrils flared animalishly, and she dug her fingers sharply into his shoulders. "Do it harder lover, awww awww unhhhhhh! Harder harder, oh God do it as hard as you can!"
That was more than Bill could take. Suddenly it was as if his conscience had abandoned him entirely, and everything he did from now on was out of his control. He withdrew his fingers from Julie's pussy and rose out of the chair. Then he removed his clothes, practically tearing them from his body in his haste to bury his throbbing prick in Julie's cunt and fuck her as hard as he could.
"Oh God," Julie sighed. She opened her eyes, and when she saw what Bill was doing her smile became incredibly obscene with expectation. Giggling, she tossed the bathrobe off her shoulders, leaving herself completely naked. Then she shoved aside all the papers on the desk and sat on it. As Bill watched her she squirmed her pink little buttocks salaciously on the hard wood surface and then splayed her shapely thighs as far apart as they would go. "Hurry, Mr. Mitchell," she cried lewdly. She lay on the desk and raised her hips slightly, revealing the damp, hair fringed fissure of her pussy. "Hurry up and fuck me! Oh God I can't wait! Hurry Mr. Mitchell, hurry!"
"Je-sus!" Bill exclaimed. He stared at Julie's cunt with uncontrollable lust, his eyes widening as he studied the pouting, swollen lips and the pink sheath that lay within. For a moment it again occurred to him that all of this was completely inexplicable; he had never talked to Julie before, he had no idea what she was doing in his tent and he had no idea why she was so anxious to fuck him. But he put his doubts quickly out of his mind. Panting and sweating, he kicked off his shoes and violently pulled his socks over his ankles. Then he was completely naked. In the pale light of the tent his hairy, brawny body looked almost gorilla-like. His penis was completely engorged with blood; it stood out from his belly obscenely, the swollen purple head bobbing obscenely against his navel.
"Oh God," Julie sighed. She raised her head slightly and stared transfixedly at the meaty shaft of his blue veined erection. Then she put both hands between her thighs and shamelessly spread the lips of her pussy apart, pleading wordlessly for Bill to fuck her. "Hurry darling," she whimpered. "Please hurry up and put it in me, I can't wait anymore!"
Bill didn't say anything. He grasped the trunk of his prick in his fist and held it forward, pointing the spongy head towards Julie's gurgling pussy like a compass. Then he stepped forward. For a moment he paused in front of the desk, holding his engorged member tightly in his hand as he stared hungrily at every inch of the teenage girl's naked body. His member was swollen and painfully turgid, and he could feel the orbs of his bloated testicles churning with their load of sperm; he knew that he could not fuck Julie very long before cumming. Groaning, Bill slid his hands down Julie's nakedly splayed thighs and spread them even further apart. Then he positioned his throbbing erection and slowly slid the head into the clasping, wet lips of her tight vagina.
"Unhhhhhhhhhhhh," Julie whimpered. Her face flushed luridly, and her eyelids half closed as she felt the walls of her pussy being distended by Bill's meaty dick. Then she began to grunt shamelessly and grind her jiggling buttocks on the desk, thrusting her hair fringed fissure furiously into the stabbing impalement of his member. "Fuck me lover," she mewled, gasping and groaning wantonly. "Unhhhhhhhh-hhhhhhh! Unhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh harder Mr. Mitchell, harder! Push it in harder and fuck me really hard!"
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Bill sighed. The sweat beaded on his forehead, and his lips twisted into a lurid smile of wanton sexual pleasure. Then he paused to look at his prick. Only the first several inches were embedded in Julie's vagina, and the sight aroused him tremendously. He could see the thick, blue veined shaft boring into her, and the lips of her cunt wetly encircling his dick. Even as he stared the pouting, swollen labia contracted reflexively around his bloated organ, sending another spasm of irresistible pleasure coursing through his loins. Bill groaned hungrily and continued to stare, unable to take his eyes from the naked teenager's hair fringed fissure. Then he raised his eyes to Julie's face. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and leaned over her. Then, staring against at her pussy, he slowly slid the rest of his aching member into the clasping warmth of her vagina.
"Awwwwwwwwww," Julie mewled. Her face contorted in an expression of agonized desire, and she rolled her head wildly on the desk. "Fuck me lover, fuck me! Oh God your dick is so big! Unhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me really hard!"
Panting shamelessly, Julie suddenly threw up her long tapering legs and wrapped them tightly around Bill's back. Then she bounded her ripe buttocks faster than before, lewdly grinding her lush pubic mound into his belly. It was more than Bill could stand. He had wanted to take his time in fucking her. He knew he couldn't take her exquisitely tight pussy very long without cumming, and as long as he was going to risk his neck screwing a sixteen year old girl he wanted to enjoy it as long as possible. But that was out of the question now. His erection had stiffened to the point of being painful, and his balls were so bloated with sperm that he could feel them throbbing rhythmically, almost like his heart. Bill groaned and withdrew his prick until only the swollen head parted the lips of her pussy. Then he quickly thrust it all the way back in again, sighing with pleasure as he felt the orbs of his balls touch the sizzling cleft of her buttocks. As Julie whimpered beneath him he fucked her faster and faster, furiously reaming out her gurgling cunt with the meaty thickness of his tumescent member.
