Some years ago there was a television program called The Naked City, that said there were several million stories there. I always wondered how they got the story they presented.
This story came about, not because I work with Sam Ward as a doctor in the Public Health Service, but because I am one of the people responsible for fighting the greatest health danger in this country today-venereal disease.
When any of the two-and-a-half million people who contract either gonorrhea or syphilis appear at a clinic for treatment, we want to know who they've had intercourse with. There is no penalty involved in catching VD and we do not tell police authorities about who had what kind of sexual connection with whom; all we want to do is contact the people that the infected person has been intimate with in an effort to stop the spread of these diseases, which are outranked in occurrence only by the common cold.
The reason for this is simple: If a person who is infected has intercourse with only two other people, and they, in turn, have sexual contact with two people each, who also have two more partners, that is eight people who are potential carriers of VD. And, in many instances, the number of partners an infected person has is much higher than two. I know of one girl, from a good home in a middle-class suburb, who infected nine boys in one afternoon.
To return to the story you are about to read: After treating a fifteen-year-old girl for gonorrhea, I traced the boys she had been intimate with. Two of them, in reporting their sexual contacts, gave me the name of Becky MacKinzie as the girl they had had intercourse with. And that was the birth of This Camp Is For Kids.
You may ask me why I wrote this story. The answer is simple: As I have said, venereal diseases are the major health problem in this country today. As you read this story, think of how many people could be infected with VD.
Venereal diseases are as easy to catch as a cold. They can be caught only through sexual intercourse. And they are not diseases that are restricted to slums and minorities; every class, every type of person, every neighborhood can, and probably has, been invaded by syphilis or gonorrhea. It is no longer the whore in the Tenderloin that needs to be feared, it s the nice girl next door, the sales-clerk down the street at the shopping center, the repairman at the garage or the office manager.
VD doesn't strike at just the dregs of contemporary United States society; it hits the nice people too, people like those in this book.
CHAPTER ONE
"...and I couldn't stand to wait for him to get undressed, I just dropped down on my knees and started sucking on his cute little cock while he was hopping from foot to foot, taking off his trousers."
"Oh, Margie," I sighed, shaking my head reproachfully at my sister-in-law as she paused in her recitation of how she'd seduced the neighborhood paperboy, who couldn't have been any more than fifteen, if he was that old.
"Now, don't you 'Oh, Margie' me in that tone of voice," she said. "It's okay for you to think I'm terrible now, but wait 'til you're 28 and you've got two kids and a husband that only fucks you three or four times a week. I swear, you'll go just as crazy as I did."
"But, the paperboy?"
"Honey, he was the best of what was available. When do I get out to meet anybody? And you ought to see the men that come around here. Honestly, I wouldn't fuck them if I was so horny I couldn't see straight; I swear, I'd fuck the dog first."
Margie was impossible. There was no other way to describe her. Not that I blamed her for cheating on George. He might be my brother but he's about the dullest person in the world; there are only two things in the world that George cares about and that's his job and rugby. Maybe if Margie had gotten interested in rugby it would've made her marriage better, but rugby's a very complicated game. And who can get interested in auto accessories? That's what George sold for a living.
"But, Jesus, Margie ... a little kid like that?"
"That 'kid' gave me a better ride than George has done in months. George is good for once a night. That 'kid' was good for four times in a couple of hours.
"I mean, I sucked his hot little cock until he shot off in my mouth and then I flopped back on the floor and he threw it to me right there until I thought I was gonna go outta my mind. I didn't think he was ever gonna lose that hard-on. He fucked me 'til he shot-off again.
"Then, when I started to get up and had rolled onto my hands and knees, he hopped up and fucked me dog-fashion until I had to ask him for a break. And he screwed me on the couch before he left.
"No, don't you go knocking 'kids' if you haven't tried them; you don't know what it's like to have a man rub your box for a minute while he's sucking your boobs, then have him go like hell for a couple of minutes, shoot-off and quit, maybe before you've really gotten into it."
like hell I didn't, although I didn't tell Margie that.
Maybe I ought to stop and tell you a little about myself. I'm Jody Dean and I was twenty-one in May. At the time of our conversation, I was just about to finish my third year in college, where I was majoring in nutritional science and institutional housekeeping.
Besides George, I have another brother and a sister, both older than I am. Polly's married and living in McKeesport, Pa.; Jimmy's a dope-smoking murderer in Viet Nam. I live at home with my folks, on a quiet street in the Bronx.
Maybe I'm not the kind of girl that's going to get asked to reveal her charms for Playboy, but there're lots of magazines in that field that wouldn't mind having a nude picture of me on their pages. My tits aren't really big, but they're big enough to be more than a mouthful. I could stand to lose an inch or two from my waist and my ass is a little oversized, but I've got good legs, if you'll concede a slight thickness around the ankles.
No, all-in-all, I'm a pretty good-looking girl, with long blonde hair and a snub-nose. My eyes are big and a dark green that turns hazel in some lights and I look like I'm always pouting. My boy friend says I've got a real sexy mouth.
My boy friend. Well, we've been dating each other for almost a year-and-a-half and we haven't really talked about getting married, although, I guess, we will, one of these days. Tom is tall and gangly, with unruly hair and a kind of nervousness that doesn't let him get along with people well. He's majoring in veterinary science at college.
And, he's not very good in bed. In fact, he's just about the worst sex-partner I've ever had. I wouldn't say that I was promiscuous, or an easy lay, but I've balled, well, probably about a dozen guys. Some of them were guys I was dating, others were guys I let pick me up when I wasn't going with anybody. Some were good in bed, some left me disappointed.
Tom left me disappointed. I mean, even when he made me cum, which was about half the time, I always wanted more than he gave me. If there weren't other things involved besides sex, I'd have dropped him a long time ago, right after we started dating.
But, Tom lived about five blocks from me and we went to the same school. The guy I'd dated before Tom had come from Buffalo. Did you ever try carrying on a romance by mail?
Another thing in Tom's favor was that he was romantic. You can say what you want about old-fashioned gallantry, but I love it. Tom was the kind of guy that sent flowers on special days and opened the doors for me and lit my cigarettes. He just couldn't fuck very well.
I'd thought, after the first few times that we fucked, that he'd get better, because he'd told me the only people he'd fucked before me were a few whores and a girl that fucked the whole high school basketball team after they won the district championship. But, while I did manage to teach Tom how to squeeze my tits without hurting, and showed him how to diddle my clitoris, he still never got to be very good in bed.
I wondered, as I sat in Margie's kitchen, sipping coffee with her, what would happen if Tom and I got married. Well, at least I'd have a degree and be able to get a job, that was more than Margie had going for herself; she'd been a waitress when George had married her.
Somehow, I couldn't picture myself doing what Margie had told me she'd done. I mean, even if I married Tom and decided I needed more sex than I was getting from him, I couldn't see myself acting like a character in a cheap novel, the way Margie had. I'd get sick with myself if I did that.
Imagine, she'd come to the door, knowing it was the paperboy, and still dressed in nothing but a shortie gown. I'd seen that gown, you could tell when Margie was wearing something under it. She'd let the kid in and told him that she didn't have any money to pay for the paper, after keeping him there while she went through her purse, giving him a good look at her ass as she did so.
Now, Margie's not a bad-looking woman, although she's gone a little to pot, what with having two kids and being twenty-seven. Of course, the kid had gotten a hard-on, looking at her snatch, which she'd made no effort to conceal from his eyes.
Then Margie had suggested he take his paper money out in trade. Before the kid had even had a chance to accept or reject the suggestion, Margie was hugging him and kissing him and rubbing herself against him.
She'd opened his jeans and shorts and shoved them down and the kid, realizing that she wanted to fuck, had decided to go along with it. He'd pulled his T-shirt off and started working his jeans and shorts off, hopping from one foot to the other to do so, which is when Margie had started sucking his bouncing boy cock.
Margie had acted like there was something wicked about the act, but I've never felt that way. To me, sucking a hard cock is like letting a guy lick my cunt, just another nice way to get hot. I guess I've sucked off all the guys I've dated. Well, I've sucked them all; there was only one of the guys that I picked up that I let cum in my mouth and he was eating my cunt at the same time.
I kind of like making a guy shoot-off with my mouth. I've been told that I give good head, that I'm an artist with my lips and tongue and mouth. I enjoy making a guy groan with delight as I lick and nibble on the shaft of his cock; I like getting a man so hot that he grabs my head and moves it over his cock until he fills my mouth with his hot, sticky cum. The way I see it, if a man's worth fucking, he's worth sucking first.
But, a fifteen-year-old kid? I couldn't really conceive of someone that age being worth fucking.
Still, Margie had insisted that the paperboy she'd seduced had fucked her better than George had. Now, I could conceive of George getting lazy and taking Margie for granted and not taking pains to make fucking her something she'd really dig, but she swore it was more than that. Margie said that the paperboy was a real stud, no technique but enough-stamina to make up for it.
I tried to forget what she'd told me, but I couldn't. Every time Tom shot his hot jism into me and then collapsed, I remembered Margie saying that the kid had kept throwing his hot meat to her even as he was shooting off. "He just fucked and fucked and fucked, like he was never going to stop."
The more I thought about it, the more I began to wonder if there might not be something to it. I tried to get enough from Tom and took to sitting over him, his rigid cock snug in my cunt, as I rose and fell over him, my hair flying around and my tits jouncing from my exertion. That was good, I fucked Tom until I had to throw my head back and scream, it was so good. But Tom didn't like my getting on top and I could only fuck him that way about once a week. The rest of the time, I had to hope I could keep him eating my cunt long enough for me to cum before he shoved his cock in me and started fucking. If I didn't cum before I got fucked, I always left him with the feeling that I needed more. It. was a drag to go home after being fucked and have to finger-fuck myself, but I did it a lot of times.
And, still, Margie's praise of the paperboy stayed in my mind, until I finally asked myself why I didn't try a kid like that? If I didn't dig it as much as Margie said she had, I wouldn't have hurt anything and, if I did dig it, didn't I owe it to myself to get it?
like most of the kids I knew, I'd asked the school employment office to help me find a job connected with my major for the summer. My folks were paying my bills as far as tuition and books went, but I could use any money I earned during the summer to buy clothes and to do things I wanted, like going to concerts if Tom was short.
About two days before the semester was over, I was asked to stop by the office and, when I did, they said they had a job for me, if I wanted it. It wasn't paying much, but I got room and board included. The job was cooking for a boys camp up in the finger-lakes area. I'd have helpers; the camp was for underprivileged kids and they took turns working in the kitchen.
Maybe if things had gone better on my date with Tom the night before, I'd have turned the job down, but we'd gone to a party and Tom had gotten pretty smashed. In fact, he'd gotten so smashed that he'd passed out before he fucked me. He'd gotten me so hot I was about to climb the wall and then he just went to sleep. And nothing I could do would wake him up. I even tried sucking his cock, hoping that I'd get it hard so I could sit over it, but that didn't work either.
And so, because I'd been left horny the night before and because I'd finally decided that I'd fuck a teenage kid if I ever got the chance, I said I'd spend the summer at a camp full of hard-up young studs.
Something told me that, before the summer was over, I was going to find out what it was like to be as well-fucked as I wanted to be.
CHAPTER TWO
Sam Ward was lying stretched out on the bed in his cabin, fully dressed except for his shoes, when he heard a knocking on his door. He came awake instantly, thinking for a moment that he was back at Bellevue and that someone needed the resident on duty. Then he remembered; he was no longer a resident, he was a long way away from New York, some 200 miles away. He was in the finger-lake area of New York state, taking it easy for the summer while deciding whether he wanted to go into Public Health work or accept a partnership with a couple of buddies from med school.
Not that he was, strictly, on vacation. Oh no, he was working. At least, he had a job. There were five summer camps within a half-hour drive from where he was lying and he was the doctor for all of them.
"What is it?" Sam called, wondering if someone was sick or hurt at one of the camps.
"It's me," came the answer, in a soft, definitely feminine voice. "I just thought you might like a drink and some company."
"Yeah, come on in," Sam called, as he sat up and switched on the bedside lamp. He wondered how long it was going to take Joyce MacKinzie to offer him something more than a drink and some company.
Sam's uncle, Roger, who operated one of the camps and who had made arrangements for him to get the summer job, had also made the arrangements for Sam to stay in one of the cabins the young widow had behind the rambling building that served as home for her and her teenaged daughter, Becky, while doubling as a restaurant and small general store.
Joyce MacKinzie had to be a couple of years older than he was, Sam knew, and he was twenty-six, but she wore the years well and still had a trim, lush figure that could excite a man. Sam was sure she still found men exciting and he wondered what she did during the slack periods when there weren't a lot of guests in the cabins. At present, he was the only boarder present, although he understood the cabins were filled months before hunting or fishing season and stayed filled the whole season.
She came in the door, carrying a bottle and a jug of ice. "Hope you don't mind Scotch and water," she said as she set the bottle and jug near him.
"Is there any other thing to drink?" he asked, running his eyes over her. She was of medium height, probably 5'6" or 7", with generous tits and a plump ass. Her legs, what there was visible of them under her skirt, seemed good and looked strong. Sam smiled to himself as he anticipated what was going to happen with this attractive widow.
In his stocking feet, he went to the bathroom and returned with two glasses, each of which held a little water. He added ice cubes to each, uncapped the bottle and held it over one glass. "Say when."
A moment later, their drinks mixed, they looked at each other. The cabins were small and contained nothing more than a dresser, two beds with a table between them and a metal locker. Since she was forced to sit on a bed, Joyce had plopped herself down on the bed Sam had been dozing on. Now he was seated at the head of the same bed, staring down at her as she curled her legs under her and sipped on her drink.
"Well," Joyce asked, after a long pause, "how do you like the place?"
"The peace and quiet's nice, after the city," Sam said. "I had a little trouble sleeping the first night, it was so quiet," he added, chuckling. "But, I think it's gonna be a good summer. Bet it's lonesome out here in the winter, though."
"Oh, it's not that bad," Joyce said. "I've gotten used to it. I had to. When my husband died, he didn't leave me anything but this place and a little land. I haven't had anybody offer me enough to make it worth my while to sell. I can earn a living here for Becky and me, I guess that's enough."
"How do you keep from going stir-crazy with all the solitude?" Sam asked.
"Oh, there're people around," she answered. "Hunters or fishermen, people coming up to visit somebody at this camp or that. There's a few truck drivers that come across these back roads, use them as a shortcut or when they're overloaded. I see people. It gets lonesome at times," she was quick to add, "but I've got Becky and ... well, you make do with what you have."
"I guess so," Sam replied. He ran his eyes over her again. Joyce was sitting with one arm out behind her, her shoulders drawn back, adding emphasis to her out-thrust tits. Sam could tell she was wearing a bra and he wondered if her tits sagged when she took it off or if they were still firm enough to stand without support. He stripped her in his mind and decided she'd look good without any clothes.
"How about you?" she asked. "How could you stand it in the city? I mean, I imagine medical school is pretty hectic to begin with, and the city on top of that. It'd drive me crazy, if I had to live like that."
"You just have to learn how to relax when you get the chance," Sam said. "And the hospital knows they can't work you too hard; they give you a chance to have some life away from the floor."
"Must be kind of hard on a girl though," Joyce commented, "not knowing whether you're going to be able to see her or not.'
"Well, the guys that had a steady explained to the girl that it was the way doctors are. I mean, you can get called away from dinner, or at three o'clock in the morning, to treat a patient. I never bothered to stick to one girl, though, there're too many available at any one time, I just went looking when I had time and wanted company."
"Didn't have to look too hard, I'll bet," Joyce said, as she leaned forward and handed him her glass for a refill.
"I did all right," Sam conceded. The truth was that he'd gotten laid whenever he'd wanted. He was tall and stocky, fairly good looking, except for a nose that had been broken in football during his undergraduate days. He'd been told that he had good bedside manners and, he supposed, this stood him in good stead when he was trying to put the make on a girl he'd spotted in a bar.
"Yeah," Joyce drawled, "I'll just bet you did all right." She threw her drink down swiftly and moved to mix herself another. From the way she swayed slightly as she got to her feet, Sam knew she must have had a drink or two before she'd knocked on his door.
"Hey," he said, reaching out and setting his glass down, then resting his hand on hers. "Do you really need another drink?"
"What's wrong with having a drink or two?" she asked, indignantly.
"Nothing's wrong with having a drink or two, or even three or four. It's just a shame to have so many that there's a blur to anything else you do." As he spoke, he swung his feet from the bed and sat up, slipping an arm around her as he did so. He tugged at her, drawing her back toward his lap. "Come here," he murmured huskily, his voice revealing his desire for her as did the thick bulge in his trousers.
