Mosquitoes buzzed and gators grunted. Over the placid stillness of the lake an orange moon cast golden jewels upon the waters.
In the tents the young girls giggled and kept each other awake telling ghost stories until irate counselors were finally forced to intervene with stern admonishments.
"One more word and I'll have you running around the lake all night long!"
The little girls knew that was a joke. These counselors wouldn't do a thing to them because they didn't dare. Their rich mothers and fathers would simply withhold the donations that kept the camp running.
Up in the directors cabin, a discussion was taking place at that very moment between Bobbi, the director, and Joan, a representative from the front office.
It didn't have a lot to do with running the camp, however.
"Please," said Joan, begging, pleading, but in vain, "don't do that."
Bobbi replaced her hand around Joan's breast from where it had been firmly removed.
This time the girl left it there though it clearly made her nervous. Her bottom lip was trembling. The trembling increased. Bobbi smiled. "You don't need to be afraid of me, Joan," she told the girl.
Her hand began to unfasten the buttons on Joan's blouse.
CHAPTER ONE
A heavy orange moon rose over the scrub oak and thin spindly pine trees, casting a golden glow across the surface of Lake Cumaghan. In the rustic cabins secluded along the shores, the girls of Camp Lottanookee, all slept..
Well, most of them.
Mosquitoes kept landing on little Audrey in The Piney Woods Troop, and up the trail at the Golden Dawn campsite, little Jenette kept imagining that big men were entering her tent and fondling her budding breasts, and all the assurances of her counselors, Debbie and Pokey, were for naught.
"My God," said Debbie when they'd been out to the girl's shelter for the fourth time that night, "if she's gonna have dreams like that, why can't they at least be for real?"
"Really. I wouldn't mind having some guy fondling my breasts."
Debbie said, "Well, I can think of a pretty good substitute."
They shared one of the rooms in the bunkhouse. There were two other counselors at this particular campsite, as were there at all the others (there were four in all).
"What did you have in mind?" asked Pokey, coyly, her soft voice sounding almost like the wind whispering through the pines.
Debbie said no more. She didn't need to. As she slipped out of her bunk she could hear Pokey sliding across the sheet in her bed to make room, and when she climbed in with her friend, Pokey had already taken her nightgown off. Ripe breasts, firm nipples and a wet slit awaited her eager fingers.
"Mmmmm," said Pokey after a moment, "I think you're right. You are a pretty good substitute."
Debbie said, "You just wait. You haven't seen anything yet."
And then she took her clothes off.
*****
Up the trail, towards the large cabin in which certain of the administrative counselors bunked, Jeanette Roberts lay in her bunk. Next to her, Cookie, Chip, Roxy and Ricki all slept peacefully.
Jeanette, however, (who refused to conform with the time honored practice of assuming a cute little nickname) was restless. There were a lot of noises that she still hadn't gotten used to.
There were bugs that she'd never dreamed existed. There was the heat (this being Florida, in the summertime, that could be a considerable factor during the day, and most of the time at night as well) and worst of all, there was the one primary problem of there being no, repeat NO boys, anywhere within easy reach.
That bothered her.
It bothered her cunt even more, said cunt now being the target for her probing fingers which had been idly tracing the outline of her wet (always wet) slit for the past half hour. She wanted more than anything to masturbate, but she usually made noises of one sort or other when she came and she wasn't interested in either waking up her friends or in trying to stifle the natural urge to scream. She was, therefore, in a fix.
Lust, as usual, won out, and her greedy little fingers crept ever closer to her clit, throbbing impatiently between those dewy, petal-shaped folds of skin.
She slid her fingers along her slit, pressing against the outer portions first.
Beneath, she could feel the return pressure from her clit, swollen to roughly three times its normal size.
She pressed harder ... gathering up the folds of both her cunt lips now, pressing against the spot just above her clit
A surge of electric sensation blasted up her spine and went burrowing into her brain like a swarm of termites into an old shack.
All right, so that wasn't a very erotic image. She was desperate, and even though she considered the surroundings something just above a swamp, when she had the heat in her loins, something had to be done to relieve the pressure.
She played at the rim of her cunt hole now. Juices were gathered all around the opening. Her muscles started to contract involuntarily as she continuted to massage the membranes and tissues between her legs.
But then she touched the clit itself, unprotected by any covering sheath of flesh.
It was raw. It was awesome. It felt like her body was splitting in half as the lightning bolt-like surge of energy ripped up her nerves.
She gasped.
There was a stirring in the bunk next to hers.
"Mmmmm ... mphxt ... Jenette ... ? You all right?"
Say nothing, she said to herself. Just lie there, say nothing and the nosey bitch should fall back to sleep.
Her clit was almost glowing now, the pressure inside the shaft was so intense.
My God, she thought, it's almost visible. The heat felt like it should be creating visible vibrations ... red ... moving to pale blue, yellow, then white ...
There was no sound next to her for the next couple of minutes and finally Jenette brought a tentative finger back to her clit.
The little devil was just as hard as it had been before. Throbbing more incessantly now. Pounding between her legs like a savage drum.
She pressed her forefinger and thumb on either side of the small, tender shaft and began to squeeze.
She held her breath. It was so sensitive she thought she'd surely cry out again, but miraculously she managed to keep silent.
She pressed her third finger into her cunt hole now.
The juice was gathered in a thick pool of sexual broth, bubbling over the edges of her cunt slit.
She slid her finger up inside her pussy. The walls gathered in close. She felt the increased pressure, all the more so because in the month that she'd been here, there'd been no cocks up inside it and the thing had started to shrink!
Christ! How humiliating! She was going to start feeling like a virgin pretty soon, if she wasn't careful.
She slid a second finger up there. No sense in letting the old chute shrink out of sight, was there?
She spread them apart. She wanted to moan with ecstasy the sensation was so delicious.
To feel those tissues stretched like that simply proved to her how long it had been since they'd been properly dealt with.
She needed to do something serious. Things were getting desperate.
Suddenly, there was a stirring beside her bunk again, a hand gripped her covers, pulled them back and a flashlight turned on!
*****
"God damn you, turdball, you done got water on me."
"Well what'd you expect, dork? Sand? We're on a lake."
"Oh yeah, I hear you. You're real cute. Who the fuck writes your material? Zippy the Chimp?"
"I don't need no one to write my material asswipe. I make it up as I go along."
"Yeah? Well make up a gag, and then stuff it in your mouth."
This conversation, a mere sample of a much larger dialogue that has been running for close to ten years now, comes to us courtesy of one Samuel "Buck" Braddock, and his close friend, companion and general whipping boy who goes by the monniker of Jimmy Bob.
Jimmy Bob was the unfortunate who complained of getting water all over him.
Just now, the two are in a canoe, paddling silently (they hope) across the expanse of Lake Cumaghan. Their destination, of course, is Camp Lottanookie, there to amuse themselves prowling around the campsites.
Spying on the counselors.
Fantasizing about indulging themselves on those tight, nubile bodies.
Unfortunately, Jimmy Bob is making so much noise that Buck is about to abort the mission and return to the far side of the lake, there to pound him into the dirt.
"Jimmy Bob, you shut your mouth, you hear? I'm gonna come up against the side of your worthless head with something you won't know what hit you, you hear?"
"Hey ... you trying to scare me, Buck? That what you're trying to do?"
"No. I'm trying to tell you to shut up. I want to watch that slut go skinny dipping again."
"How you know she'll be out there?"
"I don't. But we're not ever gonna find out if you keep making noise."
"Oh. Yeah ... I guess you got a point there."
Jimmy Bob's statement leaves Buck speechless, Jimmy Bob usually being the type who doesn't catch on too fast to anything subtler that a semi crashing through the front window or a pile of shit in the middle of the carpet.
The moon gazes down with her infinite stare, cold, yet possessing all that man has ever dreamed of love and passion. It is ahead of them, still in the east. That's good, for it means that they'll remain invisible to anyone on the east bank, the location of Camp Lottanookie. Ever since the camp was founded there five years ago, Buck and Jimmy Bob have wanted to make clandestine runs across the lake to check out the scenery, and this summer, having achieved ages that their parents considered sufficiently 'responsible', they've been granted a healthy measure of independence ... and promptly set about to abuse it to the most extreme degree attainable.
We leave them, paddling in the nearest approximation of silence which they are capable of, an occasional "Asshole" or "Douchebag" or "Fuck you," drifting over the waters like the sound of a demented bird or alligator, simply part of the Central Florida woodland environment.
*****
"Are you sure the curtains are closed."
"Of course I'm sure."
"I don't know," said Joan to Bobbi, feeling a little nervous.
Bobbi, the head counselor at the camp, lay spread eagle on the bed, naked, fingering her cunt.
Joan stood at the foot of the bed, clad in panties and a bra, reluctant to remove them until she was certain that her privacy was insured.
"Joan, darling," said Bobbi, indulgently, "what are you afraid of?"
"I don't want any of those little tramps peering in and reporting back to their parents, for one thing. That would be the end, not only of you and me, but of the camp itself. Too much work has gone into this place for it to be risked so cavalierly."
Bobbi smiled and said, "Well, you've managed to get out of the rest of your clothes. I'd say that we're already in a fairly compromising position, would you? What's to keep them from seeing you standing there, your sweet tits poking through that flimsy bra, your tightly trimmed bush quite visible underneath those silken panties ... ? Hmmm ... ? "
"Don't look at me that way."
"Does it make you uncomfortable?"
"Yes."
"A lot of things make you uncomfortable."
Joan said nothing. But she did look uncomfortable.
Bobbi sat up on the bed, her thick, rounded breasts swaying gently from the movement of her body.
"Joan, come over here."
Joan stood where se was, looking down.
"You're not a bit worried about the curtains, or the little tramps, as you so affectionately call them. You're worried about me, aren't you?"
No answer. But then, her silence was answer enough, Joan thought.
Still, the lady had offered no protest at the first kiss over a drink. There'd been scant resistance as the shirt came off, as the fingers probed up her thighs ...
No, Bobbi had this cunt's type figured out cold. She'd gotten her make and model and number the second she walked through the door.
Maybe it was the darting eyes ... the slightly nervous laugh, particularly when Bobbi had made a point of not being real funny.
It was the way she'd refused to meet Bobbi's eyes, coupled with that unexpectedly lingering glance when Bobbi'd handed her the glass with the gin and tonic.
Eyes that said a lot.
Bobbi could have sat down anywhere in the room but she didn't. She sat down on the couch next to Joan and then the nervous darting had started up again in those gorgeous endless eyes.
"I'm making you nervous, aren't I?" Bobbi had ventured.
Joan, by way of response, had stuttered something so badly they'd both been left with no choice but to laugh.
That had broken a little of the ice. You can't argue with facts when they're right in front of you. Joan had seemed relieved that she wasn't going to have to.
But that left a great distance between where they had been and where they were now, to say nothing of where Bobby wanted to be.
The first major step had been the hand. An errant strand of hair drifting across Joan's eyes had given Bobbi the chance she needed and so, making the gesture as casual as she could manage, she'd just reached out and brushed it aside, letting her fingertips touch Joan's forehead.
She'd pulled back slowly and Joan's body had stiffened. "I do make you nervous, don't I?"
"Yes," Joan replied, after a moment of silence. "Why?"
"Why do you think?"
"Well, I could venture a guess. Should I?"
"Why don't you. You seem to have more answers than I do."
"You don't behave as if I've offended you. I have to assume therefore that I have not. I think I might have frightened you ... but that's not the same thing, is it? Particularly if the object of fright is yourself ... say, certain feelings that you might be reluctant to--! "
"Thank you, I think I'll be leaving now. I'm sure the office will gladly send someone else out here to perform the maintenance check-up. I'll not compromise you position in the least, I assure you however--! "
"Your voice is shaking."
"I'm upset."
"I know. You've just proven my point."
"What ... what are you talking about!. "
"If you'd really been repulsed by my moves, the last thing you'd want would be for me to remain in this position. A degenerate ... a pervert ... in charge of so many young girls, molding their minds ... to say nothing of their bodies ... "
"Stop! Please."
"But you're not offended, and the last thing you'd think me to be is a degenerate, a pervert. Isn't that correct?"
"I ... don't ... please, don't."
"You KNOW I'm not a degenerate, don't you?"
"I assume ... "
"You KNOW."
"I ... what do you mean?"
"You know that YOU'RE no pervert ... why therefore should I be, simply for feeling the same as you ... ? "
Joan's body was rigid now. It was a simple thing for Bobbi to reach out and touch her chin, tilt the face upwards into the light (gazing even more deeply into those fathomless eyes), bring her lips close ... closer ...
The kiss seemed endless. Slowly, as Bobbi let the pressure mount of its own accord, the tension drained from Joan's body, and by the time Bobbi's hands were cupping her breasts, she was kissing in return, hungrily, yearningly ...
Their tongues molded together in a passion dance.
Bobbi pressed her fingertips hard against Joan's pert, firm breasts, kneading them, working them gently.
She pulled the girl's shirt off.
She slid her hand up underneath her skirt. She touched her wet cunt on the outside of her panties. They were wet, oily, slick, warm.
She stroked for a long while along the outside, pressing in at the softness between her lips, but she made no effort to slide her fingers underneath the material.
Not yet, anyway, she wanted to wait. She wanted to draw the girl out. She wanted to bring her to a slow, tempestuous boil, and let her stew in the broth from her cunt.
After about five minutes of this casual foreplay, Bobbi drew back.
This too was calculated. You never put a person like Joan in a position where she can say "No."
In other words, you never ask the obvious question, "Ya wanna?"
Of COURSE she wanted to. Otherwise Bobbi's fingers wouldn't have had that delicious scent to them. What you do is put her in the position of having to admit to herself that she wanted to. This was most effectively accomplished by simply pulling back, settling into the couch for a second, then picking up her glass and draining it.
Joan was shaking, slightly, but noticeably. She said, "Is ... I mean ... is there something.. ? "
"Wrong? Why, not that I can think of."
She stood. "Would you like something more to drink?"
Joan looked at her glass, finished it and handed it wordlessly to Bobbi.
When Bobbi returned, she sat back on the couch, but not as close as she had the first time.
There was also a point at the other end of the scale, where, should the quarry's level of arousal drop too low, she would simply fade away like smoke. Bobbi, with her unerring instincts, knew exactly when to start reeling her in once more.
"You're very pretty."
Nothing. Nothing was called for, however, and a denial would possibly have been an indication of more complications than Bobbi was interested in dealing with at the moment. "Do you like working for the foundation?"
"Yes ... I do ... I guess."
"Ah ... not good. You should be certain. Decisive. You should know exactly what you want ... exactly what you feel ... (and here, she lowered her voice, letting a more forceful tone into it) and then you should go get it, letting nothing stand in your way."
Joan looked up at Bobbi, almost frightened now.
Her breasts were delicious ... inviting. Firm and well formed, with dark burgundy nipples. A nectar Bobbie would willingly have sipped all night.
She leaned forward and to her satisfaction Joan made no effort to pull back.
They kissed again, and when Bobbi's fingers sought out the catch on Joan's skirt, unhooking it, there was again no protest. The skirt was a wrap-around style and the material simply unfolded from her body.
Bobbi's fingers moved between Joan's thighs now, pressing up against her cunt.
Joan's clit throbbed beneath the silken material.
Bobbi stroked it lightly, letting it grow and pulse beneath her fingertips.
Finally a sound escaped the girl's lips.
It was unmistakably a sound of arousal, of heat, lust, of passion ... that music that played incessantly inside Bobbi's head, and which found a vocal counterpart in the real world all too seldom to satisfy her.
She stood. Never appear eager, she thought.
Let them think you can take it or leave it. Let them think it's up to them. Because types like Joan can NEVER leave it. They only pretend that they can to get them through the day inside the lies that their lives are forced to become.
Leading Joan by the hand, Bobbi walked from the living room of her cabin into the bedroom. She said, "I'll be back in a second."
She stripped in the bathroom and donned a robe.
Joan was right where she'd left her, gripping the bedpost, looking like she was the most confused girl on earth.
"Are you all right?" asked Bobbi.
"I ... I ... don't know ... " said Joan.
Bobbi sat on the bed. "Come over here and tell me about it."
Joan, walking as if in a dream, obliged. Bobbi placed a motherly arm around the girl's naked shoulder and said, "You should relax. I'm not going to hurt you, you know."
"I ... " Joan began, but then she fell silent.
Actions, not words, were what this situation called for, and so once more Bobbi's probing fingers moved along the creamy soft surface of the girl's thighs, which parted willingly for her.
She touched Joan's cunt again, this time sliding a finger underneath the material of her panties.
"Oh God," cried Joan as Bobbi's finger caressed her clit.
Her entire body went rigid. She drew in her bottom lip, biting on it and began to shiver.
"No ... " she said, and then, repeating it more forcefully, she jumped off the bed.
Bobbi's immediate impulse was to jump up after the girl, but that was something she wisely beat back down.
Instead, she lay back on the pillow.
She allowed her robe to fall open.
Her body was in perfect shape and she knew it.
Her breasts had always been big, and when younger, she'd been told she would have a weight problem to go with them.
The hell with that, had been Bobbi's reaction. She'd started to work out at the age of sixteen, and the lines of her body had remained sleek and smooth all her life.
Her muscle tone was excellent and there were uncharacteristically well developed lines along her biceps and her stomach, in particular.
Not overtly muscular. Just ... sleek. Powerful. And awesomely feminine.
"Joan," Bobbi said in a calm voice. "Turn around.
Joan was looking in the other direction, but Bobbi knew the girl wasn't going to go anywhere. She knew the type too well. She was aching to hop into bed more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.
And as soon as she decided to be honest with herself about that fact, there'd be steam on the window-pane.
CHAPTER TWO
Jenette froze at the light glaring in her eyes.
There was no sound. Had it been her imagination, or had thunder pealed from the skies as she'd been unmasked?
No ... and in fact, there seemed to be no one else stirring in the cabin except for the form hovering over her bed, whoever it might be.
Finally her heart stopped beating enough for her to calm down. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Wishing I could join you."
It was Rickie. Jenette had already figured it out before the girl spoke from the strands of long soft hair that were hanging down in her face. With just the smallest amount of light, the strands of hair would glint with a brilliant golden sheen.