"Unhhhhhhhh," Julie moaned. Her face clouded over as if she had been drugged and her eyelids closed and opened slowly, like the shutter of a camera. "Fuck me," she whimpered, her voice soft and childlike. "Unhhhhhhh ... Mr. Mitchell ... oh God ... fuck me! Unhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... fuck me harder. Fuck me really hard."
"Ahhhhhhhh," Bill sighed. He looked hard at Julie's face and body, and as he did so an almost sadistic smile crossed his face. Shit, he thought; she looks like she's been hypnotized. Julie's cheeks were flushed with arousal, and her entire body had taken on a reddish glow that made her look even younger than she was. Her lips were parted insensibly, and she did not respond visibly now to the meaty, savage thrusts of Bill's bloated organ in her pussy. In a way, he thought, it was like he was dead, like the fucking was so good for her that she'd fallen into a trance. The only part of her that was still very much alive was her cunt. As Bill hammered his blood engorged member into her he could feel the walls of her vaginal sheath clinging even more forcefully to his blue veined shaft, milking and sucking hungrily at his dick as if to draw it all the way into her womb.
Well, Bill thought, I know how to wake you up. He chuckled under his breath in anticipation of Julie's reaction. Then he lifted his hands from her thighs. He wrapped his fingers lustfully around the shivering globes of her breasts and milked them lasciviously, grinning as he saw the pink buds of her nipples stiffen with the sensation. Then he began to grind his hips with all the strength he had in him, furiously ramming his blood engorged member into her reeking vagina as hard as he could.
"Unnnnnnggghhhhhhh," Julie groaned. Her eyes opened wide, then closed again. Then her face again contorted in a wounded expression, and she began to roll her head convulsively on the desk top. "Fuck me lover, fuck me," she groaned. She tightened her slender thighs around Bill's back and drew his body closer to her, trying to pull his dick farther into her body. Then she again gyrated her lush pubic mound rhythmically back and forth, meeting every stabbing thrust of Bill's rampant erection.
"Yeah," Bill muttered. He squeezed Julie's breasts more tightly and looked into her eyes. "You like that, don't you," he muttered, grimacing as he buried his prick to the hilt in her pussy. "You really like that a lot."
"Unhhhhhhhhhhh! Awwwwwwww!! Fuck me Mr. Mitchell, fuck me!" Julie moaned. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him suddenly into her, sighing as his chest flattened her jiggling breasts. Then she kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth as she continued to drive her hair fringed pussy into the hammering thrusts of his erection. "Oh God that feels so good! Unhhhhhh! Unhhhhhhhh! Harder lover, oh God do it harder! Awwwwww! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Then, suddenly, Bill could feel Julie's body tightening all over. Her nostrils flared, and her lips spread animalishly in an expression of ravenous passion. "Ohhhhh," she moaned, rolling her head on the desk. "Ohhhhhhh ... Mr. Mitchell ... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... " She withdrew her thighs from Bill's back and splayed them nakedly, digging her heels into the corners of the desk. Then she gasped hard, and shuddered, and then she violently arched her back, lifting them both off the desk and thrusting her pussy forward so that every inch of his throbbing erection was buried in her cunt.
"Fuck me lover, fuck me!" she squealed. She threw her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him hotly, thrusting her tongue lewdly into his mouth. "Unhhhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm going to ... unhhhhhhhh! AWWWWWWWWWWWWW! FUCK ME! OH GOD FUCK ME I'M CUMMING! UNHHHHHH! UNHHHHHHH! I'M CUUUUMMMMMIIIIIINGGGGGG! AW-AWWWWWWWWW! I'M CUMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGGGG! AWW! Awwwww ... "
For a moment Julie remained poised on the desk, her whole body arched as her loins shuddered in the consummating spasms of her orgasm. Bill could feel the hair fringed lips of her pussy contracting around his swollen shaft, spasmodically sucking and milking it deep into her belly. Then she sighed heavily, and then she relaxed completely on the desk.
"Unnngghhhhh," Bill grunted. As the naked teenager lay quietly beneath him he continued to fuck her for another full minute, furiously reaming out her ravished pussy with the length of his rampant erection. Then he felt the cum churning in his balls, and he knew he was about to cum. He dug his fingers into Julie's shapely thighs and rammed his cock all the way into her cunt, wanting every inch of his member bathing in her gurgling slit for his orgasm. Then his prick hardened more stiffly, and then the creamy white sperm gushed furiously from his aching prick. There was more of it than there had even been with Sharon, more than he could remember having cum in his life. His balls emptied again and again, shooting and spurting torrents of semen deep inside Julie's sweating young body. For what felt like an hour Bill remained motionless, gasping as his testicles drained themselves of their load of seminal fluid. Then he smiled, even more obscenely and pleasurably than Julie had, and then he fell heavily onto her body.