"OHHHHHH, GODDDDD, Sam," Joyce groaned, as she thrust the resilient softness of her ass against his hard loins and threw her arms around his neck. "OHHHHHH, you don't know how bad I need a man."
Sam didn't answer her because she mashed her open lips to his and kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as he encircled her body with his other arm and she lifted her hands to run her fingertips through his longish hair as she ground her mouth against his and rubbed her tits against his chest.
They sank back across the bed and he ran his hands up and down her back, until he was caressing her fleshy ass, while, in the process, he drew her hem higher and higher on her legs. It didn't take him long to get the hem high enough for his fingertips to brush across the flesh of her legs and she moaned, deep in her throat, as she squirmed until she was straddling him, her thighs outside of his, her plump mons veneris pressing against the tip of his long, still encased cock.
He stroked her thighs for a moment or so, then drew her hem up a little higher and moved his hands onto her ass. Joyce wore full panties and his fingers ran across the nylon as he kneaded the plump mounds, causing her to wiggle her hips against his while she poured her tongue down his throat.
Oh, yeah, Sam thought, she wants it, she sure wants it. A small part of his mind began to wonder just how much he was going to get from her: He knew he was going to sink his hard cock into her heated cunt; but he wondered what else was going to happen, if anything. Just how liberal, or tutored, was she when it came to sex?
Sam moved his hands a little higher and reversed them, running them under the elastic of her panties. Joyce pushed her head up from his mouth. "OOOOOOOH," she moaned, as he took advantage of her motion to fasten his mouth against the hollow at the base of her throat.
Swiftly, he withdrew one of his hands from her ass and moved it until he could wedge it between them and close it around the large mound of her tit. The other hand began to explore the crevice of her ass, slipping up and down between the plump cheeks until he reached the puckered hole of her anus and pressed slightly. When his finger entered easily and Joyce went: "AHHHHHH!" he was pleased. If she was sensual enough to enjoy having her ass finger-fucked, she'd give him more than a straight ride in the hot saddle of her snatch.
Even through her dress and bra, he could feel her nipple swelling as he massaged the full tit. Sam could hardly wait to get his mouth on those big beauties, to kiss and suck at them until she went wild.
He rolled, carrying her with him, until she was on her back and he was above her, resting between her parted thighs, pressing the heavy bulge of his thick cock against the moist slit of her hot cunt. The hand on her ass slipped a little lower and he curled his fingers under her torso, making her grunt with pleasure as he began to rub the lower part of her pussy.
"AHHHHHHH," Joyce moaned, as he moved his hand from her tit and began to undo the buttons of her blouse. Her mouth moved across his face as he licked at the heated flesh in the opening he was creating as he spread the blouse after each button was undone.
The lights blazed in the room, but neither of them was going to call a halt to their erotic dalliance for even long enough to turn it off. After all, they saw no reason to.
What Joyce and Sam didn't know was that Becky MacKinzie was crouched outside the lighted cabin, her eyes peering through the slight space between the bottom of the blind, which Sam had pulled down in the afternoon, and the bottom of the glass. The space was enough to give her a clear view of what was going on in the cabin.
Becky may have been only thirteen, but she'd inherited her mother's hot blood, and Joyce had given birth shortly after her sixteenth birthday. As she pressed her nose to the glass and stared, wide-eyed, at her mother and the handsome boarder as they rolled about on the bed, Becky felt an already familiar tingling start in her loins.
She knew about sex, knew how the act was performed, although she hadn't come anywhere close to performing it and she'd never seen it performed. She'd crouched outside of this or that cabin and listened to the squeaks of the springs and the muffled groans and cries of passion that had uttered from the darkness. Now, as the teenybopper rubbed her coltish thighs together, she hoped her mother and the doctor didn't turn out the lights so she could see what it was like when somebody got fucked.
Sam pulled his hand from under Joyce's ass and drew her unbuttoned blouse from under her skirt. She raised herself on her elbows and regarded him through half-shut eyes as he reached under her and deftly unfastened her bra, running his hands around her sides to cover her tits under the cloth, brushing his thumbs over her quivering nipples. "DARRRRRR-LINNNNGGGGG," she moaned, letting her head fall back.
He drew her to a sitting position and worked her loose-cuffed blouse down her arms, drawing the bra straps with it. As soon as she was naked to the waist, he seized a nipple in his lips and sucked lightly at it, while he traced the heavy curve of her other tit as he began undoing the fasteners on her skirt. "AHHHHHH," she sighed, as his teeth closed over the hardened nipple and tugged.
As Joyce sank back to the bed, Sam began tugging at her skirt and panties. Obediently, she lifted her ass and let him draw the cloth over her hips and thighs, until the skirt and panties fell in a pool of cloth at her feet, to be kicked away.
Why doesn't he get undressed? Becky wondered. She knew what her mother looked like in the raw, she was just a more abundant version of Becky herself. But the teenybopper had never seen a man stripped. Still, she'd never seen anyone kissing a woman's tits before and the sight was affecting her, making her own nipples rise a little. Becky lifted her hands and closed them over her nicely developed tits, rubbing her palms against the thin flannel of the nightgown which was all she was wearing.
What does it feel like? she asked herself, to have a hot mouth on your tits and a hand between your legs rubbing your pussy ?
She couldn't answer all the questions, couldn't suck her own tits, but she could see what it was like to have her pussy rubbed. Hurriedly, she drew her gown up until it was above her waist. The way she was standing, bent over to peer into the window, her legs were apart and she could reach between them and rub her own cunt.
"OOOOOOH," she sighed, as she discovered that it felt good. She bit her lower lip to prevent another sound from escaping, thankful the pair in the cabin hadn't heard her and rubbed harder at her cunt, forcing one finger to press between the swelling lips and staring as Sam began to stick a finger into her mother's box.
Now, what was he doing? she wondered, as Sam moved his mouth down her mother's belly. Then he caught one of Joyce's thighs and lifted it, draping it across his back as he slid to his knees before the bed, still moving his mouth lower on the heaving belly of Becky's mother.
It dawned on the girl what Sam was going to do at about the same time she discovered her swelling clitoris. She flicked a finger against the rising protuberance and shuddered at the delightful sensation that burst across her loins. "OOOOOOOH," she moaned, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth to muffle the sound.
Sam inhaled the warm fragrance of Joyce's cunt as he moved his mouth across her blood-engorged mons veneris. From the way she was guiding his head, she was no stranger to having her cunt eaten and, he'd bet, she knew what it was like to have a hard cock in her mouth. Well, he'd find out about that in a minute or so, after he'd made her cum with his mouth.
He ran his tongue between her cunt-lips as he slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her snatch to his face. "OHHHHHH!" Joyce moaned, tugging his face tighter to her cunt. She was hot, there was no doubt about that, his tongue could tell from the wetness of her cunt. He drove the tip of his tongue against her clitoris as he slipped a finger up her ass-hole and she started cumming.
"GGGGGHHHHHHH," she moaned, as juices ran from her cunt and trickled down to his finger. "OHHHHHHH, EATTTTT MEEEEE!"
His tongue slid in and out of her wet cunt and he finger-fucked her ass until she was writhing on the bed, her head rolling from side to side uncontrollably. It must have been a while since she'd been with a man, she was cumming so strongly. Well, he'd be here all summer, he'd keep her well-fucked during that time. Yes, he would sure keep her well-fucked.
Becky could scarcely breathe as she watched Sam running his tongue in and out of her mother's box. "OHHHHHHH," she moaned against the back of her hand as she thrust a finger into her oozing cunt and began moving it in and out of the tight little hole. "OHHHHHHHH!"
Instinct told her that the two inside were too engrossed in what they were doing to be able to hear her small moans and she moved her other hand, ran it under her gown and squeezed one of her tits with it. She was almost hopping from foot to foot as she finger-fucked herself and squeezed first one, and then the other, of her suddenly very sensitive tits.
Sam drew back and let Joyce's leg fall to the floor. Hurriedly he jerked his T-shirt over his head, then rose and shoved down his trousers and shorts. His cock was as rigid as a bar of iron, long and thick, the head capped with a covering of skin, his balls were tightly sacked and swollen to the size of walnuts. It had been a week since Sam had gotten fucked, about three days longer than he normally went without a piece of ass.
He knelt on the bed, then moved up it until he was sitting on Joyce's tits. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, then dropped her eyes to take in his cock. "OHHHHHH, MY GODDDDDD, WHAT A BEAUTY!" she moaned, lifting her head to get her mouth to it.
Sam cradled Joyce's head in his hands as she caught his cock in her hands and began to stroke it. One of her hands concentrated on manipulating his foreskin, drawing it back and then moving it to cover his cock-head again, while the other toyed with his balls.
Becky was whimpering with wanton delight as she imagined herself in her mother's place, playing with Sam's monstrous cock. In truth, Sam's dick wasn't much larger than the average man's, but Becky, in her naivety, thought his cock was immense. When Joyce drew back the foreskin, exposing the angry red of his glans, the teenybopper thought Sam's cock was glowing with heat.
"OHHHHHHHH," Becky moaned as she shoved a second finger into her juicy cunt and moved her hand faster in its jabbing motion, "OHHHHHHH!"
The couple inside was shifting position, in response to Joyce's plea that Sam get on his back so she could really work on him, and Becky whimpered as Sam's back was presented to her eyes for a moment.
But then he was stretched out on his back and his cock was a tower pointing to the ceiling. Joyce curled up on the bed on the far side of him and nuzzled her face against his lower belly as she drew the skin down from around his glans once more.
When Joyce extended her tongue and commenced to run the tip of it up and down the length of Sam's cock, Becky almost fainted. Oh, she'd do anything to get her mouth on that beautiful cock. Her fingers moved faster as they rode in and out of her hot and clammy cunt and her wrist rubbed against her trembling clitoris.
Now her mother was kissing Sam's cock in earnest, rubbing her lips against it. Becky's eyes strayed to Sam's face and she smiled at the look of agony on his face. She could tell he really liked having his cock kissed.
Joyce was shifting, raising her head so she could plant kisses on the end of Sam's cock. Becky saw her working a hand beneath his balls and realized that she was sticking her finger up his ass. The teenybopper pulled one finger from her cunt and directed it to her anus, then replaced it with another finger. She drove all three into her body savagely and her hips snapped forward as she breached her anal sphincter. Her mouth formed a large O of pleasure as she felt her fingers grow wetter in her cunt. "OHHHHHHHH," she moaned, as her knees gave way and she sank into a heap on the ground, "OHHHHHHHH, GODDDDDDD, IT FEELSSSSS SOOOOOO GOOOOOD!"
Christ, what a cocksucker she is, Sam thought as Joyce worked her lips and tongue against the sensitive head of his pulse-pounding cock. There wasn't the slightest doubt in his mind that she was going to bring him off with her mouth; the only question was whether she was going to bring him off before she got it in her mouth. "UUUHHHHH," he grunted, as she worked the tip of her tongue against the split-eye opening in the head of his enormous cock.
She began to swish her tongue across the smooth, blood-filled head, then bent the cock back to his body and fluttered her tongue against the underside of it, when she wasn't nipping at it gently.
Lower and lower down the base of his cock she went, until her lips were on his balls, licking easily at them as she drew her slimy finger out of his juicy ass. Then her mouth went even lower. "OHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSS," Sam hissed, growing taut with anticipation, "rim me, baby, rim me."
Her tongue flicked out and circled his fragrant ass-hole for a minute or so before she pushed her hungry tongue against his flavorful ass. Slowly she thrust her tongue at his ass, until he thought it was going to enter his anus, then she withdrew it and began again.
Joyce didn't stay at his strong ass long, however. But what she did next was enough to cause him not to care. She lifted her head and thrust his cock into her mouth. Wantonly her tongue worked against the head of his cock as she moved her jaws, churning the head of his cock in her mouth.
"Come on, baby," Sam muttered hoarsely. "Get on with it."
She obeyed, stretching her mouth a little and thrusting her head down until she had all of his cock in her mouth. Wantonly, she moved her head up and down, working on his cock as if she couldn't wait to get a mouthful of his cum.
"OHHHHHHHHHH, SUCKKKKKKK ITTTTTT," Sam moaned, as he felt her drawing him nearer and nearer to the point where he'd have to shoot-off. Then he was shooting-off. "CUM MM MM MING ! " he shrieked, "OHHH, I'M CUMMING."
Joyce sucked harder and thrust her brown-streaked finger back up his slick ass-hole. Her cheeks hollowed and flared rhythmically as she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, until there was no cum to be taken from his balls.
They scrambled about on the bed and she was already drawing her knees back to her tits as he slammed into her and thrust his cock full-length into her gaping cunt with one lunge.
"BAAAAABBBYYYYYYYY," she groaned, throwing her ass up to meet his descending stroke. "OHHHHHH. FUCKKKKK MEEEEE HARRRRRRDDD."
He drew his legs up until his thighs rested across her ass and his hairy ass stuck up in the air and did just that, threw his meat to her frantically as he held her squirming ass in his hands and squeezed it as she thrust it up to meet him.
Their mouths moved against each other's, almost in a savage manner. Sam's hands caught her tits and he squeezed them after her ass proved to be moving too hard to hold onto easily. Joyce kicked her feet out and planted them on the bed, then lifted her ass higher and harder each time he shoved his cock into her.
By twisting slightly, he was able to get his mouth back to her tits and he bit at the angry red areola below the nipple. "AHHHHHHHH, I'M C UMM MMMMMMINGGGGGG," Joyce yelped, raking her nails down his back as her vagina muscles spasmed around his cock.
There was no need for Sam to move. He could brace himself with his ass lifted enough for her to move under it, and she fucked him as frenziedly as he'd fucked her. She was throwing her ass up to him greedily, as if she had a lot of time to make up for.
Sam dropped a hand under her thrusting buttocks and stuck a finger under her tight, slippery ass-hole. When she felt the tip of it probing her anus, Joyce screwed her ass down harder, drawing the finger into her ass. "NGGHHHHHHHH," she grunted, cumming again.
Any fuck that was that frantic couldn't last long, and this fuck was soon over. Neither Sam nor Joyce complained, however, when she collapsed and he lay atop her. Both of them had been in enough beds to know that the other was far from through, that they would spend the rest of the night taking each other's measure, fucking and being fucked in return.
Sam lay with his cock still hard in the warmth of Joyce's soppy cunt and drew deep breaths into his lungs as he pillowed his head on her heaving tits. And, already, he was thinking of how he was going to fuck her the next time; on her hands and knees, with her ass thrust high into the air. Then he'd let her get on top of him for a while and, for a finale, he'd run his cock up her ass. It sounded like a program she'd enjoy.
She did.
CHAPTER THREE
As I alighted from the station wagon that had picked me up in town and brought me to Camp Winahanee, I wasn't impressed. To my right was a two-story building, with a longer, one story building on either side of it. One of these, I knew, was the mess hall, where I'd be putting in a lot of time. The other was, I had been told, an arts-and-crafts building. To my left was a large field, big enough to contain a baseball diamond. This field ended at the shore of the lake, and along the other edge of it and off to my left, were tents on raised platforms where the campers lived. As the cook, I would have a room on the first floor of the house, which was the summer home of the camp director.
Behind us, on the macadam road we'd come in on, was an abandoned service station, and a short ways down the road was a house which contained a restaurant and general store. It was ringed by a number of small cabins. I felt as if
I'd been transported back into yesterday, as well as into a wilderness. There were only two things that kept me from leaving; I had signed a contract to work there during the summer and I was still full of resolve to fuck one, or more, of the campers, in an effort to see if my sister-in-law was right in her assertion that kids were better lays than mature men.
Luckily, there were only a few campers present, the majority of the boys would be arriving the next day. I inspected the kitchen and found it adequate, if primitive. Then Mr. Riley, the camp director, explained that I would have to do more supervising than anything else. "We believe in teaching boys useful things here, Miss Dean," he said. "Every boy that comes to Winahanee is exposed to kitchen work and to home repairs. We teach them how to do simple automotive repairs, how to use carpentry tools, how to solder, how to type. What good is learning how to make wallets going tc do these kids? That's for the leisure class. We try to give these boys something that might help them survive."
Spare me the do-gooder philosophy, I thought. All Vm interested in is earning some money and seeing if some of these kids can fuck me well enough now and then so I can survive. I was already beginning to regret having accepted the job. I could have gotten something near home if I'd looked.