She said, "What ... what are you trying to do ... ? "
Her arms and legs felt weak. She was shaking. Now, as the original blast of mindless fear started to subside, she felt a little humiliated and a little angry, but then, before she could say anything else, Rickie slipped into bed with her.
Her heart started to pound. "Look," she whispered, frightened that they'd awaken the other two in the cabin, "I don't know what you're trying to do, but I'm not into this."
"Neither am I, darling, not when there's a man around. But there isn't. And it's better than what you were doing."
"I ... I ... "
But Rickie's fingers were already seeking her pussy slit, wet from the stimulating massage Jenette had already given it.
"No ... " she whispered, more forcefully this time, but Rickie's fingers remained right where they were.
"Darling, don't be such a prude. We can do wonders for each other. If you'll just calm down."
What was it in the girl's voice? , wondered Jenette. The idea of getting it on with a girl was repugnant to her ... but ... but ...
Oh God ... it felt so good the way she was running her fingers up the side of her pussy slit ... touching her clit ... pressing on it now, and wasn't that little devil hard as a pebble though ...
"There," said Rickie, her lips so close to Jenette's ear that even a whisper sounded like a shout, "you don't need to get all upset."
Jenette was shocked, and yet, perhaps she shouldn't have been. Rickie had always joked that she was kinky ... the she enjoyed playing around with a lot of different ideas and approaches to life, not that anyone had ever gotten her to elaborate.
The girls who worked the camp during the summer usually were fairly straight, 'good-scout' types. Rickie not only did not fit that mold, she seemed to go out of her way to project that aura
But Jenette had never dreamed ... not in her wildest moments ... oh God ... that felt so good.
Rickie's fingers were playing around the opening of her cunt hole now, and suddenly all the resistance and fear that Jenette had experienced earlier melted away before a passionate desire to have her slide her fingers up inside.
She arched her back ... slightly, but it was enough. Rickie's fingers moved up into her cunt, and though the pressure was no greater than it had been moments earlier with Jenette's own fingers, the sensations were almost triple what they had been before. It was as if the tips of her fingers were electrically charged, as if they were flowing into her body, not only in physical form but in some kind of pure energy form as well.
She felt nerves tingling all through her body.
No, she thought, this is forbidden. This is ... this is ... oh GOD it's wonderful and it's forbidden and I'm gonna go to hell!! !
Old Testament figures wielding swords of flaming terror, casting demonically possessed souls into the flaming pit now rose in her mind, images burned into her brain from her Calvinist Puritan upbringing in staid New England ...
No, she thought, this is the twentieth century and the moral codes have to evolve with the times, and besides ... there's no reason to deprive yourself of pleasure, in any form and OH GOD that's wonderful and what the hell is she doing?
Well, what she was doing was to wrap her mouth around one of Jenette's nipples, start to suck until the tender bud filled with blood and stood up nearly a half-inch from the curved surface of her smooth breast, and then she began to slide down her body.
Jenette felt the wet surface of Rickie's lips as they glided almost effortlessly over her stomach ... moving farther down ... farther, farther ...
She was right there!
And the amazing thing was that there was nothing but anticipation surging through Jenette's nerves at the moment.
She spread her legs willingly for her.
She was amazed at how silently Rickie moved, causing not the first squeak from the bedsprings, seeming to function as if in a dream, as if surfaces rubbing over each other made absolutely no sound, created only sensation, delicious sensations flooding her brain now with something akin to color and music but transcending both, something that felt almost like one of the base elements from which alchemists postulated all temporal matter, something that was part of sensation, something that was part of awareness, but which existed before ... something that was delicious that she never wanted to see end that she couldn't get enough of, oh God, it was wonderful wonderful wonderful!! !
She stuffed a pillow in her mouth.
The material filled the space, and, she hoped, muffled any sounds. She was trying her best not to cry out, but between her thighs right now there was something going on that she'd never experienced before in her life.
Rickie's tongue was flickering back and forth over Jenette's clitoris and the resulting flurry of sensations surging up in her brain left her half unconscious.
She'd had her cunt licked before, of course, but compared to this, the guys who'd taken the big muff-dive were St. Bernards. Heavy, sledge-hammer approaches.
This was like having an angel dancing on the head of her clit.
She couldn't believe it. She couldn't tolerate it. She never wanted it to end.
All around her now doors were appearing and then opening, beckoning her to enter.
Corridors, rooms, mansions she'd never dreamed existed suddenly formed the central core of her mind and body, the very essence of her being.
She was transported out of the world, out of her body ... out of her mind.
And it was the most spectacular sensation she'd never experienced as if reading the vibrations emanating from the core of Jenette's soul.
Rickie seemed to know exactly when Jenette was starting to approach an orgasm, which occurred rather rapidly due to the aroused state in which she found the girl.
She let her moist tongue dart rapidly over the tip of her clit, faster and faster, yet always keeping that incredibly light touch, until in Jenette's mind a scene opened out that seemed more real than the surrounding woods, the cabin, the bed, even the two of them.
She saw a vast abyss opening up, saw a bottomless blackness ... a void ...
But she wasn't afraid of it. There were no malevolent vibrations emerging from the depths. She saw only that that it represented release ... a mindless leap out of her life ... out of her ordinary ego, her personality ...
Setting herself free ... free to re-emerge somewhere else, somewhere in a different dimension, somewhere that permitted such awesome pleasures ...
Her muscles were contracting all through her body now.
They rippled with particular intensity through her abdominal cavity, then surged down the inner surfaces of her thighs and finally, in the deepest regions of her cunt she felt the contractions grow most severe.
She sucked in a deep breath, arched her back once more, and then she felt herself being drawn inexorably towards that vast emptiness, that void, and she felt the fear.
A light flashed simultaneously between her legs, feeling like heat, and in her brain, momentarily blinding her ... or at least cutting off all thought.
She gasped.
She moaned.
And then, the fear struck her again ... and she knew that she had committed a fundamentally evil act, one for which she would surely be condemned to hellfire and eternal damnation ... and she jumped up from the bed, feet landing solidly on the floor, and, naked and scared, she raced from the cabin.
Rickie watched her fleeting form momentarily outlined in the moonlight as she opened the door. It was totally dark in the cabin, but had there been any illumination in the room at all, it would have been possible to discern the faintest grin flickering at the corners of her mouth.
She waited a decent interval, and then she slipped into her shorts, pulled a T-shirt over her head and walked out into the night to look for Jenette.
*****
"Where the fuck are we?" asked Jimmy
Bob. Buck turned around. "SHHHHHH!" he said.
"Okay," Jimmy Bob whispered, "where the fuck are we?"
"We're in the middle of the camp. Be careful or you'll wander into the pool."
"Aw fuck you."
"I'd rather fuck one of the sluts that work here."
"So, how do we do it?"
"Fucking ass-hole, you walk up to them and you say, 'You're hot. Wanna ball?' and then they go screaming to their boss and we get thrown in jail."
Silence greeted that comment, and then Jimmy Bob said, "I don't know, Buck. Ain't there an easier way?"
Buck said nothing, but slapped Jimmy Bob up against the back of his head.
They'd wandered the outer campsites where the little girls bunked along with their counselors on their previous excursions across the water.
Tonight, Buck had bigger quarry in mind, though he couldn't quite say what it would consist of.
He had a feeling that there might be some fun sights here in the main portion of the camp, and so, following instincts (his 'nose for pussy' was said to be one of the finest in the state) he led Jimmy Bob through the darkness, the shadows and the gloom, not having the faintest idea where he was, where he was going, or what he might do once he got there, assuming he realized when it occurred.
"Look there," said Jimmy Bob. "Yonder's a light."
And so there was.
"I don't know ... it looks pretty dim to me."
"That's 'cause they got the curtains drawn.' "So ... what the fuck are we worrying about it for? I can see curtains anytime I want."
"It's what's going on behind the curtains," Jimmy Bob pointed out. "Maybe we'll see someone taking a shower or something."
Buck allowed as how that was a realistic possibility.
They moved across the main yard. Buck looked around, feeling suddenly exposed and nervous.
But the shadows from the trees provided a decent enough cover, he thought, and so they plunged on through the gloom towards an uncertain quarry.
Once they arrived at the structure in question, however, they saw that they might be in for a treat.
"See there," said Jimmy Bob. "It's opened a little."
"Well, let's see what's there," said Buck.
He stepped up to the window. And then Jimmy Bob heard him mutter under his breath "OH LORD FUCKING GOD ... "
*****
"What was that!" Joan cried, jumping up off the bed.
"What was what?" asked Bobbi, calm on the outside but inside starting to show the first signs of impatience. She'd finally coaxed Joan over to her bed, and was just about to make the big move to slip the bra off when Joan bolted.
She stood at the end of the bed, shaking. "What's wrong, Joan."
"I heard something."
"That's not surprising ... this is the wilderness. Lot's of things out there, and a good deal of them make noise."
"No ... I mean ... "
She looked back at Bobbi whose fingers were now in her cunt.
"Are you sure those curtains are closed?"
"Of course I'm sure," said Bobbi. "Joan darling, what are you afraid of?"
"I don't know ... I just don't know."
"Look at me," said Bobbi, her voice taking on a stern note now.
Joan reluctantly turned her eyes to Bobbi's prone form, and once affixed, she couldn't remove them.
"See my body ... ? Hmmm? Tell me what it does for you when you look at my body."
"You're very beautiful," said Joan, unhesitatingly.
Bobbi nodded graciously, then said, "Don't you think you could get a better idea if you were a little closer?"
Joan's body stiffened again, but she slowly walked back along the side of the bed. Bobbi glanced up at the window, and saw, damn it all, that the curtains actually were parted just a little. She hadn't been able to see before, but now the moon was visible shining through the small part ...
But she didn't care. It was unthinkable that any of the counselors would dare to be caught out of their cabins this late, particularly at her window. Her random walks were well known, at which time she could be counted on to turn up just about anywhere, the only thing known for certain being that one could never predict where it might be.
Yes ... she knew the best way to keep these hot little numbers in check.
Joan was standing beside her now.
"Take off your bra," she said to the younger girl.
Joan said nothing for a moment, and then, almost mechanically, her hands went to the clasp that held the two cups together.
She unfastened it, they fell open and her breasts were suddenly revealed in all their natural form and beauty. Bobbi, considering herself a highly discriminating connoisseur of breast forms, found Joan's to be particularly pleasing.
She reached for the girl's crotch now, pressing her fingertips against the moist folds of her slit.
Beneath the layer of material, she could feel the girl's clit sticking out, stiff and throbbing.
"You don't need to pretend any longer," Bobbi said softly. "It's all right. We're the same, you and me. I've just learned to admit it, and you're still trying to be something else."
Her fingers moved beneath the material of Joan's panties as she said this, insuring that she'd be able to hold the girl's attention.
She slipped the tip of her forefinger up into the hole beneath those hot wet lips.
The rim was tight but slick.
She pressed, pulling the crotch piece aside.
"Oh ... " moaned the girl, "that's incredible."
"No, Joan," said Bobbi, sensing that the kill was imminent. "It's normal."
And with that, she pulled the waistband of Joan's panties down around the almost perfect curve of the girl's buttocks.
The material dropped in a heap at her ankles.
She stepped out of them as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do.
And then she said, "I'm scared."
"You're also hot as the sun, darling, and if you'll just meditate on that fact for about a second or two, I'm sure you'll realize that it's by far the more important of the two."
Joan said nothing by way of reply, but when Bobby pulled her hand, the girl climbed into bed with her, all resistance having vaporized, disappearing like smoke.
Bobbi's cunt was aching, though she knew that there would be little in store for it from Joan. At least not tonight.
Strangely enough, that didn't matter to Bobbi. There was as much satisfaction in a conquest of this sort as there was in the straight act of making love.
There was even an added dimension to this ... almost a reaffirmation of her own life-style.
She pulled the girl to her and let her breasts brush against Joan's arm "You're not afraid, not really. I can tell. You want this. Don't you? It's all right. You can say so. Just admit it. You know it's true."
She kept her voice soft and hushed, melodious, almost hypnotic. That was the apparent effect on Joan, at any rate.
The girl's eyes drifted closed for a second, and then, when she opened them once more, Bobbi felt the tension in her muscles starting to wane.
She reached for Joan's left nipple, taking it between her thumb and forefinger and slowly starting to roll it around in a series of slow circles.
She pressed the tissues together, but not hard. She kept the stimulation soft and gentle, allowing the natural pressures inside her body to take control, as they inevitably would have to. Joan wanted this too much.
Bobbi kept the stream of chatter flowing, giving Joan's mind something on which to focus, deflecting her natural feeling of fear.
Her thighs were still taut, tense, and she had them pressed tightly together.
Bobbi stroked them slowly, pressing the tips of her fingers into the crack between them, but when Joan kept her thighs pressed tightly together, barring Bobbi from the main objective, her cunt, Bobbi wisely refrained from forcing her.
It would come. And a lot sooner than Joan realized.
She returned to her nipples, licking them, pinching them, slowly increasing the pressure with her thumb and forefinger ... rolling them around like marbles ... pulling and stretching them ...
Joan moaned, her back arched, and then her thighs parted slightly. Just enough for Bobbi to slide her fingers down between them but not enough room to permit her to move around very much.
That was all right with Bobbi. She would wait. Patience, above all else, was important in a situation like this one.
The girl's body was starting to curve at a more sharp degree.
Her breathing became heavier, more labored ... louder ... faster.
Joan let the tips of her fingers glide over her skin.
Her muscles rippled from the tips of Bobbi's fingers as she ran them over the smooth, creamy skin that was now stretched tightly across the girl's body.
Down to her cunt slit.
Running the tip of her forefinger over the wetness of the crack between the two lips ...
Up to her clit ... pressing against it ... lightly ... so lightly she could hardly feel it herself.
But she knew that would provide the maximum sensation through the girl's crotch.
She was right. Joan's body jerked violently, her hips thrust up into the air and she cried out. "Oh God ... God ... Oh my God ... ! "
Bobbi said, "Easy, easy ... don't get carried away. No point in getting worked up."
Joan couldn't control herself. It seemed that fear was starting to rise in her once more.
Bobbi stroked her cunt hair, keeping the tips of her fingers away from the center of her slit, purposely avoiding her clit.
Joan was extremely worked up now, her eyes slipping out of focus.
Her hand reached up into the air, she tried to find some kind of balance but it was clear that she'd never accomplish it on her own.
Bobbi gripped her hand tightly, while keeping the soft delicate strokes flowing over the outside of her cunt.
Steadily building the pressure, her stroking movements at the same time had the paradoxical effect of relaxing her ... simply by showing her that it was permissible and possible to get that aroused and still have nothing terrible come blasting out of the sky at you.
She found her clit now, that tight little berry of lust secluded by those thick sensuous folds of pink flesh.
She pressed and like a magic button it sparked Joan to new life.
Her muscles all began a flurry of spastic movements, grinding back and forth against Bobbi. As Bobbi's finger began to probe more deeply into Joan's cunt slit, her voice took on new urgency.
"Oh God ... oh God ... no ... no ... no ... "
And yet, she didn't act like she wished for Bobbi to stop.
She simply was trying to quell some final resistance inside herself, perhaps.
Or maybe it was simply an expression of disbelief, once the girl was confronted with the truth of those sensations that were perhaps being unlocked for the first time inside her mind.
She pressed her hips up against Bobbi's thighs, throwing her leg over the girl's body, compressing her with muscle spasms that were stronger than anything Bobbi expected to feel.
Joan was clearly starting to run out of control.
It was a nice feeling. The heat from Joan's body was starting to radiate over her skin now ... she felt like a miniature sun.
And Bobbi couldn't think of anything she'd enjoy more than a nice long session of sunbathing.
CHAPTER THREE
Bobbi gently spread Joan's thighs now, making room for her to get down to some serious cases.
She pressed the flat of her palm against that wet slit and said, "Mmmmmm ... yeah, you feel wonderful."
Joan's body was still tense, the girl still seemed to be frightened, but Bobbi was certain that she'd loosen up. All that was required was to get that sweet little clit of hers working ... and there was no better way to do that than to ...
"What are you doing!? " asked Joan, urgency suddenly filling her voice.
"What's it look like?" said Bobbi. She'd been kissing Joan's breasts, moving from one nipple to the other, then moving around the undercurve, stroking the sides with her lips and tongue, but now she started to move down on the girl's body.
"No ... " said Joan, closing her legs back up again.
"Joan," Bobbi said at once, her voice its most authoritatively stern. "Don't make me angry."
It had an immediate effect, one that surprised Bobbi, actually, it happened so rapidly.
Joan's thighs opened up again, but she was whimpering the whole while.
"It's all right, Joan, you don't have to be so frightened. This is a natural thing."
She couldn't believe the girl was so naive ... so inexperienced.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" asked Bobbi.
"Why do you ask?" Joan shot back at once.
"Just wondering."
"Yeah ... I do ... but ... but ... we don't do ... anything like this."
"Are you a virgin?"
She looked more and more uncomfortable. "No ... but ... I ... I ... "
"You don't like it with men, do you?" She gulped, nervously.
"Of course you don't, silly. Why don't you just face that simple fact, and everything else in your life will become an awful lot easier. Think about it."
Her mouth was right above Joan's cunt slit now.
Bobbi let her gaze drop down to the girl's pussy.
Her pink lips were spread apart a little bit from the swelling of her tissues.
Under them, pink flesh glistened from the coating of juice that was spreading from the inner depths of Joan's cunt.
Bobbi let her fingers wander over the surface of Joan's pussy, pressing softly against the tender tissues, and then she took one lip in each hand and gently spread them apart. The shaft of the girl's clit immediately popped into view.
As she stretched her two lips apart, she also pulled them up, tightening the membranes underneath her clit, forcing that intense bud of flesh to rise up from it's protective sheath of flesh, making a most inviting target.
Bobbi brought her lips down to Joan's pussy slit. She kissed her clit.
Joan drew in a sharp breath, her body stiffened, and she moaned.
She did not, however, try to squirm away from Bobbi's grasp, something that wouldn't have been all that difficult had the will been there.
It wasn't. She seemed content to lie right there, letting Bobbi take responsibility for the two of them.-likewise in keeping with the type assessment Bobbi had already formed of the girl.