"Mmmmmmm," Julie mewled. She whimpered and sighed dreamily, bathing in the salacious pleasure that tingled throughout her naked body. Then she wrapped her arms around Bill's neck and kissed him gratefully, laving her tongue deep into his mouth. She knew that she still had to make sure that he wouldn't interfere with Steve and Mark's impending blackmail of her mother. But that wasn't any problem anymore, and she wasn't worried about it. Julie knew that Bill had enjoyed fucking her much more than Sharon. He hadn't said so yet in so many words, but Julie had felt him cumming in her pussy, and she knew that no man could vent so much semen if he wasn't completely aroused. As long as he had her lush sixteen year old body around to give him sexual satisfaction whenever he wanted it he'd forget about Sharon entirely.
And Julie wasn't about to leave him. She sighed happily and hugged Bill tight to her, mewling as she felt his hairy chest press into her distended nipples. That was another problem she could cross of her list of worries. Mark and Steve wanted Sharon more than they wanted her; that was fine now; as far as Julie was concerned her mother could have them. Bill was forty years old, but he was a better lover than both of them. And in the months to come Julie would eagerly give him the chance to prove that fact: as often as he wanted to.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Excuse me, Mrs. Phillips? Mrs. Phillips, are you in there? Could we talk to you a moment, please?"
At the sound of the voice Sharon started and looked at the canvas door of her tent. Two silhouettes were visible behind it, and from the sound of the speaker she guessed they were probably two teenage residents of the camp. Sharon moaned softly and looked at her watch. It was now 8:15 in the evening, and she was due to rendezvous with Bill in his tent in a quarter of an hour. She didn't want to be late. They hadn't had sex together since their first encounter the day before, and she had been horny all day thinking about what they would do tonight. Why do they have to talk to me now, she thought peevishly. Sharon sighed again, then stood up and slipped into her bathrobe; she didn't want the boys, whoever they were, just to see her in her panties and brassiere. Then she unbuttoned the canvas "door" and looked outside.
"Yes," she said hesitantly. She squinted her eyes and tried to peer into their faces. "What do you want to talk to me about."
"Well, it's kind of personal," one of the boys said. Sharon still couldn't see him in the dark, and it almost felt as if she was being spoken to by a pair of ghosts. "Do you mind if we came inside?"
"Why can't you tell me what it is right here?"
"Well, it's personal, like I said," the same boy replied, sounding a little uncomfortable. "It won't take too long."
"Well ... " Sharon said. She glanced at her watch again and looked irritably at the two boys. Even as she spoke to them she could feel the pouting lips of her moist pussy dampening with arousal as she thought of Bill Mitchell; she had been waiting to go to bed with him all day, and she didn't want to be late now. "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier, whatever it is?" she said softly. "I was free most of the day."
"We didn't know about it until just now," the boy said. "Look, it's really important. Can't we come inside, just for a little while."
"Well ... " Sharon deliberated. She thought of Bill Mitchell's naked body, and then she looked back at the boys. Then she sighed heavily and stepped aside so they could enter her tent. "Whatever it is, please do me a favor and make it fast. I've had an exhausting day and I want to get to sleep as soon as possible."
"Oh, we'll make it fast, Mrs. Phillips. Don't worry," the boy said. He grinned charismatically, and then he and his silent companion entered the tent.
In the light Sharon recognized them immediately. Her forehead knitted with concern, and she quickly fastened the snaps of the canvas door to insure complete privacy. Then she turned back to them. Steve and Mark had been inseparable with her daughter all summer. She could not count the times she had watched the three of them walking off into the woods together, just as she could not count the times she had wondered what exactly they did together. Now her first thought was for Julie's welfare; if Steve and Mark had come to see her, it probably had something to do with her daughter.
"You two," Sharon began hesitantly. "You two are the boys who've been ... spending so much time with Julie. Isn't that right, Steve and Mark?"
"That's my name," Steve said. He grinned broadly and glanced at Mark, as if the two of them shared some sort of private joke. He was a very handsome young man, Sharon thought appraisingly, but there was something disturbing about his appearance; the light in his eyes, the shape of his smile, his subtle leering expression made him look prematurely sadistic, like a sixteen year old Marquis de Sade. Sharon glanced at his lean, athletic body, and for the first time she noticed that Steve was holding, very carefully, a large manila folder in his right hand.
"What's this about?" Sharon said. She sat gingerly on the cot and stared intently at the two teenagers' smiling faces. "Is this about Julie? Is there something ... what did you want to talk to me about?"
