Ex-marine Sergeant Ace Pines threw the heavy steel bolt on his cabin door. The long bar fell down into place with a metallic thud. He swiveled on his prosthetic left leg, a substitute of wood which replaced that portion of his maimed body lost to shrapnel, gangrene, and a quick scalpel in World War II. He headed for the butcher-block table at the center of the room where his voluptuous virgin daughter fingered a lock of her long, blonde hair.
Lucy Pines watched her father drag the lame leg behind him. It scraped along the roughshod floor, its dragging sound an incessant reminder of her father's suffering. He drew himself up to the chair and stared down at her. "What are you looking at, bitch?"
"Nothing, Daddy. I was just-"
He raised his hand, as if to slap her across the face.
"Please! No!" she begged. It was a fifty-fifty chance that he would follow through. He hit her like that before, often enough and with no real reason, so that she no longer knew what prompted his rage. Sometimes, she suspected, he was just testing his strength, trying to see if he could still keep her in line. "I didn't mean anything. Really...."
He lowered his hand. "Ah, stop your moaning. I'm sick of it." From the side he lowered himself into his chair. Then he used both hands to pull his leg up and around in front of him under the table. "You're like your mother," grumbled Ace Pines. "Always staring. Always wishing for things that can't be." He looked up at her. From behind the lapels of her house coat leaned the supple flesh of two full creamy breasts. "And cover yourself up for the love of God! Where do you think you are?"
Lucy pulled the robe tight around her chest.
"You act like some sort of whore," continued her father. "I saw you eyeing that one today. What's his name? George? The new counselor?"
Lucy blushed and tried to hide it.
"Yeah. George," said Ace Pines. "That's the one alright. You think because you're fifteen you can fuck anything in pants, eh? Well, let me tell you something, Lucy: I catch you looking at one of them boys-I don't care if he's ten years old-I'm gonna whup you worse than you ever got it before." He grabbed his bottle of bourbon and poured a tall glass full of the liquor.
His threat to beat Lucy meant nothing. On countless occasions, especially since puberty, she'd been stripped and thrown over his knees, spanked and thrashed. Sometimes Pines used a razor strap on his daughter. Other times he beat her soft white ass cheeks with his bare hands. Always, however, she was naked.
"Now go on," he said. "Get up stairs and go to bed."
"But it's cold," she protested, eyeing the fire. "I don't-"
"Get out," he said, starting up again.
"Alright," said Lucy quickly. "Alright." She stood up from the table and started upstairs. She felt her father's cold eyes following her, burning through her.
"And be up early," he called after her. "You got plenty of work to be doing now that the camp's open. Don't forget that. You got plenty of work to keep you busy, and to keep your mind off George and all the other men around here." He mumbled something else, but Lucy couldn't hear. She was alone in her tiny room at the top of the cold cabin.
Outside a January snow filtered down to ice over everything in sight. Lucy rubbed a warm spot into one of the panes of the small window next to her bed. She could see two of the campers heading for their cabin. Unlike herself, they had the freedom to. be out at night, to wander the grounds in search of adventure, or just to go for a walk. She found herself wondering what George, the new counselor was doing right then. She wondered if he would like her, and if tomorrow, when she served breakfast at the main hall, if he would see her. She settled down in bed, still with her robe wrapped around her comely teenage body. She pulled up the down quilt, up around her shoulders and tried to keep warm.
She couldn't keep from thinking about George. He was one of three counselors at her father's camp. He'd come up the week before, to prepare for the younger men who would soon descend on the remote mountain retreat, to be left there by their vacationing parents. George was probably nineteen, or twenty, thought Lucy, and he'd probably made love to many women. She imagined what he must look like under his lumberjack jacket, under his flannel shirts and without his heavy corduroy trousers. She thought for sure that he must have big strong muscles in his arms and in his legs.
Lucy slid her hands under her house coat. She pulled on the elastic that kept her flannel underwear close to her body. The bottom garment slid down with her anxious fingers, down below her knees. She spread the robe so that she would have, under the down quilt, easy access to her own supple flesh. She slid her hands along her legs and rubbed at the tops of her slender thighs while she thought about what George must look like. She spread her fingers and kneaded the flesh of her tender loins. Her hands searched for the lips surrounding her vagina. He must have a big cock, she thought to herself as one finger tucked itself neatly away in the folds of her pussy. Her other hand wandered slowly up across her belly and teased her nipple. Chills-and not from the winter cold-climbed her spine and tingled in her neck. "Oh," she moaned softly but aloud. "Oooooh."
It wasn't the first time that Lucy masturbated herself. The first time had been a year before, when she was fourteen. Her father was away then, on a two day trip for provisions. She would have never have thought to play with her cunt while he was in the cabin. She'd done it automatically, late at night, in front of the fire. She'd just been laying there and her hands had gone wandering in her crotch, between her legs. She'd found some strange erect piece of flesh between the lips of her cunt. It was, she learned later, her clitoris. She tugged on it and it made her feel good. She had had no idea what pleasure she might find if she continued to tweak her clit. But a year later she'd discovered that if she timed things right, a gush would flow from her slit, that she could have a climax, though she hadn't known what to call it. She'd only done it, as she remembered now, because she was alone in the cabin with a strange feeling developing between her legs.
But now she knew exactly what to do in order to get herself all the pleasure she wanted. She slid her one hand to her titty and pulled on the rose colored nipple. She rubbed her palm across the tender flesh of her full heated breasts. She used a finger in her twat to rub the slippery developing erection of her clitoris. And then, when she was ready, she would switch. She would take one hand from her breast and reach under her butt. She would finger her asshole, and that would bring on the final throes of orgasm. That would bring the gush that she equated with absolute ecstasy.
Sometimes she masturbated herself while laying on her belly. She leaned back with one hand between her buttocks, and she rubbed her narrow ass crotch. With her other hand she penetrated her pussy. But always, ever since she could remember, it was the combination of a finger-fucking in her anus along with a digit in her twat that made her feel so good.
And so it was on this night. She rolled over on her belly and withdrew her hand from her soft ripe titty. She reached back behind herself and slid her finger along the narrow gap between her shapely flesh loaves. Her finger went to the familiar hole in her butt. She played and fiddled at the sphincter muscle while her other hand continued to work in her crotch. She added to this manipulation of her vagina and her bunghole the thought of George's erect penis, and the three together gave her cause to blush and perspire. The heat in her chest and her head, and in her crotch and in her anus, gave her cause to gasp aloud again: "Ooooh," she moaned. "God!"
She was nearly ready to flow when she heard the thunk and drag of her father's distinctive climb. He was coming upstairs. She couldn't risk being caught like this. She tried to hurry, tried to make herself gush. She wanted to come because to wait would mean waiting a long time. He slept in the same room with her, across from her, and if she moaned in ecstasy, and if Ace Pines were not drunk enough, he would wake up. If he discovered her masturbating, she would be punished brutally.
With this in mind, Lucy quickened her pace. She jammed her finger hard and fast in her anus. She tweaked her clit deliberately and accurately. She was only seconds from juicing herself into relief. She tried to imagine George's big flesh prong, tried to picture it riding up between her buttocks, spearing her bowels. But the clumping from her father's steady approach, the dragging maimed leg, made it hard to concentrate.
"Ooooh," she moaned aloud. "Please, God!" She finger-fucked herself with her agile trained fingers. "Oh, yes, God!" she moaned. "Please, George." Her finger in her anus slid down deep. She kept her eyes sharp on the thin line of light under the door of the bedroom. When a shadow appeared there, when the sound of her father's dragging left leg was close enough to block the light she would have to stop.
She jammed her anus muscle harder, pulled on it, tugged with her digit, and then penetrated all the way. She stuffed her butt full of her middle finger, and stabbed her cunt vigorously with her other hand's middle finger. "Ahhh," she said softly but aloud, "just another second and...."
The thumping was loud and clear. Lucy could hear her heart beat quicken as she neared orgasm, and she could hear her father's wooden leg dragging close to the door. "Just one more stroke," she muttered, slamming her finger into her asshole. "Just one more...."
The bedroom door opened. "What's that?" asked Ace Pines. "What's that? You talking to yourself?"
"Oh, Daddy," moaned Lucy, feigning sleep. "I must have been dreaming."
"Talking in your sleep," mumbled drunken Ace Pines. "Silly bitch. Like your mother." He made the difficult move into his cot and grumbled: "Bitches. Both the same. Couple of whores." He passed out.
Lucy pulled her hands slowly from between her legs. She lifted her thermal underwear up around her waist. And then she re-wrapped the robe, all of this under the down quilt. She pulled up the heavy blanket, up around her neck and closed her eyes. She was happy to feel the steady warm pulse and flow of fresh gush between her legs. And she wondered what it would have been like with a real penis.
CHAPTER TWO
While serving breakfast the next morning, Lucy caught George's attention. "Hello, hello," said the young counselor as he took his plate, "who are you?" Lucy blushed, but then she looked quickly over her shoulder to make sure that her father wasn't watching. "I'm Lucy Pines," she whispered, scooping a spoonful of scrambled eggs onto George's plate.
"The boss's daughter, eh?" said George with a keen eye to where old man Pines stood supervising. "I guess we have to be careful, eh?"
"Yes," said Lucy. But she boldly added: "But not so careful that nothing happens." She gave him a bright smile, and even under the heavy winter clothing Lucy's body radiated youth and a lusty warmth.
"I get your point," said George. "What about up on the lift before dinner?"
Lucy started to say yes, but she heard her father's steady clump and dragging peg-leg coming up behind her. She nodded and pretended to be interested in everything else except George who understood and played along. "What's taking you?" said old man Pines. "You been taking forever fooling around with the eggs. Get going, Lucy." His daughter went quickly to work fetching out more scrambled eggs for the line of campers.
She took her time, however, that afternoon when in front of the cabin mirror upstairs she prepared for her rendezvous with George. She dressed slowly, inspecting her ass to be sure that there wasn't so much as a single particle of dust between her smooth cheeks, examining her twat to be sure that it was slightly damp, ready, and powdering and perfuming the orifices to be sure that, if she got her way, everything would be delightful for George. She examined her long smooth legs which she'd had to shave in secret for the past five months because her father forbid her such vanities. The slender thighs were smooth and comely. She looked at her titties, too, held them up in front of the mirror by pushing with her hands from underneath. She was pleased with the way she looked in the nude, and she hoped that George would like her that way, too.
She dressed casually with a loose blouse, no bra, a ski sweater and parka. She wore a faded pair of warm corduroy pants, ski socks and boots, no panties. It was bad enough, thought Lucy, that she had to attract a man's attention through layer after layer of winter clothing without complicating things with a bra and panties. Finally, she applied her only color of lipstick to her thick moist lips. She put all the paraphernalia away, under her bed where she'd been hiding it for the past several months, and made her way downstairs.
Her father, she knew, would beat her severely if he caught her going out at this time. It was an hour reserved for rest, one that she'd fought sorely to win for herself. But he, too, took this part of the day off from working Camp Thunderbird in order to go to the bar in town, five miles up the canyon. So Lucy felt reasonably safe on her way up to the top of the ski route, there to meet with George at the lift. Half way there, however, she realized that she'd forgotten her zinc oxide, the greasy paste used to coat a skier's nose, to protect against the bright sun that can cause burns. She had to race back to the cabin to get the precious paste. But it was worth the trek back, she felt, for she had a special purpose in mind in bringing the oily stuff with her.
She arrived early at the lift, despite her worries and her forgetfulness. The lift cabin was deserted. She sat alone in one corner of the poorly lit room, shivering and afraid that George would not show up. She would have started a fire, but smoke from the cabin would have tipped off everyone that the cabin was being used. She sat in the corner waiting.
The door opened slowly. George peeked his head in. "Hello," she said casually, "I wasn't sure you'd made it up or not."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," said George with a toothy grin. He took off his cap and shut the wood door behind him. "You look even prettier than this morning."
"Thank you," said Lucy. "I'm glad you came." He took a seat next to her. "It's not every day," said Lucy, "that someone like you comes to Camp Thunderbird."
"And it's not every day," said George, sliding his hand down her thigh, "that the Sergeant's daughter smiles so pretty." He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. It was everything and more than Lucy had dreamed about. George used his tongue to kiss her. He ate everything her face had to offer. They French kissed long and hard. She gave him back her tongue, tentatively at first, and then passionately. "Ooooh," she sighed when he broke away. "You've kissed before, I bet."
"Sure," said George, "haven't you?"
"Only once or twice, when I was little." She smiled and waited for him to come back for more.
"In that case," he said, "we should practice some." He leaned into her mouth again. She accepted all of his flapping tongue this time, sucked on the mouth muscle. She heated up quickly, and a bright crimson blush filled her normally powdery cheeks. She reached into his parka and rubbed his chest while he massaged the back of her neck with his strong hands. She felt her way down the front of his belly, toward his belt. "Nice," he encouraged her. "I like that." She continued on her search for the flesh she'd dreamed about. "I want to get a feel of a real penis," she told him. "I never...."
"You're a virgin?" he asked, incredulous. By her blush and by her smile he knew the obvious answer. "Well, well, well, this is going to be some fun."
"For me, too, I hope," said Lucy. She wasn't afraid to admit how she felt about him, and about sex. "I want it to be good. My father doesn't let me out. If he knew I were here he'd beat me to a pulp. I want to have sex and I want it to be right."
"Sure, kid," said George. "Sure." His eyes flashed. He hadn't been expecting that Lucy would go all the way with him. He reached between her legs and rubbed her smooth thighs. She leaned up into his face and kissed him. He worked quickly to get her pants off of her hips. And he was happy to discover that she wore no panties, that her pussy was unfettered by any sort of prohibitive device. He wandered up, under her parka and blouse, and made his way out of the cold into the soft flesh cave between her titties. It was warm and smooth, supple, comely, and much much more than he'd bargained for. She was hot and ready on a moment's notice.
Lucy, for her part, kept her hands working at George's belt. He helped her by taking off his jacket. Despite the cold, he removed his pants, too. She saw his meat and exclaimed: "Oh, yes, I've been dreaming for three days about what it would look like." He watched her fall on her knees between his legs. She palmed his hog. "It's much bigger and prettier, even, than I ever imagined." She immediately looked up at him. "Do you mind if I put it in my, ah, if I...."
"You do whatever you want," said George, not believing his good luck to have found such an innocent and willing girl. "Just make yourself at home." He watched her put the head of his penis in her mouth. She did so tentatively at first. But once she got a good helping, and had adjusted to the idea of having the big hog head in her lips, she took to vigorously and enjoyably licking it. "Mmm," she hummed, "I never would have known if it weren't for you." That was all she said. The rest was suck and lick. She went up and down the incredible hog, nibbling on it like a woman starved for meat. She sucked and kissed it. She lapped at it, swabbed it, wet it down so fast and efficiently that George refused to believe that she was a virgin.
"Come on," he said, grabbing her under the arms and pulling her up onto her bare knee, "tell me the truth: you've had sex before haven't you?"
Lucy Pines shook her head. Her long blonde mane flowed back and forth, as though blown by some mysterious slow motion wind. "Never." She pressed her hot loins against his hairy, muscular thigh. He could feel a touch of juice run down on his leg. He liked the feel of her supple legs squeezing on his one upper leg. She reached down and took his penis from his crotch in her hands. She squeezed it and rubbed the wet tip. He pulled her face against his and kissed her again while she gave him a fine hand job. He didn't allow her to masturbate him all the way, though, because he wanted to be sure to be able to have plenty of thrust and jism for fucking her nice virgin twat.
George slid one hand down on his own leg so that his finger went up between the lips of Lucy's cunt. He felt around inside and found her ready clitoris. "For a girl who's never had it before," he said, "you sure know how you like things, eh?" He tweaked the clit and kissed her on the side of the neck. He worked down, opened her parka and her blouse, and kissed her soft curvy breasts. He helped himself to a long lick of her splendid ripe chest. He enjoyed every inch of bosom. She was young and fertile, and he had his finger in her twat, his tongue on her titties. "Oh, yeah," she moaned to him. "this is much better than I thought it would be."
"Really?" said George. "You been planning this for a while?"
"Ever since I saw you," she said. "I like to have sex. I know I do. It's just that I never had the opportunity." Even though George was only five years her elder (she was fifteen and he was nineteen) he felt the generation gap. But he put such intellectual thoughts aside and went back to feeling around inside the gap between Lucy's luscious blonde legs. "You're very beautiful," he said. "I like to touch you."
"I was hoping you would," she said. "I like to be touched like this." She took one of her own hands from his extending prick, and with it she guided one of George's hands to her back side. She stood up so that now he had one finger in her cunt and a suggestion about what to do with the other.
"You want me to finger your butt, honey?" he asked.
"If you wouldn't mind," she said. "I'd like that," She wondered if it would be different to have his finger, instead of her own as when she masturbated herself, fucking her bung-hole. She got the chance to compare. George rammed his finger up her anus. "Ooooh, yes," she cried out. "That's it. That's it, George. I love you." She pressed her cunt forward, took in more of his hard bony finger in her pussy and smiled at him. She leaned down with her long fingers and arms and grabbed his erection. "I'll do anything for you if you'll fuck me like that. Anything." She tugged on his rod. "Please," she said, "shove it up my ass, George. Give me that prick of yours up my asshole."
"I thought you said you were a virgin," huffed George. He was gasping for breath. The girl was so much hotter than he thought she would be. He'd had no idea that she would want it up the butt. He thought that perhaps they would kiss, there would be a struggle, and that perhaps he would get a dry hump. But she was much more demanding than all of that, and he didn't know quite what to make of it. "O.k.," he said, "I'll fuck you in the asshole, but first I want something in return." He was almost sure she'd say no. "I want you to eat my asshole."
"Turn around," said Lucy with a big wide grin.
"Hunh?"
"I can't eat your butt if you face me," she said. She stepped down, off from around his thigh. "Go on," she said, "I'm gonna lick your fanny." George was dumbfounded at how aggressive old man Pine's daughter turned out to be. But he turned around and waited for her tongue to go flying in his cold ass. Sure enough, he felt the warm swabbing meat go gliding down the groove of his butt. "Mmmm," he hummed, "that's it, kid. That's it."
Lucy rubbed her tongue up and down his ass groove. She used her hands to feel up his buttocks. She kneaded the hairy muscular flesh. He had a big ass, one that she could easily enjoy reaming. When she arrived with her mouth muscle at his anal entrance, she warned him: "O.k.," she said, "I'm coming inside with my tongue. Get ready."
"I'm ready," moaned George. Go to it." He snapped his fingers. "Stick it right in, baby-doll. Help yourself."
Lucy leaned forward and held his buttocks apart. She stuffed his asshole full of hot tongue. She licked the sphincter and pressed past it even. She had her tongue deep inside his bung-hole. "Uuuuhhh," he grunted, "it's nice." Lucy reached around with one hand and tugged and squeezed George's meat. She felt up the long thick shaft of hot cock. And she continued to lick his asshole, to press her tongue again and again into the anal crater. "Ooooh, yeah, baby," said George, obviously impassioned, "you may be a virgin, Lucy, but you sure know what you're doing." She continued to ream out his asshole. She wanted to make sure it was good because she wanted him to be sure to come back for more. Her tongue worked like a nice long wet earthworm, inching its way up his anal cavity, snaking the tube into a perfect ream out. "Alright," said George, standing up. "I have to do the same for you. I want to."
Lucy couldn't have been happier. She let go of George's buttocks and stood up. "Oh, boy," she said, "you couldn't make me happier." She lay down on the wooden bench, used her parka and George's pants for a cushion. "Go on," she said. "Help yourself."
George lifted up the tails of her blouse and exposed the lovely white ass cheeks. The teenager's virgin asshole, and the surrounding buttocks, were creamy and tender looking. He spread cheeks with kneading fingers, helping himself to a long slow squeeze of her fresh loaves. "Mmmm," he sighed, "this is going to be super, babe. Far fucking out." He drew a line down her ass, right in the bottom of the trough. He let his finger glide the length of her ass crease, into the hole. He stuffed her up good with his finger, just to get an idea of how tight she might be. "It's stiff in there," he told her. "I don't know how you're gonna like it."
"Oh, don't you worry about me," she said. "I'm gonna love it."
He leaned down between the backs of her smooth slender legs. He pressed his face down between the ass cheeks. He could smell some delightful aroma, some young perfume or scent that she'd sprayed there. "It's good," he said, rubbing his nose down the ass crease. "I'm gonna enjoy myself here." He stuffed her ass with his tongue, just for one quick lick.
"Oooh, God, yes," moaned Lucy. "No one ever did that for me."
"And I never did that to anyone else," said George. "I kind of like it. It's sort of nice, different." He went back for more. He reached his hands around to the underside of her pussy. He stuffed her cunt with one long finger. Simultaneously, he drilled her asshole with his long wet tongue. At first he travelled slowly, carefully, always being sure that he knew exactly where his tongue was. He didn't want to go too deep. But then, as his passions mounted, he felt the desire to go for broke, to fill Lucy's butt with as much of his tongue as possible. Finally, well into the licking, he pulled his hands out from under her hot pelvis and applied all his efforts to work on her buttocks and asshole. He rolled the soft white buns, once chill covered, now pink and inflamed with lusty passion, and jammed his tongue deeper and deeper in the anal tube. He screwed her bunghole with his long wet mouth muscle, hoping that perhaps, if time and energy permitted, that if Lucy allowed it, he would be able to squeeze a portion of his long hog into her butt as well.
To his surprise and delight, the next thing that Lucy asked him was if he might be interested in fucking her butt. "I don't believe it," said George. "Are you serious? I'd love to."
"You talk like you never did it, or never thought about it?" she observed casually.
"I never did. I mean I thought about it," said George, he being the one to blush now, "but I just never had the opportunity."
"And I thought you older men," said the fifteen year old to the nineteen year old, "were so experienced."
George smiled. "O.k., baby, now you're really gonna get it." He lifted his flesh prong and applied it to the outer edge of her butt. He decided to go for a gentle slide along the thin walls of the crevice first. He rocked back and forth, sliding his penis along the topside of the crack between Lucy's fine globes. He rubbed sideways, spreading her cheeks with his hands, and slowly but surely his fat meat worked its way down between the pretty cheeks. He had his cock half way down, sliding between the buns, when he realized that he would never, not in a million years, be able to get his fat mushroom head into her sphincter. It was one thing to rub along the crack in her ass, it was another entirely to get the spearhead into the hole itself. "I got bad news for you, Lucy Pines," he said sorrowfully.
"Oh, no," she said, "you decided you didn't want to stuff it in my fanny?"
"Not that I don't want to," he said, "but that hole is just too small and I'll kill you if I try to get it in there."
"Oh no you won't," said Lucy, fumbling in the pocket of her parka. "Here, look at this. I brought it special." She pulled out the tube of zinc oxide.
"Zinc oxide?" said George. "This is for your nose."
"But it's greasy, silly. Just use it. I know it works. I used it once to finger myself. Just put some on and try it."
George unscrewed the cap and pushed on the silver tube. A bright toothpaste like line of silvery grease oozed out onto his finger. He ran the finger full of grease down Lucy's crack. When he arrived at her anus, he paused, hesitated.
"Go on," she said. "Chicken? or what?"
He pushed in with the nose grease for lubricant. "Oh, yeah," moaned Lucy. "That's the way to do it." He fingered more and more grease into her narrow anal tube. "It's working!" he exclaimed.
"Sure," she said. "What do you think? Put some on your dick, too. That'll make this first anal fuck the best ever!"
"Yeah," said George. "Sure." He spread the white paste across his cock. He'd heard of people using all sorts of things to lubricate for an anal fuck. Why not nose grease? It was better than butter, anyhow. He shoved the tube down into her hole. He pushed and the white pasty nose grease filled up her asshole. "Ooh," she moaned, "it's cold." He put the tube of lubricant aside and picked up his pecker. "Get ready," he warned her, "here I come with my pasty spear." He took the head of his meat, obviously the most difficult portion to get inside the tender teenage bunghole, and began the buggering. He forced the expanded head into the confines of the iris sphincter muscle. "Oh, God, yes," screamed Lucy. "I've been waiting for this for years. I love that feel. Give me more, George. More of that." He shoved harder and his balloon-sized mushroom head, showing pink even through the white grease, pushed down and in, into the tight little anus track. "You're in," she grunted. "I love it. And I love you." She lifted up on her hands and knees. He had to go with her. His cock went down even further. The tight elastic band of sphincter muscle stretched open around his fat phallus. "I love it," she said, pushing backwards on his joint, rotating her hips, all in an effort to get even more of the thick penis wedge deep in her insides. "I love that cock up my butt, honey. Please give it to me hard." It was strange for George to hear a young fifteen year old girl, especially one so pretty as Lucy, begging him for more cock up her asshole. She had a sweet high pitched voice, and the more she begged, the more he loved her. He jammed hard, giving her as much of his pecker as her bowels could take. She hungered for it, and George watched his hefty cock disappear down Lucy's luscious anal canal. "Ahhh," she sighed, happy to have all of him in her butt, "at last!"