Her tongue came in contact with Joan's clit now.
She licked along the central portion of the shaft, flicking it back and forth as she moved from the head up to the top of her cunt slit where her two cunt lips came together.
She then retraced her movements back down the girl's clit shaft.
Joan's hips started to rise up off the bed.
A rotating motion accompanied this rise, and she seemed to want to press her cunt slit against Bobbi's mouth and lips and tongue just as hard as she possibly could.
A dramatic and speedy turnaround, Bobbi reflected.
The aroma that rose from that spread gash struck her nostrils with a pungent, yet sweet scent. Bobbi drew in the thick odor, let it waft around inside her brain for a moment, and then she lowered her mouth once more to Joan's cunt slit.
She pressed her lips around the outer perimeter of her clit.
Hard. This forced the loose fleshy membranes to actually rise up from the pressure.
She sucked gently on her clit as she did so. The hard little bud of nerves slid easily into her mouth.
There was a large gathering of membranes surrounding her clit, all of which floated almost effortlessly into her mouth.
Bobbi then closed her lips, first curling them over the edge of her teeth so as not to hurt Joan's sensitive tissues.
She pressed her tongue against Joan's clit now. Pressed hard against the roof of her mouth.
She rubbed it gently back and forth, letting the tip dart forward and then back, forward and back again, rubbing over the numerous nerve endings.
Joan's voice took on a deep tone now, a huskier sound. It was a voice growing heavy with lust. Passion welled up in her throat, her breathing grew erratic, and she seemed about to burst into either peals of laughter or uncontrollable sobbing.
Bobbi couldn't tell which-only that it would be highly charged, emotionally, and quite intense.
She sucked hard now, closing her lips as tightly together as she could manage.
She raised her head, keeping the suction strong. Higher ... higher ...
And then, the membranes reached the limits of their elasticity.
Bobbi felt Joan's clit pressing towards the inside of her lips, felt them resist ... and then, finally, felt her clit pop through like a rubber-band snapping back.
Joan's body shook.
She gasped. She screamed. "No ... no more ... I can't stand it ... "
"Of course you can, darling," said Bobbi. "You not only can stand it, you love it. Don't you?"
"Oh ... no ... please ... please ... it's too much."
But when Bobbi brought her lips back to the girl's cunt slit, she made no effort to stop her.
She once again started to suck on the girl's clit.
It popped back into her mouth. This time, however, she started to work it back and forth against the edges of her teeth.
Closing them so as to leave only a small slit between them, the width of which was just under that of her clit, Bobbi was able to press that swollen chip of flesh between her teeth by using her tongue and forcing it.
The difference between the width of Joan's clit and the distance between Bobbi's teeth was small ... just enough to insure that there would be a certain amount of pressure and stimulation as the raw nerve endings scraped over her sharp teeth.
She screamed now.
"Shh!" said Bobbi. "We're air-conditioned, but you don't want to run the risk of discovery, do you?"
"Oh ... God ... please ... don't ... don't do it. I can't stand it. It's too much."
"Joan dear, you're going to have to learn one thing-there's no such thing as 'too much'. Do you hear?"
No answer. That was fine. One thing Bobbi didn't want now was to get into an argument about abstract issues.
What was needed was hard action ... and as long as she kept up the pressure on Joan's clit, the girl could be counted on to stay put and not kick up a fuss.
Bobbi brought her finger up to Joan's ass-hole now, stroked the round ring of tightly clenched muscle, and then set it against the shut orifice, making no effort to push it in.
The mere sensation of touch, however, would awaken Joan to the possibility, and by implication, the added tension would make the deed itself that much sweeter when it finally took place.
Once again she sucked that throbbing clit into her mouth, and this time, she decided it was time to move things up. a notch in seriousness.
She caught Joan's clit between her teeth, but this time, she left it there.
She increased the pressure slightly. Scarcely enough to have any effect.
But like her finger at Joan's ass-hole, simply awakening her to the possibility would focus her attention on the sensations ... and then, as they actually did increase, it would feel much more intense inside her mind.
Bobbi pressed her finger into the center of Joan's ass-hole.
The muscles yielded reluctantly, but it was only for a second.
The finger came right back out again.
But then it went back in another time, this time more deeply, pressing against the rim of her ass-hole from all directions. Joan's throat sounded constricted as she moaned and gasped in that peculiar mix of agony and ecstasy. She seemed unable to form an opinion about what was happening to her, one minute sounding like she was at the edge of her endurance, the next sounding like she'd never felt so good.
Her breathing was erratic now, seeming almost random.
She jerked violently every time Bobbi moved a finger or her jaw.
She pressed the edge of her teeth more deeply against the girl's clit.
She forced it to bend, to squeeze out of shape.
Then, just as it seemed that Joan wouldn't be able to tolerate any more, Bobbi released that sensitive organ and said, "You're really getting off on this, aren't you?"
"I don't know ... "
"The hell you don't. You love it."
Her fingers were seeking that wet slit as she spoke. It was drenched.
Part of the liquid was from her saliva, part was from the inner depths of her cunt, by far the larger portion.
Bobbi's fingers sloshed around in the goo, one, then two ... then three.
Joan cried out then.
"No ... it's too narrow ... "
Bobbi probed the inner reaches of the girl's cunt.
She didn't FEEL like a virgin, but Bobbi could easily imagine that the girl had fucked only a few times in her life.
Of course! She was never meant to be a man's playtoy.
She was meant to be a woman's playtoy. HER playtoy.
She kept the three fingers inside Joan's cunt, spreading them apart a little, testing the limits of the stretchability of the membranes.
Slowly, they opened for her.
A fourth finger now.
The tips moved all throughout the inner portions of Joan's cunt.
The walls started to quiver violently, the juices were flowing fast, and more were being secreted all the time.
"Mmmmm ... you feel so good," said Bobbi. "I really love the way your cunt feels."
"Jesus," Joan whimpered.
"Do you like it?" asked Bobbi.
"Yes ... " Joan finally ventured after a long pause. "I do ... "
And Joan knew that she'd won. It was merely a matter of collecting the prize when she felt like it.
*****
"Watch it!" babbled Jimmy Bob, "I'm gonna fall."
"Don't you dare, you ass-hole!" Buck shot back at him. "You fucking calm down."
"Oh ... oh my God ... would you look at that ... ? Would you look at that? Lord, I don't believe it. I fucking don't believe it."
"I'm gonna break your neck if you don't shut the fuck up," said Buck. "You're gonna wake that damn dog."
"Nah."
"You fucking wanna bet? You saw the size of that thing."
Jimmy Bob was being cocky without having the slightest cause to feel comfortable doing so.
That was a habit of his that tended to get him into bad trouble most always, and which usually caused Buck undue hardship trying to extract him from whatever bog he'd gone and wandered into.
"Jimmy Bob, stop wiggling!"
"Can't help it! My balls hurt."
"Then let's get the fuck out of here. No sense in getting us fucking arrested or fed to the dogs or nothing like that."
"You go. I'm sticking right here.'
"Jimmy Bob! Don't give me no shit now boy, we seen enough."
"Unh uh ... I want to see them stick shit in each other's twats."
"You don't know that they'll be doing nothing like that, Jimmy Bob, and besides, we can't take the risk. You don't know who's gonna come along."
"I do know that they'll be doing that. Lezzies always stick shit up each others' twats. I seen movies. I know."
"Jimmy Bob ... get your ass moving."
"No."
"Jimmy Bob ... I'm gonna beat you senseless."
"You do, it'll start that fucking dog to barking."
"Jimmy Bob ... you gonna cooperate with me?"
"No. I'm gonna stay right here and watch them two lezzies lick each others' pussies."
"I'm gonna break you."
"No you ain't."
"Am too. I'm gonna do it right now."
"Ain't neither. Would you just shut up and watch. Oh shit ... lookit there ... lookit what she's doing. Lord ... she's gonna fist-fuck her."
"Huh? You're kidding ... "
"No! Look here for yourself."
Buck turned back to the window and after a moment he said, "Lord, fucking, God ... "
*****
Jenette ran.
She didn't know where ... and she didn't know why.
She ran for the water and the moon. There, she'd be safe. She'd come down here before, late at night, unable to sleep, preoccupied with the heat and the vibrations of her cunt, she'd come to the water to swim naked trying to cool herself off.
It worked, but only for a short while.
Now, she needed to do more than cool herself off. She needed to cleanse herself.
For she'd sinned, she knew she'd sinned, and furthermore, while she'd given little to no thought to religion in the past several years, the sudden looming of hell and eternal damnation brought back all her Protestant fears from childhood.
Playing with herself was a 'little' sin, the kind of thing that any supreme being would overlook ... but ... what had just happened back there ... that was another story.
And she'd LIKED it!
That was the worst part. She'd loved it, in fact, wished even now that she could feel it again. Oh Lord, what had she done ... what was she going to do ...
She was standing in the water now.
She felt dead. She wished she could stay that way. Turn off her mind. Make certain that she stopped thinking ... and that way she'd stop worrying about the perversions her body wanted her to commit.
Oh ... if only there were some boys ... that's all that they needed. Boys! That was a healthy kind of activity. Fucking ... cocks in cunts ... She closed her eyes.
Why get so worked up? It HAD been delicious. Rickie's tongue was superb, moving up and down through that flaming slit, flicking maddeningly across her clit, causing it to swell up even more than it already had been ...
She felt the pressure in her body and she knew that she still needed release.
She needed to finish what had been started. She needed Rickie.
And then she heard the sound of footsteps crossing over the dried pine needles that covered the grounds.
She turned around and even before she could make out the face or note the shape of the form, she knew that it was Rickie. she could feel the vibes. That was a powerful, frightening woman.
"Jenette ... " she said. Jenette watched her emerge from the darkness, illuminated now by the white light of the moon She'd dressed. That made Jenette disappointed, for some reason she cared not to examine.
"Jenette," said Rickie once more.
She saw her then and walked towards the water. "You didn't need to run."
Jenette wanted to say something, but she suddenly realized that she didn't have the faintest idea what it was that she wanted to say. How did she feel right then?
"You all right?" asked Rickie.
Jenette said nothing.
Rickie, barefoot, waded out to where Jenette stood in the water.
"Aren't you afraid of gators and snakes?"
"I'm afraid of you," said Jenette.
"That's silly. You don't need to be afraid of me, Jenette. I didn't mean to scare you."
Her hands were already on Jenette's body. "You don't really want to run from me, do you?"
Her fingers crossed over Jenette's naked breasts. She was a very persuasive woman.
Jenette couldn't push her away.
"What's wrong," asked Rickie. "You were getting off on it. I could tell."
Jenette felt her heart pounding inside her body. She felt the blood surging madly through her veins and arteries ... she felt the pressure throbbing at the sides of her neck, in her temples ...
"Don't," she finally said as Rickie started to reach for her cunt.
"Are you sure?" asked Rickie, still moving down.
"Yes," said Jenette. "I'm sure." Rickie didn't stop. Damn her! She was going to force Jenette to do it ... force Jenette to take the initiative. No favors.
Jenette couldn't stop her. She remembered whimpering as soon as Rickie's fingers touched her cunt. "No," she said. But Rickie kept her fingers there. "Don't you prefer men ... ? " she asked, feeling helpless.
"I told you. Any day of the week. Show me a man, and I'll show him a good time. I don't think there are any around, unfortunately."
Jenette was staring at something ... she realized that she'd been staring at it for quite a while, not even noticing it, not consciously, anyway. But now, her mind suddenly flashed a warning ... and she said, "What's that?"
"What's what?"
Rickie peered off in the direction that Jenette was pointing. "Over there. That shape. It looks like ... like a boat or something."
Rickie walked over to it. She'd brought her small flashlight and now the beam revealed a canoe. "My God," she said, "who's this belong to?"
"It's not ours," said Jenette ... and then both girls had the same thought.
"Someone's in camp. Someone's invaded who doesn't belong," said Jenette. "Wow ... that's really weird."
"I'm getting dressed and waking Bobbi up."
Rickie grabbed her arm, tightly. "Hang on. You're going to do what?"
"I'm going to wake up Bobbi."
"Why?"
"Rickie! What do you mean 'why?' "
"Just that. What kind of person would come to a girl's camp late at night?"
"A pervert. That's what."
"Yeah ... or maybe just a horny guy looking for a cheap thrill. Or maybe two."
"Rickie, that's crazy."
"Yeah ... well, if I read you correctly, you're already crazy from the horns you're growing, and I sure as hell could stand to get mine clipped. What do you say we wait and see?"
"I say you're out of your mind."
"Could be."
"Rickie ... "
"Look, we move the canoe, and then we hide and wait. How's that sound."
"What if they catch us?"
"We'd better hurry then."
"Rickie! You're out of your head. That's crazy."
"Are you going to help me?"
"Yes, damn you," said Jenette. "Let me go get dressed."
"Why bother? If we don't show ourselves, you won't need to, and if we decide to show ourselves ... well ... you won't need clothes either."
"You're sick."
"I'm practical." Jenette thought about it. "Come on," said Rickie. "Let's move this." Five minutes later, they were hiding, waiting.
And, just to kill the time, Rickie started to play with Jenette's cunt.
This time, Jenette didn't bother to push her hand away.
CHAPTER FOUR
"No," said Joan, staring at the box, a wave of fear starting down in her guts and then spreading in both directions at once, crashing into her brain and flooding her cunt.
"What do you mean by that," said Bobbi, laughing. "You don't even know what's in it yet."
Joan knew. Not specifics, but she knew. It would be more taboos to be violated.
More sacred assumptions in her life thrown over, cast aside like trash at the curb.
She felt the earth shaking beneath her feet and sensed a gathering of clouds in the heavens as she committed act after act all guaranteed to damn her forever ...
And yet she found it utterly compelling ... so much so that she couldn't protest when Bobbi opened the box and her worst fears were confirmed.
"Oh my God ... " she said as she stared down at the array of devices presented for her perusal. "I don't believe it."
"Oh do ... do believe, darling, because I promise you, the joys of belief are many and they are profound."
Joan felt a peculiar tension at the surface of her skin. She felt her body responding in ways dark and mysterious, felt her muscles engaged in strange, sinister dances within her body.
And energies that she'd never before encountered now began to circulate through her system, charging nerves and her cells with a kind of light that made her feel dizzy, giddy ...
She couldn't take her eyes away from the contents of the box.
There were several long, phallic-shaped devices which she took to be vibrators ... she'd never before used one, but she wasn't completely in the dark about such matters.
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There were also a series of balls, perhaps an inch and a half in diameter, silver, perfectly smooth, each attached to another by a slender silken thread.
She said, "What are they," and as the words formed in the space around her, she realized that she couldn't recognize her own voice. She couldn't tell for certain what she was doing, what was happening to her. She knew only that she was frightened.
And excited at the same time.
"What are you thinking?" asked Bobbi.
"I'm trying not to," said Joan, her voice growing so soft as to be inaudible.
Bobbi said, "Here ... hold this."
She handed Joan a long tubular device that tapered down to a soft point at one end and which was ribbed at the other. "It's a vibrator, isn't it?" said Joan.
Bobbi pushed a button at the base and said, "You guessed it."
A faint humming sound rose from within the vibrator. Joan stared, hypnotized by the sound, and by the sight.
Bobbi reached out to the girl and stroked her cheek. "Relax, Joan," said Bobbi. "You'll be just fine. Nothing's going to happen to you for this."
Joan couldn't think straight. She only knew that the flames that were rising inside her cunt seemed about to consume her.
Bobbi had brought her up to the point of orgasm several times, always letting her fall back again unsatisfied, until now, there was really only one goal in her mind.
That was to relieve the tension and the pressure that was building up inside her crotch and her brain.
She watched as Joan brought the vibrator closer to her ripe, naked body.
To experience such unbridled sensations, to feel her lust and her passion set free to almost limitless levels was something that she could scarcely comprehend. It was the most awesome thing that had ever happened to her.
Suddenly, as if an electric current had just ripped through her body, she felt the point of the Vibrator touch her nipple.
The sensation was strong, but it was gentle enough that she found it delicious, instead of painful or frightening.
Bobbi ran the tip around the curve of Joan's breasts, pressing hard only at the nipple. Joan closed her eyes and let the vibrations wash through her like ripples on the top of a lake in a gentle breeze.
Inside her, she felt as though she was turning to liquid.
A long moan slid from the depths of her throat, she started to shake, and then, without warning, her hips shot up straight into the air as she fell over backwards, bouncing against the mattress.
It was as though a force outside her body had slammed her down.
She felt her thighs parting, and reached between them herself, running her fingers through her slit.
When she was a little girl she'd been told at every conceivable opportunity by her mother, "Don't touch yourself there. It's dirty. It's filthy. It's the most filthy part of your body."
Well ... she'd believed it. She'd bought it hook, line and sinker ... and now that the first glimmers were beginning to shine through that maybe her mother hadn't known what she was talking about, Joan was hopelessly confused.
But she touched her cunt, and she pressed her fingers against her clit and she tried to duplicate the sensations that Bobbi had produced down in that crucible of passion ... but all she could feel was a tingling that was close to being an irritation.
"No ... no ... " said Bobbi, "you've got it all wrong. Here, let me show you."
Bobbi eased Joan's fingers away from her cunt and replaced them with the tip of that vibrator.
Joan started to rise up off the bed as soon as she realized what was going on, but Bobbi said, "No ... no ... just relax ... I mean it. Just lie still and let me take care of everything."
"But ... " Joan began, feeling the fear inside her one more time, She felt the juices starting to flow now-felt the awesome pressures that she'd experienced earlier returning to the inner portions of her cunt.
Bobbi touched the tip of the vibrator to the outer portion of her mons Venus, keeping the pressure light.
It was a sensation that was similar to being tickled but not quite the same thing.
There was more a sensation of energy here ... more a feeling that there was a physical presence rippling through her body. And when Bobbi began to move the tip of the vibrator up her cunt, up to the very top of her slit, that sensation grew more and more intense.
Her clit was fully erect now, engorged with blood and throbbing.
She felt the vibrations sifting down through her tissues, felt them caressing her wet membranes and seep into the actual shaft of her clit.
The nerves were already inflamed. She started to cry out.
"Shhh ... " said Bobbi. "Just take it easy. Just relax. You'll be fine. You'll be fine."