"It's not about Julie," Steve said slowly. He looked at Mark, and again they exchanged knowing smiles. Mark covered his mouth with his hand, and Sharon sensed that the boy was laughing at her.
"Well what is it about then?" Sharon said impatiently. She glared at them with her coldest, most imperious expression, but at the same time she felt herself fidgeting nervously on the cot; their behavior was disturbing her, making her afraid of the unknown. "I swear, if this is your idea of some kind of a joke I'll see that the both of you are sent to Bill Mitchell's tent first thing in the morning. There's a time and a place for you boys to talk to counselors, but this is my free time and this certainly ... "
"It isn't a joke," Steve said suddenly. For a moment he looked at Sharon seriously. Then he smiled again, and this time his grin was obviously sadistic. "We have some pictures to show you, that's all. Very interesting pictures, and very important, too."
"What?" Sharon began. She looked back and forth between the two boys in stupefaction, dumbfounded by their blatant insolence towards a counselor. Then, just as she was about to phrase her anger into words, Steve stepped forward.
"Some pictures," he repeated. He hefted the envelope lightly in his hand and grinned at Sharon malevolently. Then he handed it to her, and then stepped back quickly, as if he were retreating from the lit fuse of a bomb.
Sharon held the folder in her hand and stared at the cover. Steve and Mark's behavior was inexcusably insolent, and she reminded herself that, regardless of the folder's contents, she would have to make sure that Bill reprimanded them the following morning. Then she opened it and looked at the first picture. Immediately she felt as if she would be sick. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes widened enormously; she felt her stomach turn over several times, and then a cold shudder of fear ran up her spine and did not go away, simply stayed there and knotted and made her tremble all over with fear.
"Like it?" Steve asked evenly.
"Oh my God," Sharon breathed softly. For a moment longer she continued to stare at the picture, looking numbly at the photographic image of herself shamelessly fucking Bill Mitchell in his tent; his naked buttocks, her milk white thighs wrapped needfully around his back, the stiff shaft of his erection boring into her hair fringed pussy and, worst of all, her own expression of obscene sexual pleasure. Then she lifted the picture and stared numbly at the second. It was virtually identical ... as was the third, and fourth, and fifth, and sixth. Unable to control herself, Sharon riffled through all of them, stopping only at the photograph of Bill madly sucking her gurgling cunt at the bottom of the stack. Then she closed the folder and pushed it violently away from her, as if it were diseased.
"Really interesting, aren't they?" Steve said. He grinned from ear to ear, and as Sharon stared at him numbly he stepped forward and then sat directly next to her on the bed, so close that their thighs touched. "And important, too; don't you agree? I mean, Mark and me, we really hate to bust in on you like this, during your free time and all, but this was such an interesting, important bunch of photographs that we figured, well, you know. I'll bet you understand, at least now."
"What does this mean?" Sharon asked quietly. Her voice shook noticeably, and after a moment she realized that her body was shaking along with it. She was not, strangely enough, in a state of shock. In a way her conscience had been expecting some sort of aftermath ever since she had had sex with Bill, and now that it had come she knew what it was, was not surprised by it at all; already even the numbness was fading away. But she was terribly, terribly afraid. Because though she did not understand why the boys took the photographs, or how they were taken, she did know one thing for certain: now that they had them, they had her in their complete control. They could do anything they wanted to her. Anything.
"What do you think it means?" Steve asked. He glanced at Mark, and the two chuckled drily. Then he turned back to Sharon. His grin was wider than ever before, and for the first time she noticed the lump in his pants; his erection was huge, obviously even larger than Bill's, and very stiff.
"You see, Sharon," Steve began quietly. He leaned closer and draped his arm familiarly around her waist, as if the two were old friends. "Mark and me, we've got this problem. We've got these really important, interesting photographs here, and we're trying to decide what to do with them. They're all sorts of things we could do. I mean, on one hand, we could show them to some people; they are so interesting, after all. Like-oh, I don't know-we could show them to the people who own this camp, or some cheap newspaper, or maybe even the local PTA. Maybe what we ought do is just run off a whole bunch of copies and send them to everybody in your hometown ... just to see what would happen, you know? And I'll bet Julie would be real interested, too."
Sharon shuddered and bit her lip and said nothing. Every bone in her body told her to attack Steve and throw him out of her tent, but she knew she could not do that; if she angered him he might blackmail her and then send out the pictures anyhow. Sharon suddenly imagined a dozen of her neighbors receiving the photographs, and her eyes moistened with tears. This was already the most humiliating moment in her life.
"Or," Steve continued. He looked meaningfully at the voluptuous bulges of Sharon's body under the bathrobe and smiled wickedly. "Mark and me, we could just decide that these pictures are too important and interesting to be shown to anyone. We could just throw all the copies away and not show them to anyone ... keeping the negatives, of course, just in case we ever changed our minds. And I'll tell you, Sharon, we've thought about it and we just can't make up our minds. So that's what we came in to talk to you about. What do you think we should do? Hmmmm!"