Now that he had fully penetrated her asshole, George reached around to the front of Lucy's supple body. Despite the freezing temperatures, both inside and out of the cabin, their bodies generated more heat than ever. He felt her smooth pelvis, her lovely bush, the wet leak from her twat. He enjoyed especially getting a good long finger into her open vaginal lips. He filled her pussy with his finger and said: "I guess there's more than one way to lose your virginity, doll." With that he poked hard and rammed his finger through what could only be Lucy's hymen. "Awk!" she wailed in pain, "that hurt!"
"It's gonna be over in a minute," he told her. "Hold on." Jamming harder for three swift strokes, he cleaned her pussy of the excess tissue that made up her ribbon. He pulled out his bloody digit and wiped it on her thigh. "Guess what, baby? You're not a virgin anymore."
"I still need a cock in there," she said, "just, for the sake of formality." But she had the cock that she really wanted, and she had it where she wanted it, too. She loved the sensation of George's phallus beating her butt to a pulp. "You really are doing me just the way I want it, anyhow."
"Yeah," he said. "I like it like this too." He could feel her begin to rock and gyrate on his meat. He jammed his finger up into her twat. only not so high that he would rub against the sore spots where her hymen had once been attached. He found her clitoris and took to massaging it with his middle digit. "Do you like that, Lucy?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," she said, rocking her pelvis back and forth in some young and primitive rhythm, "I love that. It's my favorite." She had her dream fulfilled. A cock in her butt, a finger on her clitoris-she couldn't ask for more. She bore down, bent her butt on George's cock, so that she would get a severe rubbing on her sphincter and in her tube. She wanted to feel the full dimension of his sailing meat. She contracted her tight sphincter muscles hard as she could, as if she were taking some sort of shit, and George responded with a strong downward thrust meant to secure his position. "Oh, Christ!" wailed Lucy. "Fuck my asshole harder, honey. Harder!" She pulled her butt back and forth so as to enable herself one long feel from the hefty meat in her submerged in her butt. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, the incredible pressure of George's hot hog beginning to affect her successfully. "I think I'm going to come," she cried. "I don't know. But I think I'm going to come." She could feel George squeeze her clitoris harder than before. He rubbed it with two fingers, squeezed it, and his cock was twitching in her bowels. "Oh, yes, God, I know it. It's happening!" She jammed backwards, took a last long feel of his meat with her hungry buttocks and then she screeched: "FUCK!!!"
George shot off. He flooded the anal cavity with hot jism.
"Oh," whispered Lucy. "It's warm and sticky. I can feel it." She spoke softly, in a low lusty whisper. Something in her voice changed. She was more a woman somehow, she was no longer a little girl. It was not a subtle thing, it was obvious. She was no longer just a teenager. Something had changed. She knew it unconsciously, and in her bowels she knew it, but she didn't know what it was exactly. She felt a surge of confidence. The more George's jism filled her up, the more she felt like an adult. Soon he was finished twitching in her butt crotch. "Did you come?" she heard him ask. "Oh, yes," she said softly. "I came. You can take it out now if you want." She felt his long flesh sword extract from her butt. The mushroom rim caught on her sphincter, but she only winced quietly to herself. She'd loved the first butt fuck of her life, and she promised herself right then and there, that no matter what her father said, no matter what people thought, no matter how, she would be getting a lot more cock up her butt. "Mmmm," she hummed as she turned around. "George, I love you." She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his big stiff cock, still wet and stiff from the anal fucking, up into her belly. She palmed it and rubbed it with her hand, especially the underside. Then she slid down along his belly and located the wet hog in her lips. She rubbed her mouth from side to side across the head of the hot red cap. The zinc oxide had long since rubbed off, for the most part, and George's meaty joint was left covered with smudges of white paste and creamy, sticky jism. She licked it all away, cleansing his long hot flesh pole. "There you go," she said, sitting up with a bright smile, "you're all clean and ready to go again."
George pulled young Lucy Pines close to him. He kissed her on the back of the neck and on the sides of her face. "We better get dressed," he said. "It's awfully cold."
"Yeah," she said, rubbing her pink thighs. "Really."
They dressed and made their way down the ski slope. Behind a row of trees just before the main camp George kissed Lucy goodbye. He gave her a pinch on her butt, and she disappeared into the trees and toward the cabin where her father kept her captive.
CHAPTER THREE
Late that night Lucy undressed in front of the mirror. She couldn't help but remember how in front of that same mirror, only hours before, she had dressed in preparation for her first sexual experience with a man. When she was nude and shivering because of the cold, she looked at her fine creamy tits. They were still ripe, excited from the afternoon's love session. She was just about to slip into her house coat and jump under the covers when her father entered the room.
"Lucy," he began, and then he stopped still. He stared at something, at the lower part of his daughter's body. Lucy didn't know what to do, to try and cover her long slender thighs, to hold still, or what. She was in so much fear of her father that she froze. "What the hell is that?!" hollered Ace Pines.
"What Daddy? I don't-" She looked down at her leg and saw the smudge of blood from her broken hymen. "Oh, I ah, cut myself, in the kitchen and I, ah-"
"Like hell!" stormed Ace Pines. He began unbuckling his belt. "You been out consorting with the likes of someone, I don't know who, but when I find out, he'll get the same." He stomped towards her, dragging his lame leg behind him, rolling the leather strap in his hands.
"Oh, no, please, Daddy. Please, not that." She backed off, toward the bed, and then around it, against the wooden wall. She looked behind herself and saw that there was no chance of escape. "Please?" she begged. "Please? Daddy, no!"
But he grabbed her. What there was of the housecoat around her body went flopping down on the floor at her feet. He pulled her by the wrist out from the corner. He yanked her hard and out in front of him. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her nude body toward him. She lost her footing and went tumbling near his leg. She pulled on the trousers of his good leg, begging, pleading that he wouldn't beat her. He grabbed her by her long blonde mane and pulled her up over his knees. Her bare ass was still juicy from the fuck that afternoon, but Pines didn't see it because he was so enraged. He picked up the belt and began to slap Lucy's fine creamy cheeks. She wailed in total pain, her buttocks going raw quickly. Soon, after three or four strokes from the belt, Pines discarded it, and began to use his bare hands. He spanked her on the buttocks and a loud clapping noise accompanied every stroke. "I'll teach you," he yelled, "to go out and fool around, you little whore. You're just like your mother and you'll get the same treatment she got, bitch." He hit her smooth cheeks with his bare hand. Her titties hung down over his leg while he spanked her ass.
Finally, he pushed her onto the floor. Miraculously, the fifteen year old girl caught her balance without hurting herself. She scampered across the room, back to the corner where she'd dropped her coat. She quickly wrapped it around herself.
"Let that be a lesson," grumbled Pines, his face still enraged with hatred and anger. "If I catch you out trolloping again, it'll be a lot worse." He stood up and limped from the room, dragging his wooden leg behind him. He slammed the wooden door shut, and left his daughter in the room alone. She sat in the corner trying to keep from crying. Not long later, bundled up under her down quilt, she finally fell to sleep.
The next morning, while serving breakfast to the line of campers and counselors, she felt the eyes of the young men searching her body, investigating her. She could feel the pressure of their gaze, one by one as they came by, inspecting her, trying to see through the heavy winter coat she wore. She tried to keep from letting them know that she was slightly afraid. Finally, when George came through the line smiling, she felt a bit more at ease. "Same time," he whispered, taking his plate of eggs, "same place."
"Mmmm," agreed Lucy. "Sure." She gave him his plate and watched him walk away in secret huddle with one of the other counselors.
Again Lucy dressed warmly and again she packed the tube of zinc oxide in her parka. She made her way up the ski slope and waited in the lift cabin. She saw the door open slowly. George looked in. "You made it," he said. "Good." He shut the door behind him. "I'm glad to see you. We heard your father walloping you yesterday evening. I'm sorry."
"That's o.k.," said Lucy. "I'm used to it. It's worth it, anyhow, to get to spend time with you."
He picked her up and leaned into her face with his open mouth. He toured her oral cavity with his tongue, pressed his lips hard and firm against her mouth. He gave her a long French kiss. Their tongues rubbed back and forth against each other. George slid his strong hands down along the side of her body, pulled her by the hips up close to his crotch. He rubbed his firming phallus against the inside of her leg. "We better get undressed now," he said.
"Ooooh, yes," moaned Lucy, her young body having begun to heat already. She could feel the passionate fever developing in her chest and between her legs. Soon, she knew, she would have George's hot pecker riding her into ecstasy. "Yes," she said again, unzipping her parka. George reached in under Lucy's blouse and took two big handfuls of the ripe titties. He squeezed and rubbed, and he teased her nipples, pulling them with his thumb and index finger. "Mmmm," she sighed. "We better hurry."
"Right," said George. They undressed quickly on the bare cabin floor. George spread out some of his clothes to cushion their roughshod bed. Lucy spread herself out on the floor. She was nude and nubile. Her lovely slender legs were covered with chills from the cold around them. But her pussy was already leaking a fresh supply of ooze. George lay down between her legs. "I want to get a good long suck on your titties today, Lucy. Yesterday we were so nervous that I missed out." With that he pressed his tongue long and hard against the young girl's firm pendular breasts. He licked the bud like nipples. They turned bright red within seconds after his long wet mouth muscle began working on them. They were upright and ready for sucking. He pulled one of the nipples with his lips, and he rubbed it with the tip of his tongue. Then he took a full mouthful of the titty into his face. He sucked on it and used his tongue from inside to rub the big brown caps, the little cherry flesh pieces.
"Ahhhhhh," sighed Lucy, running her hands through his curly dark hair, "I love that sucking on my titties, George. That's really good. He continued to rub his tongue smack against her breasts. He covered her chest with a thin coating of saliva and ate up everything in sight. Her smooth titties rolled between his lips and under his wet slopping tongue.
"Ooooh," gasped young Lucy, her little nipples getting hotter and hotter, "use your hands, too, George. Please? Use your hands?"
George reached down between Lucy's legs. He plunged his palm over the top of her full damp bush and rubbed. Underneath he could feel her clit coming to life. He rubbed the outside of her hot pussy for a few smooth strokes, just to get a feel of her familiar forest and spreading vaginal lips. The cunt inside, he knew, would be hot, wet, and slippery. He shoved a finger in, just to be sure. "Ahhh," sighed Lucy. "That's much better." George pumped the vagina with a couple of quick finger-fuck strokes. He rubbed his middle digit in and out of the interior flesh of Lucy's honey pot. "It's good and wet in there," he said. "We'll be using plenty of that juice to rub down your asshole pretty soon.
Just the thought of a hand on her butt made Lucy ecstatic. She could only imagine how nice it would be to have another fucking in her anus. She was going to be getting that long firm rod of George's up her bunghole. "God, George," she said, "I really like you." She reached down between his legs. His cock fell into her hand. It was stiff and expanding. The head, bright red and full as a blown-up balloon, was ready for her smooth young palm. She rubbed back and forth along the mushroom tip.
"Yeah, babe," sighed George, "that's good. Get my pecker good and hot and we'll be doing some fine tough fucking in your anus. You like that?" He didn't wait for her reply. He buried his tongue in her face, pressed his lips tight around hers to seal the action, and sucked and probed. "Ahhhh," he moaned, finally, breaking away, "I love to kiss you. You're so young and soft." He reached around her waist and pulled her hips up against his. Her nubile crotch rubbed smoothly against his cock. He felt the lips of her pussy open, as if trying to grab his meat and tug it in. "I like that," he told her. "That's good." He rubbed his pecker back and forth on the outside of her cunt. Her body was hot, moist, and supple. He kept his prick either next to her pussy or rubbing along the inside of her slender trim thigh. He worked his joint back and forth for a long feel for the underside of the shaft. Then he lifted his legs and pushed hers together around his joint and balls. His genitals were between her nubile thighs. His balls and his dick were the meat in a loin sandwich. She rubbed back and forth, rolled her hips, and George had himself a special feel from Lucy's tender loins. His dick felt explosive, like a stick of TNT, ready to set off a jism bomb. "Uuuh," he moaned in ecstasy. The tip of his cock was rubbing dangerously close to the inside of her hole. Another stroke or two and he would be inside her.
"Come in," she said, spreading her legs and making it all that much more possible. "Dip that beef in my pussy." George went for the hot sauce. He jammed his cock into young Lucy's delectable cunt. He wrapped his joint in twat flesh. "Ooooh, yeah," he groveled between her legs. "That's nice hot pussy meat alright. That's the best." It was a distinct pleasure to have his meat buried in her honey pot, because anywhere else was cold due to the harsh mountain weather. So for the time being, he rocked and rolled his dick between the teenager's young pussy lips, and rubbed his face between her big titties.
Lucy took George's hand and placed it down between her legs. But she did it from underneath. He came up with a palm full of ass meat. "Ooh," he gasped, "my favorite." He cupped the full buttock and squeezed it. He rocked Lucy's hot box into him, up on his stiff member, making her climb his rod, by pulling on her butt. She had to go up high, take more of his long hot rod into her pussy. "Be sure," she warned him, "to save your jism for the inside of my asshole."
"Don't worry," replied George, continuing to rock his hard sex muscle in young Lucy's twat, "I've got all sorts of plans for that anus of yours. Just you wait."
"What kind of plans?" she asked. "Really big ones, I hope."
"You bet, baby. You just wait." He shoved hard, his penis riding up the distance of her narrow twat. "Ouch," moaned Lucy, "that hurts." But George didn't pull back. "You must still be a little sore from breaking your hymen yesterday. It'll be alright soon." He continued to rub his penis in and out of her long cunt. The tube was slender and wet, and there were good strong muscles there that George took advantage of. Every time that Lucy would squeeze and bend his rod, he would rub harder, press deeper. He nailed her butt to the floor from the front side. His cock was a long flesh spike designed especially for fucking such a perfect piece of ass. "Mmmm," groaned Lucy, "don't forget about my butt."
George reached around with both hand. "You mean like this?" He cupped her buttocks, spread them apart, and slid a finger up toward her anus. He covered the groove first, sliding a finger back and forth between the folds of ass flesh. Then he jammed up inside the constricted sphincter muscle. He spread it open with his un-lubricated, dry finger. He poked around until he had just the right angle. "Get ready, Lucy," he cautioned her. "I'm going to poke you good. Give you a little hot branding."
"Oh, yeah," she moaned in her most plaintive voice. "Go on. Do it. Do my butt up right."
He jammed his finger in hard. "Ouch," she cried. "It's too dry."
"I thought you'd like a good long finger up your asshole," he said. "Try it dry like this for a little while. It'll be that much better when I wet down my hog and jam it in your bung-hole that way." He just kept probing and searching around in the tight anal channel. He pretended that he was looking for something. Actually, he was just trying to heat her up. Every time that he had a good feel of her anal tube, she jammed her pussy up on his cock. She climbed his flesh tree with her gobbling pussy muscle. Her hot vaginal lips were wrapping around the base of his joint and squeezing him. "I love it," he told her, continuing to diddle around in her asshole. "I actually do love it, honey. You just keep giving me this fuck, and Camp Thunderbird will become my permanent home." He drilled both holes of her pelvis. And every time that he penetrated one, the other got hotter. "Oooooh," cried out Lucy, "that's it. You got me going good now." She rocked her hips and rolled her legs so that she could get more of both his long bony digit and long bony cock. "I love it, George. Keep it up."
He ground his cock muscle between her slippery folds of flesh. Then he yanked it out. He took a gander at her big red titties, hot and steaming in the cold cabin, and lifted himself up off her body. "I want you to lick out my asshole, baby. I want you to give me a good long tongue ream up my butt. You understand?"
"Understand?" she moaned. "What do you think I dreamt about all last night. Roll over."
George couldn't believe how hot old man Pines' daughter was. He rolled over on the makeshift mattress and showed the teenager his hot anus. "Go to it, honey. Give me a good long eat out."
She began by cupping her smooth young hand around his hairy ass cheeks. The moons were full and muscular, white, but hairy. She rolled her fingers across the tender flesh of his ass. She filled the groove with a streaming digit. She lined the bottom of his groove with a light touch from her fingernail. Soon, she knew, she would descend with her tongue and fill the trough with her long wet tongue muscle. She wanted to wait though, to anticipate it so that it would be that much more enjoyable when she finally filled her face with ass flesh. She continued to massage George's buttocks. She rubbed the smooth cheeks, kneaded the flesh, and every now and then wet her finger, either in her pussy or in her mouth, and drew a line down the middle of his ass.
"You're sassy," he told her. "Get into it. Give me the whole treatment, Lucy. I'm ready for your tongue meat in my butt."
"Get up on your knees," she told him, her young voice filled with excitement. "Come on, get up and let me get a feel of your cock while I eat out your asshole."
He lifted himself up on his hands and knees. Lucy's hands had minds of their own. They reached down around George's muscular waist and picked out his flesh cylinder. She rubbed his buttocks with the side of her face while she gave his fuck-stick a good long hand job at the same time. "You know I hope you don't come while I do this. I want you to save your jism for my asshole."
"Don't worry," said George, "there'll be plenty of jism for your asshole. You don't even have to think about that."
"What do you mean, 'plenty of jism'?" she asked, thinking she'd heard something less than tender in his voice. "What have you got planned for me?"
"Oh, nothing, darling," he said in a coddling voice. "Nothing. Just keep eating my asshole, eh?"
Lucy leaned back, convinced that she'd mistaken the tone of voice for something else, and filled the narrow butt groove with her tongue. She licked up and down the trough. She supplied George with all the mouth muscle that he could possibly use. He was being swabbed from stem to stern, and while his ass was getting brushed with hot wet tongue meat, his own beefy joint was getting a good long rub down from Lucy's tender coiled fists. She pulled on his steak with one fist at the base of his cock, and she rubbed the tip with her open palm. She worked him into an incredible heat, so much so that every now and then his cock was twitching involuntarily. Then she began to concentrate on just his asshole.
She pulled her hands out of George's hairy crotch. She applied her long young fingers to opening up his ass crack. She pulled the cheeks apart and slid her tongue to the entrance of his bunghole. She circled the tapered crater, and then dipped in for a preliminary taste. "Mmmm," she hummed, "nice." She rolled her tongue, lapped up and down, the entrance to his shit tube. She circled and dove, drilling the muscular little sphincter spot with all her might. Her tongue floated down through the tight space.
"That's it," George shouted, jerking his hips this way and that. "You got the perfect hold on me, baby." She had his ass cheeks held open, with kneading, pulling, slender fingers, and she had her long narrow tongue drilling down deep into his now wet and slimy asshole. She licked and sucked and even kissed the anus. She got so much pleasure just from reaming out the young man's asshole that she felt her pussy beginning to get ready to gush. "God," she cried, "this makes me so hot, I just love it." She leaned back in and gave him a long kiss on his asshole. She used her tongue, Frenched his bunghole, buggered his butt with her mouth muscle. Her thighs shivered with sexual energy. She was hot to have George's cock in her asshole.
"I want you to fuck me in the butt, now," she said, lifting her face from between his hairy ass loaves. "I want you to send it flying in my asshole."
"Sure, honey," said George, "but in a minute, eh? I want a little more suck action myself. But on my dick, hey? Just a little blow job on my cock, and then I'll give you some real nice ass play that you'll never forget. I promise."
"Alright, George," said Lucy Pines. "I trust you." But for some reason she found herself thinking about her father who she didn't trust at all. She remembered the vicious spanking he'd given her with his leather strap and his bare hand. She couldn't forget the way he'd cruelly palmed her butt again and again in an effort to punish her for her sexual drives. She hated to think that George and her father were at all alike. But there was something in the counselor's tone of voice today that was different from the way he'd acted the day before. She wondered what it was and tried to put it out of her mind as she went down on his full meaty cock.
"Oh, yeah," moaned George. He spread his hands out across Lucy's smooth teenage shoulders. He gripped her hard and forced her down further into his naked lap. She sucked his beef up between her lips and held onto the steely rod as though it were a crow bar. She gripped it at the base with both of her small warm fists, and her tongue went splaying across the tip. It was hot and red, and she loved to feel it rubbing against her lips or against her face, either outside her mouth, or inside, it didn't matter. "Mmmm," she hummed, sucking and lapping away at the stiff rod. "This pecker is so nice, honey. I love to feel it like this." Her fingers milked the base of the rod. "I want it in my asshole, George. Please, shove it up my butt" She kept licking the long candy flesh cane while she waited for his answer.
"When I'm good and ready," said George, holding Lucy's blonde head down between his legs. He rocked her face this way and that to be sure and get the maximum feel from her rubbing lips. He slid her mouth organ back and forth across the highly sensitive mushroom crown. He made sure to get the best feel possible, especially on the topside of his long meaty rod, from Lucy's vigorous licking. For a girl who'd only twenty-four hours before had her first taste of fresh penis, Lucy gave excellent blow job action. "I love it," said George. "You're good, baby. Really good." He watched her head, her mouth, slide along the thick wedge of hot cock flesh that she so desired up her asshole. "You get me good and wet," he said now, "and then I'll jam my pecker so far up your asshole that you won't know what hit you." Just the idea made young Lucy hot to trot. She went actively and passionately about the job of making George as feverish and as stiff as possible. She hummed and licked on his jumbo joint. She washed his meaty prick with her tongue. When she couldn't give him enough licking on the base because her hands were in the way, she let loose and held him from above, from the mushroom crown. She palmed the tip and slid her tongue down the sides of the thick shaft.
"Oh, yeah," moaned George, "we're getting there faster than I thought we would. You keep that suck action going like that, and I'll give you a power drilling with my joint. You just keep up that suck action." She started to lift her head up, but he had her by the back of the neck. He shoved down hard, keeping her head in his crotch. "I want to look up," she said, "just to get a breath."
"No," said George, "not yet."
Again Lucy thought she heard some strange quality in George's voice. But she couldn't calculate what it was. She continued to lick on his rod. And George continued to rub her face along his meat. What he did, however, was glance to the cabin window and make sure that his friends were out of sight. He motioned silently to the waiting faces in the frosted window that they should get down and out of sight. They'd been viewing the suck and lick for some time now, as according to George's plan they were supposed to.
Lucy, who did not know about the other young men who waited their turn with her outside, continued to work feverishly on George's cock. She rubbed her tongue around and around on the stiff flesh pole. She filled her face with so much meat at one point that she nearly gagged. "Are you almost ready?" she asked George without trying to look up. George looked over to the window and motioned everyone there down. When the window was clear of the onlookers he said: "Yeah, you can come up now. My joint is good and stiff. I think I can plow your anus now."
"Aren't you going to lick it first?" she asked. "It's awful dry."
"First," said George, with a careful eye over his shoulder to make sure that his friends were not going to give things away, "I'm going to go for a little slide on that groove of yours."
"Do you want the grease? I brought more zinc oxide."
"No," said George, "that's o.k." He grabbed her hips. "Roll over and let me get a look-see at that fabulous rear end of yours." She willingly obeyed. She stood on all fours, on her hands and knees, her butt in his face. He spread open the smooth cheeks. "Just right," he said, looking over his shoulder again. The faces were there, at least three of them. He winked and went back to Lucy's blonde buttocks. "I'm gonna rub a little with my hands and then I'll scrape out that trough with my pecker." He massaged the smooth warm ass cheeks with his cold hands. His fingers dug deep into the sides of the crack. He pulled it open. "Here's the pecker you like, Lucy. Just a quick feel." He leaned forward and placed the bottom of his cock between the two buttocks. He pried them apart with his fingers. "You like that?" he asked, stroking back and forth by waving his hips forward and backwards.
"Oh, do I like that!" she exclaimed, the blood rushing to her face. She blushed crimson and said: "I love it. I really do."
George was so hot that he could no longer control his own powerful sexual energy. He thrust hard and fast across the spread flesh wings. He twitched and began coming. His jism spurted up around Lucy's neck, and one shot went flying into her hair.
"You're jerking off!" she hollered. "You said you'd save that for my asshole."
"Relax," he moaned, clearly in no mood to talk right now. He was squirting out his terrific load of hot come, into the frozen cabin air, firing away like there was no tomorrow. "Just relax," he sighed. His jism was sliding around on her back, and one shot, when he pulled away, landed on her butt cheek.
"Oooh," moaned George, "that's what I call really nice."
"You didn't even put it into my asshole, though, George. What about me?"
"I told you," said George, "that I'd take care of you, Lucy. Don't worry about a thing. What would you like? A nice little ass lick? A fuck in the cunt?" He smiled sadistically.
"You look like my father when you smile like that, all mean and you don't know why." She was unhappy. She didn't expect she'd get her ass filled with cock flesh, and, somehow, George had changed. "There's something going on," she moaned, "that I don't know about."
"Alright boys," hollered George, "you may as well come in. She knows."
The cabin door inched open. "Is it o.k., George?" asked a young voice.
"Yup," he said, "Lucy's been nearly begging for it. I figure it's time." He looked over at the young girl.