Her clit felt like it was on fire.
The nerves were reacting fiercely now, and each movement farther down the center of Joan's slit brought a geometric increase in the sensations that were already starting to melt her brain.
"Oh ... God ... " she cried out, "I'll go crazy ... I swear ... I'll go crazy."
"Nonsense. You're just feeling something you've never felt before in your life. It's perfectly normal. You don't have a thing to worry about. I swear."
Joan's hips were thrusting upwards once again, and she found that not only did she not want to stop, she COULDN'T stop. Each movement seemed to increase the sensations that were slowly filling her cunt, her entire body.
A feeling as if she was swelling starting to take hold of her mind, as if she was a balloon that was slowly inflating, not from air, but from raw passion ... from raw sensations.
She writhed on the bed beneath Bobby's manipulations.
She felt the tip of that vibrator moving between her slippery cunt lips, and she pressed her hips up to meet it.
She moaned, loudly, crying out as if in pain. But there was no pain.
It was something else ... something so alien, so unexpectedly delicious that she could only react to it with the same attitudes she'd always brought to sex ... fear and pain. She cried, "NO!"
She slammed her hips up against the tip of the vibrator at the same time, increasing the pressure. Bobbi laughed. "You say no, but you're doing something else altogether, aren't you?"
She pulled the vibrator away from her slit now, just when she was getting ready to rub her clit directly across the tip of the thing.
"God ... " gasped Joan, "what are you trying to do to me?"
"Why, I would have thought that was obvious. I'm trying to make you melt. I'm trying to turn you into jelly."
Syrup was more like it. She felt the energy flowing through her like electricity through a circuit. She felt the charge being carried to each and every cell in her body, rattling her bones, shattering her composure, sizzling her nerves and singeing her skin.
Bobbi placed the tip of the vibrator at the other end of her slit now, just above the crack in her ass.
She held it there, tracing small circles as she did so.
The skin between Joan's ass and her cunt slit was extremely sensitive now.
As Bobbi moved in a gradually widening arc, the nerves grew more aroused, her muscles continued to spasm, growling more fitful as they did so, and the juices from the inner depths of her cunt flowed like water from a natural well.
Bobbi moved the tip of the vibrator up to the rim of Joan's cunt hole, traced the curve of the opening, but refused to move up farther to her clit.
Joan's eyes were closed now.
Bobbi touched the machine back to her cunt hole again and in her mind Joan saw bombs going off, felt lightning sizzling through stormy skies and felt a. sensation of weightlessness, as if she was floating.
Bobbi moved up the outer left side of Joan's cunt slit, held at the top and then started to move down the center, but she stopped before she reached the point where Joan's clit began to stick up from the flaming pink surface of her slit, moved back up to the top and instead let the tip descend along her right side. she gathered Joan's cunt lips together, pressing on them from the left side with her fingers and moving back and forth along the right side, keeping to the outer layer of flesh.
Joan cried. Really cried. Tears were starting to stream down her face from the intensity of the sensations.
Then she said to Joan, "Give me your hands."
Joan hesitated, but complied with no arguments.
Bobbi guided her fingers to the loose folds of flesh that covered her slit, and said, "Pull on them. Open yourself up. Pull them wide ... stretch them as far as they'll go."
"Why ... " said Joan, still a bit self-conscious about touching herself.
"Just do it. You'll find out."
Joan obeyed. She'd known all along that she would, that once having crossed the first line, the rest would become easier and easier ... and easier ...
She gripped her two lips in her fingers and started to pull.
Bobbi leaned close, watching with fascination. "Have you ever seen your pussy?" she asked Joan.
"No," Joan replied, momentarily horrified at the suggestion.
"You should. It's a true work of art."
"What do you mean?" asked Joan.
Bobbi laughed. "I mean it's gorgeous. Perfectly shaped. Real nice form."
"That's silly. A cunt's a cunt ... and there's no way to get around it."
"No ... THAT'S silly. Some cunts have this big gross clits that look like tiny little cocks ... some have huge lips that look like pieces of raw liver ... you, on the other hand, are perfectly proportioned.
"You're clit's a beautiful size and your lips are perfectly shaped. Here, let me show you."
She rose from the bed, walked across the room to her dresser and returned with a hand mirror.
As she walked, Joan took the opportunity to study her body. All her life, Joan had found the female form a source of endless fascination, of deep-rooted pleasure, and of hunger.
She'd never understood it, and so naturally, she'd done everything she could think of to repress the strange feelings ... but now, she felt the bonds and restraints being lifted for the first time, and it was something of a shock.
To stare, openly, hungrily, to look at her bouncing breasts, to want to nurse at them, and to know that her desire was encouraged ... that was something that she was going to have a hard time getting used to.
She realized, by the time Bobbi returned to the bed, that she was willing to let her do anything she wanted. Anything at all.
*****
Back at Piney Wood, little Audrey once again felt hands on her breasts.
Deep in the little girl's twisted sub-conscious thoughts, demons lurked.
Slurping, drooling, eye-gleaming demons, just waiting to ravish her body.
She dreamed, and in those dreams, she saw many things. She saw her home ... she saw the swimming pool out in the back yard ... she saw the patio ... she saw people ... many people ... she saw her mother and her mother's husband (third ... fourth ... it was hard to keep track) who saw her, and as he took a hit on the joint that was passed, he walked over to her.
She heard his voice, as if he was standing there.
"Audrey, you're looking beautiful today ... why don't you come over here and join the party?"
She could tell that there was something twisted and sick about the man. Everything about him projected sickness. He was oily, he was a liar ... he was loathsome.
But he was her mother's husband, and Audrey was too young to know how to go against her mother and so when her husband picked the little girl up and carried her over to the guests, she didn't know how to make him stop.
"Everybody!" he called, "this is my wife's little girl, and I want you to give her a big round of applause, because she's going to entertain us, aren't you Audrey?"
"I want to go inside," the little girl whimpered.
"No, you stay right there," he told her, setting her atop one of the patio tables.
Audrey looked around, trying to locate her mother, but when she finally found her amid the crowd, she was busily engaged in conversation with a young studly looking type (number five ... or would it be six? It was so hard ... )
"Take off your clothes for the people, Audrey," her step-dad said.
"No," Audrey whimpered.
"Come on, they're all dying to see you. Take off your clothes."
Audrey realized at that moment that she was only wearing a flimsy night-gown, that beneath the soft billowing material, she was naked ... and then, suddenly, there were no people ... none at all.
They weren't on the patio, and it was dark.
She was in her bed ... and there was someone in the room with her.
"Why don't you take off your clothes, Audrey," her voice said again.
"No," Audrey cried, her voice almost choked by the fear.
It was him, still, but he sounded different now ... he sounded menacing ... coming closer ... closer ...
"Stay away ... " Audrey whimpered, "I'll tell my mommy."
"You go right ahead," he snarled. "You're darling mommy's doing the exact same thing I want to do ... only she isn't doing it with me, little girt. And I think it's only fair that one of you makes it up to me."
"Keep away ... "
She knew then that he was crazy, that he had only evil in mind. He lunged.
It was too dark in the room for her to see him, but she sensed the movement, could almost feel the heat radiating off his body.
"HELP!" she cried as his arms connected with her.
His hand clamped over her mouth.
Fear cut like a razor through her breast. An adrenalin rush like an electric shock left her dazed.
He said, "You're going to make it up to me, little girl, aren't you? Yeah, sure, you're going to make it up to me real good."
His hand pressed more forcefully over her mouth, but it was his other hand that bothered her most.
It was moving down to her cunt.
She felt him pulling her nightgown up over her thighs, then forcing them apart, moving his hand down between them ...
"NO ... " she screamed, but the word formed only in her mind. His hand muffled the sound so that there was no chance of any of the servants hearing her ... coming to her rescue.
He shoved a finger up into her cunt now.
She shrieked. The pain was unlike anything she'd ever felt in her life.
Two years ago she'd fallen out of a tree and broken her leg and she'd been convinced that there wasn't anything in the world that could have possibly been worse than that ... but this beat it without even trying.
It was a solid object as it raced through her body into the deepest depths of her brain.
"No ... no ... no ... no ... no ... no ... no ... " she cried over and over again in her mind, but none of the words came out into the room. She was alone ... alone with the monster, and he was destroying her.
Her nightgown ripped now.
Her muscles started to spasm from fear and tension.
His fingers were up inside her virginal cunt now. The scent of whiskey was heavy on his breath. She knew that there was no way to reason with him.
The only way she could hope to survive would be to kill him ... which she didn't see much hope of accomplishing.
His fingers ripped her open now. She was certain that if he'd taken a butcher knife and cut her open, the pain could have been no worse.
Then, as her flailing hands landed upon an object and her fingers closed around it, she experienced a moment or two of confusion.
Until she realized what it was. And then, she really started to scream.
Billy Tucker had shown her 'his' out behind the boat-house earlier this summer, but she'd just looked at it and laughed. It was such a wormy looking little thing.
This was a fence post!
And she knew enough about what was going on to know what he wanted to do with it. And she knew that if he tried, he would kill her.
It was thick ... it was hard ... it was dripping some kind of oily liquid that kept getting all over her hand.
"Come on, honey, don't be this way. Cooperate with your old step-dad and nothing will go wrong. You'll be just fine."
She squirmed beneath him ... but he had her cold.
Pressing his hand against her already ripening breasts, he actually sat on her legs to keep her from kicking him.
Then, working himself around on top of her so that he was lying across her, he pinned her legs to the bed with his own.
Her thighs were spread wide.
She couldn't stop him. He moved his cock up to her cunt. He was pressing against it She felt it! It was huge! It was hard! It hurt! It hurt! Oh GOD how it hurt!
And she screamed ...
"HEELLLLLLLLPPPP!! ! "
"What was that?" asked Debbie, jumping up in bed.
Pokey, her head still buried in Debbie's crotch said "What was what?"
"That scream? It was one of the girls. Come on."
They jumped up from their bunks and threw robes around their naked hot bodies and raced out into the night.
"My God, if it's Audrey again, I'm going to get pissed."
"Don't," said Pokey. "I get the feeling something really fucked up happened to her and she keeps having nightmares about it."
"Yeah ... well ... what the hell is she doing out here then? She should see a doctor or something."
"You're just mad because you were almost ready to come, aren't you?"
"You're damn straight. I was going to explode too."
"We'll get back to it," Debbie assured her. Suddenly they saw two of the campers standing in the doorway.
"What's going on here, you two?"
"It's Audrey," said one of the little urchins.
"She's gone."
Debbie looked at Pokey. Pokey looked at Debbie. "Gone? What's that mean?"
"She screamed, she jumped up and she ran out of the cabin."
"Oh my God, we've lost a camper," said Debbie.
"Bobbi's going to have us up on the scaffold."
"Are we going to get into trouble?" said the little girl.
"No, Doria, just ... just ... hell, go wake the others up. We're going to have a search party."
"Oh goodie!! " they squealed and ran in to wake up the others.
"Do you know what you're doing?" said Pokey.
"No ... but if we can avoid bringing Bobbi out here, it will be all the better for us."
"Debbie, Bobbi's not a monster. She won't chew you up."
"Yes she is," said Debbie, "and besides, she's a real dyke and that makes me nervous."
"Really? You could have fooled me."
"Don't talk like that. And don't talk about that. Come on ... let's get some flashlights."
*****
"My God, Jimmy Bob, would you look at that."
"Shhhh!"
"Don't you 'SHHHH!' me, Jimmy Bob, I'll have your hide up on my wall if you do."
"SHHHH."
"Jimmy Bob."
"Would you shut up. I don't want to miss a damn thing. Now just hush!"
Buck, realizing that for once Jimmy Bob had his wits about him, hushed. They both eagerly turned back to the window.
*****
"Is that too much?"
"No ... yes ... no ... yes, no! I mean ... oh God ... don't stop."
Bobbi pulled the tip of the vibrator away from her cunt and watched the girl writhe.
"More ... " Joan said finally. "Please ... more ... "
"You're sure changing your tune, young lady," Bobbi laughed, gently reapplying the vibrator to Joan's cunt.
"You're changing it for me, Bobbi, and you know it."
Bobbi traced the path surrounding Joan's cunt hole now, letting the vibrating edge of the tip press lightly against the exposed head of her clit now on each circumnavigation of the perimeter.
Joan's fingers clutched the edges of her cunt lips like a drowning man clutching a rope.
She pulled them as far as they could be pulled, stretching the membranes to such an extent that there were no wrinkles whatsoever on the surface of those pink membranes.
Actually, however, they were no longer pink. The shade of her pussy flesh had darkened considerably and was now closer to crimson, brick or even a burgundy red.
As she stretched them apart, she pulled them upwards as well, forcing the membranes just beneath her clit to harden and press the bud of nerves upwards.
Bobbi switched off the vibrator.
A look of dismay crossed Joan's face. Bobbi laughed. "You're starting to act like a kid at Christmas."
"That's how I feel," she replied. "It's so delicious ... I never had any idea."
"Oh darling, there's more. There's lot's more."
"Are you sure? I don't see how anything could be better than this."
Bobbi chuckled. "You will. I promise you that. You sure will."
She lowered her lips to the girl's cunt now ... let her tongue lick all the way up the center of her wet slit. As she did so, a large glob of saliva rolled down her tongue and she spread it out. She moved her tongue back down again, pressing the tip deep into Joan's dank, steaming hole, pressing around the rim, flicking the tip of her tongue over the ruby-hued head of her clit, all the while making certain that she kept letting her saliva flow onto those slick, polished membranes.
Then, she switched on the vibrator once more, carefully aimed it, and she brought it down directly on top of Joan's clitoris.
And this time, instead of teasing the throbbing organ, she kept it right there, plastered hard against the head. And Joan began to melt.
CHAPTER FIVE
"What are you doing?" Joan cried, her head rolling from side to side. She felt dizzy. She felt the world opening beneath her, sucking her into that abyss that had eluded her before ... that had eluded her all her life, in fact. "God ... I'm losing my mind."
"No ... you're just losing your cherry."
"I told you, I'm not a virgin."
"You are as far as I'm concerned," Bobbi replied. Joan, her eyes firmly closed, didn't notice that Bobbi had removed something else from the box, but then, there was a metal sound of surfaces clinking together, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that Bobbi was holding one of those silver balls in her hand.
No ... actually she was holding more than that, since they were all joined together.
There was about four inches of string between them.
Joan didn't even bother to think about what their purpose could possibly be.
She only knew that it would push her farther out on that plane of passion that was such an alien realm in her experience.
She welcomed it. She no longer cared. She just wanted it ... as much as she could get. She was about to go berserk, but that too was fine. She just wanted it.
And then, she saw was Bobbi was going to do.
She saw it all, and for just a moment, her reflexes once more cut in and prevented her from openly embracing her fate.
She tried to close her legs up to block Bobbi's progress.
She should have known better.
"Silly girl," Bobbi chided and pressed Joan's legs apart once more. "You can't escape me. You shouldn't try any more."
Joan allowed her legs to once more be pried open. That vibrator was still throbbing at her clit, sending spasms shooting all through her muscles now.
But then Bobbi placed one of those silver balls at her cunt hole ... and that was the trick that sent her over the top. Suddenly there was a blinding flash of energy in her mind ... a series of gut-wrenching spasms, and a feeling of overwhelming warmth and closeness.
This feeling centered in her cunt, gathering together like the first swirlings of matter preparing to coalesce into a star ... and as the swirling sensations grew more dense, she felt the heat rising, until, like a star, her pussy ignited, sending an answering pulse of energy shooting up into her brain.
She started to cry out as loudly as she could.
Bobbi calmly pressed the silver ball against Joan's cunt hole, opening the rim as the force increased. And then, suddenly, it popped in.
Joan could feel the pressure grow suddenly stronger inside her body.
She started to gasp for breath. She cried out.
Her arms shot up into the air and her fingers clenched tightly, grasping at nothing. Her legs opened as wide as they could in the futile effort to expand the room that was inside her pussy hole, but the pressure was firm, solid, and, coupled with the heat pouring out of her clit now, her body was like a reactor approaching meld-down.
That abyss yawned before her.
And as Bobbi pressed the second ball into her cunt, she reached the edge, felt herself balanced over it, gazing straight down into an inky blackness that revealed no shapes or forms.
She could almost feel the icy wind blowing out of it, wafting across her naked breasts and her sweat coated skin.
She wanted it. Wanted that release ... that death that would permit rebirth into a new life ... a new personality ...
A third ball went in ... and vistas opened up in her mind ... strange alien landscapes, saturated with crystalline patterns of multi-colored hue.
Figures darted in and out from her sub-conscious, gods, goddesses, icons ...
An entire pantheon that she seemed to recognize but which danced continually just beyond her conscious recollection of ...
A fourth ball went in and now the pressure on her cunt walls seemed to be at the limits. Surely, she thought, she would split open.
And that image gave way to one of a dam breaking, but instead of a lake backed up it was a vast reservoir of blood, and floating in the red tide were the lost images of herself that had been donned and then discarded throughout her life ...
And along with them were the personas that had been draped over her shoulders like a cape, each one an external creation of someone else's doing, as if gifts she couldn't refuse but could never feel comfortable with ...
It was her blood, the blood of death, the death of each of her past incarnations, versions of herself that she'd bought from others without questioning whether or not they even fit.
She felt a fifth ball pop into her cunt.
Juices were flowing fast now, but somehow, the fear of her tissues splitting open waned, and in it's place there was a fear that her brain couldn't cope with the sensations.
It hurt ... but somehow, she felt a shift taking place in the way she experienced that pain. Some bizarre alchemical process wherein the solid pain magically transformed in the boiling cauldron of her mind to pleasure ... to ecstatic joy at it's presence.
She wanted more. She wanted to feel her body stretched out of proportion, she wanted to feel it pushed to its limits ... and then pushed a little farther.
There were five balls in her cunt now.
She knew there were six balls on the string.
Her eyes remained closed. She had a feeling she didn't want to see this.
She was right.
It was going to be rough.
Bobbi started to press the sixth and final ball against her cunt and as she did so, Joan began to moan. But at the same time she learned that there were muscles in the depths of her cunt walls that could be worked, used, forcing the objects inside her cunt to rearrange themselves ...