"What do you want?" Sharon asked quietly. She tried to keep her voice as cold and defiant as possible, but her entire body was trembling with fear and shame. "You bastard, you ... don't tease me like this. You know where you've got me. Just tell me what you want."
Steve grinned and shared a knowing look with his still silent friend. Then he stood up. Without taking his eyes from Sharon he pulled off his T-shirt and kicked off his tennis shoes. Then he undid his belt buckle and slowly slid down his pants. As he did so Sharon saw first his stomach, then his black pubic hair, and then the meaty trunk of his blue veined erection. Then the pants were on the ground, and Steve was completely naked.
"Oh God," Sharon murmured. She averted her eyes and tried not to stare at the sixteen year old's lean, muscular body. But she could not help herself. His penis was absolutely huge. The long, thick shaft was completely gorged with blood; it stood out from his flat stomach with rock hard stiffness, the swollen cock head bobbing luridly against his navel.
"Like me?" Steve asked. He giggled and looked at Sharon knowingly. Then he sat back down on the cot and stretched comfortably, backed into the mattress. "Now it's your turn, honey. Stand up and give us a nice little show."
"Please," Sharon said quietly. She averted her eyes to the sides of the tent, trying not to stare at the naked teenage body next to her on the cot. "Please don't do this to me. I'll give you money if you want it, I'll give you anything but ... please don't do this. Please don't ... "
"Forget it, honey," Steve said evenly. "Just stand up like a good girl and do as you're told."
"Oh," Sharon murmured. She paused a moment, biting her lip hard so she wouldn't cry and humiliate herself even further. Then she stood up quickly and turned to face Steve, standing directly in front of him like his personal slave.
"That's right," Steve said condescendingly. He threw up his legs and shifted his body to lay vertically on the cot. Then he folded one hand behind his head and wrapped the other around the bloated trunk of his organ. His erection seemed to be growing stiffer by the moment, and as Sharon stared at it she could actually see it throbbing.
"Now take off your clothes," Steve said.
Sharon hesitated only a moment. She could feel her face flushed with embarrassment, and it was everything she could do not to cry. Then she undid the sash of her bathrobe and let it fall from her shoulders to the ground, leaving herself clad only in her panties and brassiere.
"Very good," Steve said. He looked at the voluptuous curves of her body and slowly stroked the meaty thickness of his organ; it was like she was a striptease artist and he was enjoying his own personal show. "Now take off the rest of the stuff. Come on, Sharon; you don't have to be shy around us."
"Please," Sharon said helplessly. "Please don't do this to ... " But even as she spoke she knew it was hopeless, and she abruptly stopped talking. She took a deep breath and struggled to control herself. Then she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her brassiere. The white cotton undergarment slid from her shoulders, revealing the enormous globes of her milk white breasts. Sharon took another deep breath and tried to stand as motionless as possible. But that was hopeless too; her breasts were so large that they swayed and jiggled salaciously with the smallest motion of her body, as if she were arousing Steve on purpose.
"Nice," Steve said. He stared hungrily at the swell of her ample mammaries and stroked his engorged member more quickly, as if he were priming an engine. "Now the panties."
"Oh God ... " Sharon began. But she stopped herself again. She slid her fingers down her hips and held the hem of the dainty, translucent undergarment. Then she slid them down the ivory smooth taper of her milk white thighs, leaving herself completely naked.
"Jesus," Steve muttered. He stared hungrily at the pouting, hair fringed lips of Sharon's moist pussy and for a moment rubbed his erection that much harder, as if the sight of the curvaceous blonde's naked body made him uncontrollably horny. Then he stopped abruptly. Grinning, he folded both arms behind his head and relaxed completely on the cot; the meaty shaft of his bloated organ bobbed and twitched luridly, like a rubberized shaft emerging stiffly from his loins.
"Now Sharon," Steve said easily. "There's just one more thing I want you to do." He stared at Sharon hard, and for the first time she realized that he was breathing with difficulty, that in spite of his incredibly calm demeanor he was very, very excited. "I want you to come to this cot, and climb on top of it, and straddle me so that your knees are next to my waist. And then I want you to fuck me."
In spite of herself Sharon gasped. She looked at Steve's erection, and then she glanced wildly around the tent, wondering frantically if there might be some way she could escape the tent and run so far that no one she knew would ever see her again. But that was impossible. She didn't feel like it or look like it, but she was biologically 35 years old. She had a home, and a daughter, and a lifestyle that she was too settled and comfortable in to leave even if she had wanted to. No; Steve had her exactly where he wanted her, and he could keep her there, too.
"Come on, Sharon," Steve said leeringly. "Be a good girl and get on the cot."