"Oh, shit," she cried. "What the fuck?" She grabbed for her clothes, but George pulled the parka and pants away from her. "What?" she asked. "Oh, no, please-"
"Take it easy, honey," said George, standing up, leaving Lucy alone on the middle of the barren floor. She was nude and shaking with fright and sexual fear. "You can't-"
"Step right up boys. The little lady's cold." George smiled at Lucy. "These here are some of my friends," he said, "and they're going to help you get the nice little butt fuck you been wanting." George dressed while he made introductions. "This is Kevin, one of my fellow counselors, Andy, another older man for you-" Andy was really George's age. "-and this here is our oldest camper-he's sixteen-just a year older than you, and his name is Larry. Now you just get ready, honey," said George who was fully dressed now, "because you're going to have yourself the butt fucking of your life. Ha, ha, ha," he laughed. "I really do mean that too. These guys are gonna give you everything you been begging for. Just smile."
"I don't want to," moaned Lucy, pounding the floor with her bare fists. "You can't make me.
"Now, honey," said George, "of course we can make you. In fact, there probably isn't any other way we'll get our young friends here what they want. See, babe, love is a two way street. You want a good solid anal fuck? They want a little action. After all," he added, "you are the only woman here at the camp, and most of these fellows are too young to go into town to the bars, so, well, I guess you're stuck with them." He smiled again, and then he walked out of the cabin, saying as he went. "Thanks, Lucy." And to the other boys he said: "I'll be waiting outside if you need anything." He shut the door behind him.
The circle of young men closed tight around Lucy's naked body.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Just take it easy, honey," said Kevin, the oldest of the group around Lucy, "and everything will be nice and smooth. Maybe even enjoyable." He started undoing his belt.
Lucy made an effort to get to her feet and break through, even in the nude and in the cold, to break through the ring of young men around her. There were only three of them, she'd figured, and maybe, just maybe, she could slip by them. Of course, then she'd have to get the door unlocked, and then she'd have to get by George who stood outside, but she had to make the attempt.
It was unsuccessful, however, and even gave the two young men who caught her by the arms and threw her back, a good little feel of her fresh young body. Her titties were shaking like jelly as they tossed her back on the floor. "Now," said Kevin, sliding out of his boots and pants, "that was really silly. You think we're gonna let old Ace Pines' daughter go running out in the snow in the buff?" He chuckled and said: "Get down on your belly, honey. I'm gonna give you some of the fucking you been wanting."
"No," she moaned, "I won't. You've got no right, you have no-"
"Get her," said Kevin. "Hold her good."
Andy and Larry, the camper, jumped on her. They grabbed her arms and flung her over so that she was face down. She tried to kick, but it made no difference. Kevin landed his hot crotch against her smooth buttocks. "There, now, Lucy," he whined, "isn't that a lot better? I know you like it like this. George told us all about it." He rubbed his big flesh prong back and forth between her smooth ass cheeks. "I was watching the way George slid around on you, honey, and it looked like so much fun that I just couldn't resist. But you know what? You're not wet enough."
He switched positions with Larry, the youngest of the group. "I'm gonna have our Camp Thunderbird Camper of the Year give you a nice little asshole ream, honey. That way you'll be getting a nice lube job first, and then, if you're real good to us, we'll all just give you a nice fuck up the old butt. Won't that be nice?"
Lucy tried to scream, but Kevin was too quick for her. He cupped his hand over her mouth. "O.k.," he directed Larry, "go to it, kid. Lick out her fanny."
She tried to squirm .and wiggle free, but Larry had a good tight grip around the backs of her young nubile legs. He kneaded the flesh especially hard until she gave in somewhat. Then he flopped his face down alongside her smooth ass cheeks. "Oh, yeah," moaned the camper, "these are nice soft buns alright. This is going to be real pleasurable." He rubbed his face against the cheeks. Then he ran a finger along Lucy's narrow crack. "How's that honey?"
She tried to scream again, and again Kevin jammed his hand into her face. "If you try wailing like that, I'm gonna smack you around just the way your daddy does. You want that?" She looked up, red in the face, and tried to shake her head. "That's right," said Kevin, "you just cooperate real nice and Andy and Larry and I will give your butt a real nice time in exchange." He looked over at Larry. "Go on now. Lick her out so she'll be nice and wet for my prick."
Larry ducked down into the rear crotch. He spread his tongue along first one smooth moon globe, then across the other. He filled the space between the creamy buttocks with his tongue. He went brushing, up and down, between the soft round cheeks, spreading his saliva everywhere. Soon the trough was as slippery as the ice outside, and he began to work on her anus in particular. He reached his hands around her pelvis and jammed a finger into her cunt. "It's better this way," he whispered to her butt. Then he drilled her bunghole with hot wet tongue.
Lucy squirmed, half of her efforts because of the tremendous humiliation, half in response to the delightful feel of the long wet tongue reaming her butt hole. She couldn't help but get horny, even though she believed she didn't want to. She began to writhe, tried to escape again, but the iron clad grip on her limbs, by Larry and Andy and Kevin, made it impossible to do anything but lay still. "Oh, God, please," she moaned. "Please? Let me go."
"Did she say she wanted more tongue?" asked Andy. "I'd swear she said: give me more tongue and pull on my titties."
"I think you're right, Andy. I think that's what she said," nodded Kevin. "Is that right, honey?"
"No, you bastards," moaned the teenager. "I said let me go. Let me fucking go."
"Yes," said Kevin addressing himself to Andy and Larry. "She said to squeeze her boobies and to eat out her asshole really hard, and then she wants a hot cock in her box and her butt. My, my, my, all you had to do was say so." He reached one hand under her chest, still holding her down with the other. From the other side, Andy slid a hand under too. They each held one titty and rolled them between their fingers. "Mmmmmm," they sighed and moaned, "nice breasts on such a fine piece of ass. Hard to resist."
"You mother fucking jerks," she said, "I hate your fucking guts."
"Now, now, you don't have to be quite so affectionate," laughed Kevin. "We know how you girls, you young girls, get carried away with passion though, so I suppose it's alright."
"I kind of like a nice passionate girl," said Andy, continuing to rub Lucy's right titty from underneath. He fumbled around and gave her nipple, when he located it, a good tweaking.
Despite her efforts to the contrary, Lucy found herself enjoying the many hands and tongues playing at her body. She could especially get into the long rubber wet feel in her butt, where Larry was continuing to ream out her anus. He had his long tongue slopping in and of the hole itself. He even managed to worm the tip of his tongue past the tight sphincter muscle. He was getting her all filled up with hot saliva and even hotter sexual passion. Involuntarily, her butt began to rock with lusty feelings of desire. "Oh, God," she cried, "it's too fucking much."
"George was right," said Kevin, taking his hand out from under Lucy's smooth chest, "she's really a hot number." He looked down the smooth curvature of her spine, to where her butt protruded upwards. There was Larry busily eating out her asshole. Kevin reached down and caressed Lucy's spine. He could feel the sexual shudder pass through her body, up her vertebrae. "Hold her tight," he told Andy. "I don't want her to start up again." He released his hold when Andy took over at Lucy's wrist. Then he used both hands to massage Lucy's back. He rubbed her long and hard, getting a good tight feel of her buttocks, especially. Larry continued to massage Lucy's anus with his tongue while Kevin worked on the buttocks themselves. "O.k.," he told Larry, "keep eating her asshole, but get your hands out of her twat. I want a feel of that." Larry removed his hands and continued to swab her butt hole. Kevin reached under the smooth teenage pelvis and filled Lucy's freshly popped pussy with a long middle finger. "Mmmm," he murmured, "she's got herself a nice tight twat there. I'm gonna have to fuck myself a couple of holes just to make sure I get everything, eh?"
Larry smiled. "She's good and wet, Kevin. You gonna fuck her first?"
"Of course," he said. "Age before everything." He slid down and took over where Larry was. Larry went up on top, sitting on Lucy's back, just to be sure she didn't try to get away while they changed over. Then he took hold of her wrist with one hand, and her neck with the other. He sat down off of her smooth body. "She's beautiful," he said, "and this is going to be a righteous fuck."
"A righteous rape," said Lucy.
"Shut up," said Kevin. "I'm gonna spear your asshole now and the only thing I wanna hear from you is some moaning and groaning. You understand?" He lowered his bushy crotch down against the slippery wet buttocks. He could feel how wet and hot her ass was. "You did a good job, Larry. She's so smooth and slick it's a pleasure just to have my prick against her butt." Then he ran his flesh sword up and back in the trough. He filled the crack with his fuck-stick and rocked around in the fleshy space. It was narrow, tight, and just the thing he needed to heat up his joint. "I think I'm ready," he said. "Ready to give her the beginning of one hell of an anal fucking. You ready, honey? You ready Miss Pines?"
She moaned: "You fucking asshole."
"You talk nice, babe, or the next one of us won't use any lubricant. We'll just fuck your butt dry. Would you like that?" He didn't wait to hear her answer. "Start your moaning," he said, "here I come." And with that he applied the head of his spear of flesh to her sphincter hold. He jammed the mushroom headed crown into the hugging muscle. He speared it hard. "She's tight," he said. "She's playing games." He pulled his pecker out of what little penetration in her butt he'd thus far managed. "I'm gonna have to loosen her up just a little." He took one finger and reached his hand around to the underside of her belly. He made his way down toward his crotch. "Boy am I dumb," he said, pulling his hand out. "I could have gone from over here." He reapplied his finger, from between the smooth backs of Lucy's delicious blonde legs, and jammed the digit all the way up into her honey well. He helped himself to a full greasy stroke of her clit juice and then took his finger and started into her anus with it. "We have some games too, see Lucy?" He stabbed her all the way with his middle finger.
"Oh, Christ!" she wailed humping upwards in a tremendous muscular spasm. "What are you trying to do-kill me?" But the surge upwards only served to draw in more of Kevin's long bony finger.
"Now she's open," said Kevin, working his finger in a stiff circle. He pried the anus sphincter muscle back and forth until it was so elastic that it couldn't possibly be any more open. "I think we could get an elephant cock in there now if we wanted to." He jerked his finger out of her shit tube. "Smell that, honey," he said, laying down on her back and stuffing his finger under her nose. "Nice, eh?" Then he jammed his finger into her mouth. "Lick it off." She sucked lightly on the finger. "Good," said Kevin, "I think she's really nice and ready now. She knows how to play just right." He pulled his finger out of Lucy's sucking mouth. He backed up a little. "Get her up on her hands and knees. It's fuck time." The two young men pulled her up under the armpits, so that Lucy's titties hung down.
"Boy," said Andy, "she sure does have nice tits." He copped a quick feel of her boobs. "Go ahead and fuck her," said Andy. "Come on, I want to see you wail that meat of yours up her butt."
Kevin smiled. "A good butt fuck, sonny, has to be done just right." He grabbed her buttocks and pried them open. "First you have to prepare the meat, make it nice and ready. It's no good unless the meat is soft and tender." He rolled Lucy's butt cheeks in his hands. They were creamy and pliant. "Then," he said, "you have to be sure and tenderize the meat." He lifted the head of his cock and jammed it in an inch or two. He cleared the sphincter with his mushroom head.
"Oh, God," she wailed, "it's so fucking big. Please-"
"And finally," said Kevin with a big grin, "you have to stuff the meat as hard as you can." He cocked his hips and flew forward into her butt. He jabbed so hard, pounded his muscle so deep and steady, that Lucy went flopping down on her belly again. "And now," said Kevin, "come the fun part, when the meat eats you." He reached up and grabbed her neck. "Make your asshole munch on my cock, dear. Make it feel good." He squeezed her nape until her muscle in her asshole began to nibble on his prick. "That's better," he said, beginning to ride her. He snaked around inside her anal track with his long stiff pecker. He jabbed her hard, hammered his loins against her creamy ass cheeks, and he enjoyed the smooth feel of her fine buttocks rubbing against the inside of his crotch. "Oh, honey," he said, beginning to slide in the loosening space, "you do have the perfect asshole!" He reached under her hips and dug deep into her twat with a finger from each hand. He spread her pussy open so that the gushing juice could fill his palms. When he had enough of it, Kevin took his hands out and raised his body off of Lucy's so that he could rub his clit-juice covered palms smoothly against her ass cheeks. He massaged her ass loaves while his cock cored her anus. "Yeah," he said, his face going red and flushing. "It's gonna be just about any fucking minute now...."
"Oh, shit," cried Lucy, "that's it." She felt her butt tube fill with the unwanted hot jism. She couldn't resist the passionate feel of the rape in her asshole, however, and she began to weave and rock with the lusty feel of the hot pecker in her tube. She loved hot meat, and even if it was butt rape, she couldn't deny herself the terrific pleasure of it. "Mmmmm," she murmured, not wanting them to hear her enjoy it. "It's, it's...."
"It's over," said Kevin, pulling his big long beef out of Lucy's asshole cunt. "It's all over." His pecker dripped saliva, clit juice and come. His dick was covered with slime. "That was a very nice fuck. I just have to wipe myself off," and he began to do so on her flesh, rubbing his erect penis on this or that leg or loin, "and then everything will be nice and in order." He continued to rub his long sex muscle around on the backs of Lucy's legs. He had a drop or two more of semen left inside him. He put his balls and his cock down between her loins and lay down on top of her. With his hands he pressed her legs closed around his genitals. "Mmmm," he said, "this is the way to wipe your dick off, fellows. Just like this." He rocked up and down between the trim thighs, between the hot lusty loins that Lucy could not protect if her life depended on it.
"Oh, God," she said, growing hot with the abuse reeked on her body. "Oh, please, no more. Please, stop."
Kevin lifted his well-milked pecker out from between her lovely blonde legs. "Lucy, my dear," he said, smacking her once across the ass cheeks with his open hand, "you do know how to make a man happy. I have to say that for you. You really are a nice piece."
"I'm next," said Andy, who continued to hold down Lucy's arms. "It's my turn now."
"Oh, no, please," she begged. "What about tomorrow? Couldn't I come back tomorrow? I promise I wouldn't-"
"Fuck that shit," said Kevin. "Tomorrow she's gonna be so black and blue from when old man Pines finds out about this that she's not gonna be able to walk."
"You can't tell him," said Lucy. "If you tell him it'll be the end."
"Well," said Andy, "then you better just spread your legs out again and let me get my cock in there the way you like it. Come on, open your butt."
CHAPTER FIVE
Lucy didn't have a chance. She could only cooperate. She spread her legs. Kevin came around up front. He was dressed to protect himself from the cold. He held Lucy at the wrist and the neck. "Don't be silly and try to get away again," he told her. "Just give Andy a nice little ride. That's all."
Andy stood above Lucy, between her thighs. He pulled his pants down around his ankles. "Look at that ass," he moaned, "wow, she's gorgeous."
"You're telling me," said Kevin, tightening his grip around Lucy's wrist and neck. "Hold on, kid," he told Larry. "You're gonna be up next."
Andy squatted down next to Lucy's butt. He felt around to feel the texture of her fine ass cheeks. They were smooth and slippery, and hot from all the previous rubbing that the other men had given her. "This is gonna be all right," said Andy, "but I sure do wish I'd gone first."
"Look at it this way," said Kevin, "you'd have never been able to get that big pecker of yours in there if you'd gone first. Now it'll be an easy fun ride, eh?"
"I suppose so," said Andy. "Maybe you're right." He leaned down between the backs of Lucy's legs. His crotch fell on her thigh. "Oh, yeah, she's soft and warm." It was a notable contrast from the icy air around him. He could feel her thigh shiver with the stroke of his dick along it. "I want to get a nice hard joint for you baby doll. Then I'll plant that rear garden of yours. You'll love it."
"Oh, shit," said Lucy, submitting to the next cock that would soon be rubbing inside her shit tube. "Go on and enjoy yourself you no good rat fucking asshole bastard."
"Shut your trap," said Kevin. "Or I'll stuff it with hot cock."
"I'll bite it off if you try it," snapped Lucy.
He smacked her across the face. "You fucking pig," she screeched. "Pig! Pig! Pig!" He smashed her again. She whimpered quietly and felt the tough meat at her rear begin to enter. "Oh, God...."
From the outside of the cabin George leaned his nose against the window. He couldn't see a thing. He pressed harder, and then he wiped a clear space with his mitten. He could see how Kevin and Larry held Lucy between them. She was on her belly. Andy was sprawled across her back end. He held her titties in his hands, and he rubbed his groin against her rear crotch. "Oh, yeah," mumbled George to himself, and then he went back to keeping watch.
Andy rubbed his prick between the hot slimy flesh loaves. "Her butt's leaking sap," he said.
"All the better for you," said Kevin. "You can get your dick in there that much easier."
"Yeah," said Andy. "Sure." He lifted his spearhead to the target hole. He pointed, aimed, and entered. The meaty mushroom head descended with difficulty. But then, once he'd squeezed in past the tight sphincter, into the tube itself, he was home free. One long thrust carried him down the entire length of the tube. "I'm in," he said.
"And you're fucking killing me," gasped Lucy. "Can't you use some grease or something?"
"Who thought about that?" said Kevin. "Grease? You ain't got enough jism in there to make it easy?"
"There's zinc oxide in my parka."
Kevin located the oily paste. Andy reluctantly extracted his pecker. "Lemme have that stuff," he said. He opened the tube and squeezed a toothpaste like line of white grease along his shaft. Then he squirted some of the greasy stuff down into Lucy's butt hole. "There," he said, tossing the tube aside, "now we ought to have some really nice fuck action, eh?" Again he entered the tight sphincter protected tube. But this time he slid easily passed the smarting muscle, and filled Lucy's shit tube with all of his thick hot erection. "Yeah," he moaned, "that's nice, really nice." He rolled his pecker down the length of the hot squeezing muscle. "Is that nice for you honey?"
"It'll never be nice with an asshole like you," said Lucy. Kevin spread his hand across her face. "Don't mind the bitch. Just fuck her butt. She'll love you later."
"Yeah," moaned Andy, "but I think I'll give her a special taste of my rocket muscle just to be sure she remembers who she called an asshole. How's that sound?" He stabbed hard, rolled his thick joint against the pressing sphincter, and made sure that his mushroom head filled up her anal cavity. He pulled out somewhat. "I'll give her a little grind just for fun." He tugged back on the sphincter with his mushroom ridge. He pulled on it, so that it had to ache inside Lucy's butt.
"Oh, God, please," she cried out. "Please-"
"Oh," said Kevin, "give her some more, please!"
Andy slammed down again. His cylinder of hot flesh filled her up, like a jamming piston. He went down all the way, and his groin smacked her smooth buttocks. He rocked in place. His jack hammer pecker inched into her anal cavity. "There you go, baby. Just the way you like it, eh?" He reached under her pelvis and pulled her butt up into his crotch. "I just want to make sure you get enough beef in that anal oven of yours. I want you to cook me up a winner." He twisted his hips. His pecker slid sideways, like a pivoting soldier in drill practice. He rubbed her sphincter harder than ever.
"Oh, Christ," wailed Lucy. She couldn't help but submit to the terrific fucking in her asshole. "I don't fucking believe it." Kevin tried to stuff her mouth to keep her quiet. She bit him. He smacked her again, but she still wailed: "Oh, God, shit, it's hard. It's too fucking much meat." But no matter how she tried to deny herself the pleasure she was feeling by blaming the young men who pummeled her ass with their penis flesh, she could not deny the flow of ooze from her twat. "Oooohh," she gasped. "God, please!"
Andy jerked his twitching fuck muscle out of Lucy's butt. "Ugh," he said, "I can't stand that bleating. She's such a fucking sissy." He stood up and walked around. "Really, if she doesn't quit that yelling I'm gonna gag her with something."
"You want to be gagged, baby doll? Just for fun? You want me to stuff your mouth with rope so you can't yell and scream? Maybe we should tie your hands behind your back?" Kevin stroked her long silky blonde hair. "Is that what you want?"
"No," she moaned. "Please, no."
"Then you better be fucking quiet," said Kevin. "Come on," he said to Andy. "She's ready again."
Andy came over and looked at her ass. "Sure, she's ready." He lay down and before he entered her he said: "Let's just see how ready she is." He slapped her with his bare hand. She started to moan, but she stifled herself. "O.k., o.k.," he said, "that's more like it." He picked up his cock and stuffed the head into the crater. "Here we go." He jammed the stiff expanded balloon-like mushroom head into the opening. He passed the sphincter one more time, and penetrated the entire tube. His fat cock widened her anal muscle.
Lucy wanted to scream, but she kept herself quiet. She didn't want to suffer the humiliation of being tied up like a stuffed pig. Her father had once tied her naked to a chair. He'd made her undress and take a seat in the living-room of the cabin. He locked all the doors to the house. He said it was punishment, that she would know what it was all about. There were no campers, that week, and Camp Thunderbird was desolate except for the two of them. He was drunk and he swore to her that she had to be punished for acting like a whore. He'd found her powder puff, or her lipstick, she couldn't remember what it was, but he needed to punish her for it. So he tied her up naked in a chair and lectured to her. When he was finished talking, and so drunk that he couldn't remember why he had her there like that, nor what he'd been saying, he smacked her for being insolent. She'd been insolent, he said, when she looked at him. She hadn't been able to speak and be insolent because he'd gagged her, too.
So she remembered this terror of rope and gagging and didn't want to have it happen again. She concentrated on saying her multiplication tables while the huge phallus descended into her bowels. It hurt her, or if it felt good, she wouldn't yell out, just because she wanted to avoid being tied up and gagged.
Andy continued to thrust and jerk his cock in her butt. He kept hammering his crotch against her ass cheeks. His joint was getting larger, more inflamed, ready to explode inside her butt. He was getting hotter and lustier. He reached around in front and grabbed Lucy by the titties.
"Go get her," said Kevin. "Give her what she's deserving, Andy. Squeeze those titties. Grab those breasts. Ride her hard. She don't mind a bit anymore." He smiled and continued to hold Lucy by the wrist and the neck. "This is one hell of an anal fuck, Miss Pines, isn't it?" He smiled and repeated the question: "Isn't it?"
Lucy kept saying the times tables. She was up to sixes. Soon she'd be on sevens. She nodded her head to Kevin so that he wouldn't hit her again. And she kept multiplying in her mind. "Six times nine is fifty-four. Six times ten is sixty. Six times...." She went on like that while Andy filled her butt guts with hot penis. He pumped away inside her ass tube. He would be coming soon, she could tell by the power of his stroke, by the rhythm and strength. Soon he would be done with her anus and if she were lucky it would all be over.
"I'm getting close," said Andy, who kneaded Lucy's breast flesh while he filled her butt with hot fuck muscle. "I'm getting close." He pounded deep. His mushroom head lodged itself in the tube where a good strong anus muscle squeezed involuntarily and milked him toward ecstasy. "Ahhhh," he sighed. "It's like she's got hands in there that know just how to rub it. She's good, Larry. You're gonna like it."
Lucy nearly yelled out. She hadn't bet that the youngest of their group would also be fucking her. She muffled her cry, but she wondered if she would survive the brutal fucking up her anus. Only the day before she'd never had any penis in her ass, and now she was being raped by three men. She wondered if she would be able to survive and if she would be able to keep the secret of the brutal sex from her father who would surely blame and beat her if he knew.
"Oh, God," grunted Andy, "I'm getting close." He throbbed inside Lucy's anus. "Her butt is so soft," he said, pulling his hands down from her smooth chest and taking her cheeks for his hungry palms. "I like this butt enough to do it twice maybe." He rubbed his pecker within the tight groove. "My muscle feels like it's going to explode."
"Stop talking about it," said Kevin, "and flood her out."
He jammed hard. His hips hammered away and his rocket pecker with the jumbo mushroom head shot off. The first shot of jism sent chills up Lucy's slick back. Andy released his hold on her buttocks and grabbed her by the hips. The smooth flesh in his hands was icy from the surrounding cold, but he grabbed her hard enough that he could get his meat just another throbbing inch deeper into her ass-cunt. "Uuuuumph," he grunted, "there we go." He let loose with the rest of his jism, filling up Lucy's small anal cavity with all the semen he had. "Ahhhh," he sighed with relief. "That was nice."
Andy lay there on top of Lucy's lovely fifteen year old body. He kept his cock securely in place and let himself shrink inside rather than pull out. He felt his muscle relax in the narrow ass slot. "You know," he said, his face laying between her smooth shoulders, "this is the way to spend a winter afternoon all right. With your cock up a nice hot anus." He jerked what was left of his erection out of Lucy's butt hole. "See," he said, leaning over her face and looking into her watery eyes, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"Uuuuuhhh," grunted Lucy, half-dazed from the jism in her asshole.
"Say it," said Kevin. "Stop staring like that and say you liked it."
She rolled her crystal blue eyes at Kevin. "It was nice," she said, her voice exhausted and frightened. "It was nice."
"There now," said Kevin. "Don't you feel better?" He motioned for Andy to take over Larry's place. "Go on Larry. You're up to bat now. You fuck her once more and then we'll turn her over to her father. Won't that be nice, honey? Your father and you can have a nice little talk about how you spent the afternoon fucking all of us. I'm sure you'll both have a lot to say." Then he looked at young Larry who was pulling off his trousers. "Hurry up, kid. We haven't got much time."
Larry had his pants off and he had a boner that was ready to wail.
CHAPTER SIX
Larry leaned down to rub his hot joint against Lucy's soft meaty rear. He spread her legs out some, and wiped, with a handy kerchief, some of the come that had dripped out. "She's wet enough," said the youngest of their group. "It looks like it ought to be easy."