During the next few days, my regret grew, for I got nowhere on my project of seducing one of the kids.
Not that I didn't have the opportunity, there were always half-a-dozen boys in the mess hall assisting me, but they were scrawny, dull-looking kids and none of them appealed to me in the slightest. There were some kids that were appealing at the camp, but none of them had gotten assigned to mess hall duty by the time I had grown so horny that I lay in my narrow bed and contemplated finger-fucking myself.
Hell, Jody, I told myself, you could masturbate at home. You came up here to fuck some young studs; do it. Go out and talk to some of the guys that appeal to you instead of sitting around in the afternoon. It was true, I'd been waiting for an acceptable partner to come along, rather than trying to get something going. All I'd done during my spare time had been to read. I hadn't even gone swimming. Imagine, a whole lake looking me in the face, and I hadn't even gotten into the water.
I decided to rectify that immediately. Who cared that it was twelve at night? I swung my legs off the bed, unpacked my swimsuit and donned it, then slipped out of the house and walked down to where the lake formed a narrow cove surrounded on three sides by trees. Maybe the coolness of the water would alleviate some of the itchy heat in my cunt.
It was silly, I decided, to bother with my suit. I'd worn it in case I encountered anyone on my way to the shore. But who's going to be up at this hour? I asked myself. Nobody. Swimming nude was much better than swimming in a suit, even a bikini, so I dropped the small bra and panties next to my towel and bag and entered the water.
Fifteen minutes later, when the coolness of the lake forced me back to shore, I discovered that I'd been wrong in thinking that I'd be the only person awake. Somebody was sitting next to the white spot that was my towel, someone whose statue suggested he had to be one of the campers.
For a moment I thought of telling him to go away, or at least to turn his back until I got back into my suit. Then I chuckled to myself. Why should I do that? Let him see me naked. Maybe it could be a way of getting him to fuck me. If he didn't run, I'd have something to start a conversation with him about. Even if I was so horny I was about to scream, I wasn't going to drop onto my back and ask him to fuck me, whoever he was. I had more pride than that.
Acting a little more brazen than I felt, for I'd never been the aggressor where sex was concerned, I walked straight to my towel, ignoring the fact that the boy was staring, open-mouthed, at my naked body. Calmly, I dried my legs and torso, then tossed the towel to him as I knelt with my back to him. "Finish drying me, will you?" I asked, keeping my voice remarkably cool, I thought.
If he was surprised, he didn't act like it. He rubbed my back dry, then tossed the towel away so I couldn't wrap myself in it. "You got a cigarette?" he asked.
I took two from my bag and lit them, holding the match long enough for him to look at me as I studied him. He wasn't one of the kids that I'd had my eye on, but he wasn't bad looking either. And I liked the fact that he acted self-assured, as if sitting near a naked woman was an everyday occurrence in his life.
"What're you doing down here at this time of night?" I asked, more to make conversation than anything else.
"I had to take a leak," he answered. "I saw you come down this way and followed you to see what you were up to."
"How come you didn't go swimming with me?" I challenged.
In the dim light I could see him shrug. "You might have gotten mad at me for watching you undress," he answered. "I figured if I just sat here, you'd come back to get your stuff and I could look at you again."
"You must have liked what you saw," I said.
"I sure did," he answered. "I never saw a naked woman before," he added. "And I'm glad the first one I saw was as good looking as you."
I'd been sitting with my legs together, my knees drawn up against my tits. However, as he spoke, I let my feet slide away from my buttocks and each other, until he could have a clear view of everything I had.
"It's not very fair," I said, as he shifted a little so he could get a better glimpse of my cunt. "I mean, here I am without a stitch on and you're dressed."
He blinked. "I-I can't take my clothes off," he mumbled.
"Why?" I challenged.
He gulped and didn't answer. Chuckling, I spread my legs a little further apart. "What's the matter?" I teased. "Are you getting ideas? Is that why you're afraid to strip?"
"I'm not afraid," he insisted.
"Then take your clothes off," I retorted.
He didn't move. "Come on," I challenged. "What's the matter? Are you scared I'll see your little cock all hard and laugh at it?"
"Awwwww," he grumbled, "who wants to sit around and just look ? "
"Who said we were gonna just look?" I asked.
"You're not gonna screw a little kid like me?" he asked, his voice full of disbelief.
"Not if you act like a kid," I assured him. "Show me that you're a man and who knows what might happen."
I'll say one thing for him, once I'd put it that way, he lost no time in stripping. His cock wasn't big, by a long shot, but it was hard and it wasn't that little either.
"Do you know what to do with that?" I asked.
"Sure," he answered. "Everybody knows how to screw."
"I'll bet you've never had any though," I said. "So what?" he retorted. "You just stick it in and move."
"If the girl's hot enough to let you," I told him.
"Oh, I'll get you hot," he promised. Before I had a chance to do anything, or say anything, he was atop me, his mouth grinding on mine as his hands closed over my tits and squeezed them.
He had big hands for a kid, big enough that he covered all of my tits with them. There've been few men that could do that. And, even if he didn't know how to fuck, he knew how to kiss and play with a pair of tits. It wasn't long before I was beginning to feel as though I'd made the right decision when I'd decided to come up here for the summer and let a kid or two fuck me.
As horny as I was, I still wanted to take my time before giving it to him, so I rolled him onto his side and rolled with him. He had his tongue deep in my mouth and was pinching my nipples, holding them between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezing them or rolling them around. I had my hands on his back and was caressing him as he squeezed my whole tits, pressing the resilient flesh back against my ribs.
His cock was a rigid bar between my belly and his and I knew it was going to feel great going into my hot cunt when we got down to fucking. But we had plenty of time, we weren't going to be fucking right away.
I slid my hands between us and pressed him down to the soft earth and pine trees. He seemed to accept this, although he hadn't gone willingly. But, finally, I was above him, holding myself up on one elbow as I rubbed a hardened nipple across his lips.
"Uhhhhhhhh," he groaned, as I gripped his cock in one hand and began manipulating it. For the first time in my life, I had an uncircumcised cock to play with and I found myself enjoying the act immensely as I drew the foreskin back again and again.
"Suck me," I whimpered, rubbing my tit across his mouth. He parted his lips and sucked greedily at the hard tipped tit I was offering him, while he lifted his hands, catching the other tit in one and caressing my hip and ass with the other.
I think he had felt I was teasing him, that I'd been leading him on while planning to run away when he grew too bold. But, as I caressed his swollen cock, and urged him to take more and more of my tit into his mouth, he seemed to realize that I really was going to fuck him, and he responded with greater desire.
The hand that had been stroking my ass slipped under me and his fingers danced along the wet length of my hot snatch, then drove into my clammy vagina. "Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, involuntarily as the heel of his hand ground against my erect clitoris.
Maybe he was just doing what he wanted to do, or maybe he did know what he was doing, but he was fulfilling his promise; he was getting me hot. Of course, I'd been hot to begin with, but he was raising the temperature in my cunt with every thrust of his fingers into my steaming vagina. I knew I'd cum when we fucked; there was no way I couldn't cum when we fucked. I was about to cum from the energetic finger-fucking I was getting.
"Ooooooooh," I moaned, as he brought his teeth into play against my nipple, grinding them against the base of it. The night was filled with slurping noises as he sucked wantonly at my aching tit.
We shifted positions again and he crouched between my open legs, his fingers still pistoning in and out of my cunt, as he moved his hot mouth across my heaving tits, alternating between sucking on the spiky nipples and licking the heated flesh. The heel of his hand was no longer against my clitoris, but he was rubbing it with his thumb and it was just as effective. Indeed, so effective was the way he was finger-fucking me that my ass was bouncing up and down on the ground violently.
"Let's fuck," he suggested suddenly, lifting his mouth from my tits and starting to cover my body with his.
I wanted to fuck as much as he did, but I also wanted to see how much he was willing to do to get to stick his swollen cock into me. "Na ... not yet," I moaned, holding him away from me with my hands against his chest. "Eat me a little first."
Even in the dim light I could see the look that crossed his face, the look that said he'd never thought of going down on a woman and that he didn't like the idea. "I-I'll suck you too," I promised.
"Would you?" he whispered. From the way his eyes had widened, I knew that he would do anything to get his hard little cock sucked.
"After you've eaten me," I promised. He was shorter than I was and I don't particularly like playing sixty-nine. I prefer to concentrate on the feeling of a mouth on my cunt or a cock in my mouth. If I'm playing sixty-nine, I can't concentrate on either.
Drawing my legs up until my knees were against my tits, I pushed on his shoulders until he moaned and dropped his" mouth to my steaming cunt.
"Ooooooooh," I squealed as he jabbed his tongue against my trembling clitoris. It was obvious that he was only eating me because he wanted his cock sucked, but I didn't care as long as he was eating me.
Even with all of my cunt available for his tongue to explore, all he did was lick at, and kiss the extreme upper part of my cuntal furrow. He raked his teeth across my clitoris and jabbed his tongue against it as I held his mouth against my hot pussy and moaned every time he nudged my clitoris with his teeth or tongue.
From the way he was squirming, I could tell he thought he'd eaten me long enough. Well, it was obvious that he wasn't going to eat me enough to make me cum, but I held his head between my legs for a few minutes after he'd started mouthing me, then let him go.
He rolled onto his back, his cock pointing toward the stars. "You promised," he whispered, as if he didn't believe I was really going to blow him.
Slowly I twisted until I could throw my arms across his body. My left hand came up and cupped his tightly sacked balls, while my right hand began moving his foreskin back and forth as I ran my lips along his thigh and onto the heated, strong-smelling flesh of his hard cock.
"Ohhhhhaaaaahhhhh," he moaned as I rubbed my lips along the underside of his cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his fingers curling into the palms of his hands as I nibbled along the shaft of his cock until I reached the uncovered head.
My tongue slid over the nut-shaped head, tasting the thin sheen of fluid that had seeped out of him, and the collected deposit from under his foreskin. He seemed almost as close to cumming as I was, and I knew I was going to have to be careful or he'd cum in my mouth.
Still, I let the head of his cock enter my hot mouth and closed my lips around the shaft just below the coronal ridge while I moved my jaws and caused his cock to quiver in my mouth. Slowly I let my head descend until all of his tasty cock was deep inside my mouth. Just as slowly I lifted my head, fluttering my tongue against the underside of his cock.
"Ohhhhhhh, shiittttt," he moaned, as I took my head away from his crotch and returned to a supine position on the soft earth. "Why'd you stop?"
"I want you to cum inside me, not in my mouth," I answered.
With a rush he was atop me, his cockhead skidding along the slippery flesh of my snatch. In his eagerness, he jabbed at me a couple of times without finding the entrance to my vagina and I finally had to reach between us, grab his cock and direct it to the opening to my heated twat.
"Ahhhhhhhh," we breathed together as he thrust his hard cock into me. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, forcing his little boy prong deeper into my itchy vagina. It had been a week since I'd been fucked and his cock, even if it was smaller than I was used to, still was a welcome feeling as it bore down into me.
He was held to me by my legs, but I wasn't holding him tight. I wanted him to be able to move and he did. No sooner had he run his cock into me than he started withdrawing it.
I humped my ass up to meet his hips as they descended and his hot cock ran back into my equally hot cunt. His hairless balls slapped at my ass each time he drove his prick into me and I twisted my ass from side to side to intensify the feelings he was producing as he hammered away at me.
We couldn't last long, not when we were fucking as furiously as we were, and we didn't. He'd thrust it into my hot cunt no more than a half-dozen times before he started cumming.
According to the sex-researchers, women can't feel it when a man shoots-off. Well, that's a bunch of bullshit. I could feel it as his jism splattered against the end of my vagina. Even though I was cumming myself, I could feel each burst of cum that shot from his throbbing cock into my contracting vagina, "OHHHHHHHHH!" he moaned, tightening his fingers on my tits. I was moaning too, throwing my ass up harder to him in an effort to cum again.
There was, I soon found, no need for me to worry about cumming again. Just as Margie had said her paperboy had done, he kept ramming his cock into me while he was shooting off. He had his feet braced somehow and thrust frenziedly against my juicy cunt, fucking me as good as anybody ever had. Maybe his technique was primitive, but he had stamina; Tom has all kinds of technique but he can't last.
The kid could. We pounded away at each other just as frantically as we had before we'd cum, writhing against each other and giving each other our tongues to suck on. Even when I slid my legs down over his calves, he still fucked me as hard as he could.
For the first time since I lost my cherry, my cunt began to feel sore. I mean, I was used to a minute or two of hard fucking at the most, and the skinny little kid had been fucking me for ten minutes or more, and he was showing no signs of stopping.
The crack of my ass was wet with the juices that had seeped out of my vagina, for I'd cum that many times. "Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned when he twisted and closed his lips over a hard nipple.
"Ohhhhhhh, you're so good."
Finally he came again and seemed content. I cradled him in my arms as we lay panting for breath. At last his limp little dick slipped out of my cunt and we rose and walked, slowly, to the water. A minute or two was all we could stand, for the water was growing cold, but it was enough to cleanse us. We dried ourselves with my towel and walked back to the edge of the open field, where we separated, in case anybody was awake. In the shadows at the edge of the woods, we kissed again, then went our separate ways.
It was two days before I learned his name.
CHAPTER FOUR
As far as Sam Ward was concerned, the so-called job he had was more like a vacation, particularly after the hectic schedule he'd followed at Bellevue. So far, he'd treated three cuts, a broken leg and a few minor ailments, mostly poison ivy and diarrhea. Even driving from camp to camp didn't take up much of his time, for the five camps were within ten miles of each other. Consequently, Sam had a lot of free time.
At first, Sam had been glad to be able to sleep late, to know that when he wanted to take a nap in the afternoon, he could do so with a more-than-reasonable chance of awakening when he planned and not fifteen minutes after closing his eyes.
But, as the days passed, Sam began to grow restless. He was unaccustomed to idleness and the fact that he was, more or less, isolated, added to his restlessness. He took to spending more time at the camps he was serving just so he could talk to somebody; and the nights when Joyce visited his cabin became more important for they gave him a chance to be with somebody. That, the company she provided, became as important to Sam as the sex they had.
Still, he couldn't hang around Joyce like a forlorn puppy. To begin with, she had her own life to lead, and he had too much pride to chase after a woman. Furthermore, he was afraid that she might get the idea that she was more important to him than she was. He didn't want her to think he might be a way for her to get out, that she might get taken back to the city with him.
No, Joyce was no more than somebody to talk to and to fuck. She was great in bed and, as long as he kept the conversation on a simple level, she was okay out of bed. But she wasn't the type of woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
If Sam didn't follow Joyce around, he was soon made aware that Becky, her daughter, was following him. At first he thought the girl was suffering from loneliness and he felt sorry for her, living away from other kids her own age, unable to associate with the kids who went to the various camps. With Joyce's permission, he took Becky with him when he made his rounds each morning.
Still, it didn't take Sam long to realize that there was more than loneliness involved in Becky's constant following of him. The first couple of days he took her with him, she wore shorts and a halter, but the halter soon gave way to T-shirts that she stretched as tight as she could over her budding tits so her nipples were on display. And, a couple of days later, she showed up in a short dress.
From the way her tits jiggled as she ran from the house to his car, Sam knew that the teenybopper wasn't wearing a bra. But, when she swiveled around in the seat and let the skirt of the dress slide up into her lap, he was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing panties either.
"Pull your dress down," he told her.
"Why?" she asked. "I don't care if you can look at me. I'd like you to look at me, really look at me."
"Cool it, Lolita," he said.
"You're not that old," she answered, surprising him. "The man in that was in his late forties."
"I'm too old for you to be thinking about," Sam retorted, holding his eyes steady on the road ahead of them, even though he was aware that Becky was spreading her legs even more, exposing herself fully in case he looked again.
"You're twice my age," Becky admitted. "But my Dad was twenty years older than my Mom when they got married. And they'd been going together for two years. Around here, nobody thinks anything if a girl goes out with a guy that's ten or twelve years older than she is. There's more single guys than there are girls."
"Maybe the guys around here don't mind robbing the cradle," Sam said, "but I'm not into that. I like girls that know the score."
"How do you know I don't?" Becky challenged. She slid across the seat and threw her arms around him, pressing her firm young tits against his arm as she kissed him on the ear, working the tip of her tongue into his ear. She'd watched her mother do that to him and had been amazed at the way it had always made his cock jump to complete hardness.
"Becky!" he said, sternly. "Behave yourself."