And then, there was just enough of a shift ... just enough of a rearrangement of the balls that were inside her body, that she was able to feel a slight lessening of the pressure from them.
And that was all Bobbi needed.
She slipped the last ball inside Joan's cunt and for just a moment, she was certain that the pain itself would rip her apart.
Her mind reeled from the awesome force of it.
The membranes in her cunt sputtered into uncontrollable spasms that wouldn't stop.
But after a minute, the pain seemed to be a little less intense.
And after five minutes, the pressure from the balls as they pushed against her cunt walls seemed not quite so severe.
Bobbi still had the vibrator trained directly on Joan's clit.
This tended to set up strong vibrations through her entire body, spasms that were timed with the movement of her muscles, with the speed with which signals were transported through her nerves ...
Bobbi pressed the tip against her clit then released the pressure, still maintaining contact, however.
She did it again. Moving the vibrator up to the top of her clit, right at the point where her two cunt lips came together, she started to push in and release with a regular rhythm.
Joan felt the tempo start to assume a regular shape, start to take on solid form, surrounding her body like rings of fire, supporting her, transporting her into a vast new dimension.
Push!
Release!
Push!
Release!
Push! Release!
And then she flicked the speed on the vibrator up a notch.
And Joan went over the edge.
She started to scream, loudly. Gut wrenching screams that seemed to spill out of a deep reservoir of lust and passion buried beneath her conscious thoughts, surprising her as much as Bobbi by the force and drive that accompanied them.
She felt the pressure reach the penultimate point, the acme of tension, ascending to a torturous degree of pain and agony, and then, miraculously, spill over into a totally different realm ... one of pleasure, pleasure so intense and so perfect, so pure and clear and clean that it seemed no one could possibly settle for anything less ever again in their life.
Her muscles went rigid, but that was apparent only to Bobbi. Joan felt nothing ... paradoxically, because at the same time she felt everything. She felt the driving, burning heat of pure sensation divorced from any vestiges of the physical world.
She felt the relentless, throbbing pulse of sheer force, a pounding energy that left her pummeled like meat tenderized beneath a butcher's mallet.
Her mind was alert, brilliantly so, yet formless as light. The pleasures of the flesh, by the time the sensations reached her brain, had been transformed into a glyph of electricity, a wisp of smoke, a transparent, formless void out of which poured an endless array of contrasting signals for her mind to sort out and make sense of.
There was no hope. She couldn't blend the opposite poles at war within herself.
Not as a body, at any rate. There was no way that the full force of pleasure and pain (not as they are experienced as mere physical sensations, but in their primal ROOT form, the archetypes of pleasure and pain) could merge in her mind. She was forced
She was forced to reach upward ... or perhaps inward. Seek that unified field from which matter and human consciousness emerges, the nothingness out of which 'something' appears, that point where emotions and sensations are broken down into their common elements, where differentiation vanishes, where all is the same, where there is nothing but the brilliance of total unity ...
Pleasure ...
Pain ...
The two forms rattled around in her mind now, winding out through a moment that seemed to last forever ... no, that's not even right. She had no concept of time, for in that realm of pure light, there is no time, whether you interpret it as the mystic would, or as the physicist might ...
Clocks wind down at the speed of light, never to move again ...
Matter expands until its mass becomes infinite ...
Could consciousness do the same? Might she become infinite? Might she expand herself to the point where there was no separation ... no warring selves within her mind and body battling for control ... ? Might she at last fuse into a single, whole person?
"Jesus," she moaned softly at the height of the storm, and the word, simply by being uttered, by creating sound, a sensation that appeared from nowhere, and then vanished back to the same place, leaving echoes and recollections, once again started the movement of time for her inside her mind, and her body reformed around the point of heightened consciousness that flamed at the center of her being like an incandescent candle that could never be extinguished.
One second ... ?
Two?
How much time had elapsed?
She couldn't have said, had no means of even making a guess.
Her name, her place in the world, the events unfolding around her-none of these things had meaning for her. As yet, the body was alone in the cosmos, a receptacle for the consciousness, but adrift in a void that was at once strange and mysterious, and deliciously beautiful.
And then she felt it, still pumping that flurry of fine, manic vibrations into her pussy, torturing her clit in a most satisfying manner ... and at that point, she began to drop away from the peak of her orgasm.
Slowly, however. Very slowly. Tendrils of pure pleasure wrapped themselves around her like a vine, lifting her, supporting her, bearing her aloft through clouds that formed purely within her mind.
"God ... " she gasped again, and at that moment, a new series of vibrations began to shake her body.
Her muscles relaxed, only to immediately grow stiff and tense once more.
And then they relaxed all over again, constricted ... relaxed ...
The cycle speeded up, signals ripping through her nerves like the glare from a strobe light into her eyes.
She tried to control it ... tried even to move her hands to that damnable vibrator seemingly fused organically to her clit, but to no avail. Bobbi was having none of that.
She calmly deflected Joan's probing hand, pushed it out of the way, and on her own removed the tip of the vibrator from the point of Joan's clit.
But she simply slid it back up the central axis of Joan's clit shaft, letting it come to rest at the top of her cunt slit.
Her two lips came together, wrapping over the swollen tissues of her clit.
She felt the movement of vibrations coursing over her tender organ, but they were less intense now, more tolerable.
Or so she thought.
Suddenly Bobbi pulled on the string. It was a short, quick jerking movement, nothing more.
That was all it took.
The end ball rested right at the opening of Joan's cunt, just inside, with her lips closed around it firmly only because they, like all her muscles, were virtually spasmodic.
She pulled once, and almost eagerly, the silver ball broke through the constricting membranes of Joan's cunt hole, spreading her lips apart for one heated moment.
Lips that were busy trying to follow the dictates of a frayed and battered nervous system ordering them to remain tightly shut.
Lips that opened only reluctantly, but opened nonetheless, forcing a violent outburst of energy back into that frayed nervous system already overtaxed to the point of complete breakdown. She screamed again, but this time it was an inward scream, one that came out into the room as little more than a gasp, a tortured moan.
But Bobbi wasn't waiting for the effects to settle. She started to tighten her grip on the string that vanished into Joan's cunt.
The first ball had sent a shock wave through her muscles and now her hole was more constricted than ever.
Bobbi pulled, just a little harder.
And then she pulled harder.
And harder.
And harder.
But just as Joan's pussy hole started to open and the gleaming silver orb peeked through, Bobbi released the pressure, instead letting the tip of the vibrator move back to the head of Joan's ruby-tipped clit.
That sent her muscles spasming wildly once more, forcing the ball back inside her cunt and the rim of her lips to shut tightly back together again.
Joan felt herself slipping back into delirium once more, felt the pressures once again overwhelming the force of her mind.
She shivered, a reaction of her entire body as it tried to cope with he pressure of that vibrating machine. Electric sensations once more began to ripple throgh her at the speed of light, turning her to light, turning her to pure sensation, pure energy ...
"Oh, God," Joan cried, feeling herself slipping away now ... feeling the pressures flowing in at her from all sides, feel the awesome heat of arousal and lust working on her cells, each and every one of them, assaulting them, melting them and letting the remains dribble away to the side ...
Bobbi jerked on the string, but again she made certain that the force exerted was insufficient to remove the ball.
The shining surface, however, once more showed itself between those wet, crimson cunt lips of Joans.
The hole spread apart as more and more of the ball was pulled into it.
Joan suddenly jerked her hips upright.
She gasped. She cried out. Her voice was approaching animal quality, but the sounds were growing in intensity.
Bobbi released the tension, but for just a second the ball remained right where it was, suspended in the exact center of Joan's cunt hole, stretching her pussy lips against the sides ... stretching them against her muscles, stretching them against the commands of her nerves ...
And once more Joan screamed. And the ball slid back inside her drenched cunt.
The hole closed up, but Bobbi could see that there were faint tremors all across the surface of her lips, tremors that increased in intensity as her eyes moved up the girl's body.
Her abdominal muscles quivered violently, sending the ripples up into her breast mounds which quivered incessantly.
She pulled now once again on the string, but this was a sharp jerking movement, as she meant it to be, and it jerked the ball from the inner reaches of Joan's cunt hole, through that moist gate, out into the room.
Joan's body jerked as if an electric current had been passed through it, which, actually, was exactly the case.
It was an electricity generated from within, an electricity that fed on itself, that used it's rate of growth as the fuel that continued that growth.
Joan's eyes were closed now, her head was thrown back, and moving her hand deliberately and methodically, Bobbi started to play the tip of the vibrator all over the surface of Joan's cunt lips.
The respite from having her clit so crazily tortured simply allowed Joan to regain a sufficient enough measure of consciousness to focus on the rest of her body, which was in a state of near disintegration. With her other hand, Bobbi tugged on the string again, more gently this time, letting the third and fourth balls slide out.
An audible 'Pop' accompanied each one as it emerged from the damp, saturated folds of her inner cunt flesh.
Her pussy, and indeed her entire crotch, were completely coated with the thick oils that were constantly being secreted from the membranes of her cunt walls.
She cried. She laughed. She writhed. She babbled. She felt things that she'd never have thought possible for one to have experienced.
She soared to high reaches and plunged to low and rude depths. She groveled.
She was reduced to the basest of elements. She became a lunatic, unable or unwilling to think, to exert the slightest measure of conscious control on a body running hopelessly out of control.
And yet, it was a lunacy and madness that were controlled yet. She was controlled by Bobbi. There was no place that she was going to go. There was nothing for her to do except allow Bobbi to work her peculiar kind of magic, a magic of transformation, and hope that whatever resulted was whole and complete.
Bobbi moved the vibrator back up to Joan's clit again, and this time she turned the motor to the highest speed.
She nudged the pliant bit of flesh with the plastic tip.
She watched the thing stretch out of shape and out of place..
She watched the girl's body start to jerk accordingly.
She felt the heat building inside her own cunt. But then, there was nothing else to expect, was there?
Why shouldn't the heat build up inside her cunt?
She was exerting the supreme rite of sexual passion, the complete control and domination of someone yet to be fully initiated into her unique form of sisterhood ... and nothing was more exciting or pleasurable for the woman.
She watched Joan writhing silently now, a sure sign that the tension was starting to once again reach a breaking point, that the girl was rising back up towards another orgasm, this one more shattering than the last.
She could have no way of knowing, of course, that Bobbi had been expertly manipulating her body to insure that she would maintain a certain level of arousal and no more.
She let the girl have her first orgasm, and then, once the girl's body had returned to something approaching normal, she brought her back up ... but only so far.
And now, clearly reaching the end of her rope, she was letting the girl soar once again.
The vibrator worked her clit over unmercifully. Bobbi slowly increased the pressure, forcing the thing to twist completely out of shape.
It was a beautiful sight to see, a cunt so totally twisted out of shape that there seemed to be nothing left for it to do but to split wide open.
She forced the tip even harder against Joan's clit, and then, without warning, she pulled it completely away.
At the same time, she jerked on the string again, a harsh, sharp jerk, pulling the remaining two balls out of her cunt in a single burst.
Joan began to scream, and then, as the force of another orgasm struck her totally exhausted body, she went completely berserk.
*****
"My God," said Jimmy Bob, stunned, dumbfounded. "I ain't never seen nothing like this, ever."
Buck was fingering his cock. "I know what you mean, Jimmy Bob. Lord God, that's some pretty pussy we're staring at."
His balls were hurting real hard. He couldn't even think, come to think of it, they were hurting so bad.
"PUSSY!! ! " is what they were saying to him. "PUSSY ... PUSSY ... PUSSY ... PUSSY ... "
A relentless chant coming up from the two of them at the same time.
They felt like a beer glass filled too full, and you know you're never going to get it back to the table before you spill it all over yourself.
Yep ... he was coming damn close to spilling all over himself, and that was one fuck of an embarrassing situation.
"Jimmy Bob," he finally said, regretfully, "I gotta get. I can't stand this no more."
"Are you out of your mind?" said Jimmy Bob. "I ain't leaving."
"You're gonna get left then. Is that what you want? They'll come and arrest you and you'll be called a pervert for wandering around a girl's camp at night and they'll put you in jail and even if they don't people'll know all about you and point fingers at you and you'll grow up being weird and twisted."
"I'm already weird and twisted, so I reckon I don't got nothing to lose. I'm sticking."
"Yeah, well, if I don't get the fuck out of here, I'm gonna be sticking too. To my Goddam jeans!"
"Oh ... that bad, huh?"
"I'm just about to whip the sucker out and whack at it till it gets sickand throws up, that's how fucking bad it is."
"That's serious, Buck."
"Damn straight. And I ain't had to whack off in damn near a long time. Whenever Buck Braddock gets horny, there's a pussy waiting."
"So ... go find it and fuck it."
"There ain't none here."
"There's nothing BUT pussy!"
"They're all tiny ... or lezzie."
"Fuck, what about all them counselors you keep promising me?"
"Look around. Do you see 'em?"
Jimmy Bob looked around."
"Don't seem to."
"There you go. I gotta get."
Jimmy Bob looked back in the window. "Oh my God ... " he moaned. "I'm sorry, Buck, if it means getting left, and going to jail, so be it. I ain't missing this for nothing."
Buck said nothing. Jimmy Bob kept on moaning. "Oh Jesus. Jesus ... I ain't never seen a paddle like that in my whole damn life!"
Buck heard that, pondered, and then figured that if he had to mess up his jeans, so be it. He stuck his head back at the window. Then he started to moan too.
CHAPTER SIX
"Oh God ... no ... no ... what are you doing?"
Bobbi smiled. "You sound worried."
Joan could scarcely move. Her body seemed to have been twisted into seventeen different versions of a pretzel, none of them meant for humans to try.
She said, "Put that down."
"My my, we aren't going to be difficult, are we?"
Joan started to rise up from the bed but Bobbi placed a firm hand on her breasts and pressed her back down onto the mattress.
"You shouldn't be in such a hurry to run, Joan. We're just getting started."
"No ... don't. Not that ... please ... not that."
Bobbi glanced at the dark object she held in her hands.
"This?" she asked innocently.
Joan's eyes were wide and manic.
"Stay away from me. You're sick. You're out of your mind. You let me go. Do you hear? Let me go. I want out. I'm finished."
Bobbi kept smiling. "You're just getting a little worried, all out of proportion, I might add. Just calm down and trust me. Please?"
She was holding a paddle in her hand. The handle was wooden, but the main body of the paddle was made of hard rubber, stiff, yet flexible enough that it would bend to pack a stronger sting.
The surface was a series of raised surfaces, pyramidal in shape, sharp at the tip.
Since it was rubber, the sharp surfaces posed no real danger, as in opening the skin. However, they could be counted on to inflict a serious pain ... again and again ... and again ...
Joan's savaged mind was running through the combinations right now, now with a great degree of efficiency, however. She was exhausted. Tapped out. Bombed out. Obliterated.
She could scarcely remember her name, let alone calculate a method of escape.
Joan had to be restrained, however. Unfortunate though that might be.
But clearly, she wasn't prepared to face this next step in the initiation, however much she'd appreciate it once through the veil.
And so ... for her own good ...
She reached down by the side of the bed and produced a pair of bracelets. Joan didn't recognize them at first because they didn't look like traditional handcuffs.
They were covered with velvet, laid over leather straps that were about two inches in width. There was a hook assembly along the interior with which they could be fastened together.
Joan simply stared dully at them. "Why are you doing this?" she asked.
Bobbi saw the passion that still flamed in her eyes. She could tell that the girl was about to capitulate on her own will ... but that would take some of the fun away, as far as Bobbi was concerned. The hunt, running the prey to ground, and then effecting the kill, were the main points of interest. She would have to understand. She WOULD understand, eventually.
She reached for Joan's arm. Joan instinctively pulled back, but Bobbi wouldn't allow it. "No you don't," she said. "You're going to do it my way ... do you understand?"
"Stop ... oh God, what are you doing? No ... NO!! "
But it was too late. Bobbi had already fastened the bracelets around her wrists, and now she clasped them together.
"No ... no ... please ... no ... "
It was such a pathetic sounding cry. If only she realized the supreme pleasure she was about to face.
But she couldn't know until she faced it. And she would. Indeed, she definitely would.
She started to flip Joan over on her stomach. But by that time, Joan was starting to get her act back together, and she tried to fight
All that meant, of course, was that Bobbi was going to have to get a little rough.
Nothing serious. Nothing Carthaginian, of course. Just a little force, properly applied. A finger down at her cunt, two ... both of them slipped up inside thee hole ...
Gripping tightly now. Forcing her to capitulate.
Hard now. Jerking on coarse pussy hair.
"Oh! Oh God!" cried Joan. "Don't. Oh God, that hurts!"
"Then stop fighting ... just relax, dearie. You'll see. Just trust me."
"You're sick. You shouldn't be allowed to run a camp. I'm going to recommend that you be dismissed. You're finished."
"No I'm not."
"You are," Joan insisted.
Poor girl, thought Bobbi. She still didn't understand.
"You're not going to do a damn thing, honey," said Bobbi, "except exactly what I tell you to do."
She didn't seem to realize that Bobbi worked out regularly. That her muscles were honed to a degree that women seldom reached.
That she was able to hold her own in a fight with most men, should that prove necessary.
She applied a little more force now. And the girl got the message right away.
Bobbi easily flipped her over onto her stomach.
She fought again, started trying to kick ... but Bobbi inserted three fingers into her cunt again, curling them around so that the tips of her fingers dug into the sides of her cunt wall with a ferocious pressure.
"Oh ... OHHHH!! " cried the tortured girl. "God, that hurts. Sotp it! STOP IT!! "
"You stop it, honey," said Bobbi. There was still no malice in her voice, and she was simply waiting for Joan to make that connection ... that there was no malice intended. That she wished the girl no ill ...
She only wanted to take her the distance. Carry her the fullway to the peaks of Sappho's pleasures ... take her down into those splendid fields of Venus's most secret imaginings ...
And she was confident enough of the end result that she was willing to risk everything to get there. For that was indeed what she was doing at this very moment. She was risking everything.
But, when she looked down at that perfect ass, those two immaculate buns, and saw that pink slit shining like polished stone between her damp, dewy thighs, she told herself that it was worth it. And it was, too.
*****
"Where are they?" asked Jenette.
"How should I know?"
"Well ... damn ... I'm tired."