"Are you a God damn fucking virgin, or what?" asked Kevin. "Just stick that erection of yours up her ass. Can the talk and get going."
Larry laughed and then rubbed his meaty dick in the crack between Lucy's firm ass cheeks. He rubbed his hands against the ass cheeks under his groin. "She feels nice," he moaned, trying not to let the other men there intimidate him. He was the youngest, and just now he felt it more than ever. "Listen," he said, "I want to rub it in her cunt first."
"In her cunt? Sure," said Kevin. "She'd be happy to have your hot hog in her cunt. Wouldn't you?!" He smiled at Lucy, and then he looked up at Andy. "Let's turn her over." They held her tightly at the neck and the wrists while they turned her young body right side up. They didn't want to take any chance on her wriggling free. She was happy, actually, for the change in position. It gave her a different feel, something to let her exercise her stiff and freezing limbs. "I won't fight," she told them. "I'll do anything you want. Just be easy, please?"
Kevin laughed. "Oh, sure. You won't bite or scratch or anything. By the way, we know that you don't like it up your pussy so much as up your asshole, but Larry's young and he just wants to get a proper fucking first. Then he'll stuff your butt, o.k.?" He smiled and looked over at Larry. "Ready, kid?"
Larry was already busily investigating Lucy's hot crotch. He had his hands roving her loins. He spread himself down between her warm slender thighs and reached up to her hot titties. "I love those smooth breasts," he moaned, kneading the warm titty skin. "I like those hot little nipples of hers, too."
"Those nipples," said Andy, taking a closer look, "aren't so small." He tweaked one of them and took a kind of primitive measure of it with his index finger and thumb. "Nice," he said, showing the other boys the space. "Very nice."
Larry continued his massage of Lucy's torso. She watched him work on her belly and titties. He came up and pressed his long wet tongue against her breast. He sucked one nipple up between his lips. She was tempted to wrap her arms around his neck. He was young, and secretly she liked him playing around on her body. If she'd met him under other circumstances, without her wrists being held back behind her, without her ankles pinned to the floor (Kevin had changed positions) she might have fallen for him. He was young, like herself, and she liked that about him. She watched him tongue her soft titties. If she didn't enjoy the sex of it, she certainly appreciated the warm feel which helped her body fight the freezing temperatures of the unheated cabin. "Ooooh," she sighed as he worked his way down her belly. "Ahhhh."
Larry helped himself to Lucy's pussy. He filled the hot little twat with tongue meat. Her lips spread naturally, mostly because her thighs were pushed apart. Larry was able to rub with his hands and enter the pussy with his tongue. He nibbled on this or that piece of interesting slippery flesh. He used his fingers to keep the cunt wide open. When he didn't need his hands to hold the twat lips, he used them to caress and massage the young girl's long thighs. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, "I ain't gonna be virgin much longer." He sucked on the interior flesh of her warm, juicing pussy. He located, without knowing it, her clitoris. "She's got a little pecker in here," he said.
"That's her clit," said Kevin. "Suck it and she'll spray all over you."
Larry willingly and passionately went to work licking the twat-pecker. He sucked it up between his lips, rubbed it with his tongue, and waited for the flow of gush. "Yup," he said, pulling back for a moment, "you're right Kevin. She's juicing out of there like a waterfall." He leaned back in between Lucy's tender thighs and rubbed his tongue against the hot erect clitoris. He slid his chin up and down against it, and then his tongue again. Finally, he sucked it between his lips and gave the clitoris a good long swabbing. "There's so much juice coming out of her now that it's incredible," said Larry.
Lucy had allowed herself, for the moment, to enjoy the fine eating that the young boy was giving her. She especially appreciated the tenderness he showed toward her loins and smooth thighs. She liked the feel of his hands running gently up and down the sides of her upper legs. Her trim blonde limbs were covered with both sexual and cold chills. She murmured to herself about how nice the suck in her cunt was: "Mmmmmm."
"Listen," said Larry, standing up from between Lucy's legs, "I want to try one more thing."
"Yeah?" said Kevin. "And what would that be?"
"I want to sit on her face."
"You what?" asked Andy.
"Yeah," said Larry. "I want to sit down and have her lick my butt hole. Then I'll fuck her. I promise. It'll be real quick."
"All right," said Kevin. "I'll keep her feet stretched out down here. You take care of her hands, Andy. Go on, Larry. Help yourself."
Larry squatted over Lucy's face. "Go on," said Larry, "eat out my asshole." Lucy merely closed her lips. "Go on," he commanded her. "If you don't you know what Kevin will do. He'll tell your father about how you fucked us all, about George and everyone."
"All right," said Lucy. She swore at him under her breath and opened her eyes. His anus hovered above her mouth. When she reached up her tongue and tasted his butt for the first time, he sat down even closer to her mouth. His anus opened up wide. She could feel, with her tongue, his thick sphincter muscle. She shoved her tongue up into the hole, and tried to keep from thinking about the beating her father would give her if he knew anything at all about the fucking and sucking that was going on in the lift cabin. She forced her mouth muscle up into the young boy's ass crotch. She licked his groove, his buttocks, and then the sphincter again. "Oh, yeah," moaned Larry, "I think this is really nice." He squatted down further. His asshole was stuffed in Lucy's face. To breathe she had to lick him. "Uuuuhh," she moaned, stuffing her tongue up into his asshole tube. "I can't...."
"Oh yes you can," said Kevin, tightening his hold on her ankles, "or we'll get the rope right now."
"It's all right," said Larry, "she's doing it." He felt Lucy's slender tongue drill up into his shit tube. She filled him up with the tongue meat. He rolled his ass from side to side, sitting on her nose and mouth with his hands on his knees. Then he stood up and turned around, so that he would have access to her titties. He squatted down again, with his anus in her mouth, and he reached for her breasts. He rubbed her nipples and her smooth breast flesh while Lucy reluctantly but thoroughly reamed him. "Mmmmm," he sighed, "that's the best!" His erection had grown bigger and more powerful.
"O.k.," said Kevin, "it's getting late."
"You have to let me go home," moaned Lucy once Larry had cleared her face of his asshole. "My father will be wondering where I am and he'll beat me if I don't come home."
"Just another minute or two more," said Andy. "You wouldn't want old Thunderbird Camper Larry there to go to bed tonight with blue-balls would you?"
Larry leaned down between Lucy's spread blonde thighs. He rubbed her hips and filled her cunt with all of his joint at once. "Uuuumph," she grunted, "you shouldn't put it in so hard." But her protest was useless. Larry stabbed against the hot cunt, and he landed his hog well into the pussy chamber. He went rubbing along the top surface, then the bottom, and finally he just left his prick inside to get a feel of what the whole chamber was like. "It's soft," he said, "and slippery. She must like this or it wouldn't get like that."
"Of course she likes it," said Kevin, spreading Lucy's ankles a bit more. "She likes it so much she'll be back for more tomorrow. You just wait and see."
Larry pounded his meat for five long strokes. He was in and out five times in succession. "Uuuuuhhh," grunted Lucy. "That's too hot. Too quick." Larry paid her no mind. He lay down on her and let his head rest against Lucy's warm chest. He used his fingers, under her butt, to penetrate her asshole. "Oh, God," she yelled, "it's too fucking much." But Larry persisted, filling up Lucy's tight little anus with his long bony finger. "This is gonna be just a look-see," said Larry. "I just want to make sure that I can get my finger in there so that I'll know for sure that I can get my whole penis in, too."
"You saw us do that," said Andy. "What makes you think you can't do it too?"
"Nothing," said Larry, "I just-"
"He thinks his cock is bigger than yours," said Lucy, seeing a chance to divide the group and then escape. "Larry thinks he has such a big hog that it won't fit up my asshole. Ha, ha, ha. You guys are dwarfs compared to him."
"Shut up," said Larry. "That's not true guys. I was just thinking that I wanted to finger her."
"I know," said Kevin. "She's just a dumb bitch. Keep fucking her."
Larry went back to stroking Lucy's twat. He did so silently now, for fear that Lucy would try to frame him again. He slid his meat in and out of her heated and feverish hole, giving himself a full helping to the tight slippery tube she had to offer. "Mmmmm," he hummed finally, "I think I'm ready to go dipping it in her butt canyon."
"O.k.," said Kevin, "get out of the way and we'll turn her over for you." Larry stood up with his cock dripping icicles of clit juice. He stood back and watched Andy and Kevin roll Lucy over. They turned her like a pig on a skewer. When he saw her butt he couldn't wait to jump down on it and jam her full of hot pecker and semen juice. "All right," he said, "she's ready." He flung himself down on Lucy's butt end. He picked up his sword and let it fly down her tube. The meat descended immediately, filled up the anal cavity, and rubbed hard and fast inside Lucy's muscular shit tube. "Ooooh," she wailed, "go easy, Larry. Can't you just go easy? That's all."
"Stop bitching," said Kevin. "You're getting everything you ever wanted."
From outside the cabin, through the frosted glass window, George peeked in. He got himself another look at what was going on in the cabin. This time Kevin held Lucy's slender ankles spread. And Andy had her arms out above her head. They had her sprawled out like some sort of flesh sacrifice. She was belly down, of course, and it was Larry who leaned into her asshole. George could see the kid's butt flying, pumping, and he knew what pleasure he was having sending that penis of his up young Lucy's hot asshole tube.
"How far are you from coming?" asked Kevin. "We can't hold her here like this all day."
"Give me another minute," hollered Larry. "I only just got it in there."
"You fucking assholes," shouted Lucy. "I'm gonna get back at you for this." But if she'd told the truth, she still had mixed feelings about the butt rape. She was enjoying it part of the time, and then on the other hand she wasn't. She didn't like the idea of being raped. But if she wanted to think back, she could remember lots of dreams and sexual fantasies that were not much different than what was actually happening to her right then. Of course, she wasn't so cold in her dreams, and all the men were of her own choosing. In one she even imagined her father sticking his wooden leg up between her loins. He rubbed her crotch with it, and then he turned her over and rested the prosthetic leg on her ass. He rubbed the wooden sole of his lame leg into her fanny. She wondered if that particular fantasy wasn't just a little bit like what was happening to her right now. She could feel Larry's hot groin rubbing against her buttocks. She liked the feel of his young wet pubic hairs scratching her lightly, and his cock spreading out her sphincter muscle. She could feel his big mushroom head, way in the bottom, down deep in the interior of her anal cavity. It was so big and expanded and she wondered if he would explode in there, like a toggle bolt, never to be let out. She wondered if a small enough person couldn't just crawl right up inside her asshole and live there, fucking and reaming her whenever she wanted. She had to amuse herself until the fuck was over, and it was with thoughts like these that she did so.
"Uuuuuuhhh," grunted Larry, "I'm almost there."
Despite her feelings to the contrary-that it wouldn't be good to encourage such young men to keep fucking her by giving them what they wanted-and despite the soreness she felt inside her anal tube, Lucy rocked and squeezed on Larry's long cock. She gave him of herself. She rubbed his dick with her long anal muscles. She milked him, hoping that she would be able to enjoy some of the fuck herself. After all, she rationalized, she was there on the cabin floor getting her butt fucked, and whether she liked it or not, it was still going to keep happening. Whether or not her father would beat her again that night, Larry was eventually going to fill her full of hot jism. She might as well, she considered, enjoy it.
"Oh, yeah," moaned Larry, "she's giving it to me real nice now." He felt Lucy bear down on him. Her anal crotch hugged his fuck-stick. She rolled the head in her bowels. She used muscles that neither of them, that none of them, knew existed. She fucked him with her butt as though the bunghole had teeth and a tongue, eating Larry's beef, chomping on it with her tight little muscles. "Uuuuuuhhh," grunted Larry, "here I go!"
With that the young camper's penis exploded. He fired off his wad of jism in six big squirts, filling up Lucy's hot butt crotch. "Oh, God, shit," she couldn't help but scream. "Oooohh, Christ!"
"Ha, ha, ha," laughed Kevin. "She loves it, just the way George said she would."
Larry pulled his spent erection from the back of Lucy's body. Andy let her arms and hands go, and Kevin let her ankles go. "Give her something to cover up with," said Larry. "She looks awfully cold."
"She ain't cold," said Kevin. "She's as hot as a snake in the desert." He stood up and walked over to the cabin door. He leaned outside and motioned George into the room. "We finished her off." George looked over at Lucy who sat shivering with her knees pulled up against her chest. "Cover her up, for God's sake," said George. "You don't want the only piece of ass at Camp Thunderbird to get pneumonia, do you?" Andy gave Lucy her clothes. She quickly pulled on her corduroy pants. The four men watched her dress. She covered her naked body, beginning with her legs. They watched her pink flesh disappear. The long legs went first, into the trousers. Then she pulled on her loose blouse. They stood staring at her. She looked up. "What the hell are you looking at?" she yelled at them. "You had everything there was to have!" She buttoned the blouse and then looked around for her sweater. Andy reached out his hand with the knit garment. She looked at him and then snatched it from him. "You bastards," she mumbled under her breath. She found her shoes over by the bench on the back wall of the cabin. She had to push between Andy and Kevin to get to it. When she leaned down, Kevin patted her on the right buttock. "Same time tomorrow, honey? Same station?" He grinned and said: "We better get out of here."
They left her alone in the lift cabin. George was the last one out. Lucy called after him in a sweet voice. "Oh, George?" she said shoving her foot into her boot. He turned around and looked at her. "I just wanted to tell you," she said without looking up, "that you really do suck." She heard the door shut and she started crying.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Old man Pines paced the floor of his cabin. He looked out the window at one point, and saw nothing. But on his return trip, the next time at the window, he saw four young men straggling down the side of the mountain. He couldn't make out who they were, and the first time he saw them he paid them no mind, just continued to pace, dragging his lame leg behind him, pivoting and swiveling around at the fireplace, making yet another trip across the roughshod floor of his cabin. But on the third look, he saw that the campers and the counselors were laughing uproariously, that they were in good humor. And he stopped this time, stared out the window and watched them. One of the four men turned and looked back up the snow covered hill. And he pointed. The others turned, too. They laughed and pointed at the figure of a fifth camper, or so thought Pines at first glance-a fifth camper making his way down the hillside. He paid it no mind, until, of course, he recognized that the last straggler coming down the hill was not a boy, but his daughter, Lucy. Now he knew where she'd been.
Even before Lucy made her way into the cabin, her father had unstrapped his belt. She opened the door and said: "Hi, Dad, I was-" She saw the belt in his hand. "Oh, no," she said, "please, no." She started to back out the still open door.
"Come here," said the ex-marine. "Get your butt over here."
She closed the door behind her. "Daddy, please, let me explain."
"After I beat the living daylights out of you, you can explain." Seconds later he'd cornered her, pulled her trousers down and whipped her where she'd fallen on the floor. He threw away the belt and beat her bare bottom with his open hand. He spanked her and wouldn't let her go until she began crying and wailing and swearing that nothing had happened, that she was being wrongly punished. Then he let her up, scolded her viciously with a foul tongue, and sent her up to bed.
In front of the mirror she swore vengeance against the young men who had assaulted her, against her father who beat her bare bottom, and against George, in particular, who had taken her virginity, used her innocence, and had arranged for the anal rape. But as she undressed, as she saw once again that her body, though tired and full of jism which dripped from her asshole, was in fact in one piece, that she was really not hurt and that she was still pretty, her anger subsided. She looked at her smooth titties, and except for one hickey, she was largely unharmed, unmarked. She examined her tight little rose-bud nipples, and they, too, were all right, not hurt. She rubbed her belly where it had been so cold before, and she was happy to be home in the warmth of the cabin bedroom. She took off all of her clothes, dressed in her housecoat, made her way to the bathroom, showered, dressed again and then climbed into bed.
Her father came up and reprimanded her again for some deed that he wasn't sure she was guilty of. Then he left her alone. She fell asleep in a daze and dreamed about young men fucking her asshole. She dreamed that they slid their peckers up between her neat firm buttocks, that she was able to take on all comers, that she loved every inch of phallus that they had for her, and that she would fuck them all as many times as they liked. In the middle of the night, when her father snored somewhere else in the room-she didn't know where-Lucy woke up and tip-toed downstairs in only her housecoat.
The fire continued to burn in the fireplace. She stretched out in front of the dwindling embers and spread her long lean legs. She reached one hand into her cunt and began massaging her pussy. Though it had been a rough time for her up in the cabin in the mountain, she herself had not enjoyed an orgasm. She was horny to have a climax, to finish herself off. Perhaps it was the fear of the young men, that they might hurt her, that had prevented her enjoying the sex before. But now, in front of the fire, in the dawn light, she worked her hand up into her pussy. Her long middle finger rubbed inside her honey pot. Her clit pulsed, and the juice, so much of it, from her point of view, wasted up in the lift cabin, began to flow again. She could feel the ooze run down her fingers between her butt cheeks. She sensed her body begin to wake up again, to melt after the long naked hours up on the hill, to heat up in passion, with fever. She raised her knees and moaned out loud: "Oh, God, please." She rubbed her thighs with her open palm and used one hand to rub her tender buttocks. The cheeks were smooth and fresh. She worked a finger up into the sore asshole space. But despite the terrific beating she'd taken on the hill, her butt wanted more stimulation. She needed it in order to climax.
The fire burned bright in the blue dawn light. Lucy jerked her clitoris in a steady rhythm. She tweaked herself and then started a slow tease, rubbing softly across her clit. She rubbed with her finger inside her pussy. And she also kept her finger going in her anus. She didn't want to stick it up there too far, because that, she suspected would hurt, but she did want to get enough of a feel that she would enjoy the pleasure of orgasm. "Mmm," she hummed to herself, "I think I can do it." She rubbed her anus and her cunt at the same time. She pulled her finger out of her twat and rubbed the entire outer mound. Her beaver was wet and bristly. She scrubbed her forest with an open palm that slid easily across the tops of her vaginal lips. Her legs squeezed involuntarily shut around her wrist. She felt her own soft loin flesh clasping at her probing hand and fingers. She reached in again, filled herself with a long middle digit, and then jerked her hips in some preliminary spasm that she suspected would soon turn into an out and out climax. She stuffed more of her other hand into her asshole.
But it was tight in there, and not slippery enough. Earlier, when she'd showered, she'd washed out all the jism and all the lubricant. She regretted not having left some of the oil there. She wanted her own orgasm now, and she needed something to make it easy to get her asshole going. Temporarily, she gave up the warmth of the fire and marched into the kitchen. She searched the cupboards and located what she wanted. Careful not to spill any of it, she poured herself a small cup full of cooking oil. Then she went back to the living room fire. The fire had gone down somewhat, so she stoked it with a fresh log. The embers blasted up and pieces of cinder, still burning, rose up through the chimney.
Lucy arranged herself on the rug in front of the hearth. She spread herself out again. Her long slender blonde legs were willing to take what little chill was left in the air in order to permit her hand to search for and locate her pussy. She reached in and tried to build herself up to that previous high. When her legs began to shiver with excitement instead of with the cold, she reached her free hand to the cup of oil beside her. She dipped one finger into the cup and greased it. Then she placed that finger between her legs and rubbed at the sore anal crater. She greased it, spread the smooth greasy oil around in small circles. She returned to the cup for more of the cooking lubricant. She greased her finger again and again, and repeatedly she applied her finger up her asshole. She shoved the oiled digit up higher and higher with each new application of the oil. Finally it became easy to rub her butt tube with her digit. The hole and the tube were coated with smooth grease. Lucy's finger could ride up inside her ass as high as she liked. Now, it was no effort at all to finger-fuck her own butt and pussy.
She began to work her cunt and her anus vigorously. She jammed her finger all the way up her asshole and kept tweaking her clit with her other hand. Occasionally she would rub a bit of her clit juice, that slippery ooze, onto her titties, and there she would provide herself with a small rub and tease. Finally, her passion mounting, she began to twist her hips. Slowly, she worked her way toward orgasm.
She thought, at one point, that she'd heard her father's stirring upstairs. She no longer needed any oil, so she threw the cup of grease onto the fire. It kindled up, exploded mildly, and sent bright yellow flames shooting upwards. She put the cup aside and returned to jerking herself off. She could always say, merely by rolling over and looking into the hearth, that she'd come downstairs to get warm. She continued to work her feverish cunt.
Finally, after much stroking and rubbing, she felt the preliminary chills of orgasm climbing up her spine. She could tell that this was not a chill from the cold or the snow. She knew the difference well. The heat in her asshole, the rubbing in her cunt, her shaking, trembling bowels all added up to a good healthy climax. She began to imagine fat phallus' jamming up her asshole. She pretended that her finger was a long bony prick, and that the finger in her cunt was a big dildo. She imagined herself on a huge stage in some big city. She was stretched out in front of an audience on a comfortable platform. She needled her pussy in front of them, and then she showed them her smooth ass cheeks, her rounded buttocks. They applauded the fine curvature of her full moon. She fantasized that they were all of them hungering for her butt, that they would pay to have her asshole for their cocks and their mouths. She wondered what it would be like if some of the members of the audience were women. She began to think about eating out another woman's pussy and asshole, and she considered what she would shove up a woman's butt. She decided, just as she was fingering her own butt, so she would have to give the other woman a piece of her finger.
Then she started to moan. The crackling fire in front of her burned higher and higher. So did Lucy's hot passions. She cried out, "Oh, yes, God, I'm going to come." She rubbed her greasy cunt with her middle digit, in particular the hefty clitoris meat that had long been erect and twitching. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, shoving her finger up into the folds of her anus. "Ahhhhhh, I love it." She pounded her butt down on her well-greased finger. "That's it," she cried out. "Uuuuuhhh." The gush in her cunt flowed steadily, and her hips shook with involuntary convulsions as her climax took over her body all together. "Ahhhhh," she sighed softly as the orgasm passed. "It was nice," she said in a low whisper to herself, "but not so nice as with the real cocks I had up in that cabin." She rolled over and slept for a while in front of the warm fire.
The blue dawn had given way to a crisp yellow beam of bright sunlight when Lucy woke to the sound of a knock at the cabin door. She scrambled to her feet and gathered her robe tight around her chest. She leaned her head to the cabin door. "Who's there?" she asked, still half-asleep.
"It's Greg Carter," said the husky voice of the supplies man. "Your father here?"
"Yes," said Lucy, picking up the heavy bolt and throwing the door open. Greg Carter stood in front of her with his lumberjack coat fastened and zipped up to the neck. He held a hand tight at his throat to keep the cold out. "Come in," said Lucy in a low whisper. He came into the cabin and she shut the door behind him. He was a big man, in his young thirties. He had dark hair covered with a light frost. "Your old man," he told Lucy, "is supposed to come to town for the week's supplies. He up?"
"No," said Lucy. "Can't you go alone."
"Need the car," said Greg. "Better wake him."
Lucy eye balled the man's thick arms. Even under the coat she could tell he was strong and muscular, that he was well-built and large. She couldn't help a quick glance to his crotch. She was still asleep and dreaming about the pleasures of sexual intercourse in her anus. "No," she said, "I'll drive in with you." In the mountains she'd learned to drive by the time she was thirteen.
"O.k.," said Greg. "Better get dressed warm though. It's cold out there."
Lucy made her way upstairs and came back in a flash dressed in her parka and ski-boots and corduroy trousers. "You don't look any less pretty," said Greg Carter as they left the cabin, "dressed like a man than you did in your housecoat." They started up the Camp Thunderbird truck. Lucy drove.
Half-way up the canyon road, iced and slippery, she told Greg that it might be better if he took the wheel. "Sure," he said, and he started out the door on his side. But Lucy grabbed him by the arm. "I'll just slip over you." She lifted herself up and slid over his crotch with her soft rear end. They changed places that way, and she ended up on the passenger side of the truck. Greg ended up in the driver's seat with a firming fuck-stick. "You know," he said, throwing the stick shift into gear, "you got a lot of balls for a kid."
"I ain't a kid," said Lucy, reaching her hand along Greg's thigh. "And neither are you." He steered the steep incline with Lucy's hand rubbing between his legs. "AH right," he said finally, "I don't care if you are Ace Pines' daughter, we're stopping right here." He pulled the open truck to the side of the road and grabbed her wrist. He hugged her up close to him, kissed her with his long hefty tongue. "Mmmmm," she sighed, "this is a lot better."
She kissed him back with her open teenage mouth. He rubbed the inside of her oral orifice with his long wet tongue. He gave her a good French kiss and then said: "Let's get in the back and make use of this fucking truck." She followed him out of the cab and into the canvas covered platform behind the truck. There were plenty of blankets and a lot of furniture pads that they put to good use.
He spread her out on the wood base of the floor of the platform. "Get ready, honey, I'm gonna give you what you been looking for."
"I sure hope so," said Lucy, whispering in his ear. "I sure do hope so." She reached her hands into his crotch. Her palms rubbed around between his legs, in his levis. "Those things are too heavy." He reached down and unbuckled his belt. Lucy flashed on her father's stiff strap beating her ass. Then the memory passed. Greg had his trousers down and she could feel his hot meat. She rubbed his groin, between his legs, her wrists grazing on the sides of his hog. "You have a big dick, Greg," she said. "Is it strong?"
"Let me put it this way," said Carter. "It's strong enough to give a punk like you everything you ever dreamed about."