She drew back from him slightly, but not so far that her knee did not remain in contact with his thigh. "Why don't you find out whether I know the score?" she suggested. Again she shifted, reaching over to grab his hard cock, which was cleanly defined along his thigh.
Sam slammed on the brakes, causing the car to skid slightly. "Now, stop," he ordered. "Before I turn you over my lap and warm your cute little bottom for you."
"Well, at least you're aware that it's cute," Becky pouted, as she lifted her hand from his swollen cock, after giving it another squeeze. "What about the rest of me?"
"I'm sure you're very nice to look at," Sam agreed, as he started the car again. "But, why look if you're not going to touch? And, I'm not going to make it with you. I don't care what you say, you're too young for me."
"I'm a woman," she insisted. "Maybe I'm a young woman, but I'm a woman." She knelt on the seat and whipped her dress up to her armpits, then shoved her hips forward to expose her cunt. "Look at me and tell me that I'm not a woman."
If Joyce had come to visit him within the past couple of days, Sam would've been able to ignore the teenybopper. But he had slept alone for three days and Becky had turned him on with her tongue in his ear and her fingers on his cock. Slowly he turned his head and surveyed the lewd figure she was presenting to him.
Her tits were small, but well-formed, topped with hard little nipples that seemed to be begging his lips. She had a nice thatch of hair on her cunt, not just a layer of down, but thick matted curls. Even though he hadn't touched her, she was aroused, a fact evidenced by the protrusion of her clitoris and the swollen state of her cunt-lips.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked. "Do I look good to you?"
Sam knew there was no use denying that he was impressed; if he hadn't been, he'd have turned around after running his eyes over her for the first time, instead of looking at her still. He might as well be truthful, so he told her: "Yeah, you look good enough to eat."
"Why don't you?" she challenged.
He was a little taken aback by her words, although he managed to hide the fact. Maybe I'm wrong, he thought, maybe she does know the score. There was a dirt track leading off the macadam and Sam eased the car into it, stopping when they were out of sight of the road.
Becky must have figured that she'd won, for she drew the dress over her head and moved toward him, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her mouth hotly to his. At first, Sam thought that it was passion that made the kiss so artless, but, after a few moments, during which he'd started fondling her ass and she'd dropped one hand to his lap to undo his fly and extract his aching cock, he realized that she didn't know how to kiss.
By the time he'd reached that conclusion, however, it was too late for him to think about retreating. Becky's hands may have been untutored, but they'd been effective, nonetheless, and he knew that, if she didn't do something to bring him off, he'd have to finish the job with his own hand.
"I thought you knew the score," he said, as he drew his mouth back from hers.
"I do," she insisted. "I know about being eaten and sucking men and fucking and all that."
"Who taught you?" Sam asked, as he cupped his fingers under her budding tits and brushed his thumbs across the erect nipples.
"Well," she said, blushing, for she couldn't very well tell him that she'd watched him and her mother, "there was this guy that stayed here last summer and he left a lot of books."
Sam chuckled. "Books?" he managed to get out. "You just think you know the score. There's a big difference between reading about something and knowing how to do it."
"Well, teach me how to do it," she requested. As they'd talked, she'd unbuttoned his shirt and, when she finished speaking, she bent forward and pressed her lips to one of his nipples, something else that she knew he enjoyed from the times she'd watched her mother with him. She also closed her hand around his cock and began to pump it steadily.
Christ, Sam thought, as Becky moved her hot lips over his chest, the little cunt really wants to find out what it's all about. Although he knew he might feel guilty when he looked back on the act, he placed one hand on the back of the teenybopper's head and began urging her mouth toward his straining cock.
It didn't seem as if Becky needed much urging. As soon as his hand touched the back of her head, she began working her lips lower on his body, licking at the skin of his belly as she caught his cock and drew the foreskin back.
He lifted his ass from the seat of the car and worked his jeans and shorts down to his ankles so she'd be able to play, freely, with his balls if she wanted to. Apparently she did, for she worked her other hand between his legs and ran her fingertips over the tight sacks of his balls, she was still pumping her hand up and down along the shaft of his cock, moving the foreskin back and forth, as she worked her lips over his lower belly and upper thighs, licking teasingly at him.
"Ohhhhhh," he sighed, when the tip of her tongue flicked over the head of his cock. "Whatever book you read, the guy who wrote it knew what he was talking about."
Becky slid her tongue slowly around the nut-shaped, tasty head of his cock as she squeezed the throbbing shaft and caressed his balls. Her black hair fell over his lap, obscuring his view of her face, but the mewling sounds she made and the way she was rubbing her thighs together told him she was enjoying what she was doing. Sam was enjoying it himself.
One of his hands slid under her and began to caress her tits, while the other tangled in her hair and rubbed the back of her head. "Ohhhhhhhh," he sighed again.
She pressed his cock against his belly and ran her tongue along the bottom of it, licking greedily as if it were a piece of candy. Lower and lower her mouth went, until she was running the tip of her tongue through the coarse hairs that covered his balls. "Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh," Sam breathed, "that's it baby, that's it. Work on my balls a little."
The horny teenybopper remembered some of the things she'd seen her mother do to Sam and she sucked his balls into her mouth, working her tongue around the hard nuts as she did so. Sam's hand tightened on her tit and he thrust his hips up a little to show how much he liked what she was doing.
After a few minutes of sucking on his balls, Becky began licking the shaft of Sam's cock again. Now her tongue circled the whole thick shaft as she moved the foreskin up and down. For somebody who'd never had her mouth on a hard cock before, she was doing a great job of getting him hotter and hotter.
She reached the delicious head of his trembling cock and pursed her lips, then rubbed the oozing head back and forth across them, pausing now and then to stab her tongue tip at the tiny opening. Sam rolled her flinty nipple between his thumb and forefinger and watched her ass shift as she continued to rub her thighs together.
"Ohhhhhh, Christ, don't stop!" he pleaded as she lifted her head and tossed her hair out of her eyes to regard him with a lustful expression.
"Still think I don't know the score?" she taunted.
"You're doing fine so far, but the game's far from over."
Becky ran her tongue over her lips and smiled. "You want me to make you cum in my mouth, don't you?" He nodded violently. "Well," she asked, "what happens after I do?"
"Come here," he said, sliding his hand over her belly as she straightened and slid on her knees to where he could kiss her. Her legs parted a little and he ran his fingers over the wet curve of her cuntal furrow, then eased a finger into her vaginal passage, finding, as he'd expected he would, a thin layer of flesh that announced her virginity.
"Auarrrggghhhhh," Becky groaned against his open mouth as he entered her vagina with his finger. The heel of his hand was pressing against her throbbing clitoris and he worked the exploring finger back and forth, making her twist her hips hungrily.
"What happens after I suck you off?" Becky asked again, when he drew his mouth away from hers and used his hands to urge her to start mouthing his cock again.
"I said you looked good enough to eat, didn't I?" he retorted, making an answer out of his question.
It wasn't exactly what Becky wanted, but she could tell, from the tone of his voice, that it was all she was-likely to get and she knew that, if she tried to swing her legs across his lap and sit over his cock, he'd stop her. Oh, well, she thought, being eaten will be better than not getting anything. And he might be easier to make-out with later if I suck him off good now.
As she slid her knees back across the seat until her head was over his loins, she parted her lips and directed the head of his cock to her mouth. Slowly, for she didn't know whether she'd be able to go through with it, the horny teenybopper let the bulbous head of his hard cock enter her mouth.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Sam moaned as his cock slipped into the hot wetness of her mouth. His palm circled the end of her tit, rubbing the elongated nipple and he massaged the back of her neck as Becky hollowed and expanded her cheeks, making her lips rub enticingly against the glans of his cock.
The more she worked on his cock, the more lascivious the hot teenybopper grew, and it wasn't long before her head was going lower and lower on his cock, until the head was against the back of her throat. If Becky was surprised that she had that much cock in her mouth without feeling any discomfort, she didn't show it. She just tightened her lips around the hard shaft and lifted her head until only the glans was in the hot wetness of her mouth.
Slowly at first, for she had no idea of the rhythm to use, the teenybopper began bobbing her head around the throbbing cock. "Yeahhhhhh, baby, go," Sam grunted, using pressure from the hand on her neck to help her get into the right tempo. It took Becky only a few moments to reach a stage where her head was bobbing wantonly over his cock, and her tongue was fluttering against him effectively.
"Get ready, baby," he gasped, "I'm gonna cum in a minute."
Becky's head bobbed faster over his throbbing cock as if the horny little teenybopper couldn't wait for him to shoot his hot cum into her sucking mouth. Her thumbs were brushing against his balls as she worked her fingers against the muscles in the sides of his thighs. The head of his cock was in her throat and she was sucking hard, the muscles squeezing the bulbous head in a way that was driving him crazy.
"Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned, "here it cums." He shot load after load of hot jism into the wildly sucking mouth of the wanton teenybopper as she drank his cum and sucked at his cock to get more. "Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned as she sucked with even greater greed, until there was nothing left for her to draw from his cock.
Weakly, he lifted her head and drew her against his still shuddering body. Becky mashed her lips against his and worked her tongue into his mouth as she hugged him, pressing her sweaty tits to his heaving chest. Sam ran one hand down to her cunt and began thumbing her extended clitoris, while his other hand slid up and down the crack of her ass.
"Ohhhhhhh," Becky whimpered, when Sam moved his lips over her face. From the way her hips were weaving as she knelt beside him, he knew she was close to cumming and he worked his fingers knowingly against her slick and heated cunt as she dug her fingers into his back and gasped while his mouth slid along her taut neck.
"Sam! Sammmmmmmm!" the teenybopper moaned as she heaved herself up until he could fasten his mouth on one of her tits. He chewed at the flinty nipple as he caressed her cunt and ass, rubbing her cunt-lips, flicking or squeezing her clitoris, wiggling a finger in the entrance to her vagina. Her cunt hairs were already matted against her snatch from the juices that had leaked from her slit as she'd rubbed her thighs together while sucking his cock.
"Unnnhhhhh, unnnhhhhh, unnnggghhhhh," she grunted, as she pressed against his head, trying to force more of her small tit into his mouth. Not that Becky's tits were really little; there was enough of them to make a comfortable mouthful as Sam was discovering.
He had forgotten just how enthusiastic young girls could be about discovering the pleasures of sex, and he responded to the strained cries of the horny teenybopper with steadily increasing lust, working a second finger into the vestibule of her cunt and wiggling both of them until he felt her cum.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Becky screamed and her hips snapped forward and her buttocks tightened as she started cumming hard. Her juices flowed over his fingers and down her straining thighs as she gasped and grunted out her pleasure, pressing his mouth over her tit and whipping her hips about frenziedly as he kept on finger-fucking her in his expert way.
He had managed to kick his feet free of his shorts and trousers and now, as he started lowering her to the seat of the car, he opened the door and maneuvered himself until he was kneeling on the seat. One of Becky's legs, almost as if by instinct, rose and tested on the back of the seat, the other fell to the floorboards; her virginal cunt was fully exposed to him as he began to lick at her other tit.
"Uhhhhhnnnnnhhhh," she moaned as her head lolled from side to side. Becky had finger-fucked herself to a cumming on more than one occasion, but she'd never cum as hard as Sam had just made her cum.
"Sweet little baby," he crooned, running his hands over her belly and thighs as he moved his heated lips away from her tits and started kissing his way lower on her body.
When he reached her navel, he thrust his tongue into it and made her belly ripple from the sensation. His hands were spreading her cunt-lips fully and he was massaging the lower part of her hot snatch as he worked his mouth over her belly and onto the uplifted leg, sucking now and then at the interior of her thigh until she grabbed his head and tried to force his mouth to her aching cunt.
"You ... you bas ... bastard..." she grunted, you ... you ... said ... you said you'd ... do ... do it. Please!"
Sam worked his hands under her squirming ass, squeezed the firm little mounds as he lifted her hips from the vinyl seatcover and thrust his face between her spread legs.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" Becky screamed as his hot mouth met her hot cunt. His tongue slashed across her clitoris and she dug her nails into his scalp as he sucked at the throbbing bud of nerve endings while driving his fingers into the cleavage of her ass.
Sam inhaled deeply, savoring the pungent odors of the aroused young cunt he was sucking greedily. The frenzied cries that issued from Becky's throat, the wild way her hips were moving in his embrace, the taste and odor of her young cunt all combined to remind him of the time, when he'd been sixteen, that he'd first eaten a cunt. Ever since then, he'd gone down on any female who'd allow him to do so.
His tongue ravished her clitoris, slashed across it, flicked up and down under it, prodded it about. Becky moaned and rubbed her cunt against his face as she sought to increase the fabulous sensations that were coursing over her body. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, "I can't stand it, I can't stand it."
But Sam knew that she could and that she could stand a lot more. He began running his tongue up and down the entire length of her cuntal furrow, sweeping his tongue from her clitoris to her ass-hole, until his oral ministrations made her start cumming once more.
" AHHHHHHHH," Becky yelled, as Sam pressed his lips to her vagina and drank greedily at the juices that were flowing from her. Ohhhhhh, goddamn, it's so good, she thought.I. never knew it'd be like this.
No sooner had she grown accustomed to the sensations he was producing by his sucking of her vagina, than Sam introduced her to new thrills. His tongue drove into her cunt, striking deep into the hot and clammy passage of her vagina and wiggling around the way his fingers had done earlier.
Becky sucked her belly in and humped her cunt tighter to his face. Sam had his little finger at her ass-hole and, slowly, began worming it into her body. The dual invasion caused her to start cumming again.
"AHHHHHHHH," she moaned. The leg that had been on the seat flipped across his back and mashed his face tighter to her cunt. His finger was as far up her ass-hole as it would go and his tongue was sliding rapidly in and out of her cunt as if he were fucking her with it. Becky's head lolled from side to side and spittle ran from the corner of her mouth as he worked on her.
He made her cum a couple of more times before lifting his mouth from her cunt. Even then, her body continued to writhe on the seat, as he stroked her belly and tits lightly, letting her return from the high level of sensation he'd introduced her to by degrees.
Finally she sat up and looked at him. His lower face was wet with her juices and she slid her arms around him and licked him clean, then worked her tongue into his mouth. But, after he'd sucked on her tongue for a minute or so, he pushed her away. "That's enough for now," he said.
They were both a little surprised that she agreed with him.
CHAPTER FIVE
A couple of days after I'd fucked the kid, whose name, I finally discovered, was Billy, I began to notice that some of the older boys were eyeing me in a different manner than they had. Ever since the full contingent of campers had arrived, I'd been getting a lot of long looks, for I was one of two women at the camp, and Mrs. Riley was in her late fifties.
But, some of the boys didn't seem to be just undressing me with their eyes, they seemed to be looking at me as if there was something deeper than a mere appreciation of my figure involved. I gathered that Billy had told a couple of his friends that I'd fucked him.
Also, because nobody did anything more than look, I began to feel that he hadn't been believed. It began to look as if I was going to have to make arrangements to meet him again. Not that I wouldn't enjoy myself with Billy, he'd been a good lay.
About the time I started getting horny enough to want to say something to Billy, one of the other boys finally took a chance that he'd been telling the truth and approached me.
It happened in the afternoon, after we'd cleaned up the kitchen following lunch, but before we started fixing supper. I was sitting on the mess hall steps, watching a ball game. The batter hit a high foul that bounced a couple of times and rolled to my feet. I picked it up and threw it back to the pitcher, even though one of the boys who was waiting a turn at bat had come after it.
"Good throw," he said, wiping his forehead, for he'd run to get the ball.
"Thanks, Lennie," I said. He was one of the boys that everybody knew; handsome, in a rugged way, with a brash sense of humor and enough animal magnetism that there were always two or three younger boys following him around.
He started to turn away, then paused. "When you gonna go swimming at night again?" he asked, in a low voice.
"Why?" I teased. "You want to swim with me?"
"That'll do for a start," he answered, giving me a grin that implied it would be just a start.
Lennie was the kind of guy, who, if he'd been four or five years older, I'd have dated without a second thought. "Why don't you see if I go tonight?" I suggested. He was staring at me and I stretched, drawing my shoulders back to make my tits more prominent. He licked his lips as he feasted his eyes on them and I smiled to myself. "I think I'll be swimming tonight," I assured him.
"I think I'll be swimming too," he answered, before he ran back to join his teammates in taking the field.
Rather than go straight from the house to the shore, as I'd done the previous night, I walked down the road and entered the woods on the promontory that formed the other side of the cove. As I slipped through the trees, I saw a figure sitting by the edge of the water on the same side of the cove as I was. Lennie had swum across the narrow cove so he could have a good view of me as I stripped and started swimming, if I had entered the water where I had the night Billy had followed me.