Sharon took a deep breath and closed her eyes and stepped to the cot. She climbed over Steve's naked body and straddled him exactly as he had instructed her. Her knees dug into the thin mattress to either side of his hips, making the cot sag with their combined weight. Her body faced his, and the fleshy lips of her moist vagina loomed less than six inches over the long shaft of his throbbing prick.
"Satisfied?" Sharon said bravely. Her lips trembled with emotion, and she looked at Steve as hatefully as she could.
"Not yet," Steve muttered. His face was flushed and his eyes were glazed, and he was obviously staring lustfully at the jiggling globes of Sharon's milk white breasts. "Hold my cock and put it in your pussy. You get to do all the work yourself."
"You bastard," Sharon whispered fiercely. Her lips trembled more noticeably, and her eyes were moist with loathing and shame. "I'll never forgive you for this, for doing this to me, I'll never ... "
"Just do what I tell you to," Steve said calmly. He studied Sharon's embarrassed expression, giggled, and ran his finger through the hair fringed fissure of her pussy. "I mean, it's not as if you won't enjoy it ... "
Sharon glared at Steve and pushed his hand roughly away from her pussy, as if to say that she would do what she had to with him and no more. Then she took her last deep breath and looked down at his cock. It was indeed very, very large; the blue veined shaft was gorged and bloated with blood, and the spongy flesh of the head pulsed and throbbed lewdly with his arousal. Sharon bit her lip and forced herself to look at it; she could feel her whole body trembling with humiliation, and she prayed that she wouldn't start crying now. Then she reached down and gingerly touched the meaty thickness of his erection. It felt turgid and rubbery against her fingers, like every man's hard penis felt, and as she touched it she could feel the blood throbbing through its entire length. Trembling, Sharon moved her fingers down the tumescent stalk and wrapped her hand around the base, positioning the purplish head directly under the opening of her cunt. Then she closed her eyes and slowly, shamefully, lowered herself onto it. The head touched her vagina, and a moment later she felt the pouting lips of her pussy being drawn apart as the first several inches entered her cunt. In spite of herself Sharon winced; Steve's cock already felt huge inside her, and she had two thirds of it left to go.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Steve sighed. He grinned broadly and looked at the spectacle of his swollen cock head embedded in the tight, hair fringed fissure of Sharon's pussy. "That's good, baby," he muttered lewdly. "You're doing real good. Now go ahead and put the rest of my cock inside you ... every single inch of my big hard dick!"
"Unhhh," Sharon moaned. Her face flushed, and her breathing quickened; already she could feel the walls of her pussy lubricating to accept the size of Steve's member, and she knew he would feel it too. Sharon bit her lip and struggled again to control herself. Then she splayed her milk white thighs further apart and slowly impaled herself on his blood engorged organ, wincing with agonized desire as she felt its meaty thickness filling up her cunt.
"Ahhhhhh," Steve murmured. He opened his eyes wide and watched excitedly as the staff of his dick slid into the naked blonde's incredibly tight, wet pussy. Then it was all the way inside her, boring deeply into her belly; he could see the secret flesh of her inner thighs resting against his hips, the fleecy black curls of her pubic mound lightly touching the sac of his testicles.
"Okay," Steve said, "Now fuck me." He flexed his buttocks once, thrusting his cock into her vagina as if to show her what the word meant. "Go ahead, Sharon; fuck me nice and fast and hard."
"Unhhhhhhhh," Sharon moaned. She shuddered and closed her eyes tight, struggling vainly to repress the feelings of ravenous sexual passion that now coursed through her loins. Steve's big dick felt very, very good in her cunt; her pussy had already flooded itself with the juices of her arousal, and in spite of herself she knew that she wanted to fuck him, wanted to feel his stiff erection pounding into her vagina again and again. It was incredibly humiliating, but she couldn't help it. Steve had planned it that way all the long.
"Go ahead, honey," Steve said leeringly. He ran his fingers through her pubic hair and salaciously fondled the bud of her erected clitoris. "Go ahead and fuck me; you know you want to!"
"Unhhhhhhhh," Sharon mewled. Whimpering, she leaned forward and dug her palms into the mattress to either side of Steve's chest, so that the jiggling globes of her bosom swayed provocatively over him. Then she instinctively began to grind her hips up and down, slowly and rhythmically fucking her hair fringed pussy with the meaty length of his bloated organ.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Steve sighed. His expression contorted, and his forehead beaded with sweat; it was obvious that he was becoming too excited to maintain his veneer of apathy. "That's good, Sharon," he gasped, mouthing the words with some difficulty. "Now do it harder ... that's right ... fuck me really hard!"
"Unh unh unh unhhhhhh ... " Sharon groaned. Her eyes flickered open and shut, and her cheeks reddened dramatically with her irresistible horniness. With every thrust of Steve's member into her body she could feel her clitoris growing stiffer and stiffer; her pussy was literally gurgling with the profusion of her juices, and she knew that as much as she hated the blackmail and rape she would soon cum. Groaning and grunting, she splayed her thighs as far apart as they would go. Then she bucked her rounded buttocks over his lean young body in an animalistic frenzy of lust, furiously reaming out her hair fringed fissure with the length of his throbbing erection.