"Good," said Lucy. "Because I have a lot of dreams that I want you to help me with." She slid down between his legs and stuffed his mushroom crown between her thick moist lips. She tongued the tip and then rolled her mouth muscle down the side of the shaft. Arriving at the base she said: "It's thick enough, that's for sure!"
"You just get it hard enough," he told her, rubbing his hands in her blonde mane. "And I'll give you all the fuck you want."
"And will you give it to me," she asked, kissing his big hairy balls, "the way I want it?" She cupped her palm under his ass and drove a finger up into his anus.
"It's like that, is it?" grunted Carter. "Sure, I'll give it to you up the ass, kid. You just smile for me. But get your finger out of my butt. I don't like it. Less of course you want to eat it."
"Sure," said Lucy. "Bend over."
Carter arranged himself so that the teenager could get her tongue up his asshole. He had to climb down between the blankets. His ass ended up in front of Lucy's face. "Go to it," he said to her smooth calves, talking between her legs. "You got what you want there, or some of it, anyhow."
Lucy plowed her tongue down the groove of Carter's butt. She kissed the hairy muscular ass cheeks, and she worked her mouth down toward his anus. "I hope you showered this morning," she said. Then she drilled his ass-hole with hot tongue meat. She probed his sphincter muscle with her mouth organ. His butt hole was bigger than Larry's had been, larger, too, than George's. She liked it. "I love this muscle of yours," she said, reaching around to his cock. "I like the way it squeezes." She was referring to both his cock and his anus at the same time. She rubbed the man's butt hole and his dick. She used her tongue in his ass, her hands for his penis. "I like giving you a good hot rub down, Greg Carter. It's something I dreamed about a lot of times."
"Well, honey," he said, enjoying the ream, "I guess you got yourself a dream come true."
"Not yet," she said, "there's a lot of other stuff I dreamed about doing with you." She laughed to herself and continued to lick Greg's anus. He was more confident than the younger men, and Lucy was coming by the sex voluntarily. It made her feel better to know that she had chosen to eat out this man's butt. It made her feel good to know that he would soon be pounding his meat into her willing asshole, too. "Mmmm," she hummed, licking the flesh folds around his bunghole. "You got what I like, Greg Carter."
"O.k.," he said, "let loose up there and let me get a little feel of your ass, baby." He pulled her trousers off of her and rubbed her fanny with inspecting hands. "Nice," he said. "Nice and soft." He massaged her tender teenage butt cheeks. They were as smooth as glass, melted in his palms like powder snow. "We're gonna ram my rod right on up this little bung-hole of yours, honey. You're gonna remember why they call me the supply man." He leaned into between her buttocks and kissed the groove. "Smooth and soft," he said. "Even got a little oil in there. Been playing with yourself?"
"What if I have?" snapped Lucy. "What's that to you?"
"I don't give a shit if you been sitting on doorknobs, honey. Just so long as it's good and clean in there. That's all that I care about. Don't want to go rubbing my dick in no filthy shit hole, catching one disease after another. Know what I mean? You keep it clean and that's all I care about."
"It's clean," said Lucy. "What do you think? I fuck everybody?"
"I don't think about nothin'," said Greg. He leaned his nose and his tongue up into the smooth crater. "Yeah," he said, "nice and greasy." He reached a finger around into Lucy's mound. He poked her with his long middle digit, filled her flesh cave with his strong finger. Her clit was erect, and there was still plenty of slippery ease-juice from her morning exercise, from her early morning masturbation. "Nice," he said softly, having located her clit. "Very nice." He rubbed the half-inch piece of sensitized flesh. It came erect and ready within seconds. "You're hot, honey," he told her. "Good and greasy and hot." He finger-fucked her cunt while his other hand wandered up for a feel of her long soft titties. His tongue wandered around feeling up her asshole. She squirmed in his arms.
"Come on," she said, thrusting her butt into his face, "give it to me right."
"You wet down my pecker," he told her, "one more time, and then I'll jam up your butt crotch, honey. How's that sound?" She didn't even speak. She merely changed her position so that she could get a good hold on his phallus. She wrapped her fists around the base and stuffed the head into her mouth. She rubbed with the broadside of her tongue at the head of his meat. The cap was red and flaming, ready for just about anything. She sucked the rim of his cock, not by stuffing the entire pecker in her mouth, but from the sides, rolling her head around the meaty cock cap, kissing and licking the rim. Then she splayed her mouth organ across the shaft of the fuck-muscle. She coiled her tongue around it and rubbed up and down. Her lips nibbled and added bite to the suck. "O.k.," groaned Greg Carter, "I'm hot and ready, honey."
She went up his belly, kissed his navel and then his manly titties. She rubbed her hands through the thick fur on his chest and shoulders. When she got up to his face, she kissed his mouth, pressing her tongue into his oral cavity. She licked the insides of his cheeks and rubbed her opening twat on his stiff member. She spread clit juice along the top side of his pecker with her active young pussy. Then she reached down with one hand while she continued to kiss him and put his cock up against her belly so that she could coat the underside of the meat with her open honey pot. The lubricating thus accomplished, she turned over and gave him her backside. "I think you're ready," she whispered. "Let's see, anyhow."
Carter rubbed his lubricated cock along the top of the canyon between Lucy's soft buttocks. He gave the underside of his penis a long slide up and back. He repeated the stroking action. "Come on," begged Lucy, "stop fucking around and shove it in me. I don't have all day, you know."
"Take it easy, baby," said Carter. "You got to be ready, or it ain't gonna be no fun at all."
"I'm ready, I tell ya," she moaned. "I want it up my asshole." She reached back and spread her cheeks for him. "There's plenty of grease and my hole's plenty big. I want that fuck-stick in my tube." She suddenly saw her father with his strap in his hand whipping her buttocks. But she put the picture out of her mind. He would never know, she told herself. "Come on," she moaned, "shove it in."
Carter lifted his cock to the right spot. He took one stroke under her anus, along her wet pussy, but on the back swing he went high, up into the spread iris sphincter. "Uuuuuhhhh," grunted Lucy as the large mushroom head squeezed through the tight bunghole muscle. "That's one hell of a big cock." Carter laughed and thrust his hips forward, spearing Lucy's butt the way he would have stuffed a pig. "You ain't had nothing yet."
"Awk!" she cried, her plaintive yells muffled by the blankets and canvas canopy on the back of the truck. Her anal tube was filled with the big cap and thick shaft of Carter's hefty beef. "You gonna give me one hell of a fucking," she moaned. Carter smiled to himself and jerked his hips backwards, just far enough to pull his mushroom head to the edge of the tight teenage ass muscle. "Mmmm," he sighed. "Nice."
Lucy backed up on the shaft, grabbed with her bunghole at the stem. She wanted it back down in her, deep inside. She rolled her hips on the phallus, jamming her buttocks up into Carter's hot crotch. She could feel the moist pubic hair around his dick and balls scratching her butt crack. She wanted to feel it up in her crater, because that way she would know that his cock was all the way in her butt. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, shifting her weight. She was up on her hands and knees with the long pecker filling her anus. "Uuuuumph," she grunted, sucking with her anal cavity. "Give me all of that thing."
He rubbed his thick cock shaft from side to side in her anal crotch. He had the muscle as spread out as possible. He could feel the contractions of Lucy's shit tube around his meat. It was like one long cylinder of muscle, a tube of squeeze on his joint. The oil inside made everything easy, but it didn't make the anal fuck any less tight. It was a perfect fit. "Ahh," he moaned, reaching up for her titties. He took a good hold on both breasts and tugged the long, pendulous titties downward. She screeched in agony and ecstasy as Carter fondled her boobies. The flesh was soft and pliant and covered with sexual chills. "Mmmm," he hummed in her ear. He leaned forward, his head close to hers, and rubbed his cheek against her soft face. He kissed the nape of her neck while he fondled her titties and rammed his great poker up her asshole. His groin was flush with her buttocks. "You getting your dream come true, honey?" he asked her.
"Ooooh, God, yes," she moaned. "This is it, Greg. But rub my titties harder. Please rub my titties."
He pressed his palms firmly against her nipples and pushed upwards, flattening the breasts against her chest. He rubbed them and massaged them, and then he pinched the budding nipples themselves. He pulled and tweaked the hot flesh tips, giving Lucy an extra special thrill while he rode her buttocks. "Ahhhhh," she gasped, "good. What about my cunt, too. Rub in my twat with your finger."
Greg left one hand to fondle her titties, and with the other he attacked Lucy's honey pot. The sweet ooze was pouring like she had a hose in there. It was an open faucet, only instead of water, there was clit juice. He rubbed his middle digit into the orifice, and then, seeing that there was extra room, he added his index finger. He pumped her cunt with both digits, rubbing especially hard on her clitoral erection. The slippery piece of flesh slid neatly between his fingers. With every stroke it twitched.
"Uuuuuhhh ... ahhhh ... oooohhh," gasped Lucy, her hips sweating. "Your cock, Carter," she begged, "your cock. Make it longer. Make it longer."
He jammed his hips against the tops of her buttocks. Spearing her as hard as he could, his joint inched forward deeper in her anal tube.
"Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, "I'm coming. Oh, yeah, I'm coming." Carter let go with his own orgasm. The jism from his balls shot through his long bone into Lucy's shit reservoir. He filled her bowels and her colon with fresh pudding. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted again. "It's so nice." His stream of come set her pelvis rocking and rolling. He'd triggered her anus orgasm, and tremors spread across her fanny. She shook like a giggling ape, her butt end vibrating all the come out of his hog. When he finally yanked his flesh prong out of her fanny, Lucy was in total ecstasy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed frantically at his face, at his eyes and his nose and his cheeks. Her sweltering open mouth shoved tongue meat into his lips and she Frenched him. She went down his neck, kissing his hairy shoulders, mouthing his manly nipples and licking the little titties. She went down on his belly and landed her hands around the swollen fuck-stick that had fucked her anus. She grabbed it like a baseball bat and swung the red oozing tip into her face. Her lips went sucking up and down the length of the hot rod, and her tongue lashed out to lick at all the ooze and jism and oil that she could get at. She slid her open mouth around the whole juicy meat, finally, and hummed on it. "Oh, God," she said, pulling away afterwards, "that was a fine anal fuck, Carter. I loved that." She even went back for more of his anus, sucking and licking at the hot crater, stuffing her tongue up inside his tube.
"O.k., already," said Greg, "I get the idea. You're a hot young dish and you love assholes and you love fucking in the butt. Put your pants on. We got to get to town to get those supplies, or your daddy's gonna have my ass when we get back."
They drove the rest of the way up the canyon and into town in silence. They loaded the truck without saying much of anything at all. On the way back Lucy offered to drive, but Greg Carter just shook his head and said: "I like it better this way."
But half a mile outside of Camp Thunderbird he pulled over to the side of the road again. "I got to get one more shot up that asshole of yours, sweetheart, before I go back to work." He led her back to the platform again. They made a space between the stacks of bags of potatoes and sides of beef that would be consumed by the campers at Thunderbird.
Lucy willingly pulled down her trousers and showed Greg her come filled butt.
"You want me to eat you first or something?" she asked.
"No, I don't want to fuck around this time. Just a quick run up that asshole of yours is all I want. You got enough juice in there to let a mule fuck you, so I ain't worried about that." He unbuckled his trousers and rubbed his pecker along the space between her flesh loaves. When he was hard enough, he jammed his long sword into her bunghole. He went all the way in, as far as his groin would permit. She sucked with her anus on the shaft of his hot rod. He buggered her quickly, coming only seconds after he'd entered her fine shit tube. She squeezed, and though there wasn't a great deal of physical pleasure for Lucy during this particular fuck session, she loved the thought of getting a prick in her anus any time she wanted it. Carter jerked and throbbed at the end, spreading his semen juice around the inside of Lucy's anal cavity. When he pulled out he asked her: "What would your father say if he knew you were out here fucking me?"
"He'd probably whip the shit out of me," said Lucy, pulling her corduroys up around her waist. "Yup, he'd probably beat me black and blue and send me packing."
Carter smiled. "You can pack in at my place anytime you want, honey. Any time at all."
When they pulled up at the cabin Ace Pines was out on the stoop. Carter wasn't even off the truck when the ex-marine yelled at him: "I trust you Carter, so I won't even ask what took you and my daughter so long. But if I ever find out, I won't just beat her." He turned and limped into his cabin.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That night old man Pines left Lucy alone in the cabin. "Don't open this door until I get back," he told her. "You do, and I'll know about it. Keep the bar down and don't let no one in here. I'll be back early afternoon tomorrow." He left in the car.
A fresh snow fell at eleven. Lucy stroked the fire and discovered that she needed more wood. The shed, some twenty yards from the cabin, held fresh logs. She unlocked the door and made the trek out for wood. On the way back, however, porting two heavy pieces of wood, she was stopped by George and Kevin who'd been hiding outside the cabin.
"Well, well, well," said George, "look what we have here. Didn't see you at breakfast this morning, Lucy. Not up at the lift cabin either. What happened?"
Kevin reached out and stroked her arm. "Gettin' it someplace else, Lucy?" She moved past them, but when she came to the stoop, George stood squarely in front of her.
"Let me by," she insisted. "I had enough of your kind the other day."
"Not nearly enough for my tastes," said George. "You got away without much of anything from me. And I aim to make up for that." He started to grab her. She tossed one log down on his foot, scrambled past. Kevin reached for the loose tail of her parka, but she managed to pull free. He was left holding a piece of nylon rag. She raced for the cabin door, and before either of the two counselors could prevent it, Lucy had slammed the heavy wood door shut. From outside, they heard the bolt thud in place. "Shit," said Kevin. "Piss me off."
Inside, though, she'd only retrieved one of the two pieces of wood she'd hoped for, Lucy stoked the fire. It would do until well into the morning. She sat down in front of the hearth and prepared for a long night. Minutes later, however, she heard jeering and hooting outside the cabin. A group of campers had gathered, led by the counselors, and they shouted at her: "What's the matter? Don't want any tonight?" And "Come on out, honey, "we'll give it to you just right!" Then they took up a chorus: "Lucy's a good fuck and we want her now. Lucy's a good fuck and we want her now. They chanted it over and over again.
She stood at the window watching them. Suddenly, one of them suggested getting the door open. They came up on the stoop and fiddled with the latch. If they worked hard enough, she knew, they could get into the cabin. Another boy worked alone at the window. She started upstairs to where she knew her father kept a gun, but then she saw the door start to give way, to creak. In fright, she tripped at the staircase. Frantic, she turned around and saw that the boys were now making their way through the window, shouting: "There she is! I'm first. Come on." She closed her eyes and prayed. She considered herself doomed, but she hoped, with her eyes closed, that they would not hurt her too badly, that she would only come away from the assault fucked and not hurt so that she couldn't fuck again.
But just at the moment when she thought they'd be dragging her from the stairs into the middle of the living room, there to rape her, she heard a deep masculine voice say: "Hey, what do you kids think you're doing?" She recognized the logger's voice, and she opened her eyes. He was pulling two of Camp Thunder-bird's more ambitious younger members out of the window. "Thank God," she cried out.
"Open the door, Lucy. They're gone now." said the logger.
She made her way to the door and lifted the bolt. "My God," she said, "you saved my life."
"Ah, they're just kids," said Paul Jackson. He was a big man, with blond hair and light features. He had blue eyes and he was supremely confident of himself. "Where's your old man?" he asked, shutting the cabin door behind him. "He'd never let those kids get anywhere near here."
"He's in town," she said in a sweet voice. "Gone for the night."
"That so?" said the logger. "Well, I wonder what he's up to."
"You know," she said, "it's good to have a strong man here again. Without my father around I feel so helpless. Like the only woman in a prison camp or something. I worry."
Paul put his arm around Lucy's shoulder. "Don't worry about anything at all. I'll take care of you."
"Good," said Lucy, throwing the bolt on the door again. "I was hoping you'd say that." He caught her meaning and followed her to the rug in front of the blazing fire. "Mmmmm," said Lucy, making a comfortable place for them both, "why don't you sit here?" He accepted her cordial invitation and sat next to her on the floor in front of the fire. She immediately patted him on the thigh. "You came by in just the nick of time."
"Looks like I did," said the logger, zipping his jacket open. He inspected Lucy's long blonde hair, her rounded shoulders, and her long legs. "I bet under that parka and those pants you're quite a woman. Maybe those kids were right."
"Maybe so," she flirted. "Maybe so."
"Maybe I should just try and find out," said Paul Jackson.
"Maybe you should," Lucy said softly. "Maybe you should."
He leaned toward her. She stayed put. He opened his mouth and she closed her eyes. Then he pressed his mouth against hers. He shot his tongue, in one neat stroke, deep into her oral cavity. She sucked on it, and then she gave him back some of her own. His hands lifted and toured the gentle contours of her torso. He rubbed the sides of her chest and landed his palms on her breasts. He held the kiss and massaged her long, pendular titties. "Mmmmm," she sighed, tearing herself away from his kiss, "maybe I should take off this parka. It's awfully warm in here."
"Yeah," said the logger. "I think I'll get rid of this jacket, too. The fire's plenty of heat for me." He quickly removed his jacket.
Lucy reached for the top button of his flannel shirt. "You probably won't need this either." One by one she unbuttoned his shirt. She opened it up by sliding her hand across his hairy chest and onto his shoulder where she squeezed at the bulging muscles of his broad back. He mirrored" her actions by undoing her blouse. His hands reached into her smooth young chest and fondled the flesh of her titties. The nipples were upright and pointy. Even in the dim cabin firelight he could see that they were cherry and that the mountainous titties themselves were smooth and creamy. He rubbed both breasts with his kneading fingers and palms. Then he pulled her close to his now bare chest and pressed her body against his. "Uuuuhhh," she gasped, "it's so good to be in the arms of a real man."
His hands combed her silky blonde hair. He held her with one hand by the nape of the neck and pressed her face to his. His mouth opened and his tongue entered her willing oral orifice. They French kissed while Lucy's agile hands went touring his crotch. She rubbed at his firming fuck muscle. Both of her hands worked at the stiff material of his trousers. Finally, frustrated by the pants, she began to rip at the belt buckle. In her excitement, however, she could not keep track of how to get it undone.
"Here," said Paul Jackson, "I'll get that for you." He stood up, and his huge body towered over the teenager. She looked up his long legs, up into his face. He was stern and would not, she suspected, be terribly soft on her. On the other hand, he would take this firm approach and make her an excellent fuck. He removed his pants, all the time looking at her. "You too, Lucy," he said simply while he undid his shoes. "Get undressed."
She balked-why she didn't know-but then she took off all her clothes. The rug and their clothing made a good, warm pillow, one which they would use shortly.
Now, however, Lucy stared up at the standing man. She was looking up from under his balls and cock. Already the monster organ was firming. He had a jumbo cock. She reached up between his spread legs and rubbed his hairy loins. "You're strong," she said. "You look very strong."
"Mmmm," said the logger. "You rub alright, honey. You do nicely." He smiled and watched Lucy rub her hands between his legs. She worked on her knees, between his spread feet, looking up still at his extended jumbo joint. She reached up higher, past his balls and around his cock. She wrapped her hands around the base of his pecker, and she squeezed. "Yeah," he told her, "you know just what to do, too." She rubbed smoothly along the shaft of his dick. She had one palm on one side, and one palm was on the other. She rubbed both of her hands down toward the prick head. They were coordinated to arrive in unison at the cap. "Nice," said the logger. She worked her hands up and down his long fat fuck-stick. "You do that very nice," he said, still standing with his genitals hanging over her.
Lucy sat up taller. Her long pendular titties pointed slightly outward. Her smooth shoulders were barely in reach. What was available to the logger was her head. He grabbed her around the ears, and then with one hand at the nape of her neck, he pushed her face into his spread crotch. "Go on and suck it." He shoved her mouth against his prick. She spread her lips around the thick shaft. Her tongue pressed against the side of the meat. Her face went sliding back and forth across the side of the boner. "Uuuuhhh," she moaned, her face filling with fresh hot blood and a cherry blush. "Ooooooh."
"You like it," he said observantly. "You do like a good hot meat, eh?"
"Mmmmm," she nodded in his hands. He pressed her face firmly against his expanded pecker. She took it upon herself to mouth the organ. She crammed the explosive meat head in her lips. Again her tongue pressed against the available flesh framed between her open lips. She slid her mouth muscle across the hot penis, jammed the major portion of the joy rod into the back of her face. She slid one hand around his thigh and came up with a finger in his ass crack. She rubbed there while her lips sucked on the head of his joint. Her other hand cupped and rolled his testicles. Still she was below him, with his flesh prong pointed down into her face, and still he held her head securely in his hands. He could roll her face across his penis at will. "You give nice header," he said. "I like the way you suck cock."
She let the penis slide out from her lips. "I like to suck on other things, too," she said softly. She looked back down at the hot joy rod. She blew her moist breath along the length of the jumbo manly prick. She kept sliding her finger between his firm buttocks. She worked her palm up and down along his ass cheek. "I like to kiss your balls, for one things," she said. She leaned into his scrotum with her mouth open and tongued his hot rocks. "I like to suck on the head of your penis." She licked and rubbed the head of the meaty joint as quickly as she could. She used the broadside of her fat tongue to spread juice all along the mushroom cap. "I like to kiss your belly, if you'll let me." He released his hold around her head, at her neck and on the side of her face. She raised up off her knees and squatted so that she could still sit and kiss his lean, hairy stomach. She rubbed her lips around in a circle on his hips and across the top of his pelvis. Then she reached up and tweaked his titties, with both hands, still kissing his chest. Rubbing her titties against his balls and dick, she stood up slowly, rubbing, massaging, licking. She ended up at his face, with her hands tied to his rump, kissing him in the mouth. "Mmm." she said, "I like a man who lets me give him what I want to."
"Sure," said Paul Jackson the logger, "and I like a young teenage girl who has something to give." He sat down and she followed him to the rug in front of the carpet. She told him to lay on his belly and that she would show him what other kinds of sucking she liked to do. He agreed and spread himself out on his belly. He looked into the fire while Lucy began caressing him with her mouth.
She started at his shoulders. She kissed the muscles that were in his neck and back. She lay down along his back side with her bush pressed against the crack in his ass. He could feel the gentle leak of clit juice dripping into his ass canyon. "Honey," he groaned, "you are just right." Her weight on his large body was nothing to him. It was a gentle feather of flesh pressing against him. Her cunt rubbed slowly up and down against his ass cheeks. "You know just how to work that thing of yours."
She spread her legs open. She clamped herself onto one of his muscular legs, onto the back of his thigh, while she slid down toward his buttocks. Her hands reached under his pelvis and played with his saliva-covered cock. She rubbed his penis, under him, while she kissed the small of his back. "O.k.," she cautioned him, "now I'm going to give you the best suck of all, Paul. I think you'll like it, but you tell me if it's not right. I want to make you happy, honey. I want to give you a really fine suck." She leaned her head down close to his hairy ass cheeks. She pressed her smooth cheek against his hairy buttock. With one hand she played lightly and slowly, caressing his ass cheek. "I like to play with things like this," she said to the logger. "It gives me a thrill." She had one hand under him, working his meaty erect phallus, and the other hand she used to play with his ass moon. She slid her finger along the groove of the logger's buttocks. She arrived at his anus and warned him again: "I'm going to suck this out the best of all."
She picked herself up a little. She pressed her open mouth against his butt. She kissed his ass. She kissed each cheek separately. Then she opened her lips and gave him a long, sloppy tonguing, across each ass half. She licked at his buttocks as though they were big suckers, the kind of lollipops that little blonde girls at carnivals go around licking. She rubbed her face into the crack in his rump. "Mmmm," she sighed, "I just love to get my face into a good healthy ass fuck."
"Good for you," said the logger. "Maybe you'd like it better then, for your sucking, if I were to sit on your face. You could get in there easier and I'd be able to work on your titties, too."
"Sure," said Lucy. "I was afraid to suggest it because I wasn't sure if you'd let me. But I'd like that." She lay down and the logger crouched his huge ass over her face. He sat down close enough to her that she could look directly up into the hole. He squatted and leaned in her direction, with his open hands, and his palms went rubbing on her long pendular titties.
Lucy, for her part, supplied the logger with a healthy tongue. She reached up into his asshole with the tip of her mouth muscle and filled the cavity right from the beginning. She gave him a good long reaming. Her tongue was everywhere. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned between licks, "I love to have a nice smile in my face."
"Mmmmm," said the logger, kneading her breasts and rubbing her belly, squatting on her face, his asshole in her mouth, "you do an excellent job honey." He could feel Lucy's long tongue riding up inside his shit tube. He knew that such a suck was sometimes difficult, so he appreciated a good tongue job. It made him especially horny because while she reamed him, while he sat on her pretty teenage face, he could lean down and work her titties, her big boobies, or rub her smooth belly. It was the perfect position for that kind of action. "Ooooh, good," he told her, rubbing her chest and her taut stomach. "Just keep that up for another minute."
Not only did Lucy keep up the fine tonguing in the logger's bunghole, but she also applied a hand to his cock. She reached up between his squatting thighs and grabbed his fuck muscle. She squeezed it as she pressed her tongue into the wide shit hole. She pulled on the head, or rubbed it, as was her want, and continued to eat out his shit tube.