I walked quietly and was right behind him before he realized I was there. He jumped, then giggled to hide his fright. "I didn't expect you to be coming up behind me," he said.
"But you thought I'd be coming?" I replied.
"I knew if you showed up, you'd be cumming," he answered.
"Oh?" I asked, lowering myself to the ground beside him and offering him a cigarette after taking one myself.
"Well, Billy said that you and he got it on," he said. "And, I figure I can do a lot more for you than Billy did. I know what I'm doing."
Again, all I said was: "Oh?"
"Yeah," he said. "There was this girl back home that'd do it with anybody that gave her a buck. 'Course," he continued, "it wasn't much. We just went into an alley and she held her skirt up so I could do it. But," he added, as if to assure me that he was worth my consideration, "I been up on the roof with a couple of different girls that'd do everything but."
You're a real good stud, eh?" I murmured, twisting around and lying back with my head on his thigh. The moon was shining enough so we could see each other.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I must do it right though; this one chick was fifteen and she kept coming back for more. She said she liked the way I made her feel."
Neither of us said anything until the cigarettes were too small to hold any longer. After we'd stubbed them out, I sat up and asked: "You ready for that swim?"
Lennie caught me by the shoulders. "Why waste time swimming?" he countered. "That's not what we came down here for." He pulled me to him and I went eagerly, slipping my arms around his chest as I sought his lips with mine. Slowly he sank back to the earth and I came down over him, my mouth moving on his as we slid our tongues around and around each other's tongue.
Lennie, I had discovered from a conversation with Mr. Riley that evening, was not quite fourteen, but I could tell the difference between him and Billy already. Billy may have been a year older, but Lennie was more of a man. Billy had known what to do, Lennie knew what he was doing.
I squirmed around until I was pressed full length over him. My hands had moved from his back to his chest and gotten under his shirt and I was massaging his neck and shoulders as I poured my tongue into his mouth and rubbed myself against him. Lennie had slid his hands down my back and was caressing the upper slopes of my ass where my bikini bottom left my buttocks uncovered.
Sitting up, I caught his T-shirt and worked it up his chest and he raised himself a little to let me get the garment off. He had a broad chest, firmly muscled and I rained kisses across the top of it, licking at his nipples as he reached between us and undid the knot between my tits that held the bikini bra in place.
"Jesus, you got great knockers," he whispered, jiggling them in his fingers as I moved my mouth back to his. I was crouched over him, my legs outside of his so I could feel the thick bulge of his cock pressing against my dampening cock as I wiggled my hips from side to side while supporting myself on my elbows as I kissed him greedily and let him play with my tits, which were already hard-tipped.
By shifting my elbows a little, I was able to lever myself higher over him, until my tits hung just above his lips. "Ohhhhh," I moaned, as he circled my flinty nipple with his tongue, sliding the tip around my areola, slowly licking at the end of the tit I was offering him as he flexed his fingers against the other tip and returned his free hand to my ass again.
This time, after running his fingertips across the bare part of my ass a few times, he began working his fingers under the bottom of my bikini. I balanced myself on one elbow and reached down, undid one knot and let him carry the bikini pants over the flare of my ass as he swept his fingers lower.
It dawned on me why the girl Lennie had told me about had come back to make-out with him time after time. Although the word seems incongruous when applied to sex, he had what could only be described as a reverent attitude toward what he was doing. His lips moved over my tit as if it was something holy and his fingertips brushed the satiny skin of my ass in tender gestures.
I wiggled a little and got my arms under Lennie then rolled to my back, bringing him with me. His belly rested against my crotch as he slid his lips from one tit to the other and back, and he worked both hands under my ass, massaging the resilient flesh gently as I pressed my hands to the sides of his head and moaned each time his lips stopped to work on one of my nipples.
He hadn't touched my cunt and I was already wet and squishy, I drew my knees up into the air until my heels were against my squirming ass and rubbed my hot cunt against his belly as I moaned: "Ohhhhhhh, Lennie, you're getting me so hot."
Holding his head firmly, I began working more of my tit into his mouth, tugging at the back of his head until he opened his lips and submerged all of my tit in the hot wetness. His tongue slid across my nipple and I writhed under him, unable to keep still. "Ohhhhhhh," I moaned again.
Lennie drew his hands from under me and lifted himself by sliding his knees toward my tossing hips. His fingers moved with feathery motions over my inner thighs until I could stand it no longer and grabbed one of his hands, which I carried to my aching cunt.
"Unnnnhhhhhh," I grunted, as his fingers closed around my throbbing clitoris. That simple touch was enough to make me cum and my ass slammed against the ground as my hips undulated violently. My other hand left his head and I was frantic as I worked to undo his jeans and get to his cock.
As I closed my fingers around the thick shaft, Lennie lifted his mouth from my tits and pressed his lips to mine. I drove my tongue deep into his mouth and caressed his cock in both hands, rubbing the head against one palm as the other hand slid up and down the length of the throbbing rod. For a kid his age, Lennie had a fantastic cock, long and solid, like a man's cock rather than a boy's. He was bigger than Tom was and I'd never had any cause to complain about Tom's physical equipment before.
Suddenly I couldn't stand just handling his cock. I rolled him to his back and got over him, kneeling by his feet to work his jeans and shorts down. His cock rose like a spire and I felt I had to duck my head and lick at the bulbous head as I stripped him.
"Ohhhhhhh," Lennie moaned, as I pursed my lips and worked them against the head of his cock. Wantonly, I sucked the head into my mouth and laved it with my tongue, then ducked my head lower and lower, until my nose was tickled by the thick hairs in his loins. "Ahhhhhh," he sighed as I swallowed hard, squeezing the head of his cock with the muscles of my throat. His hips jerked up and I ran my hands under him, cupping his trim ass in my hands and working my fingertips in the crevice between the cheeks as I began to bob my head wantonly over the stiff cock that I knew was going to provide me with more pleasure than I'd had in a long time.
There was no doubt in my mind about how long I was going to suck Lennie's cock. I wouldn't be able to stop until he'd shot his load into my mouth, but I knew he'd still be able to fuck me after that and I didn't care that I had to deny myself the relief I wanted until I had satisfied my desire to draw his hot jism out of his balls with my oral ministrations.
In fact, while I wanted to bring him off with my mouth, I didn't want to do it too soon, so, after bobbing my head over his cock for a few seconds, I let the wet shaft slide from my mouth and began working my lips along the pulsating vein that runs along the underside of a cock. Lennie's breath whistled through his nose and his ass squirmed harder in my hands as I worked on him.
I kissed, nibbled and licked at the underside of Lennie's cock from the head all the way to the point where the shaft merged into his scrotum. Still lower went my wanton mouth, until I was working his balls under my lips.
Once, when I'd been out on my own and let a guy pick me up, he'd asked me, as I sucked on his balls, if I'd rim him. I hadn't known what the term meant and, after he'd explained it to me, I'd been shocked. But that had been a couple of years ago. Now, as Lennie drew his legs up involuntarily, I moved my lips under his balls and licked at the crack of his ass until I encountered the tight hole with my tongue.
"Ooooooooh," Lennie moaned as I probed and prodded at his ass-hole with my tongue. His hands were gripping my head but, from the way he was acting, I could tell he was torn between a desire for me to continue and a desire to stop me.
My tongue dug into his fragrant anus, working into the anal sphincter as the very perversity of my act spurred me to go further. Slowly, with difficulty, I breached the tight ring of muscle with my demanding tongue. "Unnnhhhhhhh," he groaned, his body shuddering. "Please."
Swiftly I lifted my head and resumed my licking of his cock, centering the action of my tongue against the head of the hard rod. Around and around the nut-shaped glans my tongue raced, until Lennie started trying to get me to take his cock back into my mouth.
Although I could tell he was in desperate need of relief from the way his body was arched into the air, I was determined to do things at my own pace and I was slow to let him enter my mouth with his cock. Once it was there, however, I took pity on him and bobbed my head steadily over his cock, working my lips and tongue on him as I caressed his balls with one hand and rubbed the crack of his ass with the other.
"Ohhhhhhh," he moaned, grabbing my head. "I ... I'm gonna cummmmmm." He was trying to lift my head but I kept it over his cock and sucked greedily until I felt him surrender to my demanding mouth and let it come.
"Ahhhhhhh," he sighed as I swallowed the hot jism and sucked harder. He shot gob after gob of jism into my mouth and I loved every burst of the hot sticky substance. Only his shoulders and heels were against the ground as his body bowed under my wildly sucking mouth and he moaned uncontrollably as I sucked his dick harder and harder.
At last he was drained and collapsed, with a shudder, against the ground. His cock was still as hard as it had been before I'd started blowing him, and I was in no condition to wait for him to recover enough to fuck me, so I moved over him, lifted my ass high, and guided the head of his spit-wet cock to my oozing vaginal shaft.
"Unnnggghhhhh," I grunted as I drove my hips down and felt his thick cock enter me. Slowly, savoring every inch of his cock, I worked my hips down and drove him deeper into my hot snatch. Lennie started at me as I fucked myself down over his cock and I knew that my face had to be contorted by lust as I worked myself over him, my tits and hair flying wildly as I writhed on the hard cock that I was impaling myself upon.
When his cock was as deep into me as it could go, I sat up straight over him, pressing my knees against his heaving chest and resting my hands on my thighs.
"I ... I thought I was gonna go crazy when you sucked my dick like that," he whispered.
"I did too," I answered, as I began working my hips back and forth, keeping his cock buried to the hilt in my hot pussy. It felt so good to be filled as much as he was filling me that I was content, for the moment, to just savor that fullness.
Still, I wanted to cum myself and I soon began lifting and lowering myself over his cock. Lennie started at the junction of our bodies, watching his cock as it appeared and disappeared in the hungry maw of my cunt and I dropped to my hands and knees and looked at it too. It was a beautiful sight to see that thick shaft appear, glistening with my saliva and cunt juices, then to watch it disappear as I humped my ass down to his loins.
"Good, sooo goooodddddd," I moaned, as I started fucking him faster. Lennie lifted his hands and began working them on my tossing breasts, rubbing the palms against my nipples or squeezing the full mounds as I rose and fell over him. I was almost ready to start cumming and I worked harder, thrusting down hard and snapping my hips forward each time I felt the head of his cock bang against the entrance to my womb.
"Ahhhhhhh," I moaned, as I started cumming. My juices flowed over his cock as I ground my cunt against his thick hair. My vaginal muscles were constricting a rippling series of spasms and I dug my fingers into my thighs as I shuddered hard.
Even as I finished cumming I started lifting and lowering my hips over him once again, determined to bring myself off again as soon as I could. It didn't take me long to cum once more and the orgasm was so hard that I couldn't stay upright and collapsed over him.
Lennie locked his arms around me and rolled me onto my back then commenced sliding his cock in and out of me in a series of long thrusts that carried him almost out of my cunt before he drove his thick cock back into me. Our bellies slapped together and I grunted with pleasure each time he embedded his cock in me. God, but he was a good lay.
"Ohhhhhhh, fuck, fuck, Lennie," I pleaded, needlessly I was aware. He was hammering away at me in a way that said he was going to fuck me good.
My knees rose and started to can't outward, but he slipped his arms under my thighs and bent my legs back over my body until I had my feet against his shoulders. His ass rose and fell frantically as he threw his cock into me in a steady tempo and I squealed each time his balls slapped against my exposed ass-hole.
He made me cum twice like that, then drew his cock from me. I grabbed him, trying to get him to continue the fuck, but he twisted away from my grabbing hands and, all at once I no longer cared that his cock wasn't in me. His mouth was hot on my cunt and he shoved his tongue into my swampy vagina and whipped it around, touching the walls of my vaginal passage as he rubbed his nose against my clitoris and squeezed the cheeks of my ass in his hands. Within seconds after he'd begun fucking me with his tongue, I'd cum again and I was sure that, if he had eaten the girl he'd told me about, it had been only his lack of knowledge of females that had saved her virginity. ... I doubted if a girl could refuse to let him fuck her after he'd worked on her cunt with his mouth.
He wallowed in my snatch for a long time, licking and sucking my cunt-lips, nibbling at my clitoris when he wasn't slashing his tongue across it, running his tongue in and out of my vagina or sucking voraciously at it whenever I'd cum so he could taste my cuntal fluids. I writhed and moaned and beat my heels against his back as he tormented me with his wanton mouth.
Suddenly he threw himself over me and drove his cock back into my vagina. "AHHHHHHH!" I
. screamed as I raked his back with my nails. He'd made me cum again and I knew he was far from through with me, although he'd already brought me off more times than anyone had ever done before.
I was right in my assessment. By the time Lennie finally rolled away from me, I'd lost track of the number of times I'd screamed that I was cumming and I knew that, if he'd gone on for many minutes longer, I'd have been sore.
"Jesus, Lennie," I whispered, when I could finally speak, "that girl should've given you your dollar back, if you fucked her as well as you've just fucked me."
"She did," he answered.
I could believe it.
CHAPTER SIX
Lennie taught me one thing; after a session in which I got fucked, and eaten, that well, I had no desire for sex the next day. Before, even after the best sex I'd had, if somebody came on to me, I'd have hopped into the closest bed. And, I looked at the men I came into contact with and wondered how they would be as a bed-partner. But the day after Lennie and I fucked, I had absolutely no interest in sex; all I wanted to do was get through the day and crawl into bed. Guys like Lennie wear a girl out and the four hours of sleep I'd gotten hadn't been enough. Even taking a couple of hours nap in the afternoon hadn't helped me recover enough to stay up more than half-an-hour after I got through in the mess hall the next night.
I learned something else from Lennie and Billy; they talked. Maybe I should have expected it; older guys talk about the girls they've been with sexually-that's how Tom and I got started, I'd slept with his roommate after letting him pick me up in a bar one night when I was horny and he'd been so impressed that he must have raved about me to Tom. Tom called me for a date two days later, although we'd known each other for years and he'd never paid any attention to me during that time. I guess boys like Billy and Lennie have more reason to brag when they get laid, most of them haven't even gotten a hand-job from a girl.
Anyway, I knew that Billy and Lennie had recounted their experiences with me to the boys they were closest to, for I got several offers to go swimming, only the way they said "swimming" I could tell they didn't expect to get into the water, but into me.
Not that I minded. After all, I'd come to Camp Winahanee to get fucked by young studs, and the more of them that knew I was interested, the less trouble I'd have finding partners. I no longer had to worry about how to approach the boys, all I had to do was let one of them know that I was going swimming and that I wanted company and I'd have an eager young stud just waiting to throw his hot, hard meat to me.
Still, I wondered if, even though I liked it so much, I was doing the right thing by fucking kids as young as I was. What was going to happen to guys like Billy when they got back home, now that they knew what it was like to sink their hard cocks into a wet and willing cunt? Were they going to be able to go out with girls their own age who didn't want to do anything more than neck, and maybe pet a little and accept that? Or were they going to use the tricks I taught them to get some kid their own age to drop her panties and give it to them?
I tried telling myself, each time I slipped down to the cove to meet this or that boy that, if they used what they learned with me to seduce some teenybopper, that it was none of my concern. I mean, I could remember when I was twelve and starting to date. The guys I went out with always wanted more than I felt I could give them and I always drew the line where I thought I should. If a guy wasn't satisfied with that and insisted I give him a hand-job, say, when all I was willing to do was neck with him and let him squeeze my tits through my blouse and bra, then I told him to find somebody else to go out with. When a boy got liberties with my body, it was because I wanted him to have them, not because he insisted I give them to him. In fact, the harder a guy tried to get more liberties than I was willing to give him, the longer it took him to get what he wanted. Until my senior year at high school, I wouldn't let a boy do more than neck with me on a first date. And, I'd fucked four different guys before I allowed a guy to pick me up when both of us knew I was going to fuck him that night. If I could do it, the girls that guys like Billy, Lennie, Joe, Terry or the other boys I fucked, went with could do the same.
I didn't go to the cove every night. Nor did I look for repeats. The only boy who got anything from me after the first night was Lennie. Of course, he was the only boy I fucked who was good enough to make me want to give it to him again. The others fucked me well and I enjoyed each of them, but I didn't enjoy any of them but Lennie enough to want another session with them.
Maybe it was because they didn't think they'd be believed, or maybe it was because they were afraid that, if they did, I would have older guys interested in fucking me and they wouldn't get any, but the boys I fucked never talked to the counselors. At least, as far as I know, they didn't. None of the counselors ever made overtures to me and I imagined that they'd be just as horny as the campers, if not more so. After all, they were college guys and, I was willing to bet, had much bigger cocks and were used to getting fucked regularly.