"Ahhhhh," Steve sighed. His eyes closed, and for a moment he lay absolutely motionless, savoring the ecstasy of his tumescent shaft being sucked and milked by the tight, clasping wetness of Sharon's vagina. Then he put his hands on his hips and ground his hips on the cot, eagerly meeting every thrust of her body. "Tell me how much you like it, Sharon," he muttered leeringly. "I know you like it now, so don't try to fool me. Tell me how much you love to fuck me!"
"You bastard," Sharon muttered. She managed to give him her most vindictive stare, but she did not pause a moment in the tempo of their copulation; her loins were now filled with her raging genital heat, and her desire for his cock was completely out of control. "Yes I like it you son of ... unhhhhhhh! Oh God ... awwww-wwwwww! Unh unh that feels good, oh God, so gooood! Awwwwwwwwwwww-ww! Fuck me Steven! Unnnnnhhhhhh God I can't help it, fuck me really hard!"
"Sheeit," Steve muttered happily. He giggled and looked up at Sharon's face, laughing openly at her as she hungrily reamed out her pussy with the turgid stalk of his member. Her face was flushed with horniness, and with every impalement of her body on his dick she literally gasped with the sensation. But he wanted more. Steve grinned in expectation and trailed his fingers through the fleecy, damp curls of Sharon's pubic vee. Then he touched the distended bud of her clitoris and began to fondle it lasciviously. "Moan louder, Sharon," he demanded. "Moan real loud and beg me to rub your cunt, just like I'm doing. Don't worry; nobody can hear us. You can moan and groan just as loud as you want!"
"Unhhhhhhhh!" Sharon mewled. As she felt Steve's fingers close around her clitoris she gasped with the incredible pleasure of the sensation. Then she dug her knees forcibly into the mattress and began to bound her naked buttocks so quickly that her hips appeared to be a blur, eagerly impaling herself on Steve's rampant erection. "Fuck me Steven, fuck me!" she mewled. Overwhelmed by her sexual passion, she suddenly lunged forward and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him shamelessly as she continued to grind her pussy over his bloated prick. "Unhhh God ... Steven ... unhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me ... fuck me harder ... mmmmmm ... so gooood ... ungghh ... so goood!"
Then Sharon felt someone's fingers touch the rounded cheeks of her ass. Her eyes opened wide and she paused, wondering if Steven were fondling her. As she did so the fingers dug into her naked flesh and spread her buttocks wide apart. Then one of them entered the sizzling cleft, poking obscenely at the puckered ring of her anus.
"Oh my God," Sharon murmured. She started and turned around, craning her head to see what it was. Then her eyes opened still further, and a new shudder of terrible, shameful fear made her body quake on the cot.
It was Mark. While she had been fucking Steven he had silently stripped off all his clothes, leaving himself completely naked. His cock was very big and very hard; the thick shaft stood out from his balls like a length of iron pipe, bobbing stiffly against his stomach. As Sharon looked at it Mark climbed onto the cot. He knelt between her nakedly splayed thighs and again dug his fingers into the plump cheeks of her tight buttocks, this time spreading them far enough apart to reveal the small, puckered sphincter of her asshole. Then he chuckled and slowly moved forward, aiming the twitching head of his dick towards the forbidden orifice of her rectum.
"Oh Jesus!" Sharon whimpered. Her eyes widened hugely, and then she began to struggle frantically to free herself from Steve's body. "No," she cried, her entire face contorted in an expression of animal fear. "No you can't do that to me, no no no! I won't let you! Awwww! Get away from me, stop it, get away!"
"Sheeit," Steve muttered. He grinned at Sharon and locked his powerful arms tightly around her waist, making her escape impossible. Then he looked knowingly at his best friend. "Go ahead Mark, fuck her really good. She deserves it!"
Mark only grinned in response. Then he felt the blood throbbing through his erection, and he lowered his eyes to stare hungrily at Sharon's anus. Her rectal orifice was obviously virginal and very small; he knew it would be a tight fit getting all of his cock in there, and the thought of his member soaking in the clasping warmth of her bowel tract made his entire body crawl with irresistible lust. Groaning expectantly, Mark planted his hands in the cot to either side of Sharon's body and then leaned over her, pushing his cock into the sizzling cleft of her buttocks until the swollen head rested obscenely against the crinkled ring of her pink asshole. That only made him hornier. He knew that if he had any decency at all he should insert his prick slowly into her, giving her time to adjust to the ravishment of her anus. But he didn't feel decent, at least not now.