"Oh, yeah, baby," moaned the logger, getting hotter and hornier. "You know your business alright."
Lucy pulled her tongue out of the logger's butt. "When I see a nice fat penis like yours, or when I get a look at a good rump, I just can't help myself. It's that simple." She grinded her tongue up into his butt again. She used one hand to stroke his long prick, and she used the other to caress one of his hairy buttocks.
"Oooooh, yeah," moaned Paul, "that's the way, honey. That's really it." He looked down between his thighs. He could see her kissing his asshole, her hand rubbing his dick. She was slopping her tongue up into his anus, and rubbing his dick as though it were the biggest flesh pole in the world. "Mmmmm," he sighed, continuing to watch her as she tongued his shit tube, "you know just how to do it, kid. You're A-l."
She pushed him up off her face. "That's because I really love to give that kind of pleasure, Paul." The logger looked longingly at the fifteen year old girl's pleasant titties. "Come on," she said, "suck my boobies if you want to. I'd really like it." He leaned down on her chest and filled his face with her hot breast. He sucked her nipple and rolled his tongue across the big brown cap. "Mmmmm," she hummed, holding his large face between her soft palms, "that's nice." She used one hand to press her other knocker against the side of his face. He had himself a breast sandwich, with his face in between the two titties. "Nice," she said. "I like it when a big strong man sucks my breasts."
Paul worked his way down her body. He kissed the fine trim stomach and pressed his face between her spreading loins. "I'm gonna give you a good licking, too," he promised. He lapped at her beaver. The lips were sweet and open. He stuffed her cunt full of his tongue. Her clit pressed on the top of his mouth muscle. It was firm and erect, ready for the busy licking he was only too happy to provide. "You're gonna gush pretty soon," he told her.
"Not before I get that hot cock of yours in my asshole," said the young girl. "I found out a couple of days ago that I was gonna get my pleasure the best that way. Now there's nothing else that makes me feel happy. I just love a good hot pecker stuffing my fanny. Nothing else will make me gush like that does."
"Good," he said, "I'll be happy to crack your butt open." He continued licking her pussy, however, getting her juice flowing, preparing her for the up and coming fuck action in her butt tube. He rolled his tongue in her cunt. He licked her clitoris, and he concentrated on getting the flesh near it as slippery as possible. Finally, he jammed his entire mouth muscle into the satin smooth tube, and he waited for Lucy to clamp her legs shut on his face. He wanted to feel those hot loins pressing against him.
"Mmmm," she groaned, pleased with the fine oral treatment in her crotch. She couldn't keep from closing her legs on the logger's head. She wrapped her tender loins on his cheeks, pressed and begged him to keep tonguing her. "Go on," she gasped, "eat it all. Eat me out like a pro. Oh, God, yes, I love that fucking between my legs."
He licked everything in sight, including what he could get of her anus. He pushed her up on her spine, held her legs back against her chest, and went down on the crater between her buttocks. It was no larger than a dime, and he filled it up immediately with his hot wet tongue. Oh, God, yes," she cried out, "that's it. You have my asshole with your tongue. That's perfect." She spread her legs out and tried to roll over so that he could get even more of his meaty mouth organ into place. "Come on," she said, pulling his hands off her hips, "let me turn over so you can really do me up right."
The logger released his grip on her pelvis. She rolled over. He kissed the backs of her legs, and rubbed his hands up between her long slender loins. His hands went automatically into her cunt, spreading her pussy lips and feeling her up. Her tube was as sweet and slippery as ever, only now there was more juice. Now that he was getting some action going in her anal crotch there was that much more heat in her feverish hole.
"O.k.," he said, "here you go. Just the thing you need." He leaned between her fanny cheeks and pressed his mouth muscle up and down the long slender groove. His hands went to work on her buttocks, holding them open and rubbing them. They were soft, full globes, the kind of flesh that, were it not attached, could be eaten raw. He wiped his tongue in her butt crack. He brushed the slot with his greasy mouth organ, giving her the kind of long wet feel that he knew she would love. And when he arrived at her anus, he didn't hesitate to fill it with tongue meat. He plugged her fanny hole with all of his mouth organ. Her legs squeezed up and back on his face, sucking his tongue down inside her shit tube.
"Ohhhhh, keeeerist!" she wailed. "You got to give me more than that! You got to get that tongue of yours in deeper."
"Nope," said the logger firmly, "but I can get something else in there deeper. You just wait." He lifted his face from her ass crotch and wiped off his lips and chin with the back of his wrist. Then he lay down with his prick in her saliva filled groove. He rubbed up and down between the walls of the buttocks, in the buttock canyon, and prepared his pecker for the descent in her tube. He made sure there was enough juice on the head of his meat, and enough lubrication in the hole he would enter, by rubbing his fingers and his cock in her plentifully oozing cunt juice. He spread the slippery fluid in her ass crack, and with one finger coated with the stuff, he pushed down into her anus.
"Ooooh," she moaned, "that's gonna be fine. That's gonna be so fucking fine." She rolled her hips and shivered with anticipation. "Come on," she begged, "get your cock in. You can get that meat in now. I know you can."
The logger smiled: "I know I can too." He wet down the head of his spear one last time and then he propped his phallus at the crater. "Get ready," he said, holding the cocked position. "I'm going to dump this meat in now."
"Believe me," moaned Lucy Pines, "I'm ready. Give it to me."
He lunged forward. His expanded red cock head squeezed through the anal muscle gate, into the tube, and descended, in one long thrust, the entire length of Lucy's slender shit tube.
"Ooooooh, fuck!" she moaned. "It's so fucking big!"
"Yeah," grunted the logger, grinding down with his weight on her butt cheeks, "and you love it, eh"
"Oooooh, shit," she moaned, "I think it's...." Lucy didn't have the breath to tell Paul Jackson that his pecker was too large for her. He knocked the wind out of her with his powerful stroking action. His jack hammer butt went into high gear before she could bleat or bellyache about the stout prick in her bunghole. He was jamming her so full of the hot cock that she could only gasp in agony-ecstasy. She felt her bowels get ripped open and torn with the incredible twisting fuck-stick ramming in her cunt. "Oooooh," she yelled, her plaintive cries going no further than the cabin walls. "Ooooh, please, stop ... it's ... ooooh." He thrust himself against her small buttocks, sending his huge cap and spear even deeper than before. Simultaneously he reached around and grabbed her open pussy with both hands. One long middle digit rammed upwards, into her spread cunt. He jabbed her cunt as vigorously with his finger as he did her asshole with his thick erect penis. "Uuuuhhhh ... ahhhhh ... mmmmmmmm," she sighed, submitting finally to the terrific power of his huge beef. "I can't fucking believe it," she moaned. "It's so fucking large in there. I feel like I'm two pounds heavier because of it."
"Good," said the laconic logger. He kept his might stick rolling in the long tubular muscle. Lucy may have been a teenager, but her shit tube and the muscles surrounding it, were fully developed and flexing. They contracted involuntarily to milk the hot prick, squeezing it, grinding it, rolling it for everything it might give her colon. "Uuuuuh, keeeerist!" she grunted. "It's so fucking large in there. I don't know if...."
The logger bumped her so hard that she went flat, off her hands and knees and down flat on her belly on the floor. He pumped his meat into her buttocks. There was no stopping him now. He was at full speed, in high gear, wailing in her anus. His meaty cock felt like a burning poker as he twisted it in deeper and wider. He rolled her sphincter muscle from side to side every time he jerked his hips. He spread her out like she'd never been spread before. The rape on her ass two days before was nothing compared to this. Now she was getting herself bored out, and all by a long stiff powerhouse rod in her fanny.
"Ahhhhh," she gasped, "I can feel you getting ready to shoot off. I can feel it coming."
"Yeah," he said, "so wiggle that butt of yours." He rubbed her clitoris so that she would be sure to enjoy every minute, every inch, of the hot anal fucking. His cock rode into her butt tube like a long narrow pole, only instead of its being narrow, it was fat and thick and hot. He branded the inside of her ass tube.
"Shit," she moaned, "go ahead and shoot off and get that thing out of me. It's too fucking much now. I just have to ... ahhhhh." He shot off in her. The jism filled her anal cavity. He must have squirted fifteen hot loads of semen into her shit reservoir. She could feel it well up in her guts. She loved it. The come juice softened her. Some of it came up over the rim of her bunghole, pouring out along the logger's shaft and spilling down between her legs. He pulled out his hands and reached up to her titties for the last jamming. He grabbed her nipples and pinched them hard while his jerking spasms in his penis continued to ream her asshole. "Oooooooh," she moaned again, "ahhhhhhh."
Paul yanked his flesh sword out of Lucy's anus. "There you go," he said casually. "A nice little anal piece of ass to make the winter nights a little warmer. "Mmmmm?"
Lucy rolled over. "Let me lick that thing for you," she said, when she once again viewed the jumbo sized meat. "I just got to get down on that hog and suck it some more." She grabbed his slippery beef at the base, where it attached to his body, and she held it like a stiff flesh bat. She probed her mouth with it, and she washed the meat with her tongue. She licked and swabbed the shaft especially, with her tongue scraping off all the juice. She swallowed everything. Then she reached around behind him, grabbed his buttocks and squeezed. Another drop of jism slid down her throat, and she swallowed that one, too.
"O.k.," said the logger, "so far so good. Now you ream out my asshole again, just to prove to me that you meant it."
"What?" asked Lucy Pines. "That I meant it?"
"Just do it," said the logger. "Get in there and lick my asshole clean." She leaned around his fanny and entered his bunghole with her long wet tongue. She licked the buttock walls and the small folds of flesh around his anus. She filled his bunghole with hot mouth muscle, licking and buggering him that way until his hard-on had started up all over again. "You're getting hard again," she observed. "It's getting stiff and...."
"You don't think I'd deprive you of a second fuck, do you?" said the logger with a beet red face. "I mean after all, honey, it's not every day that I get to fuck old Ace Pines' daughter's asshole." He laughed and shoved her down on the floor. "Spread 'em. Lucy. This one's on me."
"But, but...."
He smacked her butt with his open palm. The loud clapping sound filled the room. "Oooooh," she moaned, "don't do that. That's what my father does to me when he's angry. Please don't hit me like that. I'll do anything you want." She spread out her buttocks, grabbed them with her own hands as though preparing for some inspection, and proved to him that she was ready: "Here, look, you just stick your penis in there. That's all. I don't care, anything. Go on. Please, just don't hit me." She waited for him to enter her butt again.
"Listen," said the logger, "haven't you got some grease for this one? Since you're being so nice about it the least I can do is make it easier for you."
"Sure," she said, "in the kitchen." He picked her up by the wrist and she led the way to the kitchen. This time she knew exactly where the oil was. She opened the cupboard and Paul took the bottle down. "Good," he said, "really good. You just lay down and I'll put it in."
"Here?" she said. "On the kitchen floor?"
"Sure," said the logger. "Now lay down."
She lay down and spread her legs. But then she assumed a more comfortable position on her hands and knees, away from the cold floor. "Alright," she said, "I'm ready." He looked down at her open butt, and he thought to himself: yes, I do believe that fresh little asshole of hers is good and ready. Then he poured some of the cooking oil down her ass crack. It ran and slid between her buttocks and drenched the hole between her cheeks. He pushed his finger through the waterfall of oil, sliding some of the fresh lubricant, along with his finger, up her asshole. "Those cheeks of yours," he observed, "are so fine, honey, I could just eat them. Fry 'em and eat 'em." He leaned down, with the oil in one hand, and the cap to the bottle in the other, and kissed her buttocks. "Mmmmm," he said, being careful not to get the grease on his hands or face, "that's a really nice set of buttocks you got there little one. Just right for my hungry meaty dick. So smile, eh?"
The logger set the bottle and cap aside and rubbed his erect meat along the top of her ass crack. Then he plunged into the hole. "Oh, God, again!" wailed Lucy. "It's better with the oil, Paul, Mr. Jackson, but it's still awfully big."
"Just try to enjoy it honey," said Paul. "You won't get a cock this big in your butt every day so you might as well have a good time while you got it." He rubbed his penis back and forth in her asshole tube. She grinded on it, squeezed and rubbed back, and then she felt those tell-tale spasms begin to roll in her butt. At first, however, she couldn't tell if the jerking muscles were her own or the logger's. But finally she knew: it was both of them. He'd started to spray inside her tube at the same time as she herself began to come. "Ooooh," she cried out, "I don't know ... I ahhhh ... it's...." But she couldn't talk. Her sense of ecstasy was so great as the meaty ride in her fanny continued that she couldn't think of what to say. She merely rolled and groveled on the logger's hot meat, praying that her asshole wouldn't burn out before she turned seventeen or eighteen. She loved it that much.
When they were done, Lucy cleaned up the mess from the oil. She licked off the logger's cock, she cleaned his loins, and she rubbed her face between his ass cheeks again. She wiped the mess up off the floor, too, where oil and jism had leaked down into a puddle. At one point, because of the slop on the floor, she fell and went sliding into a cabinet and banged, her knee.
The logger laughed uproariously when he saw the young naked girl's titties bobbing and bouncing as she went slipping around on her ass on the floor of the kitchen. But he became so carried away with his laughter that he too ended up falling on his butt. The two of them slid around on the greasy kitchen floor laughing and tickling each other until finally the logger regained his composure and insisted that Lucy clean up. Which, of course, included another ass ream for his oily buttocks. He, too. provided Lucy with a small massage of her creamy cheeks, just to let her know that he really did appreciate the fine treatment she'd been giving him, and then, once the floor was cleaned, they retreated to the living room.
The fire had gone down somewhat, but the logger stroked it. Soon a fiery blaze colored the room red and filled the cabin with a toasty heat, while outside the rigorous cold surrounded Camp Thunderbird.
Lucy buried her head in Mr. Jackson's strong naked arm. "I like you," she said. "Especially the way you do it with my rear end. I like that." She espied his wet, limp pecker. "It's so soft now," she cooed. Her small hand reached down between his legs. She fondled and examined his dick. "It's so big."
"All the better to fuck you with," said the logger, imitating the Big Bad Wolf. "All the better to screw that luscious fanny of yours, sweetheart." He chuckled and patted her smooth rump. "Yes, indeed."
CHAPTER NINE
"Is it clear?" asked the logger. He stood behind the open cabin door. Lucy stuck her head out and then walked onto the stoop. She pretended to stretch her arms into the brisk morning air. They wanted to be sure that no one saw Mr. Jackson leave because of the obvious implications. "It looks alright," said Lucy. Paul started out, zipping his jacket. "Hold on," she said, "there's somebody coming." She waited. From the outside she appeared merely to be leaning in the frame of the cabin door, to be enjoying the fresh morning air. "O.k.," she said, "it's only J.B."
J.B., a deaf mute, the twenty-two year old man who shoveled coal, ported wood, and cared for the grounds in total silence, carted a wheelbarrow in front of him. Occasionally the metal rig bogged down in the six-inch snow, and he adjusted his grip on the icy handles. Then he moved on, heading for the campers' quarters.
"Go on," said Lucy, "he's gone now. And even if he did see you, he couldn't tell Dad anything."
"Right," said the logger. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and slid out the door. "See you when I can, honey. And thanks." He disappeared around the back of the cabin. A moment later Lucy heard a truck's engine start up and she knew he was on his way. She started to shut the door to the cabin, but out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of J.B., now wheeling an empty wheelbarrow. He waved silently to her.
Something flashed in Lucy's mind. She waved to J.B., motioned him toward the cabin. She didn't have to verbalize the command. J.B. was used to people, especially the Pines, calling him over for this or that chore. He understood some hand language, but he could not speak. He was a handsome young man, despite his handicap. He arrived at the porch with a broad smile on his face. He motioned and winked that he'd seen the logger depart.
"Come in," said Lucy, again giving the quiet grounds a careful look-see. She motioned him into the cabin. "Let's see," she said, shutting the door and throwing the bolt locked. "What was it I wanted you to do for me?" She put a coy finger to her lower lip. "Now what was it?" J.B. looked at her and smiled. He pointed to the fire. "No," said Lucy, "there's plenty of wood." She eyed his crotch. She wondered what the deaf man's penis was like, what he did for sex. She surmised that he must masturbate. After all, how many women would find interest in a partner who could not speak, who could only read lips? She smiled at him. "Maybe I wanted something special?"
J.B. nodded. He waited to be told what to do. He watched the young girl pace the floor. She wore her house coat and nothing else. He liked the look of her small ankles, and he smiled with the notion, though he could not verbalize it, that Lucy had a very pretty young body.
"Well," she said, "I think I want you to do something with my ass."
J.B. stared at her, waiting still for a comprehensible order. He could sweep the floors, he could clear snow from the stoop, he could even drive into town with some message. These things were in his vocabulary. But he could not hear, nor did he immediately understand as Lucy knew so well-the meaning of her wildly flapping lips: "Yes," she said, becoming somewhat hysterical with the notion, "I definitely want you to do something with my ass. You face and my ass. Your hands and my ass. And maybe, J.B.," she said-and he smiled when he recognized his name being said though he could not hear it-"and maybe I'll do something with yours."
Lucy stepped up close to the mute man. He continued to smile. He had clear blue eyes and long blond hair. His shoulders were obviously strong, from the hard work his job as Camp Thunderbird's only real caretaker, and his legs looked hefty and muscular. She reached for his crotch.
At first he backed away. He shook his head. His smile turned to fear, not of the lady, but of what old man Pines would do if he knew. He shook his head and raised a finger to his throat. He made a slashing motion across his neck, as if to indicate the consequences of Lucy's actions should they be found out.
"Don't worry," she said, reaching again. "I won't tell." She enunciated the words clearly. "I-won't-tell." Then she reached for his belt. Reluctantly, at first, he gave in. He watched her hands tour his crotch. She rubbed his pants, at the firming bulge between his legs. "Well," she said, "you do have something nice in there. Don't you?" He backed up but landed in a chair in front of the fireplace, not very far from where the night before Lucy and Paul had begun their love exercise. She slid to her knees between his legs. "This will be very nice, J.B. You just enjoy yourself." She sat him back in the chair by pushing on his chest. He took a long breath and watched her work. She rubbed her open palms between his thighs, one hand for each leg. She kneaded the muscles that bunched up under his trousers. "It's time," she told him clearly, "for me to get a look inside, J.B. You don't mind, do you?"
He shrugged his shoulders. What could he say?
Lucy quickly undid the belt. She slid her hands around the mute's hips. She went inside, between his bare legs, under his underwear, and she came up with a handful of the man's genitals, his balls in one hand, his cock in the other hand between the narrow folds of his ass cheeks, under his rump. She rubbed softly.
"Is that nice?" she asked. "Do you like that, J.B.?" He looked down at her and nodded. He was blushing and smiling. His handicap gave his face only innocent and limited expression. But even though he could not speak he was obviously pleased with the treatment thus far accorded to his groin. "Take my hands," said Lucy. "Go on, take my hands and rub them the way you like." She took his hands and put them on her wrists. "Show me," she said clearly so that he might read her lips, "how you like it."
He nodded and rubbed her hands up and down his naked loins. She followed his guiding grip. She worked her fingers up into the highest folds of his long legs. Then she went on her own again, this time for a suck on his cock. "This ought to put some blood in your veins," she said. Then she plied his meaty dick with her lips. She rubbed her mouth up and down the sides of his shaft. She used her open mouth to lube the man's dick. "Mmmm," she hummed, sending vibrations along the thick meaty rod. "Mmmmmm."
"Uuuuhhh," said the mute. It was his only expression. He would have told her how much he enjoyed the fine sex she was giving him, but he could not. He grunted instead.
"Good," said Lucy, looking up into his face. "That's good that you're having fun." She held his wet phallus in her left fist. She tugged and said, pointing with her other hand, "I'm going to have fun, too. Me, too." She emphasized this for him. He nodded his head.
Lucy returned to rubbing on J.B.'s handsome dick. She supplied him with a good long tongue rub. She caressed every inch of the meat. The fact that he was a mute, that he had little will of his own, these things appealed to her young imagination. In addition, of course, she felt like she was doing him a grand favor, that she was supplying him with some service that he wasn't likely to be getting very often.
Lucy's motives were not all altruistic, however. The fact was that her butt hungered for a good long anal fuck, already, and that she fully expected the mute man to give it to her. She worked his meat with this thought in mind. "Come on," she said, pulling her robe open, "I have to get you good and hot." She showed him her fine long titties, and upright nipples, the chill-covered breast flesh. She took his silent fingers and spread them around the full globes. "Mmmm," she moaned, licking his hand to demonstrate her appreciation. J.B. smiled in ecstasy. He rubbed the soft boobies, pulled on the nipples, and caressed in his own awkward way the full titties. "Mmmmmm," hummed Lucy, "that's just right. That's so right it's funny."
She took his hands away from her titties. His face drew a blank. He reached out for more. She held up a finger and said so that he could read her thick moist lips: "Just a minute." Then she reached under her titties and propped them up into his groin. She pressed one soft breast into one side of his erection, and one into the other side. Her soft tits rubbed around his cock which stood on end against her chest. She pushed the breast flesh against the dick, sandwiched the meaty prong in the space that would normally be called cleavage. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, "I like that." Lucy's face blushed and J.B. reached forward and caressed her forehead. "Nice," said Lucy, rubbing her head against his open palm. "J.B., that's very nice."
Next, she reapplied her tongue to the tip of his meaty dick. She took the mushroom head between her lips and jammed her mouth down over it. She sucked up the meaty tip into her face. She caressed with her tongue, licked the spongy expanded head. "I like to suck," she said, holding his cock away from her for a moment. She inspected it. "Of course," she said, now really talking to herself and not to the deaf young man, "I like some other things better."
She took him by the hand, left behind her house coat and in the nude led him to the rug in front of the fireplace. "Take off your shirt, dummy," she said. "But of course you don't understand me, so I'll have to do it for you." She treated him like a big flesh doll, like some sort of propped up corpse. She could say and do anything she wanted because none of it could be heard and none of it could be communicated to another human being. It would all be 'their secret', their own silent love making.
She undressed him and he continued to smile. At one point he expressed his fear about old man Pines returning, pointed to his wrist the time they had, wanting to know how much of it-and Lucy said not to worry. She had him nude, erect, hot for love-making, and that was all that mattered.
Quietly, she ducked her head down to his nude crotch. She went wetting down his joint again, licking him off. Then she indicated to him that he should roll over. J.B. obeyed her gestures. He showed her his back side. He had smooth, hairless buttocks which Lucy promptly took to rubbing. She spread her palms on his open globes and massaged the two cheeks. "Uuuuuhh," she heard him grunt. But that was all.
She slid one finger down the middle of his ass. She arrived at his bunghole, and just for the fun of it, she poked him hard. He turned around with a hurt look on his face. "O.k., J.B.," she said, "that's all right. No more of that." She patted him on the fanny and told him to relax, that the rest would be all pleasure and no more poking. He seemed to understand the look on her face and lay back down.
Lucy went right to work licking out his asshole. She started, of course, by brushing the long narrow cavern between his cheeks with her tongue. When she'd filled the trough with saliva, coated it evenly, she worked her tongue around in a delicate circle just above the crater.
J.B. rolled his hips in appreciation. He showed her his face so that he could nod to indicate what pleasure he was feeling. "Yes, yes," nodded Lucy, "I know. I like doing it, too." She went back to licking. She darted her tongue directly into his asshole, filling him up with a long wet poke from her slender mouth muscle. She filled him up to the brim with hot wet tongue meat. "Uuuuuuuuuuhhh," he moaned. "Uuuuuuuhhhh."
She continued to eat out his asshole. She liked the feel of it, and she liked the idea that no one would stop her. She could do anything, she felt, and satisfy all of her fantasies about analism with no one to say that it was right, wrong, good, bad, ugly or beautiful. She liked the idea of a silent anal partner, one who would participate, but would not cause her any trouble emotionally.
"O.k.," she said, pulling her face out of his ass, tapping him on the cheeks, "come on and do some for me." She turned around and showed him her asshole. "See mine?" she said. "See this?" She spread her ass cheeks so that the mute could see her asshole. She kept the buttocks pulled apart and gave him a good long view of her lovely iris sphincter. Then she let go of one buttock and pointed to it. "You eat it." She pointed to her tongue, to his tongue, to her asshole. "You eat my asshole." She blushed for having said it aloud. She looked around and laughed. There was no one, just the two of them. She could say anything out loud that she wanted. "Go on, eat it."
He nodded, understanding what she wanted. But he shook his head. He didn't want to stick his tongue in her bunghole.
"If you don't," she said quickly, imitating the throat cutting gesture, "I'll tell my father."
His face turned sour. "See?" she said. "You have to." She bent over and J.B. leaned into the chore of reaming out the young girl's butt. Once he started, however, he seemed to get a great deal of pleasure from it. He wiped her, washed her groove and her anus with his tongue. He used his tongue muscle like a mop, sucking and licking and swabbing. He scrubbed her so hard and vigorously, penetrated her sphincter so well with his long muscular tongue the same tongue that could not form words and speak-that she was soon pumping her cunt back and forth in a writhing passionate motion. "Mmmmm," she wailed, "if only you could hear me and understand what pleasure you're giving me. If only you knew." She waved her butt on his open mouth, jamming more of his hefty tongue into her anus. "Ahhhh," she cried out, "that's so nice, J.B. I love you for this." She was on her hands and knees with his tongue up her butt.