Did I say that there was an abandoned service station just across the road from the entrance to Camp Winahanee? Well, there was and, on several occasions, when I was heading for the cove or stumbling back, I'd noticed lights on in the building. Not electric lights, more like the lights of candles or Coleman lanterns. Still, there were lights there and I began to wonder what went on at the building.
One evening when I hadn't made arrangements to meet any of the campers at the cove, I noticed the dim flicker of lights from the building across the road and decided to investigate.
Cautiously, I entered the woods between the building and the tourist cabins at the junction, then slipped around to the back of the old service station. Although the front of the place was boarded up, the back was the same as it had been when the station was still in use and I crouched near a window, peering inside.
What I saw wasn't anything that I hadn't expected. One of the counselors from Winahanee was there, along with three other guys and a girl. It wasn't hard to figure out what was happening: Different counselors from the neighboring camps were slipping away, meeting at the service station and partying. One of the guys was playing an acoustical guitar and there was a bottle of wine passing around. The only question I had was why there wasn't a girl from each of the girl's camps; the other camps were represented and there were two guys from the camp on the other lake.
Not that I wondered about it long. I walked boldly to the back door and pulled it open, then stepped inside.
Immediately everybody froze. Then the counselor from Winahanee, George, who I knew was a senior at Brown, recognized me and said: "Hey, it's cool. She works across the road. That's our cook."
"I'd eat anything she put in front of me," one of the other guys chuckled and we all laughed.
"Come in and have a hit of wine," another guy invited, and I took the bottle, raising it to my lips and drinking deeply. It was just cheap wine, but it was cool and it tasted good. I hadn't had anything to drink, nothing alcoholic at least, since I'd gotten to the camp.
For about half-an-hour we sat around rapping; the usual things people talk about when they don't really know each other. It turned out that none of the kids had met before, that there was an underground circle among the counselors that kept the parties going, but with a constantly changing group. Everybody there but me had been to at least one party, they'd just never been to one at the same time.
Besides George, the guys were Paul and Barney, from the camp on the other lake, a couple of tall, blonde boys that looked like the kind of guy you saw in movies about surfers-tanned, with sun-bleached hair, they were sophomores at Cornell, majoring in political science. There was another guy, Maurey, a short, intense Jewish boy from Long Island, who had just finished a tour in the Peace Corps and who was heading back to the University of Chicago in the fall to enter graduate school in mathematics. He was the guy who'd been playing the guitar. Maurey wasn't bad looking if you like swarthy, wiry guys with quirky smiles. George was on the beefy side, a football player, but a back, so he didn't look muscle-bound. Surprisingly, he was also a philosophy major and an A-student.
The other girl was Mimi. She was a junior at Bennington; almost six feet tall, with a slender body and brunette hair that fell to her hips. I'd figured she'd be a liberal arts major but she surprised me by announcing that she was majoring in comparative religion.
"Doesn't look as if Gloria's gonna get here," Barney said, after we'd sat around for half-an-hour or so. The others agreed. Gloria was supposed to be the representative of the other girl's camp in the neighborhood.
"How about it, Jody?" Mimi asked, "you want to trip?"
"Jesus, I don't know," I replied, "I've got to get up early and be in the mess hall." Although I wasn't a real acid freak, I had tried LSD and I'd enjoyed it. However, I usually stuck to grass and hashish, with an occasional diet pill when I had to cram for a test or exams.
"This is smooth acid," Barney assured me. "California stuff. If you have to, you can sleep behind it. No speed, nothing but pure acid on a vitamin C tab. We've all got to work tomorrow too," he reminded me.
Paul was already handing tablets to the others and when he paused in front of me, after a brief reflection, I took one of the two remaining and popped it into my mouth, taking a hit of the wine and handing him the bottle to wash his tab down with.
Maurey was rolling a couple of marijuana cigarettes to help pass the time while we were waiting for the acid to start working. He lit one and took a long drag, then passed it to Mimi, who handed it to George after toking on it herself.
By the time Maurey lit the second joint, I could feel the effects of the first, although I'd had no more than two tokes. It was good grass and things were stretching out, getting mellow. Maurey slid his arms around Mimi and the two of them sank to the floor, which was covered with mattresses and foam rubber, spread over with blankets and rugs. They were kissing hungrily and I saw him unbuttoning her blouse to get to her tits without her making any move to stop him.
It didn't bother me, although I'd never taken part in any sort of public sexual display. I'd been at parties where people had necked torridly and where hands had voyaged under skirts and sweaters in a room full of people, but I'd always gone off to, at least a darkened room, even if it was one where somebody else was fucking on the other bed. If Maurey and Mimi wanted to make out in a room that was lit, even if it was dimly lit, it was their business.
Then Paul's arms circled my waist and he pulled me back across his lap. Before I had a chance to say anything, his mouth had come down on mine and his tongue had slipped into my mouth to dig against my tongue.
Well, I'd halfway expected it. I mean, these guys were stuck out in the sticks without much chance to get together with a girl and it was obvious that they were going to take any chance they got. The girls at the camps probably got just as horny as the guys did and it was probably understood that, when somebody came to one of the parties, it was to get fucked. No wonder Mimi had been glad to see me when I'd appeared, she might have been thinking she was going to have to take on all four of the guys if the other chick didn't show up. Now, it looked as if she'd put out for two of them and I'd take on the other two.
I didn't mind. They were all nice guys, guys I'd have gone out with if we'd met on campus. And, I'd probably have fucked any of them that tried to get in my pants. I slid my arms around Paul and sucked on his tongue as I wiggled my shoulders and caused my unbound tits to roll against his naked chest. He and Barney had on denims that ended just below their knees, what the surfers call baggies.
The way I figured it would work was that Paul and I would neck for a while, then drift into one of the other rooms to fuck. That, after Paul was satisfied, I'd come back and end up with either Barney or George.
It didn't work that way. I had on a pair of culottes and about the time Paul slid one arm from under me to investigate the feel and form of my tits, I felt hands slipping up my thighs, under the legs of my culottes, stroking the tender surface of my thighs as they worked their way toward my cunt. .
I stiffened and tried to squirm out of Paul's embrace. "Easy, honey, easy," I heard Barney whisper. "What's it going to hurt? Everybody wants to have a little fun. A chick that looks like you isn't a cherry. I mean, you must have figured out we were here to get laid and you stuck around. Why should I sit and watch? We just enjoy ourselves. Just relax and flow with it."
The acid was starting to work on me and I couldn't pick any holes in his argument, although I was sure there had to be some.
Then, suddenly, Mimi yelled: "I'm a flower! I'm a flower!"
Paul lifted his head to see what she was doing and I turned to watch as she sprang free from Maurey and George's embrace and hopped to her feet. Her blouse was undone and she slid it off her shoulders and arms, revealing small, but nicely-formed tits with incredibly long nipples.
Maybe it was the acid, maybe she was a natural exhibitionist; but she undid her jeans and began working them down her hips and thighs, revolving her ass and doing a fair series of bumps-and-grinds as she lowered the denims. Her cunt was soon exposed and she turned to give the three of us on one side of the room a good look at it, then flashed her trim little ass at us as she shook herself while facing George and Maurey.
Mimi's jeans hit the floor and she stepped out of them, then lifted one leg perpendicular to the floor and spun on her other foot, her long hair flying out behind her. "Goddamn it," she insisted, "I'm a flower. Aren't I a flower?"
"Yeah, baby, you're a flower," George growled. "Now come here and let me pollinate you." He was lying on his back, his jeans open and his cock straining upward. George had the biggest cock I've ever seen, long and thick, it looked more like the bun that went with a foot-long hotdog than it did a cock. I shivered at the idea of getting a cock that big run into me and was glad that George had attached himself to Mimi. "Come here," he growled again, holding out his arms to her.
"No, I want to dance," she retorted, spinning around on first one foot, then the other. For somebody who was so gawky looking, she was amazingly graceful and she twisted her body effortlessly, putting herself through contortions I didn't think I could follow and I'd always considered myself supple.
"Dance with me, Jody," she called, swooping down and reaching her hands out in invitation. "Dance with me."
"Go ahead," Barney urged, withdrawing his hands from my legs. Maurey picked up the guitar and started strumming it, playing some kind of wild folk dance music that added to the excitement I was building within me. Of course, the acid was playing a big part in the building of that excitement.
I guess every girl has, at one time or another in her life, wanted to strip in front of a bunch of horny men and I was no exception. Within a few seconds of the time I'd risen to my feet and started circling in the opposite direction as Mimi, I had my culottes opened and was shimmying my arms out of the short sleeves.
"Wheeeeew, shake it, shake it," George yelled, as I shoved the culottes over my wildly gyrating hips and down my thighs. My tits were flipping about and, as soon as I could step out of the culottes, I began working my bikini panties off. In a second I was as nude as Mimi.
For several minutes we cavorted in the center of the room, our hands sliding over our bodies, squeezing our tits or brushing our thighs as we worked ourselves higher and higher into erotic frenzy. Mimi was actually finger-fucking herself before long and, while I didn't go that far, I did squeeze my clitoris until it was standing erect and throbbing for everyone to see.
Suddenly George sprang to his feet and caught Mimi around the waist. Luckily the floor was soft, for he bore her to it swiftly and, as soon as she was on her back, he was between her legs, running that huge cock of his into her open cunt with one strong thrust that took him to the depths of her cunt. "AHHHHHHHHHH!" Mimi screamed as she threw her legs up and locked them around his waist.
As we had danced, George, Paul and Barney had stripped and, as Barney caught me and pulled me to the floor, Maurey sat aside the guitar and began stripping.
The acid was in control of me and I didn't care that there were other people in the room.
Barney threw my legs as far apart as they could go and thrust his mouth against my hot and squishy cunt, cupping my ass in his hands as he licked hungrily at my twat.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I moaned, humping my cunt up tighter to his mouth.
I didn't moan for long, although he continued eating me. The reason I stopped moaning was that Paul was suddenly straddling me, poking his hard cock into my mouth. I caught him around the waist and plunged my head toward his belly as he grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under my head so I could suck his cock easier.
Neither Barney nor Paul was what I would call spectacularly endowed, although both had long cocks. The thing was that neither of them had any girth to their cocks and it looked as if they had a pencil hanging between their legs.
A moment after I'd started churning the head of Paul's cock in my eager mouth, I felt hot lips roaming over my tits. Since Barney was still licking greedily at my cunt, I knew that Maurey had to be the person eating my tits. God, I thought, in the back of my mind, what have I gotten into, three guys making me at once. The weird thing was that, with the LSD acting on me, I'd have welcomed a mouth on my other tit too.
Paul was rubbing my temples as my mouth moved hotly over his slim cock, my jaws shifting the head about in circles within my mouth as I ran my tongue wantonly over the head. Maurey was chewing on my nipple and pinching the other and I dropped one hand from Paul's ass and stroked the back of his head as he bit a little harder at my erect nipple. Normally, I'd have objected to the hardness with which he was nibbling on my tit, but, in the condition I was in, he could've bitten harder and I would have accepted it.
Barney's tongue was racing across the length of my cuntal furrow, working me up to a frenzy as he dug his fingers into my bouncing ass. I finally planted my feet flat on the floor and let him hold my ass off the mattresses as he started sucking eagerly at my clitoris. Ohhhhhhhhhh, I thought, he's eating me so damned well.
"Unnnnnhhhhhh, unnnhhhhhh, unnnnnhhhhhh," Mimi was gasping and I could tell, just from the agonized tone of her voice, that George was throwing her one hell of a fuck. When a girl sounds like she's hurting and loving it, the way Mimi sounded, you can be sure she's digging the hell out of the way a hard cock's riding in and out of her warm snatch, unless somebody's eating her, in which case, she's really digging the tongue action the guys performing.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," George growled. I was beginning to realize that there was something wrong with his throat, he rasped his words rather than speaking them. "Yeah, throw that ass up to me."
There was a steady slap of flesh against flesh as the two on the other side of the room went at it as hard as they could. Even with three guys working on me, I couldn't help but think of what it would be like to have that giant cock thrusting into my cunt and those huge balls slapping at my ass. Ohhhhhhh, I want to fuck him before we split from here, I thought.
I'd let Paul's cock slip from my mouth and was working my lips along the underside of his cock, sucking and kissing at it as I rubbed my fingers up and down the crack of his ass. Maurey had all of one tit in his mouth and was rubbing the other hand as Barney slashed his tongue against my clitoris and squeezed my buttocks in his hands.
Within minutes after the three of them started working on me, I began cumming. My hips snapped up and my whole body shuddered as I poured my cuntal juices down to Barney's eagerly sucking mouth. He made no move to get away from my cunt and I sensed he was one of those guys who got more of a kick out of eating a girl than he did out of fucking. I'd been with a guy once that had shot off in his pants as he'd eaten me; he had exhausted me and had never even undone his trousers, just kept his mouth on my cunt until I couldn't stand it any longer. Then he'd undressed, crawled into the other bed of the motel and slept.
Knowing that Paul and Barney had been friends for a while made me wonder if I was the first girl that had been stretched out on her back while the two of them worked on her. Paul was lifting a little, as my lips reached the base of his cock and I let them continue onto his hairy balls, sucking one into my mouth and licking it wantonly as I worked a finger against his ass-hole. To my surprise, he thrust back against the probing finger until I got the idea and jammed the finger against his anus as hard as I could, driving through the anal sphincter and sinking my finger into his ass. "Ohhhhhhh, baby, baby," he moaned, wiggling his ass around my thrusting finger.
Barney had me held in midair and was working his mouth below my cunt, licking at the thin space between the end of my vulva and my anus. I was cumming again but he wasn't bothering to suck at my vagina, he just licked hungrily at the juices as they ran out of me and pressed his mouth tighter to that space some people call the "taint".
Poor Maurey wasn't getting much, I was afraid and I got my hand under him and grasped his cock, then started rubbing my fingers along the shaft. His cock was thicker than either Paul's or Barney's, but not quite as long. As I jerked him off, he pressed my tits together and stretched his mouth wider, then took both of my nipples into his mouth at once.
All of a sudden, I felt Barney trying to get his tongue up my ass-hole. The acid had given all of us free range to express our most deviate desire and I let my anal sphincter relax as Barney commenced to tongue-fuck my ass-hole. His nose was rubbing the entrance to my vagina and my hips twisted and undulated steadily as he slobbered against my ass and grunted savagely.
Paul was shifting again and I slipped his cock back into my mouth, loosening and tightening my lips around the hard shaft as he rocked his hips to and fro, fucking me in the mouth. He ran his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth with each thrust as he saw that I was taking it without gagging. It wasn't long until the head was actually in my throat and I swallowed, squeezing the flaring head in my throat muscles as I jabbed my finger harder in his ass.
"Ohhhhhhh," he moaned, "I'm cumming. Ohhhhhhh, suck baby, suckkkkkk."
I sucked. He'd pulled back a little and I was able to taste his hot, slightly salty jism as it erupted into my mouth. like a lot of guys in their late teens or early twenties, Paul thought that jerking off was childish and he saved it in his balls unless he had wet dreams. I knew he was going to keep cumming for a while and I worked my tongue against the base of his cock as I fucked his ass with my finger. "Ohhhhhhh, cummmmminnnnggggg," he moaned, leaning forward and resting on his extended arms as I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, loving every drop of hot cum that he shot into my wanton mouth.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby, here it cummmmmmms," George growled.
"Give it to meeeeeee," Mimi whispered. "Make me feel it, big boy, make me feel it."
I was cumming for about the fifth time and, again Barney was sucking wantonly at my pulsating vagina as my cuntal fluids flowed hard.
I could hear him sucking and gobbling down t juices that he had caused to flow so abundantly.
Maurey pulled away from my jerking hand, apparently wanting to get his rocks off somebody's mouth or cunt instead of from result of my hand on his cock.
"Ahhhhhhh," Mimi groaned, "Godddddd, you're flooding me, you bastard. Ohhhhhhh, shit, I'm getting swamped. Fuck! Ohhhhhh, fuck-fuck-fuck. I love it. I love it." She sounded as though she were on the verge of tears and I didn't blame her; I would have bet I'd be ready to cry if that huge cock of George's started jumping and spasming in my cunt. Hell, I wasn't even sure that he'd be able to get it in; it was far bigger than any cock that had ever entered me, and I'd had some big ones up my cunt.