"Don't worry about it. They'll be here."
"I'm hungry."
"Eat my pussy."
"I already have."
"Well ... eat it again."
"I'll get to it as soon as I get these mosquitoes off me."
"Stop complaining,"
Her fingers slid around Jenette's cunt slit again.
It was the third time that night.
Jenette's stomach muscles were starting to ache from coming so much. The problem wasn't coming, per se ... it was the fact that she had to keep quiet. That was difficult.
"Oh ... my ... God ... " her friend suddenly said. "What the fuck is goin on out at the Piney Woods?"
Jenette looked around behind her, along the west bank of the lake.
There were flashlights moving through the trees. Several.
"God ... I don't know. Maybe we should get out there."
"We're naked. Besides, I want to see who comes looking for that canoe."
"Maybe that's who they're looking for out at Piney Woods."
"No ... I don't think so. Why would they beach the canoe here if they were going over to that part of the camp?"
"I don't know. What do you want from me ... ? Answers?"
"No ... I want your pussy."
"You want a cock more. But that's beside the point. What if there's something wrong out there?"
"They'd hit the alarm. You know that. That's the first thing Bobbi tells them. Whenever there's something wrong, they hit the alarm."
"Right ... right ... "
Those fingers again ...
"Are you sure ... ?
"There's some good girls out there. They know what they're doing."
More fingers. Buried deeper. Deeper. Spreading that hole. Another orgasm coming on.
"I wish those guys would hurry up."
"Oh ... I don't know ... we can wait ... don't you think?"
Jenette had to agree.
*****
Bobbi finished tying the knot. Joan was stretched out on the bed ... beautifully, even if Bobbi did say so herself.
Her arms were stretched out ahead of her body, tied to the headboard. Her feet were spread apart, one ankle each being tied to a different leg.
All in all, a most professional job, thought Bobbi.
Her ass cheeks were already half spread apart ... mostly from the tension inside the girl's body.
She was straining at the bonds, but of course she wasn't getting anywhere. Bobbi was a pro, in more ways than one. Those knots would never come untied, not until she herself took a knife and cut the ropes.
They would, by that time, have been pulled so tight from the girl's straining movements, it would be impossible for anyone to untie them.
Very handy, convenient kind of knot.
"Joan, darling," said Bobbi affectionately, "you seem to be so worked up. So harried. What's the problem?"
"Let me go ... please ... let me go ... please ... "
By way of response, Bobbi set the paddle on Joan's buttocks.
The girl cried out ... a short, choked off cry.
Bobbi slid the surface of the thing over her smooth skin.
She felt the girl's muscles rippling beneath the paddle. She felt the energy forming at the surface of her skin.
"You are beautiful, you know that, don't you?"
Joan was crying. There would be no response from her for a while.
"Joan ... " said Bobbi, taunting her. "What's the problem? Aren't you going to talk to me?"
She raised the paddle and let it fall back onto the girl's skin.
She jumped against the ropes. The crying increased in volume and intensity.
She did it again, raising the paddle up off the girl's skin, letting it fall back ... raising it up again ... letting it fall back ...
Higher now.
And a little higher. Applying force with the drop this time. Just enough force for Joan to feel it. For her to know that more was coming.
"Stop ... please ... stop ... "
She was begging now, not in the hopes that Bobbi would answer her pleas, but simply as a release of pressure.
And then she raised the paddle, brought it down hard, and as the stiff rubber cracked against the girl's tender flesh, she pressed it hard against her buttocks.
Joan shrieked. She stuck her ass as high into the air as she possibly could.
Bobby realized that it was just a reflex, that there was nothing implied by it, but she couldn't help but find it amusing, nonetheless, that the girl was offering herself in such an inviting pose.
She took full advantage of it.
She swung and smacked the paddle hard against Joan's skin.
She screamed. Loud, long, with a full burst of stinging passion.
She then started to quivering from her head down to her toes.
Electricity was running rampant through her body.
She couldn't control herself. No matter how she tried ... she couldn't control the spasms that had her totally captive.
"Stop it ... oh God ... it hurts so bad ... I can't stand it."
"Darling," said Bobbi, keeping a light breezy tone to her voice, "You don't seem to realize that I'm hardly hitting you. For instance ... if I was to do something like this ... " and here, she swung the paddle against Joan's tormented buns as hard as she could causing a sharp crack to resound throughout the room, "you'd see that there was much more that I was capable of doing."
Joan gasped, sucking in her breath, as soon as the paddle struck.
Her body went stiff, as if a corpse already dead a couple of hours.
She started to moan now, the sound rolling from the deepest depths of her soul, pouring forth in a torrent of twisted passion and emotion.
Bobbi then smacked her again, this time much more gently.
The contrast had a strangely calming effect on Joan ... as Bobbi knew it would.
She'd undergone similar ritual of fear herself. Once in the midst of the experience, one loses one's normal sense of proportion. One finds that lesser strokes are actually met with gratitude, unabashed gratitude, simply because they don't hurt as much as the stronger ones.
She swung again, but this time, there was a difference.
Her finger tips were at the opening of Joan's cunt .
Her membranes were a brilliant crimson hue now. She was shuddering violently.
As Bobbi slowly inserted her fingers past those trembling lips, she felt the entire force of the girl's response shivering through the soft, swollen tissues deep inside her body. She pressed all the way to the knuckles. She spread her fingers apart.
She felt them forcing flesh aside, soft flesh yet, from being so swollen, pressing in firmly.
The muscles inside her cunt walls were beginning to ripple madly now.
She felt the spasms start up, and she knew what it meant.
Keeping her fingers inside, she swung the paddle again. The crack seemed to be even louder this time .
Joan's body shuddered. The membranes surrounding Bobbi's fingers squeezed tightly, as if trying to expel the intruding objects.
It as not to be, of course. Joan's throat seemed to have grown more constricted.
She seemed unable to cry out any more.
Or was it that she wasn't quite so upset as she had been? That was an intriguing thought.
For Bobbi, while expecting that such a point would eventually be reached, wasn't expecting it just yet.
But she swung again, and while there was a low grunt of pain, there seemed to be nothing to suggest that the girl was as passionately twisted as she'd been only moments earlier.
She cried, of course, but the sound was different.
She seemed to be ... enjoying it? Was that possible? So soon?
Her cunt spasmed with more and more force.
Bobbi pulled her fingers back towards the opening of that wet pussy again.
Not all the way out, of course.
She sought out the point where Joan's clit throbbed on the outside of her cunt.
Pressing in through the soft walls of Joan's cunt, she could actually feel the swollen member, pressed against it, and felt the girl respond. A gasp, no more. It was enough to tell her that there would be more ... and more ... and more ...
She swung again. Joan screamed more loudly than before.
And then, as her ass raised up in the air again, and Bobbi swung as hard as she could, Joan gasped a single word, gasped it so softly that at first Bobbi was uncertain that she'd heard correctly.
But she had.
"Yes ... " the girl had said. "Oh ... oh God ... yes ... "
And she started to swing hard, and steady.
*****
"What the fuck are you doing ... " babbled Jimmy Bob. "I wanna see."
"Aw fuck you! You bee seeing all along. Why you gotta go shoving me out of the way now?"
"Because I'm bigger than you."
"Then stand behind me and look over my head."
"I won't need to, just as soon as I take it off."
"Sonofabitch, I'm not kidding."
Jimmy Bob was starting to sound bodacious. Buck thought that was kind of funny, Jimmy Bob getting his dander up and all. Seeing as how it wouldn't take any more than a couple of swipes with his hand to break the little bastard in half.
"Jimmy Bob ... don't piss me off."
Inside the room, they could hear the girl's cries growing more passioned.
The steady crack of the paddle sounded clearly through the walls and window.
"Move the fuck out of the way, damn you."
"Don't go talking to me that way, Jimmy Bob, or I'll have to make you look like a piece of dirt."
"Aw, you talk big, but you're just full of shit."
"I'm warning you, Jimmy Bob."
"No you ain't, 'cause I'm warning you. Get the fuck out of my way."
"Jimmy Bob!"
Jimmy Bob really was pissed. He was getting pushed out of the way of what had to be the most fan-fucking-tastic show he'd ever seen in his life.
Therefore, he was required by the code that they all lived by (murkily conceived, but revolving loosely around the idea that you stomped anything that got in your way), and so he balled up his fists and hauled off and slugged Buck in the arm.
Now, it was indeed true that Jimmy Bob was a small little guy. It was also true that he earned a living during these summer months working for old Mr. Cranston's sub-contracting firm.
Jimmy Bob had been hauling ninety pound bags of shingles up a ladder on his shoulders every day for the past month or so.
He'd been in pretty good shape before the summer started. He was in perfect shape now. The point being that he packed one fuck of a wallop.
Buck, hurting as he did, let out a yelp. Then he turned to Jimmy Bob. "Okay, you sonofabitch, now it's your turn to fucking die."
*****
"There's still some lights out there at Piney Woods," said Jenette.
Roxy said, "Would you stop worrying? I'm telling you, they've got it under control. Do you see anyone running around? Do you see people acting frantic?"
"I see them moving farther from camp."
"Don't worry about it ... " she said, but then, she stopped.
They both stopped ... freezing.
Up at the main office where Bobbi lived, something was going on.
The dogs, two killer Dobermans, (well, they weren't killers unless Bobbi gave the right password, but they sure looked and sounded mean) had just begun a manic barking, throwing themselves against the fence as if trying to break through.
"My God ... " said Jenette. "Now do you believe me?"
"I'll tell you what ... " Rickie paused for a long moment. "I'll bet they'll be by this tree we're in sometime within the next sixty seconds."
*****
Bobbi was off the bed and into her shorts within ten seconds. She looked around for her shirt, pulled it over her head, slid into her tennis shoes and, as a last step, reached for her gun.
"Don't ... " moaned Joan.
Bobbi couldn't tell if the girl mean't don't leave her, don't stop, or what ...
"I'll be right back. Those dogs don't bark like that unless they heard something. You wait right here."
"Doesn't that sound a little stupid to you," muttered Joan.
Bobbi thought about it a second and then had to admit that yeah, it did sound a little stupid.
"I'll be back dear. You can count on that," She noted to her satisfaction that already Joan seemed to passively accept her fate ... and to actually be enjoying it.
That suited Bobbi just fine.
What suited her not at all was the sound of those dogs.
And what really worried her was what she'd heard at the time those dogs started barking.
Voices. Male voices. Outside her window. True, she might have been imagining it.
But Bobbi never ... NEVER ... imagined anything. Anything! EVER!
*****
"Buck," Jimmy Bob hissed as they pounded over the turf, "I don't know where we're going."
"We're going the way we're running, ass-hole, and don't stop. Listen to those damn dogs! Christ, they'll eat us like we was Big Macs."
"But Buck ... I don't know where we are."
"Shut up. Just run."
The moon was up over the trees now, though they were running through the shadows.
"They're gonna be on our asses real fast, boy, and we'd best be on our fucking way before they get to us."
They pounded over the ground, past the dark cabins huddled amid the thick patches of trees ... past the kitchen and dining hall ... past the crafts shed ... past the infirmary ...
Down to the lake. They could see it now. A shining jewel of hope. Glittering sparkles showing up through the trees.
"Oh yes, baby, here we come. Here we come."
Jimmy Bob said, "Where the fuck are we?"
"We're right where we are, now would you shut the fuck up?"
They pounded through the final layer of trees now, and then, they were through, running down the shore of the lake ... right up to--!
"Oh my God," said Buck. "It's gone. Jimmy Bob, the canoe's gone."
"Don't you fucking tell me that, Buck. I don't want to hear that."
"I ain't kidding you, Jimmy Bob. Lookit here, right here's where we pulled her up onto the shore. Oh Lord God, we're gonna be ate up alive by them monsters."
"Fuck that, I'm swimming."
Buck grabbed his arm. "You damn fool! Do you realize what you're saying?"
"Fuck YEAH! I'm going swimming!"
"You wanna get ate by a gator? This fucking lake's filled with them."
Jimmy Bob thought a moment. "I'll just wade out where they can't smell me."
"Who, the gators?"
"No the dogs."
"No good. There's moccasins out there in the weeds. You'd be dead before we got you to the other side of the lake."
Suddenly there was a marked shift in the sound of the dog's barking.
Before, they'd sounded hopelessly frustrated, which suited Buck just fine, seeing as how what they wanted more than anything was to chew his ass off, and it'd do real well to keep 'em frustrated.
But there was a new sound ... a sound that said, "Hot damn, let me at 'em."
"Oh God, Jimmy Bob, here they come."
"Buck ... we're gonna die."
For once, it looked like Jimmy Bob knew what he was talking about.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Pssst!" Silence.
Except for the manic barking of the dogs. "Whazzat?"
Jimmy Bob there, scared so bad he's gonna piss, except that his cock's still throbbingly hard and pissing's a real exquisite torture under those conditions.
"Psst!"
"Damn, Buck, you hear that?"
"Yeah," said Buck, peering off into the gloom. "That tree over there, hanging over the water ... "
"Pssst! Assholes. You'd better move."
"Christ, let's go, Jimmy Bob."
"NO!" came a decidedly female voice. "Through the water. They'll think you got away."
Buck frowned, then realized that whoever it was, wasn't too fucking stupid no matter how you looked at it. "Let's haul ass, Jimmy Bob. We gonna die otherwise."
They plunged into the water, shoes jeans and all, and plowed a straight course through the gooney weeds that grew at the water's edge towards the oak tree with the branches of salvation and the mysterious voice that seemed to have dropped out of heaven like divine salvation.
. "Please God," Buck prayed, "I'll go to church ... some ... and I'll stop fucking ... some ... if you'll just spare my sorry ass this one time ... "
They heard the dogs getting closer.
Buck was just about ready to believe that they could hear the padding of feet over the rich dirt.
"Where ... ? " called Buck once underneath the tree.
"Over there," came the voice. "Hurry."
They didn't need to be told that. Those dogs were sounding hungry. "Dinner ... Dinner ... Dinner ... " one of them was growling, and the other was yelping "Raw meat ... Raw meat ... Raw meat.. ! ! "
Buck had heard enough to last him a lifetime.
He calculated the distance, shrewdly guessing that he wasn't going to get another shot at it, crouched down, and then launched himself like a Polaris missile out of the water, wrapped his fingers around the branch, and, though it sagged, and his butt dripped down into the water again, he held on, scampered back towards a thicker part of the thing and scurried up into the tree.
"Come on, Jimmy Bob," he said. He knew the dogs were seconds away.
"I'm too short," Jimmy Bob said. "I can't reach."
Aw shit, thought Buck. Nonetheless, he moved back down on the branch until his weight lowered it enough for Jimmy Bob to grab hold of it.
When he was close enough, Buck grabbed his hand. "Come on, man. They're already in the fucking trees."
And suddenly, they were safe. For the moment. "Don't say a fucking word," Buck whispered to Jimmy Bob, momentarily forgetting the fact that they'd been more or less rescued by a female voice which, as yet, had no female body to go with it. But Buck wasn't all that slow, and pretty soon he'd make that connection. But right now, he was watching two monster shapes ripping out of the brace of trees, shooting like bullets for the water, plow straight in, not realizing that it was water ... and then let out cries of confusion.
They quickly realized that they were no longer on land, however, and quickly rectified the situation, setting noses in high gear as they scoured the ground, trying to figure out what happened to the scent.
Buck's heart was pounding madly. Jimmy Bob was breathing hard and heavy, a real problem considering that he was also trying to breath silently.
Now they could see a third figure coming out of the woods, a person. She had a light they could have used at a Broadway opening. She turned it on and started to flash it around.
"My God," Buck whispered softly under his breath.
The light was so powerful it didn't matter that they were hidden in the leaves. The damn thing would just vaporize the whole damn tree.
She (for they could see that it was a woman, Buck figuring that it was most likely the one they'd been watching with the paddle-not someone they wanted to mess around with) flashed up and down the shore and then paid close attention to the footprints and scrape marks that the canoe had left on the beach. Suddenly Buck realized a few things. She was the enemy, but SHE didn't know where the canoe was.
Oh yeah. He remembered the voice.
Who was it? He looked around, tried to make out the forms that were in the tree with them, but it was too dark.
Then suddenly the light flashed through the leaves.
No ... no ... no ... said Buck to himself. Don't. Please, don't.
She looked like she was going to walk over.
But then, suddenly, she changed her mind.
She said something to the dogs, and then she took off in the opposite direction, the dogs following along.
"Wha ... ? " Buck mused, half-aloud.
He looked off in the direction she was going, and saw, about a third of the way around the lake more lights, moving around in a rather frantic manner.
He didn't know what it was ... he didn't care. He just knew that they were safe.
And now, he turned back to one of those forms he'd discerned next to the two of them. As the light had played through the leaves, there'd been very little to see, so densely arranged on the branches were they.
However, he'd seen something that he couldn't believe.
Now, he was going to check it out, try to determine if he was crazy, or if he'd stumbled into the answer to all his dreams.
"Uh ... are you ladies just sort of sitting here ... waiting for something ... or what?"
They couldn't be ... could they? Were they really ... naked?
There was a slight giggle. Then another.
"You guys looked pretty fucking funny coming out of the woods like that," said one.
"I almost started to laugh out loud," said the other.
Buck decided wisely that those comments called for no response that was within his capabilities, so he dove straight for the matter at hand.
"Are you girls buck-assed naked, or what."
"Yeah ... wanna join us?"
What?
Was he hearing things? "You're serious?"
"Shit, Buck," said Jimmy Bob, "you doubt them? Of course they're serious."
Little Jimmy Bob, mused Buck. He just moved over on the branch and worked his way around the trunk. "Howdy ladies. Don't know who you are, or what you're up here for ... or what you're up for in general ... but my name's Jimmy Bob. Much obliged."
"I'm Rickie."
"I'm Jenette."
"I'm Buck," said Buck, not wanting to be left out, reminding himself to pound Jimmy Bob's ass later, on general principles if nothing else.
"Like I said," said one of the naked nymphs, "why don't you boys join us."
"Here, in the tree."
"Good point. Where should we go."
"We had a canoe ... but it's gone."
"No it's not. We hid it."
"Fucking bitches."
"We wanted to make sure you'd have to wait long enough for us to catch you."