She reached back with one hand, supporting herself and keeping balance with the other, and took one of the deaf-mute's hands. "I want a little stimulating action in here," she said, placing his fumbling fingers in her twat. "Give me a little finger-fuck in my pussy, big boy. Don't be shy. Just shove a finger in there and have some fun." From the way he moved, it seemed that J.B. had never fiddled around inside a woman's pussy. But once he got started, as with the ass licking, he seemed to enjoy it. Unlike speaking and hearing, it was something that came to him naturally. "Uuuuuuhhh," he moaned when he'd had a long feel of her tubular pussy and asshole. "Uuuuuuhhh."
He pulled his hand out of her cunt. "Uuuuuuhhh," he grunted. Lucy turned around. "What is it?" He pointed to his meaty dick. It was erect, very nearly twitching. "You want something with your dick, J.B.?" He pointed to her mouth, took her by the back of the head. "Oh, yeah, I get it, you want some more suck." She leaned down with his guiding hands and shoved his penis into her mouth. She licked at it and then stood up out of his crotch. "O.k.," she said, "it's time for the real action."
She arranged herself on all fours and brought him up behind her. She placed his pecker on the groove between her ass cheeks. She thought that he had the idea, but his phallus fell out of her crack. "No, now," she said, turning around, "you have to get it into me, or it won't be any good." He seemed to understand. "Uuuuuuuhhh," he grunted. He nodded his head and motioned for her to go on her hands and knees again. She did so, and this time he placed himself at the entrance to her shit tube.
"Good," she said, nodding her head and hoping that he would see. "Good." She felt the spongy mushroom head squeeze through her flesh portal, into her shit tube. "Uuuuuuhh," she moaned. "Mmmmm, J.B., that's it." Of course, he could not hear her encouraging words. But he could feel the slender muscle and circle of flesh in Lucy's tight ass grip and roll his fuck-stick. "Mmmmm," she groaned, bearing down. "Nice."
In an effort to suck more cock into her ass-hole, Lucy backed up. Her buttocks soon pressed against J.B.'s hot groin. More of the meat penetrated her asshole. "Oh, keeerist," she wailed, "now that's what I call a good long ass fucking meat!" She used her silent partner's inability to hear to give her the chance to yell and holler as she pleased. She rubbed her tube against his cock, spread her sphincter as best she could-by reaching back and tugging her cheeks wide open-and enjoyed one of the best anal fucks she'd ever had. "Ahhhhhhhh," she moaned softly as her orgasm started up, "nice. Very, very nice."
The gush flowed from her cunt. Heavy clit-juice eased out of her pussy. It dripped along the inside of her nubile thighs. She shuddered from the climactic chills running up her spine and around her neck. Her breasts shook with the sensual fever that only orgasm affords a young woman. "Oh, God, yes," she hollered. "I love it."
J.B. heard none of this. He kept his rod inside the rolling tube, within the confines of the squeezing anus muscles, and rubbed. The loving treatment from Lucy's ass was the first of its sort for him. He couldn't understand quite why she wanted it in that hole rather than up front, but it didn't much matter to him, just so long as he got a little pleasure, too.
Suddenly, Lucy's climax ended, she began to pull on his stick. "That was nice," she said crawling forward, away from him. But for the mute, the fuck was still in progress. He was far from gratified, and he saw no reason to release the anus from around his dick. He grabbed Lucy tightly around the waist and moaned: "Uuuuuhh." She swiveled her head in fear. He was grinding down hard, deep in her already satisfied asshole. Anything more would turn from pleasure to pain. But there seemed to be no way to communicate to J.B. that he must now stop., After all, there really wasn't any reason for him to cease his terrific plunging anyhow. He had yet to squirt off his terrific load of jism.
Lucy struggled forward. But the more she attempted to crawl away, the more that J.B. climbed down her asshole. He shoved hard, gripped her neck, squeezed and forced her face down against the floor. It wasn't that he wanted to hurt her, just that he wanted to finish out the fuck in her butt. Her rump pressed against his groin, gave him so much pleasure, that he needed to finish off that way. He held her tightly enough that she could not get free from his strong grip. Finally, he began to plunge his flesh sword deeper and deeper with all the strength he could manage.
"Oh, God, no, stop" wailed Lucy. "You can't go on like that. It's too fucking much meat, honey. You have to stop." Like the other men before him, men who could hear and speak and understand every word, J.B. had no intentions of stopping now. It would have been pointless. He felt his surging jism build up in his balls, prepare to exit via his thick penis, and he wanted to make sure that it was as pleasurable for him as it had been for Lucy. "Uuuuuhhhh," grunted J.B. "Uuuuuuuuuuhhh."
"Please," moaned Lucy. "Can't you just wait a second or two? Just give me room to breathe." Her face was flat on the cabin floor. Her butt end protruded upwards into J.B.'s crotch. She had so much meat in her ass that any move she made gave her even more of an ache in her ass tube. "Ooooh, honey, please...."
But it was useless. Suddenly, she felt the full load of jism flying into her shit cavity. She could feel her anal track fill with hot come. "Oh, yes, nice," she submitted. "That's much better."
J.B.'s grip softened. He let her come up for air. He released his hold around her waist for the final squirts from his dick in her butt. Her fanny flapped loosely around his dick. She was soft and filled with his quiet cream now. He yanked his dick from her rump. She turned around and saw him leaning back against the chair. He rested his head on one leg of it. He nodded and blinked a couple of times to show his appreciation.
"Well," said Lucy, scratching her used ass, "that certainly turned out well for both of us, didn't it?"
He nodded.
She went over to him and looked at his hog. "I'll give you a little clean-up lick and then you can go back to work. O.k.?" He smiled as if he could clearly understand. She leaned down and sucked his mushroom-headed cock. She licked it entirely clean so that there was no come, no juice left on the head or the shaft. As for his groin, figured Lucy, he would have to fend for himself. She pulled her face out of his crotch and smiled. She patted J.B.'s sex muscle and stood up. He lifted one lazy hand and stroked her neat calf. Then he reached up inside her loins and rubbed lightly with a big grin on his face.
"Yes," said Lucy, "it was nice for me, too." Lucy retrieved her house coat and slid into it. She tied the robe closed. "It's time for you to go out there and go back to work," she told him. "You have chores to tend to."
J.B. looked up as if he didn't understand.
"Don't forget about my Daddy," said Lucy. She ran her hand across her throat and pointed to her watch. "Da-dy," she said so that he might read her lips. She pointed to her chest, indicated herself. "My Daddy's coming home."
J.B. nodded. He stood up and pulled on his trousers and shirt. Then he looked around for his jacket. Lucy found it for him and helped him put it on. He smiled at her again and then went to the door. She watched him pull the bolt up, open the cabin. He turned around and winked at her. She smiled back. "Mmmmmm," she moaned.
He didn't hear it, but he understood and gave her a warm, cheerful smile. Then he went outside and picked up his empty wheelbarrow. He pushed it quietly across the frozen grounds of Camp Thunderbird.
CHAPTER TEN
Maybe it was the way she smiled, or perhaps it was a new swing in her walk. But somehow, someway, old man Pines knew that Lucy was up to something. He'd yet to land any concrete evidence, something that could pin her with the guilt he wanted her to suffer. But that didn't really matter. He could fish around, and maybe, just maybe, he would come up with something. And if he did, you could be sure he'd let Lucy know. With his leather strap.
He'd arrived back at Camp Thunderbird in good humor a day later than expected. He drove down in front of the cabin and just waited. Sooner or later, he figured, his daughter would make a mistake. And maybe not that day. Maybe she'd just come out on the stoop and be surprised that he was back.
And sure enough, that's what happened. In fact, though, Lucy had heard the car pull up. She watched from the window, and when she saw that her father was getting out, she went outside to meet him. "I see the way you're looking," he said, getting out with some difficulty, "that you been up to something. So just fess up and let me know right now."
"Oh, Daddy," she calmed him, "don't be such a worry wart."
It was this new confidence, more than anything, that set Pines on his daughter's trail. He knew by that ring in her young voice that she was hiding something. He'd have to wait, he also knew, to find out what exactly had been going on in the past week or so.
That night Lucy prepared for bed in her usual manner. She inspected herself in the mirror and felt the old longing for something carnal. She knew she couldn't contain her desires for long. It had been two days since her last anal fuck, and that had been with J.B., a quickie, satisfying, seeming now to be years ago. She looked at her long nude body and wondered what man would next plunge his sexy sword into her ass crotch. She could feel the juice in her pussy leak. Just the thought of a penis in her asshole made her horny. But she went to bed without much more thought on the matter.
That night Lucy slept fitfully. She tossed and turned, waking up to hear her father dragging his lame foot back and forth on the roughshod floor below. When she woke in the morning she recalled a brief dream: Her mother was on the couch in the house they used to own in the city. She was bare-assed and frolicsome. Her legs were spread, one even dangled over the cushions of the couch, touching the floor. Her toes were buried in deep rich carpeting. She stroked her mother's arm, and her father entered the room. His leg was not injured, and he was strong and virile. He came up to her and said, "Lucy, you must go to town now." She left obediently, but rather than go to town, she snuck around to the window of the house. She peered in and watched her father stuff his huge organ into her mother's butt. She lay on the couch motionless. Lucy knew that she was dead.
That was the dream, and it left her somewhat emotionally uneasy. She served the breakfast line of Thunderbird campers with little or no interest. She was unusually short with the boys, shoving their platters of food at them as though she were merely hired help, a servant. She resented her role as slave to Thunderbird, worker for her father, rape victim for counselors. She longed to be taken by a man of her choosing, like Carter the supplier, or Jackson the logger, or even by J.B., the caretaker. At least those were men for whom she performed her anal service willingly.
When breakfast was over, and as it was her duty, she helped clear dishes and trays. The garbage from a hundred young campers was enough to turn her stomach. That, and of course the dream, combined to make the morning drudgery even worse than usual. But in the kitchen, when she dumped her last pile of plates at the dishwashing machine, she saw a man that she knew she wanted, one that she hoped would feel about her as she knew instantly she felt about him.
He was the cook for Camp Thunderbird, a tall, burly sort of fellow, with a reddish beard and an open shirt that revealed curly black hair on his chest. He wore a blue bandana around his neck and a beret. He had glasses on but they didn't hide his deep set dark eyes. She'd seen the cook a thousand times before, but suddenly he seemed different. Perhaps it was the change in herself, the fact that she wanted someone special, or just someone to call her own. Whatever the reason, when her father left the dining hall to tend to some camp business, she approached the cook.
"Breakfast was very good this morning," she said in her best teenage voice.
"Oh, yeah," said the cook, scraping grease from the griddle. "You liked that?"
"I heard the kids talking-they said they liked it a lot." She smiled and waited for him to look up. She wondered if her aggressiveness had put him off. "I hope you don't mind-"
"I don't get paid to mind anything, Miss Pines. I'm just the cook." He shoveled the grease into a corner of the griddle and lay down the scraper. "That's it until lunch," he said, moving past her without a word.
"Say," she said, jogging after him, "where do you go between meals?"
"What's it to you?" he said over his shoulder. He undid his apron and hung it on a nail at the doorway. "You have something you need cooked between meals?"
"You might say that," she admitted bluntly.
"I go for walks," said the cook. He turned and started into the hall, on his way.
"Mind if I go with you?" she asked, catching up to him outside.
He turned and looked down into her cool blue eyes. He stroked her silky blonde mane. "No," he said softly. "I don't mind. But your father might."
"I'll meet you. In the woods up from my father's cabin. It'll be nice ... it'll be...."
He said he'd meet her and left. Lucy raced to the cabin and retrieved a blanket. She was careful not to be seen circling the cabin and trudging up the snow-covered hillside. Soon she was out of sight from the grounds below. Her long young legs carried her quickly up the hill, between the thickly populated woods. Breathless, she arrived near the top in a clearing surrounded by dense evergreens. She passed into the circle of barren ground and a hand grabbed her by the arm. "Here I am." It was the cook.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "you frightened me.
"You frightened me," he said, letting go of her arm. "You brought a blanket I see." She spread it out on a patch of dry twigs and earth. "How did I frighten you?" she asked softly, undoing her pants. "Don't you like it when women tell you they want you?"
"Sometimes," said the cook, "it makes me nervous. I don't know why-understand why they want me." He kneeled next to her.
"You better hurry," she said. "We haven't got all that much time." She slid out of her pants. Her blonde legs looked pink compared to the snow around the blanket. She slid out of her parka and blouse. She wore only her socks. "Don't you want me?" she asked. "I want you."
The cook stared at her lovely pendular titties. They hung down, almost like cylinders. The nipples were brown caps. In the center of the brown caps were long, rose-colored tips. "You have nice tits," he said coolly.
"Thank you," she said. "Don't you want to feel them? Touch them?" She stuck out her chest.
"Of course I do," he said.
"Well, come on," she persisted. "We haven't got all day, you know." She reached up and tugged on his belt. "Sit down next to me here. I'll get things started since you're so shy." She unzipped his ski-jacket and reached around behind him to remove it. Her nipples and a portion of the tops of her breasts brushed against his shirt. He could feel the soft flesh, even through his winter clothes. They felt like jello bags. She started on his buttons. "You'd think you were helpless the way you just sit there. I'm not going to bite you."
"How do I know that?" he asked with a smile. "Maybe you're a mad-killer woman out to eat up all the flesh you can get your hands teeth, I mean-on. Maybe you live by sucking the blood from men you seduce and abandon." She was flattered with the power he attributed to her, but she was disturbed slightly by the image that went with it. "Maybe," he began again, but she didn't let him finish. She pulled his shirt off. "Maybe," said Lucy, "you should concentrate on the real me instead of all that other stuff." She pressed her long nude body against his. They were the only warmth on the hillside. Her titties pressed against his chest, rubbed in the dense curly hair on his torso. "I want you to take your pants off," she said.
"You do it, please?" he said softly. "At least the belt?" She smiled and undid his belt. She reached her cold hands into his crotch and found his pecker. Even though her hands chilled him for a moment, he permitted her to continue because of the way she rubbed his meat. Soon, he knew, they would both be very warm. She slid one hand under his balls and onto his fanny. The other tugged gently on his meat. "Mmmm," he said, "that's nice."
"As hot as your griddle?" she asked, her young eyes flashing. He didn't answer. He merely stood up and kept looking at her young soft flesh, at her nubile legs. She sat with them folded partially under her, one out a little more than the other. She looked like a snow-bunny, a naked pink body in the middle of nothingness. He took off his pants while he watched her look gently into his eyes. He sat back down.
"You have a nice prick," she said, reaching out and grabbing it in her hand. "Do you mind?"
He smiled and shook his head. How could he mind? She applied her other hand, rubbed his meat. He'd feared the cold, but now, with Lucy's soft palms rubbing on his stem, he didn't fear anything. "That's nice," he told her. "I like that."
"You just be patient," she said, "and you'll have a lot of nice things from me." He looked at her titties as they shook a little at a time while she rubbed his cock. The nipples fascinated him. "Do you mind?" he said, reaching out and palming one breast from underneath.
"I like it," she said. "I like it a lot." She didn't lose her rhythm on his cock. She rubbed her palms back and forth on the stem as though she were rolling a vertical piece of dough. The cook fondled her titty, especially the nipple. With some distance in his eyes, he rubbed the cap with his thumb. Then he squeezed the whole breast. "You have great tits," he said. "I can't get over how nice your breasts are."
"Thank you," said Lucy, appreciating his gentle approach. "I like your prick, too." She leaned down and he let go of her titty. She gobbled up the top of his cock. The mushroom head disappeared inside her face. Her lips spread out around the shaft, cupped it with some small smooth suction. Her head bobbed in his lap, slipping up and down on his joint, inching on and off the mushroom head. He wondered if her saliva might freeze there if she stopped. It was cold everywhere except where she touched him.
Lucy hummed on the fuck-stick. Then she looked up, using just her rubbing hand to keep the pecker hard and warm in the cold air. "I like special things," she said. "I like things that not everybody does. Do you like special things?" She tilted her head. Her blonde mane shined in the morning sunlight.
"I think I do," said the cook. "What kind of special things?" She smiled and let go of his cock. She pressed her palms to his hips and pulled on her pelvis. "Come on," she said. "Roll over and I'll show you." He looked incredulously at her, but then he turned and gave her access to his backside. "You don't have to be on your hands and knees if you don't want to," she said. He lay down on his side. She approached his naked butt sideways, leaning down and laying her head on her arm. She was level with the crack in his ass. "This is even nicer," she said. She kissed one of his buttocks. "That tickles," said the cook. She asked him: "What about this?" She splayed her tongue down the groove between his ass cheeks. When she arrived at his anus, she pushed him over on his belly. She climbed up between the backs of his legs and bowed down to his asshole. She pressed her tongue up through the sphincter. Her drilling mouth muscle filled his asshole with a hot, wet juicy feeling. He rolled his hips up, involuntarily pressing his bunghole into her mouth. "That's nice," he said at long last. "That's very, very nice."
Lucy sucked his bunghole. She filled the small crater, the tight sphincter, and a portion of the tube with her tongue. She kissed her way in and out of the rear exit of his body. She kissed the inside folds of his ass cheeks, the long narrow groove between them, and then the base of his spine. Her titties rubbed at the backs of his legs. His butt was the only thing that felt warm on that cold, snow-covered hillside clearing. "You know your stuff, I guess," he said.
"Yeah, well, if you get any more enthusiastic," she said, "I'll get up and die."
"Sorry," said the cook, "I didn't mean to be unkind."
"That's o.k.," she whispered. "Now me." She climbed over his body, rubbing her nubile teenager flesh against his long, muscular, hairy body. She landed next to him on her belly. "Come on," she said, "you can lick my ass, too. Don't you think I'm cold, too?" He worked down to her butt and splayed his tongue across one smooth white cheek. He licked the other one, too, in the same fashion. Then he sloshed his mouth muscle down the length of her ass crack and landed neatly in the confines of her sphincter muscle. He stuffed his mouth organ down deep and felt Lucy squirm on his tongue. She rolled from side to side, like a big pink flesh snake, squirming with his tongue up her butt. His tongue was one long muscle, beginning in his mouth and ending somewhere in Lucy's comely flesh. Though it entered in her asshole, he wasn't sure where it ended. She writhed in ecstasy: "Oh, God damn, this is good!" She squirmed up onto her hands and knees. He followed her up and reached forward, under her body where he cupped her hanging knockers. He rubbed them with his long fingers while his tongue drilled her asshole. The sphincter tasted all right, he thought, not at all foul as he'd expected. He didn't mind her wiggling and squirming, either, and he could feel his body blushing, growing feverish. "Shit," she cried out in a muffled voice, "this is going to be awfully fucking good."
"You know," said the cook, taking a breather, "for a kid you sure have an active vocabulary."
"I love sex," she explained. "That's all." She looked back over her shoulder and smiled. "Why don't you use your penis now? That's what I really want?" She didn't wait for him to answer, but she hung her head between her arms as though he could do any damn thing with her luscious young body that he wanted. So he lifted his cock and rested it between the flesh loaves. Placing it was no problem, but keeping it there required a careful stroking action. He could only rock so far back without dropping out of the anal holster, and he could only go so far forward because of their basic anatomy. He settled for an inch by inch rub of his meaty joint.
"O.k.," he said finally, "I think it's good enough now. I mean hard enough." She said nothing. He looked down at the tip of his cock, and noting how dry it was, dipped a finger under her, into her pussy. There he found enough lubricant to fuck just about anything. He spread it on his cock, and into her asshole, and just about everywhere that might be involved in the anal intercourse. "O.k.," he said again, "get yourself open, honey. It'll make it that much easier."
Lucy reached back and peeled her cheeks to the sides. The cook leaned down for a look inside. The sphincter was about the size of a bottle top. He had no idea how he might fit his huge flesh sword into it, but he began with a fingering. "I just want to see how it feels." He jammed his index finger into the tight space. He went deliberately hard-why he wasn't sure-and she accepted his bony digit with an appropriate cursing: "You fucking prick! Not so hard at first!" He quickly jerked his finger out of the ass tube. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't realize." Then he understood what fun he was going to have plowing the teenager's hungry hole. It was a tight space, one from which, once he'd penetrated it, his cock would derive great pleasure. The very essence of the anal fuck, he observed to himself, was the tight narrow tube wrapped securely around a thick hot penis. "Ahhhhh," he said, even before entering. "Now I understand." He lifted his joint and hammered the head into the sphincter.
"Ooooh, God you're big!" she cringed. "Do you think-?"
"Nope," he said. "Never." He thrust forward with his hips for leverage and force. His head squeezed past the tight sphincter and expanded inside the tube itself. His flesh arrow head now moved smoothly down the length of her shit tube. He had the tight sphincter gripping his stem, holding onto the thick shaft. "Uuuuuuuuuhhhh," cried Lucy, "it's so fucking gigantic. I didn't realize." She wailed with her head bowed to the ground in front of her. "It's so fucking big!" He continued the descent into her bowels, filling her rump with all of his meat. He ceased pushing when his groin was flush with her buttocks, when the base of his meat had exploded the sphincter. He was in up to his neck. "Ahhhhhh," she moaned softly, trying to keep from mentioning the pain she was feeling. She wanted his anal fuck in her butt to be good, and she didn't want to ask him to get out because he was too big. "I like that," she told him. It was true, but it also hurt her.
"I like it too," said the cook with a new exuberance in his voice. "I like this a lot." He patted her butt, and then went back to squeezing her titties and tugging on her nipples. "Mmmmmmm," she hummed, "this is getting better and better all the time." The cook noticed that he didn't feel anywhere near so cold as before, at least not while he had his pecker buried to the hilt in her rump with her titties in his hands. "I like this," he said. "Never did it before."
"You wouldn't know it," said Lucy. "You do it like you really are an experienced ass fucker." It was an effort for her to speak. The pressure in her butt was explosive, stretching her out in ways she'd never expected possible. "Rub my cunt, please?"
He reached down to her twat. There he jammed a finger in. It was wet and slippery inside her pussy hole, like a hot spring in the middle of tundra. His finger rolled against her clitoris. There was familiar territory, a piece of flesh he knew well. He teased the thing upwards, brought it quickly to life with his digit. He rubbed back and forth across the friendly piece of twat-penis, and then he added a second finger to the sexual manipulation of Lucy's front hole.
"Oooh, shit," she cried, "this is getting to be so good. I don't know how long I can last." She rolled her smooth hips, her pecker-filled butt, and reached down under her crotch to take a quick feel of his nuts. She grabbed lightly and tugged on the scrotum and the rocks within. "Nice," he told her. "That's really nice."
She let go of his nuts and went for his hand in her twat. She showed him just exactly how she liked it to feel in her cunt. She pushed his finger in at just the right angle, at the exactly right place. "I'll come in a minute," she said. "This is the way it should be." She jerked her hips and moaned: "Oh, yes, God, please!" He felt the gush fill his palm. He continued to rub her through the throes of ecstasy, and she waved her ass on his meat, as though there were no tomorrow. She shook violently back and forth, as if to say, "I'm going to wag that meat right on up my shit tube. I'm gonna have so much of it for me that I'll never need another cock again." She jammed up into his crotch, pushing into his beef, trying to get it all at once.
"Oooh," groaned the cook, "that's too good!" His penis twitched in the tubular anal muscle. Jism rolled down the shit hole, into the anal reservoir. He jabbed with his groin, pushed and shoved, and Lucy wailed softly that she enjoyed the fuck, that she loved the prick in her butt, that she wanted such love-making in her ass to last forever. When he'd finished with his orgasm and he felt that she had had enough, he extracted his penis from her fanny.
The bone came out stiff, covered with slime, ready for licking. Lucy was up to it, too. She jumped around and down on the hog she went, saying as she did: "No sense in letting a good erection get away all together." She sucked off the meaty bone tip, then the mushroom rim, and finally she went to work on the shaft, sliding her tongue along that thick wedge of flesh prong. She sucked and nibbled, cleaning the cook's cock the way he cleaned his griddle. She slid her tongue back and forth. At the end she ducked down under him and came up in his asshole for a final anal clean-out. He nearly sat on her face in ecstasy, he was so pleased with the delicious work in his butt. "You know," he said to her as she finished her ass kissing, "I think you are quite a remarkable young lady."
"Thank you," said Lucy. "I had an inspiring cock to work with, though, you know." She smiled and lay down on the blanket.
"Aren't you cold?" asked the cook, picking up his trousers.
"Wait," she said, seeing that he was intending to get dressed, "you can't go yet. We only just got started."
"But I thought...."
She pressed her hand to his meat. "What did you think?" She smiled and rolled her tongue across her thick young lips. "Did you think I wouldn't be able to take more penis in my butt? Did you think I'd let you go away with just a little bit of pleasure?" She leaned down on his hog. After a few quick licks she said: "I want so much of you I don't know what to say."