Paul and Barney pulled away from me and I looked over at Mimi just in time to see George roll away from her. Maurey was about to replace him between Mimi's legs, but George stopped him. "Let her take you dog-fashion," he suggested, "so she can work on me with her mouth." Mimi's eyes widened at the idea of taking that huge cock in her mouth, but the acid was in full possession of her and she rolled to her hands and knees, shaking her ass invitingly at Maurey as she bent her head into George's lap and began to lap at the slimy cock, which still towered away from the forest of red hair.
There were hands on my hips, urging me to turn over. I was as quick as Mimi had been to get onto my hands and elbows and I wiggled my ass just as invitingly as she had done, until Paul took my hips in his hands and steadied them while he aimed his cock to my swampy cunt and ran it into me.
I'd figured Barney would want me to suck him off and I was ready to start blowing him, when Paul locked his arms around me and rolled nie onto his belly as he turned to his back. His legs were locked around mine so I was spread for all to see. Not that anyone was looking: Maurey was throwing his cock furiously to Mimi's squirming cunt as she licked wantonly at George's cock. George was sitting up, reaching under Mimi's tossing body to rub her small tits. And Barney-what is Barney doing? I wondered.
I didn't have to wonder long. Almost before Paul had turned me face up, Barney was covering my body with his, mashing his mouth to mine as he guided his cock to my swampy cunt. "Unnnnggghhhh," I grunted, sure that he was crazy if he thought he was going to get into me and fuck me too.
But, apparently he and Paul had done this before. His cock touched my vaginal entrance and he humped it against the hole until, to my surprise but also to my great delight, I felt him entering me. For the first time, I realized that there were advantages to such a slim cock, both of them were going to be inside my cunt at the same time.
It took Barney a few minutes to get all of his cock into me, but he managed. It was driving me crazy, absolutely crazy and I writhed and squirmed between the two of them; fucking myself on the tightly packed cocks that weren't stretching my cunt any more than Lennie's had.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I groaned, even against Barney's mouth.
"Unreal, isn't it?" Paul whispered against my ear. "Isn't it just unreal?" From their conversation, I'd picked up that he and Barney used the word the same way I said something was "far-fucking-out" when I meant it was the greatest.
They couldn't move too well, but they didn't have to. Even if I was sandwiched tightly between them, I could work my gluteus maximus and my pelvis and that caused enough motion in my vagina to make all three of us gasp and snort with pleasure with almost every motion of my body.
Barney had his hands on my flanks and was stroking them while Paul's hands, which were on my tits, squeezed rhythmically in time to my writhing between them.
"Shit, Mimi, you're such a fantastic fuck," Maurey was groaning. There was a steady slap-slap-slap as he threw his cock deep into her cunt and his belly met her back-thrusting ass. From the way she was acting, Mimi was as cock-crazy as I was and I wondered if she was as wild when she wasn't on acid. I know that if I hadn't been tripping I wouldn't have even given serious consideration to the things I was doing so enthusiastically now. Not that I was doing anything that I hadn't done and wouldn't do again, but I was doing them with two guys at once and, before, I'd always stayed with a single partner. The closest I'd come to letting somebody share me had been a time when I'd gotten my date to take me home and, after fucking him in the back seat of his car and watched him go, I'd walked down the street, met another guy who'd been waiting for me and fucked him in the back seat of his car.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby, lick my balls like that some more," we heard George groan. Mimi was whimpering with delight as Maurey fucked her frenziedly and she worked her mouth against George's oversized cock and huge balls. In a way I was glad I was with Paul and Barney, but, I also couldn't help wishing I was with the other two guys. I guess any girl who's into fucking as much as I am would've wanted to take a crack at George's tool.
"I ... I ... I'm ... gonna ... cummmmmmm," Barney grunted. He dug his fingers into my thighs and arched his body to press harder against my clitoris as his cock throbbed inside my aching cunt. Even the half-a-dozen cummings I'd gone through hadn't been enough to still the hunger for hard cocks that was in me and I knew I'd fuck again and again, as long as there were hard cocks to thrust into my cunt. Acid did that to me, made me horny as hell no matter how much fucking I'd done.
Barney was shooting his jism into me and I moaned against his shoulder as I worked myself as hard as I could between them to give him extra pleasure. Ohhhhhhh, shitttttt, I moaned to myself, this is incredible.
It took Barney a minute or so to recover enough to roll away from me, but it didn't matter, if he'd rolled away from me as soon as he stopped cumming, I wouldn't have been able to move. I got off of Paul and stood up, with cum running down my thighs. Across the room, I saw Mimi wiping her crotch with a towel and asked her to toss it to me when she was finished. She did so and I dried my cunt a little, then stretched out on the floor to wait my turn on the new joint that was going around.
"This is an outasight party," I said, after the joint had been finished and a new bottle of wine started around the circle.
"It has been," Paul agreed. "You're one of the few chicks that's ever taken both of us in her cunt without crying in pain."
"Done what?" Mimi asked, overhearing him.
"They both stuck their cocks into me at once," I told her. "You talk about a great sensation."
"Big deal," Mimi said, rising to her feet and stretching to her tiptoes, with her hands above her head. It made her small tits almost invisible but did nothing to detract from the allure of her lithe body. "I'll fuck both of you at once," she said.
I was just as interested as everybody else in seeing if she could do it. As Mimi moved toward the boys, I slid across the room to take her place between George and Maurey, shivering slightly as I did so, for I realized that, once Mimi got started, if she got started, the sight was going to get the three of us so horny that I'd end up taking on George and Maurey at the same time.
"Lie down," Mimi told Paul. As soon as he'd done so, she had Barney lie ass to ass to him, with one of his legs under Paul's and his other leg draped over Paul's. When they were in the position she wanted, their still hard cocks were rubbing against each other.
Mimi knelt over their hips and spread her knees as far as she could, stretching her cunt open to the utmost. Grabbing both cocks she held them tightly at the base as she lowered her snatch over them and, to everybody's surprise, the head disappeared into her cunt with ease. As she worked her way down, Barney lifted his hands and began massaging her small tits, while Paul rubbed her trim ass. "Unnnhhhhh, unnnhhhhhh," Mimi grunted as she humped her ass down, admitting more and more of the cocks into her vagina as she did so. It struck me that, after being stretched, as she must have been, by George's cock, the two cocks, even together probably felt no thicker than a normal cock would.
Then George cupped my chin in one of his big hands and turned my head. His mouth descended to mine and I let mine go slack as he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. He urged me to lie back and I did so as his hands moved across my tits and thighs, stroking me with surprising gentleness for a man as big as he was.
I wondered if Maurey was going to try getting some of me at that time, but, when I opened my eyes a little as George began running his mouth over my throat, I saw Maurey standing in front of Mimi holding her head against his belly as she worked on his cock with her mouth.
George had his mouth on one of my tits and his fingers were working in my snatch, rubbing between the lips of my cunt as he sucked noisily on my tit. With a groan of pleasure, I got both hands on his cock, and wasn't too surprised to find that there was still some of the shaft, as well as the entire head, that wasn't encompassed by my fingers. Furthermore, my thumbs barely touched the other fingers as I commenced to pump at the monstrous cock I was soon going to have shoved up my cunt.
I'll say one thing for George, he must have realized that I had doubts as to whether I could take all of that gigantic cock into me, for he rubbed my cunt longer than most guys would've done to make sure that I was good and creamy so he could get into me without hurting me.
Finally, my ass was bouncing about so hard that I had to be fucked. "Come on, George," I pleaded, "give it to me."
"You sure you can take it?" he whispered, as he rolled between my trembling thighs. I wasn't at all sure that I could take it, but I was willing to try. After all, Mimi had taken it and I had no intention of admitting that I wasn't as much woman as she was.
"I can take it," I murmured, as I felt him set the head of his cock against the opening of my cunt. "Throw it to me, George," I moaned, "throw it to me."
He did. One moment he was just nestling the head of that over-sized cock against the opening of my cunt, the next moment, with a powerful thrust of his hips, he was driving it deep into me.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, the sound muffled by his shoulder, which I had pressed my mouth to. Ohhhhhh, it was so big that it hurt, but I loved the mild pain. I'd have killed him if he'd tried to withdraw his cock before fucking me with it.
George caught my legs and spread them as far apart as they'd go, until the tendons that held my legs to my torso were stretched taut. His cock was filling me as I'd never been filled before and as I doubted I'd ever be filled again. "You okay?" he whispered, with his cock snug in my cunt and his balls resting against my ass.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby, if you only knew how good I was," I murmured in reply. Experimentally, I humped my cunt up to him a little and was thrilled to find that I could cooperate with him as well as I was able to with anybody.
He pulled back slowly, teasing me with the tempo he'd picked to start the fuck. Not that I really minded; I was almost glad that he was giving me a chance to get used to having my vagina stretched as much as it was by that cock.
After a few cautious strokes, George seemed satisfied that I was able to fuck him without discomfort and he began picking up the tempo with which he threw his cock to me. I humped my ass up to meet his downward thrusts and gloried in my ability to fuck somebody who was hung as George was.
My clitoris quivered eagerly against the slick surface of his huge cock each time George thrust it into me and I clawed at his back and bit at his shoulder as he fucked me harder and harder. I knew it wouldn't be long before I started cumming and I was right; just about the time that our bellies started slapping together in an audible manner, I felt the welcomed fluttering of my cunt and screamed: "OHHHHHHHHHH! Fuck, George, fuckkkkkk!"
He worked his hands under me and squeezed my ass together as my vagina rippled in a series of convulsions along the length of his cock. "Jesus, baby, but you're a sweet ball," he murmured. He was still, letting me work myself up and down the length of his cunt and I dug it. Oh, boy, did I dig it.
"George," I whispered, "roll over. Let me sit on you and really work out."
"You really want to?" he gasped. "I love it when a girl rides me that way." Even as he spoke he was carrying me above him as he turned and, a moment later I was lying atop him, kissing him eagerly as I drew my legs up under me and sat up.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH," I squealed, as I forced his cock a little deeper into my cunt. I looked down and watched as I lifted myself; his cock was so big that he dragged the interior of my vagina out like a collar around his cock each time I rose above him.
My whole body shuddered each time I thrust down around that fantastic cock, drilling it up into me until I was sure it must be three-fourths of the way to my throat. George grabbed my tits and caressed them as I worked over him, rotating my hips when I was on the upswing and only the head of his cock was in me, then rocking them to and fro when all of that huge cock was embedded in me.
As glad as I was that I could take all of such a huge cock, I was also just as glad that I'd never have to do so again. A steady diet of cock that big would ruin a girl for another cock. But, I determined to enjoy myself as much as I could during the time I had George to myself.
I lifted my knees once so that I was squatting over him, then swiveled around, keeping his cock inside me as I did so. Then I was fucking him with my back to him and I was able to reach down between his legs and caress his oversized balls as I pumped lustily up and down around that straining pole of meat. George moaned with appreciation of the sight of my taut ass as it bounced up and down and he began to caress it, working his finger into my ass-hole as I commenced cumming again. "Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, loving the feel of his finger stretching my ass-hole.
To my surprise George shot off into me just after that. It felt like something hitting the entrance to my womb, so forcefully did he cum, and he kept cumming until I collapsed, sobbing with pleasure and shuddering violently as his jism and my cuntal fluids poured out of my cunt and trickled over his balls.
And the night was still young.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sam was sitting outside his cabin the next morning, after a fast visit to the five camps he served. For once, all he'd had to do was look at how a few cuts were healing and he'd finished his treatments in a hurry and gotten back to the cabin much sooner than normal. Joyce and Becky had gone into the nearest town and he was lounging in a wood and canvas chair that Joyce had found somewhere, wearing only a pair of swim trunks, trying to read a book.
He heard someone coming before they reached his line of vision and he swore under his breath, sure that it was someone who was coming to tell him that there'd been an accident.
But, as he looked up, he saw that it was a girl, a young woman actually, whom he didn't know. "Yes?" he asked, rising to his feet as she made her way toward him. He noticed that she was walking funny.
"You're the doctor, right?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, wondering where she'd come from. He hadn't heard a car pull up.
"I'm Jody Dean, the cook at Camp Winahanee," she said.
"And you were busy at sick call?" he guessed. "This is something that's not connected with the camp," Jody said. "I wouldn't have gone to sick call anyway. But, I hope you'll help me and take my check."
"What seems to be the problem?" Sam asked. "I ... well, it's a long story," Jody said, her eyes downcast, as if she were embarrassed.
"Why don't you come in and tell me about it?" Sam suggested, holding the door to his cabin open for her. She proceeded him into his cabin, but refused his offer to sit down. "That's the big part of the problem," she said. "I can't sit down."
Sam was intrigued but said nothing. Finally, after waiting a moment, Jody continued her story. She told him about finding the various counselors having a party, about joining them and taking acid with them, then entering into the orgy that had followed.
"What's the matter?" Sam asked. "Do you want me to see if you caught something from one of the guys?"
"Oh, no, nothing like that," she was quick to assure him. "It's ... well, part of it's that I'm sore as hell. I mean, one of those guys had a dong as big as my forearm just about. But, the real thing is that I'm bleeding anally. Things get pretty hazy when I think back on the latter part of the evening, but I think this one guy took me in the ass."
"Bleeding heavily?" Sam asked, as he opened his bag.
"No, not really," she replied.
"Well, let's take a look," he suggested.
Jody turned her back to him and undid her jeans, then lowered them and her panties. At his direction, she lay on the bed, kicked one foot free from her jeans and panties and parted the cheeks of her ass. Sam smiled as he noticed that she'd gotten hold of a sanitary napkin and taped it against her anus.
Swiftly he jerked the tape free and discarded the bloody cotton. Trying not to notice that she had a well-turned ass, he examined her and informed her that a few small capillaries were broken. "I'll put some salve on them and insert a roll of cotton," he said, turning away, "that ought to do it."
After slipping on a rubber glove, he larded one finger with an antibacterial, healing unguent and eased the finger into her ass, wiggling it around as impersonally as possible and telling himself that it was his imagination, that she wasn't breathing harder and fighting to hold her hips still as he anointed her.
"Was it the first time you'd been taken that way?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "Well, I'd let guys play with me there with their fingers, you know, when we were making it, but nobody'd ever put their penis there."
"Enjoy it?" he asked, as he stuffed a roll of cotton gauze into the small opening to absorb any further blood that might appear, although he'd noted that there was barely any bleeding by then.
"Yes," she whispered, her words muffled because her face was against the coverlet of the bed.
"Well, the next few times you try it, have the guy put some kind of petroleum jelly on his cock first. It'll make it easier for him to get in and keep the friction from being too rough." He held the gauze in place with a single strip of tape and added: "I'd wait a few days before trying sex that way again."
As he straightened and peeled the rubber glove off, Jody rolled over and remained on the bed, one leg lifted to ease the pressure on her ass. "Aren't you going to check the rest of me out?" she asked, her eyes half-slitted.
Sam ran his eyes slowly over her body, well aware that there was nothing under the T-shirt that she wore but warm flesh. It was only by struggling that he kept his cock from snapping erect as his eyes slid over the curve of her snatch, which was open for his inspection.
"Any bleeding from the vagina?" he asked, fighting to keep his voice calm.
"No, just a little soreness," Jody admitted.
"Well, it's probably because you were stretched. You did say that one of the men was overly generous as far as endowment was concerned?...
"He was hung like a horse," Jody said.
"As long as you're not bleeding, there's not much to worry about," Sam told her. "like I said, you just took on more than you could handle. Give it a couple of days and you'll be in good shape. '
"Oh," Jody retorted, making no move to cover herself, "I handled it all right, I just regret it now. And, what's wrong with my shape now?"
"Can you perform the functions you're supposed to?" Sam challenged.
"It'd hurt, but I could take on anybody that came along," she answered. "Want me to prove it?"
"A good doctor wouldn't do anything that could cause discomfort for a patient, unless it was absolutely necessary to prevent more serious pain," Sam answered, wanting to turn away from her but unable to as long as she was sprawled so invitingly before him.
"Are you good, doctor?" Jody whispered. Both of them knew she wasn't talking about his competence as a man of medicine.
"I've never had any complaints," Sam answered.
Jody ran her eyes over him, noting that he seemed strong. He had gentle hands and a knowing look in his eyes as he inspected her. She was wise enough in the ways of men to that there was more to the look than just a doctor's inspection of a patient.
"Is there anything else?" he asked.
"I can't think of anything you can do for me, now," she said.
"Well, when I can do something for you, you know where to find me," he told her, as he turned toward the door.
"Hey, Doc," she called. "What about my bill?"