Buck was listening to all this, making the right responses, but he couldn't quite get it through his head. This was pussy they weren't going to have to work for.
No ... it went further than that. This was pussy that had conspired, consciously, to trap him and Jimmy Bob ... and now, they were gonna take the two of them off somewhere and fuck them ... from the sounds of things.
"Look, ladies," said Buck, awkwardly, "I don't want to ... heh heh ... misunderstand you or nothing ... I mean ... I'd hate for us to get different ideas about what all this might be about."
A hand reached out of the darkness. like a bat, it homed in blind right on his cock.
Good firm, strong, decisive fingers, from the feel of things. "That clear up any questions?"
It did indeed.
*****
"Over here," said the one called Rickie, even now nestled affectionately in the crook of Buck's arm. Buck had his paddle in the water, and Rickie had her fingers around his cock.
Nice combination, on the face of it. There were, however, nicer ones ahead.
"In here?" said Jimmy Bob, turning the canoe in towards the bushes. "It's pretty thick."
"No ... it clears out. See ... right over there ... "
Then Buck saw the opening and aimed the canoe for it. They glided into a small inlet, shrouded with thick tendrils of Spanish moss hanging down from the cypress trees.
"Lord, how'd you know about this in the dark?" asked Buck.
"We work here, dumb-ass."
"Oh," said Buck. Bitch. Properly chastened, he contemplated methods of retaliation, but since they all involved violence on a scale grand enough to call a halt to the up and coming fuck, he rejected them. He was a big enough man to swallow his pride for some bona-fide pussy.
They thudded gently to a halt.
"Now where the fuck are we going?" asked Buck. I damn sure don't feel like getting pine cones up my ass or nothing."
"Oh ... I get it. A softie," said Rickie. "Okay. We'll do it right here."
Buck was still trying to get used to the idea that they were both naked as jay-birds, and that they didn't seem to mind, on top of it. They were just merrily bouncing along, boobs a bobble, cunts spread and juicy (he knew because he'd already gotten his fingers wet and found the water to be just fine) and these girls were not only unconcerned about that fact, they couldn't wait to get cocks up inside 'em.
Sweet, to be sure. But a little intimidating. In fact ... it was real strange ... and now that he thought about it ... there did seem to be this Godawful limpness down there between his legs, where before there'd been a throbbing python of lust--!
Oh no! Don't go thinking like that, Buck Braddock, he told himself. You're just asking for trouble, you go thinking like that.
She said, "What about it, honey? You wanna do it here?"
She was hot. Christ! He could smell her cunt from here.
Uh ... no ... actually. It wasn't her cunt that he smelled. It was her fucking face!
"What kind of perfume you wearing, doll," he asked.
"None, why?"
Buck was silent a moment, then he said, "Just wondering."
She chuckled under her breath and drew her face very close to his. "You mean, my cheeks and my lips smell something like ... (and here she clearly ran her fingers between her legs). . .like this?"
She held her fingers up to his nostrils. "Yeah ... uh ... more or less ... you know ... ? "
She chuckled again. "Yeah ... I know, darling. Tell me ... " she said, starting to toy with his hair, nibble at his ears, lick his neck, kiss him ... do all manner of deliciously weird things to him ... "why would you think my cheeks and my lips smell like my pussy?"
"Gosh, I dunno. I mean, you can't get down there, can-"
Dumb ass.
"Oh ... I get it."
"Do you?"
"Mmmmmm hmmm. You mean ... "
"Yep. Well come on, boys are pretty scarce around here. Why do you think we were waiting in the tree for you two. We weren't about to let you out of our grip."
"Yeah ... but it looks like you were pretty good at improvising while you were at it."
"Mmmmmm ... well ... she's got a sweet little pussy, I'll say that for her. But then, so do I."
She took Buck's fingers and placed them between her legs.
Buck let his fingers crawl up between those sweet lips, found that he was in heaven and furthermore, that it not only met all his expectations, it was a damn sight better.
His cock, for the record, quickly became stiff.
"Oh ... yeah," she whimpered in a deep, husky voice as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft. She squeezed it. Her fingers closed around his cock like soft angel hair.
Warm, gentle, insistent ...
She squeezed hard, but somehow, in her hands, it didn't quite feel hard.
It felt perfect ... that's how it felt. It felt perfect. She knew how to play the tip of his cock by forming a ring out of her thumb and forefinger. She moved gently up and down the shaft, scarcely more than an inch in either direction.
But she went so damn slow that he couldn't really tell how long she was taking ... how much of his cock she was working on, or much of anything else.
He had one hand on her boobs and one up her cunt, with his thumb starting to stick up her ass-hole. She seemed up for all of it, and more.
He was really getting off on her.
She was more than the answer to his prayers, more than his dreams come true.
She was the dream he'd have been dreaming all along, if it had only occurred to him to imagine that someone like her could exist.
"Harder," she said to him. "My tits. Squeeze them harder."
He did as she asked. "More," she said. Again he complied. His fingers were sunk deep into the soft, curvaceous mounds of her breasts. But, she seemed to love it.
"Bite my nipples. Please ... "
"Hey, you don't have to beg, darling ... I promise you. I'll do anything you want."
He pulled his fingers from her cunt and wrapped both hands around her right tit.
They were, in a word, huge.
He squeezed it again, just for good measure ... and then, guiding the hard nipple into his mouth, he let his lips wrap around it.
He closed the sharp edges of his teeth around that brown bud of tight flesh, sucking into his mouth. He bit down, and felt the tight bud of flesh springing between his jaws.
It bounced like a miniature rubber ball.
She gasped, but she leaned harder against him, keeping her hand wrapped firmly around his cock.
She stroked it with stronger strokes now, pulling up all the way past his glans, then letting her fingers slide back down the full length of the shaft.
She moaned as his teeth started to close in on her nipple.
"The other one," she said.
Buck switched to the other nipple, but no, that's not what she had in mind.
"No ... no ... " she said. "Both. At the same time."
Well ... there was no doubt that her tits were big enough for him to close her two nipples together ...
It's just that he'd never thought of it ... and for that reason, he once again found himself wondering where he'd been all his life as far as women were concerned.
The idea that someone like this could have evolved completely past his knowledge of her was just a little too much for him to cope with.
He sucked both nipples hard, then let his teeth close around them. Surprisingly, something that he would have thought to be the exquisite joy in the world suddenly became hard. He hated to think that he was a coward, but that's what it came down to. He was afraid to go the distance here ... and she knew it.
"Come on, cowboy ... don't disappoint me. I need it, baby. I've been without all summer long, and you are my salvation."
He started to bite harder.
And then, he found to his joy that he wasn't a coward after all.
Unfortunately, he was also getting ready to come.
And that would never do at all.
"Oh Jesus," he gasped, but it was too late.
"What's wrong, dear ... oh ... I see," she said as his jism started to spurt all over the place.
"Hmmmm ... well you know what that means?" she asked.
Buck gulped, feeling damn stupid. "What."
"Well, first it means I gotta clean you off. That's what it means."
She dropped down to his cock, started to suck, and by the time she had him cleaned off, he could actually feel some life starting to return to it.
Her lips worked the shaft with perfect pressure, moving up ... sliding back down ... her tongue darting in and out and in between all the while ...
Yeah ... this girl knew just what she was doing.
He felt her fingers playing with his ass-hole, his balls, his cock ... her mouth was everywhere ... and damn if she didn't clean him all the way off too.
Then she said, "Now darling, I've got all night ... but I'll just bet you we get you good and hard before that. What do you want to bet?"
Buck said, "I'll go along with that. You gotta understand what we was doing before you all saw us charging down through those trees."
"Oh ... playing the Peeping Tom, were you?" Buck told her about the session he and Jimmy Bob had witnessed.
"I don't believe it," said Rickie. "Oh yeah ... it's true."
"Jenette ... did you hear that?" No answer.
"Hey Jimmy Bob, tell 'em what we were looking at." Still no answer.
"Are they up there?" asked Buck.
She said, "Oh yeah ... but I don't think it'd be very nice to bother them ... in fact, I think we could take a cue from them ... don't you?"
And before Buck could answer her, she'd fed a nipple back into his mouth.
She followed with the other nipple.
Then she pulled his hand down between her legs.
Buck got the idea eventually.
*****
She strained harder ... harder ...
The velvet bracelets hurt ... not physically, but in a different sort of way ... a way she couldn't quite imagine ...
Between her thighs, a fire raged, one that frightened her to death.
Her buttocks remained raw, tingling from the beating she'd been given. And the most incredible thing of all was the fact that she was hoping that Bobbi would return and do it again ... and again ... long into the night ...
She pulled again ...
Somehow, that was part of it ... pulling, straining to free herself, knowing in advance that it was futile ... that there was no chance of her breaking out of the bonds.
That made it safe to try, to exert energy, to raise the level of her arousal higher and higher with each failure ...
Oh God, it was all so confusing ... she knew only that she had never been so aroused in her life.
She thought about it again ... about those fingers on her cunt ... and that tongue ...
Her spread legs ... her buttocks opened, her ass-hole peering straight up at Bobbi ... and that paddle ... that awesome, awful paddle ...
Oh God ... she wanted it more. God help her ... she wanted it ... so bad ...
*****
Little Audrey ran through the gloom. She didn't understand now why she was running, only that she was frightened, that she was scared out of her wits ... that her mind had stopped working ... and she had to keep running. Why?
It made no sense. But then, she was a little girl, and there's very little that ever truly makes sense to one her age. But she ran ... and ran ... and ran ...
Buck's teeth closed around the tight buds of her nipples with more force than he would have ever believed a woman could tolerate, and the cunt was asking for more.
It wouldn't be too long before he started to get a tired jaw, and then wouldn't he look like a stupid ass?
He chewed, he bit, he slid his teeth in opposite directions over her nipples ...
She just kept asking for more ... and more ... and more ...
His fingers were up inside her cunt now, three of them ... spread wide apart, and she didn't seem to mind. Christ! The perfect woman. She fucking LIKED it rough.
Which suited him just fine because he liked to give it out rough, and the rougher the better he liked it. Yessir ... this little lady was going to work out jus fine ... just fine indeed ...
He rammed his fingers as hard up her cunt as he possibly could ... and what do you think she said? You guessed it. "Oh yeah ... more ... more ... more ...
CHAPTER EIGHT
Down in the depths of Buck's balls, a fire was starting up.
He could feel it now, feel the tingling sensations starting to rise inside his cock and all around his thighs. It was one of those weird sensations you couldn't ever really describe ... you just sort of had to know it ... you just sort of had to be able to experience it ... and he was experiencing it now.
It was working ... his cock was getting hard again!
He wanted to jump up and shout for joy, but that would have accomplished nothing ... and it would have meant dropping her tits out of his mouth ... and seeing as how her tits were just about the sweetest things that he'd ever had in his mouth, that was something he didn't want to do at all.
"More ... " she moaned, still.
The bitch was fucking insatiable. He was starting to fear that he would chew right through her.
He bit as hard as he could now. Slowly pulling his head back, keeping his teeth firmly clamped around her nipples, he started to stretch her tits.
As her breasts stretched more and more out of shape, he brought his fingers up to them wrapped them around her breasts, squeezing as hard as he could.
He kept her nipples in his mouth, but he was able to feel a groove that the edges of his teeth were actually starting to dig into the surface of her nipples.
She moaned softly to him, but it was obvious that she wasn't about to tell him to stop.
She loved it, in other words.
His cock was starting to expand fully now, and actually was getting stiff as a fucking board.
He knew that, seeing as how he'd already shot once, if he could ever finally get it fully erect, it would stay that way till dawn, and that suited him just fine.
She squeezed, felt the tension, approved heartily and said, "I think you're ready. I KNOW I am."
Up at the front of the canoe, they could hear the grunts and groans and moans of Jimmy Bob and Jenette, and Buck wanted fervently to contribute to the din.
She raised herself up off the canoe and wrapped her legs around him.
Her cunt was dripping. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, gripping her lips and stretching them to make sure her hole was opened.
"Mmmmmm ... you don't have to worry about that," she assured him. "It's juicy and slick ... but you can keep doing that anyway. Pull on them."
"You really like to be hurt, don't you?"
"Hurt? Honey ... this ain't hurting. This is normal. This is fun!"
He thought 'Whatta broad!" and guided his cock to the opening between her thighs.
She eagerly started to settle down on him.
"Oh ... God ... yeah ... yeah ... yeah ... " she said as his cock touched her cunt hole.
He hadn't even started to penetrate her yet ... but she was already working overtime on her orgasm, and he knew that by the time it finally hit, it would be a monster.
She wiggled her hips in a most delightful manner as she let the weight of her body fall more firmly on his cock.
She'd been right about one thing. There was so much juice at the opening of her cunt that the friction was almost non-existent. But that was the beautiful thing about cunt juice. It made it slippery ... but it didn't cut out the feeling ... like maybe whoever designed cocks and cunts knew exactly what they were doing.
The membranes in her cunt started to spread apart now.
She reached up to her tits, lifting each one and aiming the nipples right at his mouth. "Please ... " she said, and how could he turn down a request like that?
He opened his mouth and drew them in again.
"Bite them," she said, and he started to, provoking a lot of moaning and groaning from her all over again, but then he stopped, mainly because his jaw was tired. Instead he just licked with his tongue and sucked on the buds of flesh.
That must have seemed like he was teasing her, because she started to writhe and go berserk again.
Her breathing was getting hard and heavy.
"More ... " she said, but since she was dropping herself down around his cock, and the thing was just about the full way up inside, he figured that she'd take care of things just fine.
He was right, as it turned out.
She slowly lowered herself, until at last she was there, all the way.
He felt the head of his cock pressing against the back wall of her cunt, stretching it out, but she seemed more than willing to take it and more.
"Can you stick a finger up there too," she asked.
"Christ, you don't want much, do you?" he asked.
But the truth was, he was loving every second of it.
She had him running around in fits, and he'd never been in such a state this heavily before in his whole damn life.
He'd gladly stay right where he was, too.
He reached down between her legs to the rim of her cunt hole. The base of his cock (a finely proportioned rod no matter how you measured it) and could tell that he already had her stretched just about as far as she was meant to be stretched. He pressed against her cunt lips and then slid his fingertips over her clit, (making her jump so bad they almost tipped the whole damn canoe and provoking Jimmy Bob to make nasty comments which were totally ignored) but for the life of him he didn't see how the hell he was going to get his fingers up into that slit. The thing was just too damn tight!
He said, "I don't know, honey ... "
"Do it," she said. "Just do it. You can do anything you want. Do you hear? You can do ANYTHING you want. I don't care."
He took a deep breath and started to push.
The membranes were tight as a drumhead, but he was strong as an ox and that's all it took ... a little pressure firmly applied. Pretty soon he felt her giving way to the insistent push of his fingers.
Deeper ... deeper ... deeper ...
And then, damn if he wasn't opening her up even farther, sticking those fingers right up inside her.
She cried then. God, it was a beautiful sound!
She whimpered, her voice got all quivery and she just babbled a stream of nonsense baby-talk.
It was the most beautiful music he'd ever heard in his life, truth be known.
She shuddered, she shook, her cunt dripped and his fingers (two of 'em, one on each side of his cock) pressed on home into her cunt.
Then she said, "Now keep them there. I mean it. Don't let them fall out."
"Yes SIR!" said Buck.
She chuckled. "You learn fast."
Buck got the feeling she wasn't kidding.
She raised herself back up off his cock. He had to slide his fingers with her, keeping at least the tips up inside her cunt, but that didn't seem to bother her any.
The juice all over his cock and her cunt made it easy for him to follow her, and when she dropped back down onto him, the rim of her cunt hole spread apart once more.
She gasped loudly, her entire body shivering. Buck started to chew on her tits again with renewed vigor.
He bit down hard, slowly pulling his head back as he did so. Farther ... farther ... stretching her breasts ...
He felt the muscles inside her cunt gripping his cock with renewed vigor.
Ripples starting down in the innermost depths of her cunt well shuddering out to the opening ... harder ... faster ... deliciously liquid and sensual ...
like vibrant fingers caressing his cock. Hundreds of them, thousands of them, an ocean of fingers.
She gasped more strongly now, shuddering through each and every cell in her body, the muscles starting to quiver and shudder.
She raised herself upon his cock, lowered herself again, raised herself up ...
He bit more deeply into her breasts. He pulled his head back farther, farther, stretching those delicious mounds of flesh ... and she loved it ... every second ... every inch farther that she was stretched, she seemed to eat it up ... draw energy from the pain ... if that's what it could be called when she was getting off on it so much.
Her hips rolled violently now against his cock.
She let him ram up against her, and then she fell back down onto him again.
The head of his cock was like a piercing sword, ramming the full distance.
Smashing against the back wall of her cunt, ripping back through the juice, the muck, the soft membranes, the fleshy tissues ...
He pulled her breasts so hard now they were like tightly wound rubber-bands.
Both of them. The pressure was starting to hurt his jaw he was pulling so hard.
And then, finally, her nipples sprung free, as they surely had to.
He could almost hear her ripe mounds of flesh springing back with a cartoon-like 'BOING-G-G!' as they bounced around merrily on her body.
He leaned his head forward and sucked her left nipple back into his mouth and started to pull back on her breast once again.
His fingers remained inside her cunt, along with his cock, stretching her cunt hole as wide as it seemed she could possibly be stretched.
She moaned, she groaned, she gasped for breath, she cried out, but nothing in her voice suggested anything besides extreme pleasure ... or extreme something ...
"More, more, more ... " she moaned.
"Lord, I keep thinking you're going to come up with another word," muttered Buck.
"Silly boy," she said, starting to laugh, then, finding herself seized by another wave of ecstasy, she collapsed instead forward, letting her hips actually rise up off his cock.
He felt the head suddenly sprung free, felt it flopping around in the night air seeking in vain for that comforting crack in which it had been so delightfully nestled.
She seemed to be a little dismayed at the results herself.
"Oh, my God ... my God ... " she gasped, reaching down between his legs, pulling on the head as she tried to stuff it up inside her cunt again.
"Hey!" came a cry from up in front of the canoe, "you two take it easy! You're gonna tip us right over, damn it!"