He looked down into her clear blue eyes and told her that she was doing just fine.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lucy and the cook took separate paths down the hillside. It was best, they knew, that they not be seen together. She! returned the blanket to the cabin and reported to the dining hall. She was just in time for her afternoon chores. Her father scolded her mildly for not being around when he needed her, but for the most part she managed to avert any serious reprimand for her strange disappearance.
That night she slept soundly with little fear or frustration. But the next morning she woke with a start. She could hear voices below, in the main room of the cabin. One was her father's, and he was storming mad. Another she recognized but couldn't place. She felt the same about a second and third voice. They were pleading with her father, the voices were, about some sort of punishment he'd determined for them. She tip-toed to the bedroom door and heard in detail the source of the verbal altercation. Kevin, Andy, and Larry, and possibly George, had been found out. Which meant that she, too, was in for trouble. Her father was shouting at the young men. Apparently, in an effort to blackmail him, the boys had given away their involvement with the assault on Lucy's body. They were in for it now, and it looked like a lot of trouble for Lucy, too. She shut the bedroom door and raced for what few belongings she owned. It was only a matter of time, she quickly determined, before her father would work his way up the stairs with his strap in hand and rage in his heart.
With a small sack of personal belongings, wearing her parka and a pair of corduroy trousers and hiking boots, Lucy slipped out the bedroom window onto the roof of the cabin. She made her way quietly down the back wall of the building where, because of the incline of the hill, the drop was only a few feet. She raced along a short-cut, one that led to the road to town. She had no idea where she would go, nor did she know what she would do. All that mattered was that she escape the severe spanking that she knew would be hers if she stayed at Camp Thunderbird.
She waved her hobo-like satchel at the first car headed for town. At first they raced past her, but then they suddenly skidded on the icy road, pulled over to the side, and a hand reached from the rear window to motion her forward. She ran up alongside the car and leaned breathless to the passenger window. Inside were two teenagers not much older than Lucy, and in the back, a third, slightly older. "You going toward town?" she asked.
"Hop in," said the youth in the backseat. "We're going where you're going." She climbed through the open front door into the backseat of the car. As they picked up speed, the youth in the back said: "And you're going where we're going." He reached his arm around Lucy.
"Hey," she protested, "wait a second, I didn't-"
"Keep driving, Ralph," said the young man in the back seat. "I'm gonna get myself a little action. Right here and now."
"Oh, no, please," she begged, "I can't, I-"
"Fuck if you can't," said the young man. He had curly dark hair and a two day stubble. He wore a dungaree jacket and leather boots, levis and a heavy belt. "You can do anything you set your mind to." He pushed her down on her belly, reached under her pants, pulled them open and down. "Well, well, well," he sighed, "What a nice piece this is gonna be."
Lucy kicked her legs, but in the small space the boy had her trapped. "Please?" she begged. "Won't any of you please help me?"
It was too late. The young man had his trousers down and his cock out. He pressed his crotch against Lucy's ass and wormed his dick into an erection. "We're gonna go to town," he said. "It's gonna be just like the big city." He pressed his joint between her buttocks. It was a narrow groove and perfect for getting him aroused. His meat grew quickly. Lucy looked up to the front seat. Every now and then the boy who drove looked back and the boy in the passenger seat stared constantly. "Get her," he said. "Get her good for me, too, Herb." Herb, the youth in the backseat, pressed his meaty joint up close to Lucy's anus. "Are you gonna go easy," he asked, "or do I have to do a lot of fucking around?"
"You bastards," she moaned. "This is rape. You can't-"
He slammed his open hand across her buttocks. "Shit," she moaned. "Shit, shit, shit!" She was getting the same treatment from Herb as she would have received from her father. She submitted willingly.
"That's better," said Herb. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a tube of some sort of oil. Lucy felt the slippery stuff slide up between her smooth ass cheeks. She didn't bother asking what it was. Herb smiled when he suddenly realized what a precious ass Lucy had. He rubbed the oil and his palms against her buttocks. "It seems to me that I have myself a winner," he sighed, caressing Lucy's cheeks. "I mean this asshole of hers is about as nice and cute as could be." He slapped her buttock in play. "Mmmmm," he hummed, "look at that little jelly role." He shoved one hand under her and stuffed her cunt with his finger. "Nice," he sighed. "She's got a hot box, too. All greasy and everything."
The car swerved off the highway, down some unpaved road. Lucy bounced as they hit frozen and pitted snow gullies and rocks and branches from trees. But the man named Herb kept his finger up her cunt. He rubbed with expertise at her clitoris. He knew, even under the circumstances, just how to get her hot. She felt his finger going back and forth across her clit meat, rubbing, massaging, making sure that she would gush smoothly. She felt his pecker sliding between her greased ass cheeks, too. He was getting her ready for an anal fuck, one that she might not have minded so much if he'd asked for it instead of taking it, one that she would have enjoyed if he hadn't spanked her beforehand.
"O.k.," said Herb, "keep the car going easy. Or stop altogether. I'm going in, and I want to be able to tell the difference between the bumps and the grinds, eh?" He jabbed his pecker head into Lucy's anus muscle. She tried to keep it closed, constricted, but when Herb discovered how tight the hole was he said: "Oh, so you want to play games, eh?" and he jabbed her with his finger. It hurt enough to make her lose strength in her butt. She had to let go. She couldn't keep the anus muscle flexed closed for any longer. "There we are," said Herb, rubbing her thighs and the insides of her long smooth legs. "That's what we like to see."
He lifted his pecker once again. He stuffed the spearhead into and through the sphincter muscle. He penetrated and went for broke, spending his best efforts landing his cock well inside the anal tube. He hit pay dirt. "Ooooh," screeched Lucy, her wails meaningless on the deserted road in the hostile car. "Plleeassseee!"
Herb laughed and bumped his groin against Lucy's full pink ass cheeks. His pubic hairs rubbed against her ass crotch. His dick was buried in the interior flesh of her anus. "You like it like this, honey?" he asked. "Or what?" She squirmed and moaned that he was an asshole, a pig-shit, a fucked up no good junkie most likely. But it did no good. She had to submit. She held onto the place where there's a lighter in some cars, held on so tight that her knuckles turned white. Herb plunged his meat into her tube by bouncing his weighty groin on her ass.
Lucy wanted to reach back and grab him by the balls, to make him hear her side of the rape story. But she didn't dare. She feared for her life, just then, as the flesh sword poked in and out of her butt, and she wondered if she would have to undergo some sort of gang bang just to appease the other younger members of the group.
"Come on," grunted Herb, "spread 'em, baby. I want in all the way." He pushed one leg far from the other, over the side of the back seat so that it touched down on the floor boards. Then he adjusted his angle and popped his load off. "How you like that one, honey? Nice and quick? Eh?" He yanked his rod out of her gushing asshole. Come dripped out over the rim and down between her legs. She wondered if she would ever get back to Camp Thunderbird, there to willingly accept her father's punishment. It looked like a mean circle to be going in, but it might be better than the risks of what lay beyond the confines of the camp. She wondered about these things until she felt Herb rubbing his joint against her thigh. "I thought you were done?" she said.
"Me?" he said. "Don't pay me any mind at all. I'm just getting ready for another one."
"Oh, God," moaned Lucy, but she didn't have much of a chance. Soon Herb rubbed his stiffening meat against her pussy. She could feel his spongy mushroom head jammed up against her cunt. "Is that where you want it?" she said, lifting her body so the stranger's cock would slip in. "In my pussy?"
"No, shithead," said Herb, "I just want it in whatever hole it goes into best." He thrust forward, sending his ass-fucked cock into her twat. She rode him like that, with his cock in her cunt, with him laying on her back and whispering obscenities in her ear, for some time. The driver had chosen not to pull over. She had no idea where she was, and half the time she didn't care. She could only feel the numbing affect of the attack on her twat. Suddenly though, she felt relief. He'd pulled his dick out of her pussy. And just as suddenly, he rammed it back in, this time to her asshole. "Oh, fuck," she hollered, "please give me a break!"
"Uuuuuhhh," grunted Herb. "Maybe later. Right now you give me a fuck." He thrust his meat all the way down her shit hole, filling her right up. "Ahhhh," he sighed, "this is the kind of anus that needs a good long fuck. I'd be surprised if you tried to tell me, young thing, that you never had it up your rump before. Really, I would be." He rolled his joint inside her asshole, her anus stretching out in order to accommodate the thickest portion of his hot member. He was steaming and feverish. The second fuck in Lucy's hot bunghole promised to be even hotter than the first. "This is more like it," wailed the strange man. "I'm getting some nice rubbing action this time." His joint straightened out inside her tube. The natural banana shape turned into steel stiff rod. He poked and jammed and rubbed in her gyrating hips. She didn't have a chance. Her soft cheeks split wide open. His hot cock muscle shoved so hard that she thought she could taste it in her mouth. The head of his meat was buried deep, somewhere strange, in her bowels. She could feel her colon stretching, turning inside out, running amuck with cock meat. "Oh, fuck you, you dirty fucking asshole," she screamed. He pushed her at the neck, jammed her face into the nylon seat cover. She was forced to eat the side of the cushion and fabric. Her buttocks were so painfully spread that the meat in her tube was like a branding iron, a snaking with hot steel. "Uuuuhhh," she grunted. "Pllleeeasssseee, God! Help me!"
"Ho, ho, ho," moaned Herb. "Oh, yeah. That's a good one. Ha, ha, ha." He pounced on her buttocks, rolling and in rhythm with the shaking automobile ride on the iced and dirt road. "Here you go, honey. One more shot of my ever lovin' sperm juice." With that he released his second shot. His missile went banging into her butt bag, killing her practically. But it was relief to have the hot semen loosen up the tube, lubricate the fuck. Jism spilled out over her sphincter muscle and dripped down on the back seat of the car. Herb tugged his satisfied meat out of Lucy's anus. "Mmmm," he said, leaning close to her ear, "wasn't that nice?"
She spit and he reared back with her saliva dripping from his face. He stabbed her with his finger. "Uuuuuhh," she groaned, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm sorrry." He pulled his finger out of her butt. "You boys want yourselves something nice?" asked Herb as he stared down at the hot buttocks between his legs. "Well, help yourself." He climbed off of her and forced her to sit up with her pants still down around her ankles. "Gimmee room," said the young man. "I got to have a little room here to get comfortable." He pulled up his trousers, above his knees. Then he took a piece of cloth of some sort from Lucy's satchel and wiped his prick. "Souvenir?" He held the come rag in her face. She stared forward, tried not to look or react in any way. He laughed and threw the cloth down on the floor of the car.
"Alright," said one of the boys up front, "it's my turn now." The car skidded to a stop. The spot was deserted, surrounded by nothing but snow-covered shrub. In the distance were snow-capped mountain peaks, but nowhere were there signs of civilization. To run would mean certain capture away from the car, or, if they let her go, she would never be able to find her way back.
But when they opened the car door, Lucy made an effort to escape. She started running. But the boy on the passenger seat side tackled her. She'd had her pants half-way up around her waist when she started running. He slid them down all the way now, jumped her butt with his trousered crotch and dry humped her. "She's soft," he yelled back to the boys at the car. "She's got a good ass and she's soft."
He rubbed his muscle against her butt. Then he pulled down his trousers while he held her by the nape of the neck. "You're just gonna get yourself one more little squeeze, sweetheart. And that'll be it. So relax."
She spread her legs and said: "O.k., big shot. Go ahead. Go on and stick your dick in there where your friend put his come already. Come on, jam it up there. I ain't afraid." She sounded like her angry father. "I don't care anymore. Go on, stuff me up really good. I could give a shit."
Startled by her sudden anger and obvious lack of concern for herself, the young man lost his bearings. He held onto her and watched her yell and holler. "What's the matter?" she said. "Not such a big shot anymore? Now that I say go ahead you just gonna shake? Lemmee tell you something," she screeched, "I've had more cock in my ass than you've had cunt in your whole life. And I'm only fifteen. I don't care anymore. If it's not you it'll be some other poor shithead. Go on asshole, why don't you fuck my asshole? You scared now? You don't want it when it's easy? Go on!" She shoved her butt toward his dangling member. "You aren't so hot anymore are you?"
"Oh, yeah?" said the young man. "Well, just spread that out for me, babe, and I'll fill it right up." He applied his meat to the rim of her crater. But he wasn't stiff enough to enter. "Lay flat," he said.
Lucy moaned. "It's no good for me when I lay flat. See? So I like to be on my knees. Stick it in." She turned around. "Here," she said, "I'll make it so you can do it." She picked up his cock and sucked on it. She licked him vigorously and then looked up with a smile. "Now, see, you got what we young girls call a hard-on. You have a nice bone and you can put it in me." She turned around. "Go on."
He looked back at his friends who were laughing at him. He turned his rage on Lucy, picked up the head of his rod and slid it into her well-greased and come-filled asshole. He drilled deep and quickly began to twitch. "Ha, ha, ha," she laughed, "just a little quickie, eh? Can't keep it up?"
The boys at the car laughed too. "She's got your number," they hollered over the ice-desert. "Too bad, Jake. No more fucky-wucky left in that stick? Ha, ha, ha!"
"Don't mind them," said Lucy with a kind word for the man who'd just assaulted her. "Forget they exist. You just rock and roll a bit and have some fun. I like it. That's the truth. I like it up my ass, I just don't like to be forced." She wiggled her butt, and since he was still in her, he got himself a nice feel, even though he'd already shot off. He kept his long pecker buried deep inside her anus, enjoying the contracting muscles of her tube. She was able to tug and milk and squeeze his rod in a way that he'd never before experienced. "You're too fucking much," he told her in real awe. "I never thought I'd meet a girl like you."
"Gimme your hand," she said, reaching back and taking his hand. She pulled him forward and pressed his palm up against her warm titties. "Isn't that better than all this snow? Isn't that nice?"
"Yes," he said, "but...."
"I like it," she repeated. "I like it, but I just don't like to be forced." She rolled her buttocks on his firm erection. She pressed her titties in his warm palms. Her butt reared back, sucking him into her. Her anus gobbled on his long dick. She had muscles he never dreamed could exist. Her sphincter muscle flexed and milked out what remained of his jism. The flow of come in her anal cavity heated her bowels. She relaxed her butt muscle and let him pull out of her when he was prepared to. "Thanks," he ended up saying. "Thanks a lot." She smiled and pulled up her trousers. "I like it. I tell ya, but I just don't like to be forced."
They walked back to the car together. Herb and the driver were laughing and giving the boy named Jake a hard time. "He did fine," said Lucy. "He did a little better than you, even, Herb," said Lucy. It was a lie, but she didn't like the man: "How do you like that one?" She walked passed him and got into the car in the front seat. "Now, if you guys don't mind, I'd like my ride into town."
They looked at each other in amazement. Lucy had won a battle of some sort. She'd lost a lot of ground doing it, but she'd won something: their respect. She sat back and rested while the car headed up off the dirt road and into town. They dropped her a half-mile before the main drag. "Just to be sure," said the driver, "that we don't get arrested or anything silly like that." The car peeled away, leaving young Lucy and her satchel alone on the icy road.
In the car the boys were talking among themselves. "She sure did have a fine ass," said one of them, the driver. "I mean I got a good look from up here and she sure had good buttocks."
"Yeah," said the one named Jake, "but wasn't that weird the way she acted at the end. I never thought I'd rape a cute kid like that and have her thank me afterwards. But you're right about that rump of hers. Cutest I've seen in a long time."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lucy knew for sure why she couldn't resist or report the young men. The police, she suspected, would already be on the alert looking for her. When her father found her missing, she could picture him, he probably called the local officials immediately. So turning the three boys in wouldn't have helped a bit. Besides, she'd been, to tell the truth, a bit horny before they picked her up.
So she didn't bother confusing her life just then. She had to make her way out of the mountains and away from Camp Thunderbird. She wanted to put as much distance as possible between herself and her father. That was her only goal as once again she put her thumb out on the highway. It was sometime before any cars came by, but once the traffic began, she had no trouble getting a ride. And when she found out who was driving, she was ecstatic.
"What are you doing driving around?" she asked as she hopped into the beat up jalopy "How come you're not back cooking at Thunderbird?"
"Well," said the cook from the kitchen at the camp, "I guess you know what happened back there? Your father went pretty berserk when he found out about you and those guys-George and everybody-and then when he found out...." The cook stopped talking. Lucy was sliding her hand along his thigh, rubbing his crotch. When she realized how successful her affectionate rubbing was, she applied her other hand to her driver's groin. She rubbed up and down his legs and into his genitals. He pulled the car over.
"Yes?" she said. "You were saying about the camp?" He pulled her close to him and kissed her young open mouth. She might have been only fifteen, but she knew how to French better than any other woman he'd ever met. He kissed her cheeks and her neck, and he worked his way down and inside her blouse. "I'm glad to see you," he moaned softly. He rubbed his face between her big titties. He'd had no trouble at all getting her parka and blouse open. He wanted to be out of the cold, and the big knockers seemed like a good place to start. He rubbed his bearded face between her smooth titties. She gasped with the fever and chills running around in her belly. She'd been alone on the road for a couple a whole days, and now the human contact of a friendly body against her own overwhelmed her. She opened herself up to his languorous and sensual mouth. She slid her trousers off, her corduroys, and gave him access to her cunt. He went down between her legs and kissed her open pussy. He filled her succulent hole with hot tongue meat. Then he rubbed her legs and arranged her so that he could get a hold on her ass. "I want to feel that cherry butt of yours."
"It's not so cherry, I'm afraid." she told him.
"As far as I'm concerned," said the cook, taking off his beret, "it's in mint condition." She turned around for him and he kissed her sweet buttocks. She was glad that at a gas station earlier she'd washed herself. She was especially glad that the cook knew exactly how to make her happy. He went licking and sucking between her ass cheeks, jamming his tongue up her asshole. "It's sweet," he told her. She'd showered, too, since the rape, and she'd been sure to clean herself well. It was paying off. She rolled her butt in his face and let him use his tongue all he wanted. She loved the feel of that magic flesh muscle rolling down inside her butt tube. "By the way," she asked, moaning between words, "where are you headed?"
He took a quick breather. "Well, since I was fired from the camp, I guess I'll look for work in one of the big cities." Then he landed his tongue against her smooth buttock for a long lick. He played his mouth muscle all over her pink cheeks. She had a delectable set of buttocks, as smooth as her long, soft titties. The crater was pink, like her nipple tips, and the tube was long and slender. The cook was imagining what it was going to be like to stick his long fuck rod up that perfect tube. "You know," he said, "I think you're wet enough for a quick fuck up the anus already."
"I know I am," she retorted. "But it's awful small space in here." They took to the side of the road. He spread out his blanket, this time, and she leaned down on all fours. They were nude on the blanket, and surrounded by snow. Up above and out of sight cars roared by. But down below, off the side of the road, it was relatively peaceful. The cook lifted his cock up to the edge of Lucy's sweet young ass. "It's so soft," he gasped. Then he rubbed and rocked in the cradle of her cheeks. He used the canyon to stimulate the underside of his joint. Then he had her turn around and he rubbed his cock along her smooth thighs. Finally, she lay on her belly and he sat down on her face, squatted over her mouth. She rolled her tongue across the crater in his butt. She licked the circle and entered the tip of her tongue into his sphincter muscle. He sat closer to her mouth, took more of her tongue for his anal pleasure. He leaned down on her titties, his palms open, and massaged them. "Mmmm," she hummed up his butt tube, "I love it."
He crawled down along her belly. She could suck or lick his dick or his balls or his anus. And he had access, by pulling up her legs, to Lucy's pussy and the backs of her thighs, not to mention her sweet ass cheeks and the bunghole itself. They both took advantage of the flesh opportunities. Soon they were wet and feverish, despite the cold around them.
"You know," said Lucy, "when a man just asks me I feel so much better!" The cook smiled. "I'm asking." She winked and showed him her butt. He stuck the head of his mushroom meat into the opening of her tube. He squeezed the thickest, spongy part of his cock through the tight space, into the anal cavity. "Mmmm," she hummed, "I love it." She reached back and opened her cheeks for him, spread herself. He plunged in deep. "Ahhhh," groaned Lucy, "now you're talking." She waved her hips and his cock muscle felt the tight tubular muscles of her butt begin to knead his meat. She tightened her iris sphincter muscle, too, squeezing and milking his rod with all the strength she had left. He jammed and rolled his cock so that the thickest portion of the base would stimulate her rear end the most. And in the meantime, as per her guiding hands and their directions, he placed a finger in her twat. He found her clit and rubbed it, spreading clit juice between her young tender thighs. Up and down her loins he rubbed the sweet ooze. "Ooh," she sighed, "that's soooo nice!"
Every now and then Lucy jerked her hips. The sudden activity contrasted sharply with the otherwise gentle swaying. It gave him chills that began in the tip of his cock, inside her anus, and ran up his rod to his nut nest. He could feel her squeezing buttocks pressing on the sides of his thick flesh prong. "If you rub me," she said, "it feels good." He used his one free hand to rub her titties. "No," she said, "that's nice, but I mean if you rub your dick in and out of my asshole. That feels nice." He began rocking his hips and this pulled and pushed his joint along the tubular space of her anal cavity. "Ohhhh," she sighed, "that's it." She rocked and blushed in her cheeks with every new stroke to her anus. "I love it," she gasped, "I absolutely love it."
So the cook held a breast in one hand, and he fondled the nipples and squeezed the pendular titty. And he held her clitoris between the fingers of his other hand. He rubbed the galvanized piece of clitoral flesh, gave Lucy a special twat thrill. And in, her anus, he rubbed his long thick wedge of pecker muscle. There was no way that she would not soon climax. He jammed especially hard, every now and then, just to be sure she appreciated how stiff and fat his jack hammer phallus was. And she moaned to him: "Ahhhh, that's the way I like it, honey. I like it like that."
Soon he felt the head of his cock become so hot, so sensitive, that he thought he would explode. His giant TNT prick rammed that greased anal cavity like a thundering bird. He pounded and hammered in and out of the butt cavity. Soon he was moving so fast in her asshole that it was no different than fucking a cunt. Except, of course, that the tight sphincter muscle and long anal track both supplied an exceptionally tight fit for his greased beef. "Uuuuuh ... ahhhhh ... oooooh," he sighed as his ecstasy mounted. "This is going to be the best yet."
"I know," cried Lucy, "this is getting so hot. I can't believe I didn't come...." Just then a shiver and a spasm passed over her rear end. Sexual chills climbed her spine, coiled around her neck. She trembled. The cook palmed her cunt and let the slippery ooze from her gushing twat slide into his hand. Every now and then he transported the clit juice from Lucy's pussy to the portion of his hot rod that was not deep in her bowels. Thus, with the ooze from his orgasm, he lubricated the continuing fuck in her butt. And Lucy continued to wail in total ecstasy: "Ooooh, God, fuck! I love that meat up my asshole, honey! It's so fine!"
The cook readied himself for his own orgasm. He sensed the buildup of jism in his balls. His cock felt like a tight firecracker with a lit fuse. At any minute he would bang the inside of Lucy's ass-crotch and jet-propel her all the way through climax. His rocket flesh suddenly blasted out. He drilled harder, faster, and jism streamed from his throbbing prick. The jet spray flooded the canal in her rump. Her fanny bounced in rhythm with his repeating, phallic cadence. He pumped her bunghole for every twitch in his mushroom cap. Each shot of jism landed deeper in Lucy's bowels than the one before. "Oooooooh," she groaned. "Never stop. Rub your meat in my asshole and never stop. Ooooh."
He continued to ejaculate in her ass-crotch. It seemed to the loving couple that the orgasm would last forever. His steaming fuck-stick thickened with every pulse, and Lucy's perfect iris sphincter milked more and more hot juice out of his long stem. The cap sizzled inside her anal cavity, and the cream pudding gratified her tremendous anal desires.
When it was over, the cook lay still for a moment with his jumbo erection buried deep in Lucy's anus. He saw no pressing reason to extract his galvanized rod from the perfect flesh hole. Muscles within her butt continued to massage his joint, rubbing and tugging it for the outside chance that there might be yet another drop of ooze, yet another shot of hot jism with which to flood her bunghole. The buggering, calculated Lucy, might go on for a week. She could stand it, she would love it. The thought of a hot juicy beef keeping her plugged for seven days and seven nights excited her, stimulated her imagination. She considered how it would be to take a cast of the cook's hard-on, to have a dildo made up of just his pecker at just that moment so that she would have a fuck-stick with which to satisfy her great carnal wishes whenever and wherever they should come to her. "Ooooh, God," she cried out to him, "I'll never get enough prick up my butt. Never!"
He laughed aloud when he heard her say that. He started to pull his penis out of her anus, but she reached back and grabbed his thigh, saying: "Just once more. Just a little more. Please." He pushed forward, pumped his steel prick deep into her anus and said: "Of course, Lucy. As often and whenever you want it." He reached up under her body and massaged her long, pendular titties while his prick rubbed and penetrated the greasy asshole tube. Long muscles that could only bring him pleasure began to hug and squeeze his meat. "Oooh," she groaned. "Never stop. Rub your meat in my asshole and never, never stop."
And he knew they were on their way to another perfect anal orgasm.