"Ahhhhhhh," Mark sighed; it was the first sound he had made all evening. He winced and pushed his throbbing cock forward, sighing as he felt the tip part the rubbery lips of Sharon's rectum. Then with one savage thrust he hammered his hips forward, cruelly burying every inch of his enormous member into the ravaged heat of her anus.
"Aaaarrrrrrggghhhhhh!" Sharon shrieked. Her face contorted in an expression of pure agony, and for a moment the pain was so intense that she was sure she would faint. "Take it out of me! Aaarr-rrgghhhhhh! Take it out! Aww god damn it you're killing me! Aaaawwwww ... "
"All right!" Steve said. He studied Sharon's expression and grinned from ear to ear, taking sadistic amusement in the sodomistic rape of her anus. Then he quickly ground his hips on the bed, furiously and rhythmically sliding his blood engorged member into the gurgling slit of her pussy. "Go ahead, Mark," he gasped, fucking Sharon faster and faster. "Ream out her asshole real good! Show her what it feels like!"
Obediently Mark pulled back his hips, withdrawing the shaft of his prick from Sharon's reeking rectal orifice until only the head parted the pink, fleshy lips. Then he savagely rammed it all the way back in again, and then he began to furiously ream out her asshole with quick, convulsive movements of his tumescent organ. Then the two boys were fucking Sharon in unison, hungrily ravaging her voluptuous nakedness with the meaty thickness of their two pronged cock. Sharon groaned miserably and relaxed between them, helplessly submitting herself to the unspeakable debasement. She felt her eyes moistening with tears, and she no longer made the slightest effort to suppress them. The pain was bad enough, but it was nothing compared to the incredible shame and embarrassment of being treated so cruelly by two sixteen year old boys. She had never been so utterly humiliated in her life.
Then, incredibly, Sharon realized she was beginning to like it. The pain in her rectum was no longer existent; instead it had been replaced by a deep, guttural throbbing that was more intensely pleasurable than anything she had ever known. For a long moment she bit her lip and struggled to resist the depraved ecstasy; she knew that if she gave in, the boys would have succeeded in raping her mind as well as her body. But it was too much. With every thrust of Mark's meaty cock she could feel the rubbery walls of her anus clinging warmly to his turgid shaft, milking it deep into her bowels in the convulsive needs of sex. And Steve's huge prick pounding through her pussy, the two of them fucking her at once ... it was more than she could stand.
"Unhhhhhhhh," Sharon mewled. She bit her lip and remained motionless a moment longer, making a last effort to control her shameless sexual excitement. Then she quickly ground her lithe hips between them, eagerly thrusting her voluptuous body to meet every satisfying thrust of their meaty erections. "Fuck me!" she mewled, grunting and groaning wantonly. "Unhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me harder! Oh God I can feel it yes I can feel it ... awwwww-wwww! Harder oh harder, fuck me as hard as you can!"
"Sheeeit," Steve muttered. He grinned from ear to ear at Sharon's debasement and looked at Mark knowingly. Then the two of them began to pound their bloated pricks into her ravaged body in a guttural frenzy of lust, fucking her cunt and asshole with all the lean strength they had between them.
It was more than Sharon could take. For several seconds she stopped breathing, poising motionless as the two boys rhythmically pounded their throbbing erections into her naked body. Then she felt the orgasm building with her. Her back stiffened, and her skin goosebumped and tingled from head to toe. Then the first spasms racked through her loins and bowel tract, shaking her once again with the most luscious ecstasy she had ever known.
"Awwwwwww!" Sharon mewled. Her lips spread in unspeakable pleasure, then pouted obscenely as the sensations became unbearable. "Fuck me," she whimpered. "Oh Mark oh Steven fuck me! Unh unh unh unhhhhhhhh fuck me harder I'm going to cum! AWWWWWWWWW! FUCK ME! FUCK ME I'M CUUMMIING! UNGG-HHH! AWWWWWWW! I'M CUMMMMING I'M CUMMING I'M CU-MMINGGGGG! AWWW! AWWW! GGGGGG! AWWWWWWWWW! Ahhhhh ... ahhhh ... ahh hhhhhh-hh ... "
Then it was over. Sighing and whimpering, Sharon closed her eyes and relaxed between Steve and Mark's naked bodies. She could feel their stiff erections still hammering into her ravaged asshole and pussy, and after a moment, in spite of her exhaustion, she began to grind her hips to give them more pleasure. She wanted to give them pleasure, she realized; she wanted them to enjoy fucking her more than any other woman on earth. She knew that thinking that was terrible, but she couldn't help it. She was their slave now; they could do anything they wanted to her, and not because of the pictures; no, because they knew how much she would enjoy it. Being blackmailed was the worst thing that had ever happened to her.
But it was also the best. Sharon giggled and sighed, amused by the inconsistency of her thoughts. Then she whimpered salaciously and bucked her hips more quickly, offering up the pleasure of her luscious body to her two young lovers again and again.