Jimmy Bob was right. The canoe had started to jerk crazily from side to side. Seeing the obvious course of action that would result, Buck did the only thing he could possibly do, and that was to pull her down onto him as fast as he could.
Wrapping his arms around her waist he jerked her off her feet, thrusting his cock up against her cunt in the process, just to keep her happy, you understand, and pulled her down onto his body.
He leaned back too far, however, and started to slip off the seat, cracking both his head and his tailbone in the process.
"OH SHIT!" he gasped, once again rocking the boat precariously.
"I'm warning you, Buck," said Jimmy Bob, "you're gonna fucking sink us all."
"Fuck you," said Buck, "I'm wounded."
"Ohhh ... is the poor baby wounded," Rickie enthused as she surrounded Buck in the enormous folds of her breasts. Her fingers were already stroking his cock. "Gosh, maybe it's just me," she said, "but you feel healthy as an ox.
Buck was going to say something, but then, feeling the sensations rising through his balls as her fingers worked their magic, decided that maybe she'd already said it the way it was meant to be said.
*****
The nightmare world closed in around were with unrelenting force. Little Audrey would have realized she was hopelessly lost, except that her panic had reache the stage where she could no longer contemplate anything. She was simply afraid. Completely out of her mind, afraid.
She felt the presence of night forms all around her, a living, threatening presence.
Shadows took on life, objects really were moving. It wasn't just her imagination.
She ran, still half in the nightmare world of her home, finding that the nightmare surrounding her was just as real and just as threatening, and was therefore nothing more than a continuation of that fearsome dream that had so shattered her sleep.
She couldn't tell, in other words, the difference.
Thick vines slapped her face. Low hanging twigs and branches scraped her shoulders.
Mud coated her slippers and tall wet grasses stung her thighs.
She was crying, but her mind registered none of it. All she knew was that cold, black fist gripping her entire mind, body and soul, driving her farther ... harder ... further ...
And then, suddenly, as if a ray of light amid a raging storm, she heard something.
Laughter ...
*****
She pressed her thighs together, squeezing them as hard as she possibly could manage.
Joan's clit remained hard and stiff from the moment Bobbi had left her ... and now the raging furnace within her cunt could no longer be ignored. She had to deal with it.
She had to tend to it. She HAD to do SOMETHING!!
And so, she squeezed her thighs and pressed her muscles hard.
And she felt the pressure seeping through her tissues to the depths of her cunt.
She felt the rising force of her cunt nerves starting to trigger other reactions inside her body.
In her mind, she tried to recreate that moment, just before those awful dogs had started to bark, that moment of supreme sensation, when her body was a finely tuned instrument capable of giving and receiving energy throughout the whole psychic spectrum ... when she'd felt her mind opening up ... when she'd felt the sensations of her nerves as nothing more than the physical manifestations of something much more fundamental, much closer to the primal truth of her body, of her entire existence. She wanted it back.
She wanted to once again live in that moment, see again the vast dimensions that had suddenly opened up in her inner consciousness ...
Had Bobbi produced that?
Or was it something that had always been there, simply waiting for that 'special' stimulus to nudge her over the edge?
It mattered little to her. She only knew that there was a mad craving inside of her, and the fire at her cunt was only one expression of it.
She rubbed her thighs, forcing them as tightly together as she could possibly manage, and as she did so, the subtle vibrations slowly worked their way through the dense bulk of her cunt membranes, the thick lips covering her clit, and the sensations rose in intensity, the heat grew more fierce, and then, she felt the flash of light once more inside her body ... or was it inside her brain?
It made no difference. The light grew. Juices flowed between her cunt lips.
Her arms, still fastened securely above her head, pulled vainly against the ropes. The sensation of helplessness increased her passion.
She rubbed her cunt now against the blanket, finding that she was just able to force contact with the material and her clit.
She wanted to cry, her elation at that seemingly simple discovery was so boundless. She screamed, she rammed her clit across the bedspread, and she screamed some more.
She worked faster. The friction tore over her body, the sensations ripped through her nerves, ad her mind, already in a dazed state, started to melt.
"Oh ... God ... God ... God ... God ... "
She moaned the word over and over, not even realizing that there was no one there, not caring in any event.
Her clit throbbed, the blood pulsed through the swollen tissues, and her cunt juices oozed in a steady stream from inside her cunt.
In the same way, a stream of energy flowed constantly from the center of her mind, energy that suddenly found a focus as she began to conceptualize an image ... a person ... a person like Bobbi ... not Bobbi, but a worthy surrogate ...
A telesmatic image, an invoked force, assuming human form since that was the simplest form for her to cope with ...
And her every desire brought the focus of that energy between her legs.
She felt outside her body, felt like she was looking at a gigantic, three-dimensional movie screen ...
She could see every curve, every fold, every color variation in her cunt membranes.
Her slit was wide apart. She could stare up into that dark hole and see all the way to her soul.
And then, the force field invoked reached out to her cunt ... and fingers touched her. She felt them! They were real fingers! Yes, they were real. Not a figment of imagination, or, if so, then the imagination and its figments is a much more powerful force than ever before imagined ...
Fingers on her clit ... stroking her clit, pinching her clit, scraping over her clit ... She was coming.
Oh yes ... she was coming ... and it felt good ... so good ... so hot ... oh God yes!!
And everything, God, it looked so beautiful ...
"In ... all the way."
Her instructions were curt and terse, and Buck was only too willing to follow them.
She straddled him, he raised his hips and the head of his cock entered her cunt hole.
The rim spread apart. The tissues spread to either side, and as he kept a firm grip on her tits, the head of his cock started its slow steady progression into her cunt.
She lowered herself the full distance, and then she started to work her hips over his cock, rolling them to all sides, fast ... slow ... hard ... gentle ...
She was manic in her movements.
He gripped her breasts like he was holding on to them for all the support that he required in his life.
His fingers clutched them tightly. She couldn't get enough of his cock.
"God ... doll, you don't know ... you just don't know ... you really don't know ... "
Harder, more forcefully now, jerking her hips back, holding them, and then jerking them forward again in another violent thrust, she forced his cock to penetrate to every single dark point inside her pussy.
She was ravenous. She was like a hungry animal. She was insatiable.
"Yes ... yes ... yes ... yes ... Oh God, it's hot ... it's hard ... it's soooo big ... "
Her voice was growing at the same time deeper and softer ... until finally it was nothing more than a strangled gasp yet packed still with emotion.
He left her tits finally, moving down to her cunt, then around to her ass, gripping her two firm buns solidly, holding her, anchoring her against him, and then ramming up into her hard, fast, so fast she couldn't have followed the strokes if she'd even wanted to, or been able to.
She simply knew that her orgasm was just about on her ... and finally, in a last act of capitulation, her muscles went completely limp and she fell across him like an empty potato sack, letting his cock rip through her however it felt like, allowing the sensations to carry her, a passive passenger on a rocket ship to the vast spaces inside her.
She went rigid. The canoe shook, but Buck had stayed right where he'd fallen the last time, rightly figuring that since he was at the bottom of the canoe, there was no place left to fall, and with this lowered center of gravity there was much less risk of tipping the thing over.
He slammed into her again and again, feeling her start to spill over the edge. "God ... God. . God ... oh yes ... yes ... yes ... yessssssssssss!! " she screamed.
And then, there was silence. A vast, empty silence ... and breathing ... and a scream, agonized this time, strangled, a choked, gurgling scream ... as if someone was killing her ... and in a way that's what was happening. For a moment, she died, or at least her sense of self vanished. For a moment she was cut adrift in a timeless, spaceless realm that knew no boundaries or borders. She sucked in a breath once more and Buck felt the whole cycle start over again. His balls were at the edge themselves.
A thrust ... a jerk ... another thrust ... and then, he was coming. It was like lightning flashing through him.
His balls didn't have a lot of juice to produce, but the energy expended was intense, awesome ... almost paralyzing.
His cum started to squirt out of his cock, filling her cunt. Juice was everywhere.
They were swimming in it, bathing in it. It was magnificent.
And then, they heard a little child cry out "HELP!! ! ! ! " and that pretty much broke the mood.
CHAPTER NINE
"Over there," cried Bobbi to Debbie. They had circled the lake, Bobbi managing to pick up various tracks that she assured Debbie belonged to the missing little girl.
Damn her, thought Debbie, contemplating little Audrey. The kid had been a problem ever since she'd come to camp, and now she'd thrown the entire unit into an uproar, ruined a good night's sleep and gotten her and her co-counselors in dutch with Bobbi who hated anything whatsoever to go wrong, no matter what it was.
She broke into a run.
Considering the fact that they were moving through virtual swampland, that was a difficult feat.
She shone the flashlight on the area ahead. Then she let out a piercing whistle, and within seconds the growls and barks of her two Dobies came echoing through the trees.
Debbie stopped. She wasn't about to go any further.
Those dogs scared the hell out of her. What the hell had Bobbi been doing with them out in the first place? That's what she wondered.
Then, Bobbi turned to her and said, "There were two prowlers on the loose out here tonight. I tracked them to the lake but they escaped in a canoe. They might have Audrey."
That, for some reason, frightened Debbie more than the Dobermans but it also steeled her resolve a little more firmly. She wasn't about to let one of her charges get molested by maniacs out here in the Florida swamps without a fight.
"Come on," said Bobbi. "I hear voices."
*****
"Jesus Christ, muttered Buck, "what was that?"
"It sounded like one of the little brats," said Jenette.
"Out here? Impossible. They're all asleep," said Rickie.
"No ... remember? All those lights out at the Piney Woods? My god, it's one of the little girls."
"Shit," said Luke, "Let's get going, Buck. We gotta get her."
"Fuck," said Buck, "you're out of your Goddam mind."
"She ain't gonna know us or nothing, but she might be drowning or something."
"It's dark."
"Here," said Rickie, handing Luke the flashlight. "My hero."
Luke kissed and plunged out of the canoe. Buck was hot on his heels.
"Hey ... little girl," he called, "you all right?"
"Help," they heard again, although this time it wasn't a loud cry.
Luke flashed the light around real fast, then he saw her.
She was fine, the little slut. She was standing on high ground, and although there were some scratches on her arms and she was muddy as hell, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with her.
"Come on, darling," he said, "we're gonna take you back to the camp." '
He figured that they'd load her into the canoe and drop her off with the girls, and then he and Buck would make their escape ... assuming that was still possible.
She said, "Who are you?"
"We're the woods fairies," said Buck.
"Yeah. And you're on our sacred ground."
"Yeah," said Buck, "but it's jeal lucky for you we're the good fairies because we're gonna be nice to you, but if you'd walked onto the land of the evil black trolls they'd have cooked you and eaten your for dinner."
"Cool it, Buck," said Luke. "You wanna set her off."
But it was too late. She was already set off. She started to cry. Then she started to scream.
Luke reached down and said, "Come on, honey ... you'll be all right. I swear. You'll be all right ... "
But she wouldn't stop screaming.
So, he did the only thing that occurred to him. Having a nephew of his own, he knew that when a little kid cried, usually they wanted to be loved ... so he picked her up and tried to comfort her.
Unfortunately the light from Bobbi's monster flashlight blinded him before he could get to much of the comforting.
Her voice cut through his brain like a spike.
"There's a gun on you and I'm a sharpshooter, and I'll kill you cold without even thinking if you don't put her down right now."
Jimmy Bob put her down. Then he pissed all over himself.
*****
Being well-trained in such matters, the girls were able to shove the canoe away from the bank without so much as a sound.
But once out on the water, Rickie said, "I feel terrible. Bobbi's going to have those two for dinner."
"She won't wait. She'll fry their balls right now and make them eat the damn things."
"I feel awful."
"Aw cut it out," said Jenette. "No one asked them to invade our camp. If she found us there, she'd have fired us."
"I don't know. I don't think so."
"Sure she would. You heard what they said. She's a dyke. If she knew we were really fucking guys on the campgrounds, you don't think she'd enforce her rule, immediately?
Maybe you work for a different Bobbi than I do. She'd kill us."
"Yeah ... I guess you're right."
"And I don't know about you, but I'm not really anxious to lose this job. You know what I'm talking about?"
"Yeah ... yeah ... yeah. I know ... I know ... I'm convinced. Still ... he was kind of cute."
"He was a hick, just like his stupid friend. Christ! I can't believe you sometimes, Rickie. You're really a lot more sentimental than I'd ever have expected."
"Yeah ... and you're a lot more of a hardass than I'd have expected. So I guess we're even, huh?"
*****
"Debbie, take Audrey over to the infirmary. Tell Pokey I want a complete check-up. I want her examined ... fully. Do I make myself clear? If there's a single mark on her that doesn't look like it came from a vine or a briar, I want it recorded, photographed and fully documented. Pokey will know what to do. Just tell her I want the full treatment."
"Yes Ma'am," said Debbie, relieved to be off the hook.
"Oh," Bobbi said, shining her light off in a different direction, "there's a trail through there. It'll hook up with the main trail from he Staff Lounge about two hundred feet from here," she said.
Debbie was amazed, but she should have been. It was common knowledge that Bobbi was able to get from one part of the camp to another rapidly, without ever being seen in transit.
It stood to reason that she would have a network of secret pathways to move around on.
Debbie knew one thing. She didn't want to be around while Bobbi dealt with those two losers who'd been terrorizing the camp.
*****
"Lady I swear to God, we were just parked over there in the weeds in our canoe, making out with a couple of your counselors, and we heard the little girl cry out. We jumped out of the canoe to go help her, thinking maybe she was drowning or something. That's all."
"You've been here before, haven't you? You were outside my cabin earlier tonight, weren't you?"
"Huh? Holy shit, no way, lady. What do you think, we're stupid or something?"
"In a word, yes. I think you're very, very stupid. I think you might well be a couple of the stupidest people I've encountered in a long, long time. You make me want to puke."
"Yeah," said Jimmy Bob, "but maybe that's cause we're guys, you know?"
She fixed a hard stare on the two of them. "Before the night is over, gentlemen, there's a very real possibility that you won't be able to say that again."
"Look," Buck cut in, reminding himself that if they ever got out of this mess he was going to kill Jimmy Bob for gross stupidity, and inability to function with anything resembling intelligence.
He had to feel sorry for Jimmy Bob, going through life with only half a brain, and that none too dependable. But damn it, there were limits to what a man could put up with. "Their names were Rickie and Jenette. They were up in the tree down by the lake waiting for us when we came barreling out of the woods running from your dobies. They hid our canoe so we wouldn't be able to get away, and then they took us over here and they raped us. I'm not lying, lady. That's just the way it happened. If I may say so myself, you hire some fine looking young ladies, and when two of them are so damned insistent about something like that, it's hard to turn them down."
"You admit coming here then?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure, sure, I mean, give us a lie detector test. Anything. We shouldn't have done it or nothing, but we didn't mean no harm, and we certainly weren't responsible for that little girl being way out here."
Bobbi stared at Buck. "I don't have the faintest idea why, but I believe you."
"Lady, you got a gun in your hand, and I believe you know how to use it. I'm not about to lie to you."
"All right," she said. "I guess that makes a twisted sort of sense. Let's go over and see this canoe, and my two girls."
She waded through the reeds ahead of them, apparently knowing where they had parked the thing.
When they caught up with her, she was flashing the light around.
"I'm afraid my girl's don't back you up," said Bobbi. "In fact, your canoe doesn't even back you up."
"How the hell did we get over here then?" Buck asked.
"The same way I did. You kidnapped Audrey and got this far before we caught up with you."
"NOOOOO!! Christ, lady! Are you stupid. Who the fuck did you release those damn Dobermans on then? Huh?"
"I see. So you WERE outside my window, were you?"
"Yeah ... you're damn straight I was, and if we start singing about what we saw, you're not gonna look too much better than we do."
She stared at him.
"I take it back. You're not so stupid after all. Rickie and Jenette, huh?"
"That's them. The bitches left us holding the bag."
Bobbi flashed the spotlight down to their crotches.
"I don't want to deflate your egos, gentlemen, but there's not that much to hold."
*****
Bobbi stood on the banks of the lake. Occasionally the moon glinted off the metal sides of the canoe as it made its way back to the far side of the lake from whence it came, hopefully never to set its cursed prow on these shores again.
Bobbi turned back to the camp. The cabin she wanted was the first in line as she walked back to her own house.
She would have to think of something particularly hideous to punish these girls.
They weren't going to get away with this, although they might think that they'd gotten away with it.
But Bobbi would get them. When they least expected it.
EPILOGUE
"Hello, girls," Bobbi said.
Jenette, Roxie, Rickie and Chip all sleepily stared out at her.
"Hi," said Rickie, trying to act normal and calm.
But it was clear that Jenette was already starting to lose it.
"You girls doing all right?" asked Bobbi. "Yeah ... sure ... " Roxie said, confused, not having the faintest idea what had been going on but not feeling too happy about being woken up at this hour of the night.
"Is something wrong?" she mumbled.
Jenette was starting to shake now.
Rickie stared at her, trying to give her the high sigh.
Don't.
Don't.
She pleaded silently with her.
Don't don't don't ... but it was no use. Bobbi had already seen.
"Is there something the matter, Rickie?" she asked.
"Huh? The MATTER? Why, what could be the MATTER?"
The paranoia in her voice was enough to make Roxie and Chip sit up and take notice.
Rickie merely stared up at the ceiling.
"You tell me," said Bobbi. "You tell me if there's anything the matter."
Jenette, realizing that she'd already blown it, fell silent, but she started to shake and quiver in silent sobs.
Bobbi turned to Rickie.
"What about it, Rickie? Is there anything the matter?"
"Uh? Me? Huh? I don't know what you mean, Bobbi."
"Oh ... well ... in that case ... I guess there's no reason for me to be here, is there?"
She turned to go.
Then she turned around.
"I want to see you and Jenette in my office at nine o'clock sharp."
She left.
The girls were confused. "What the fuck was she on about?" asked Chip.
The girls recounted the night's activities.
Their bunkmates were suitably impressed.
"My God ... you didn't even wake us up, or anything," muttered Chip, sullenly.
"Well ... we didn't know," said Rickie. We were just out for a walk."
"And now we're gonna get canned."
As it turned out, they didn't. Truth was, Bobbi admired their spirit and gave them raises.
The subject of her liaison with Joan never came up, and it was understood by all concerned that it never WOULD come up. Ever.