"As a camp employee, you're entitled to my services. I don't have to report who I treated for what. I'm getting my room and board here and some pocket money whether I do anything or not. As a matter-of-fact, I'm kind of glad you came over, I was getting tired of treating cuts and insect bites and upset stomachs. Just getting something out of the ordinary was payment enough."
"Oh," Jody said, as she pulled her jeans and panties up, "I'll give you something out of the ordinary any time I can."
"Yeah? I'm sure you could," Sam answered. "But don't put yourself to any trouble."
"No trouble," Jody answered. "I'm not about to get in trouble."
"Well, if you want to come over and talk sometime. I'm always glad to have somebody," Sam murmured, as he held the door open for her.
Although the door was wide enough for her to pass him without contact, Jody brushed against him as she went outside. "It's a deal," she said. "You'll get me."
They both knew they weren't talking about conversation.
Sam watched her walking back to the camp, wondering if the enticing wiggle of her rump was exaggerated for his benefit or not. Something suggested to him that, while the girl had been around, she wasn't as easy as she might have seemed to someone who had only the way she'd acted with him as a guide.
Well, that didn't matter to him. He had no objections to dating a girl a couple of times before bedding her. On the other hand, he had a strong enough ego to allow him to accept a girl who dropped her panties and fucked him on the first date by telling himself that the way she acted with him wasn't the way she'd act with every man that came along.
And, he knew that he hadn't seen the last of Jody Dean. She had made it clear that she was interested in him, maybe more interested than he was in her.
Try as he might, he couldn't get her out of his mind. The picture of her sprawled on his bed, her legs spread and her feet braced against the frame so her knees were raised, stayed in his mind. He wondered if she knew how difficult it had been for him to avoid making a pass at her then. She would've welcomed it, he was sure.
Sam had fucked a couple of girls in the ass, usually when they were having their period and didn't want to fuck the regular way, but, also during a couple of heavy affairs, when he and the girl had been in the early stages of involvement and trying everything they could think of. Sam, when he fucked a woman in the ass, whether she was used to having a cock there or not, wore a lubricated rubber; it made it easier to get his cock into her and saved time for he didn't have to wash afterward, he could just peel the rubber off and fuck her some other way.
No matter how he tried to get back into his book, he couldn't; no matter how he tried to think of other things, there was one image that kept crowding everything else from his mind.
"Goddamnit," Sam growled, rising to his feet. His cock was straining in his swim trunks, straining and demanding attention. With another curse, Sam entered his cabin and poured himself a drink. It did no good.
The only thing he could think of was Jody Dean on her hands and knees, her sweetly curved ass high in the air. Maybe she'd thought she was going to get fucked dog-fashion, but he was willing to bet that when she felt the hard cock probing at her anus, she hadn't minded. Sure, she'd been on acid, but he was willing to bet she wouldn't have minded if she'd been straight.
He could picture the look of eager, no, of wanton, anticipation that must have crossed her face as the man behind her held her hips and pushed his cock at the tiny opening of her ass-hole. He'd bet she'd thrust her ass back at him, straining, as he must have been straining, to get the cock in her virginal ass-hole.
Sam's imagination began working harder. He could almost hear Jody's moans of pleasure-pain as the man, whoever he was, worked his cock against the tight anal sphincter. He could hear the man's heavy breathing, could hear the grunts and groans as they struggled to affix the connection.
With a groan of his own, Sam closed and latched the cabin door, then dropped his swim trunks to his ankles. His cock, hard and demanding relief, sprang out, and he wrapped his hand around it and began to pump.
Had Jody screamed when her anal sphincter was finally breached? Or had she bitten her lower lip and humped her ass back harder, enjoying the pain that came with the stretching of her ass-hole to accommodate the driving cock?
From the way she'd acted with him, he doubted if she'd screamed, except in pleasure. She'd probably taken the cock up her ass to the sounds of moans and whimpers and gasps, humping her ass back as the hard cock drove deeper and deeper into her ass-hole.
The image was almost so vivid that he could imagine he was in the room as Jody got her ass fucked for the first time. He could picture the man reaching under her shuddering body, grabbing her dangling tits with one hand, thrusting a couple of fingers up her swampy, well-fucked cunt, masturbating her, stroking her tits and her clitoris as he humped his cock into her ass, grunting and drooling with pleasure at the tightness of her ass around his cock.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Sam groaned, moving his hand faster on his throbbing cock. Christ, he was going to have to get his cock into Jody's cunt; there was no way around it, if he ever got a chance to fuck her, he would. And he was going to do everything he could to get a chance.
His cum spurted from his cock and he collapsed from the crouch he'd been in, letting his cum jet into the air and land on his belly. "Ohhhhhhhhh," he moaned, squeezing his cock harder as he ejaculated the last spurt of jism. He couldn't remember when he had wanted a . woman as much as he wanted Jody Dean.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Ready, Jody?" Sam asked as he rose from the chair in the Riley's living room to greet the girl who was entering the room:
"Yep," she answered, whirling to display her outfit, a simple dress with low neck and back and a slightly flaring skirt. She'd pulled her hair back into a ponytail and donned a little make-up, but she was far from looking like a sophisticate.
He had waited a couple of days after examining her, although it had been hard. Then he'd stopped by the mess hall and bummed a cup of coffee after giving a course in simple first aid. It was something he was doing at all the camps, spending an hour each day with the kids, teaching them how to react to an emergency. He had thought up the idea himself, to give him something more to do.
"Cream and sugar?" Jody had asked, as she'd poured two cups from the blue-enameled percolator.
"One sugar, heavy on the cream," he'd answered.
She'd carried the cups over to the table where he'd seated himself and he noticed she was walking without any apparent signs of soreness. "Everything okay?" he'd asked.
"Yes," she'd answered, refusing to look him in the eye. He had wondered if she might not have been still a little under the influence of the acid, for she seemed much more demure than she had when she'd visited him.
"Good coffee," he'd murmured, as he'd sipped from the cup.
"You didn't come in to talk to me about coffee, did you?" she asked.
"No, I was wondering when you got through here?" he answered.
"Why?"
"Well, if it's early enough, we could get into town in time to catch the movie."
She was silent for a moment. "I think I can be ready to be out of here by then," she'd said.
They'd made the arrangements and he'd walked back across the road to his cabin, whistling to himself. Maybe she wouldn't let him get into her pants tonight, but he thought there was a fifty-fifty chance of that. And, if he didn't, he was sure he would the next time he took her out. There was no question in his mind as to whether he took her out again or not; whether she fucked him tonight or not, he'd want to take her out again.
Now, as she slipped her hand in his and they walked to his car, Sam again had the feeling that this was more than just a casual date. He'd always had the ability to know, before he fucked a girl even, whether she was going to be a one-night stand or someone whom he was going to fuck often. He suspected he might see Jody when they were back in New York.
"You were late, you know,' she said, after he'd held the door to the car for her, then moved around to seat himself behind the wheel.
"Your watch must be wrong, ' he replied. "The radio said I was a few minutes early.' He started the car and backed carefully onto the road, then accelerated in the direction of town.
"I wasn't talking about tonight, Jody said, dancing her eyes across him. "I was expecting you to ask me for a date yesterday."
He chuckled. "What are you, a witch?'
"Just somebody who knows when a man wants her. Incidentally, thanks for not taking advantage of my desire the other day. I'd have fucked you if you'd asked me, but it wouldn't have been very good for me."
There was a wide shoulder just ahead and Sam pulled the car to a hard stop. "Come here," he said, turning to face her.
"I thought we were going to a movie," Jody murmured as she slid across the seat, raising her arms to encircle his neck in the process.
"Would you care if we weren't?" Sam asked, tangling his hands in her ponytail and tilting her head back.
"No," she admitted. "But, I'd have liked it better if you'd just asked me to go somewhere and fuck you, instead of playing games with me. You know I'm going to fuck you if you want me to," she added.
"And I'm going to take you to the movies," Sam said. "I made sure we'd have enough time to make a stop to get acquainted; like this."
His mouth came down on hers and her lips were rubbery and open, eager to accept his tongue across them. Sam slid his tongue back and forth across her full lips until Jody surged upward, her mouth sinking under his as she strained to get his tongue into her mouth. Her full tits pressed against his chest as she kissed him greedily, sucking on his tongue when he slid it into her mouth. Their hands roamed up and down the other's back and she slung one leg across his, not caring that her skirt rode high onto her thighs as she did so.
Sam was a little surprised that she was wearing a bra. Then he understood and smiled to himself. She'd planned to fuck him, but she was going to make him take his time about getting her. Okay, he thought, I'll do the full make-out bit. I'll make you good and hot before fucking you. I'll make you so hot that you'll beg me to fuck you.
They necked for a couple of minutes and he was pleased to note that her tits were heaving slightly when he drew back from her and pushed her toward her side of the seat.
"Bastard," she whispered softly, making it a term of endearment. "Get me all hot and then stop."
"You aren't that turned on, are you?" he asked, chuckling.
"Want to bet?" she retorted. She lifted her ass from the seat and pulled her skirt up to her belly so he could see her crotch. Her panties, where they were in contact with her cunt, were a darker color than they were across her belly and he knew that was because they were wet.
Slowly, for he didn't want to rush things between them, he slid his hand along her thigh and worked two fingers under the narrow crotch band, then drew them over the puffy lips of her cunt, collecting moisture, which he sniffed and licked when he'd removed his fingers from her squishy twat. Jody leaned back against the door, smiling at him and the expression of pleasure that crossed his face as he smelled and tasted her cuntal fluids. "Mmmmmmmmmm," he sighed, in approval.
"Hope you like Westerns," he said, as he put the car in gear and started toward town.
"As long as a lot of people get shot," she answered. "I'm not a violent person and I'd probably fight like hell if I was ever with a man who wanted to beat me or anything, but I like Westerns where they're always shooting somebody."
It was one of those Westerns, a film made in Spain where the leading character was a drifter who killed for hire. By the end of the film, he'd wiped out the small ranchers in a valley for the owner of the biggest spread in the territory, then, just for kicks, after collecting from the man, he shot him, leaving him paralyzed. The leading character's expression didn't change throughout the film, except for one scene when he ordered eggs cooked hard and the yellows ran as he stuck a fork in them. He grimaced in disgust, stubbed his cigar out in the eggs and shot the waitress.
There was a bar across the street from the theater and Jody made no protest when Sam steered her over to it. For another half hour they sat there, sipping drinks. Finally she looked at him and said: "Let's get out of here."
"Are you in a hurry?" he teased, although he signaled for their check.
"I was in a hurry to fuck you when you picked me up," she replied. "I told you, I'd have fucked you the other day, if you'd asked me to. I mean, you didn't have to take me to the movies to get me to fuck you."
"Isn't it better this way?" Sam asked as he slipped his arm around her waist and they walked to the door. "Doesn't it make sex better when you know the person you're fucking doesn't think of you as just somebody to fuck?"
"Yeah," Jody agreed. "But, what's a movie? So you've spent four or five dollars? And, you knew you didn't have to. Maybe four or five dollars isn't a lot to you. I remember a guy I went out with once, an older guy, in his late thirties; he spent fifty dollars that night and didn't even try to fuck me. All he wanted was for me to hold his cock between my tits and let him beat it off there, then he went down on me and ate me until I'd cum about three times. I mean, I'd have fucked him if he'd wanted to fuck me. And not because he'd spent fifty dollars on me. A guy could spend a hundred dollars on me in one night and I wouldn't fuck him just because of the money he spent. I've fucked guys that've spent less than a dollar on me."
"I know what you mean," Sam assured her. "It's how you relate to the person, not what they do to impress you. But, it works the same way for a guy. There's girls that I'll date half-a-dozen times before we end up in bed, just like there're girls that I wouldn't take out after the first time, no matter how good in bed they proved themselves to be on the first date. A guy picks up a girl in a singles bar and lays her that night and he might give her a phony name and ignore that bar because he didn't want to see her again, or he might date a girl and not try to fuck her until she did something that told him she wanted to fuck him."
They were in the car and Jody threw her arms around him, kissing him hungrily as she ran one hand across the nape of his neck and squeezed his cock with the other. But, when she started to open his fly, he moved his hand away and pushed her, gently but firmly, away from him. "Let's not rush it," he said. "We don't have to fuck in the car. We can go to my cabin and use the bed. Or, I can take you straight back to camp and drop you, we can neck in the car or on the porch for a while and I'll say good night."
"What is it with you?" she asked.
"I've got a pretty good idea that we'll enjoy each other in bed," Sam replied. "Maybe I want to find out what we'd be like the rest of the time. I mean, no matter how good sex is between two people, after a day or so of nothing but fucking and eating each other, it gets to be mechanical. 'Let's try the position on page 41 of this book now,"Why don't you stand on your head and I'll stick it in from behind you?'
"I've been with girls that were like that. All I could stand was the sex part of it. If we weren't fucking or sleeping, I wanted to get away. Then there was a girl that I went with for almost a year, when I was a pre-med student. She wouldn't bring me off with her mouth and there were only two positions she'd let me fuck her in, when she was flat on her back and I was atop her, or when we were lying on our sides. There were nights when I slept with her and we didn't fuck at all."
Jody was silent for most of the ride back to the cabin. But she finally said: "I ought to tell you, there's a guy at home I'm kind of going with. I mean, I don't know whether you're looking for just somebody to do a thing with this summer or whether you were thinking of keeping it going when we get back to the city."
"Well," Sam replied. "If we do a thing this summer and it's good enough, we both might want to keep it going when we get home. If you're only 'kind of going with' this guy, he's got to take his chances, doesn't he?"
"That's true," Jody answered.
They were at the road junction. Sam could either turn in behind the MacKinzie house and park next to his cabin or drive to the camp. He seemed to hesitate and Jody caught his arm. "Please," she whispered, "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you tonight."
It was more than enough encouragement for him. He turned to the left and parked next to the cabin he was using. Before he could start around the car to open her door, she was out of it and moving toward him. They met in the darkness and she pressed herself to him fully as her mouth sought his.
For several minutes they stood there, pouring their tongues into the others mouth. Sam's hands roamed up and down her back, then centered on her ass as she rubbed her hips against him. He could tell she was hot, that she was in need of a good fuck. Finally he pulled back from her a little and whispered: "Let's go inside."
As soon as the door closed behind them, he heard the rasp of a zipper and knew she was starting to undress. "Wait," he whispered urgently. "I want to undress you."
"Okay," she answered. He turned on the lamp between the beds, then draped a shirt over it to reduce the glare to a soft glow. "Come here," he whispered, holding out his arms and Jody, who'd slipped out of her shoes, almost ran to him.
Again they kissed greedily. He loved the way her mouth was so mobile against his as she rubbed her lips against his lips, let her mouth sink open when his tongue shot forward, drove it back into his mouth and followed it with her own tongue. He had his hands on her resilient ass, holding her tightly to him, feeling her tits mashing against his chest, feeling her loins pressing against his hard cock. He wanted to throw her on the bed, rip off her pants and fuck her as hard as he could, but he didn't. He wanted the slow, easy build-up more.
Slowly he sank to a sitting position, then lay back, bringing her with him. Jody squirmed around until her feet were on the bed, rolled onto her back as he stretched out next to her, his chest on her tits, his legs next to hers. The kiss hadn't been broken.
"I ... I'd better get my dress off," she whispered, when he moved his lips across her face to her ear. "It wrinkles."
Reluctantly he released her and let her slip to her feet. But he drew the zipper of the dress down, then caught the hem and started lifting it, running his hands along the outer side of her thighs and over her hips as he lifted the dress.
The heels of his hands brushed against the straining white cloth of her bra as he lifted the dress higher and she raised her arms over her head to let him get the dress off.
As she tossed the dress onto the other bed, Sam caught her around the waist and drew her over until she was standing next to the bed. His hands flexed against her full ass as he pressed his mouth to her belly, then nuzzled his face against her thighs. She was hot, his nose told him that and he loved the sweet smell of her wet cunt. Oh, he thought, Fm going to have fun eating you.
But he wasn't ready to get his face against her naked cunt yet. Once more they stretched out on the bed. Then Jody pushed him to his back. "Why don't you strip to your shorts?" she suggested. "Or, why don't you let me strip you to your shorts now?" Even as she spoke, her fingers were busy unbuttoning his shirt.
When it was open, he sat up and slipped it off as she removed his shoes and socks. Then she undid his belt and opened his trousers and he lifted his hips, letting her draw the trousers off. She ran her mouth over his chest, tongued out his navel and licked at his thighs as she worked the trousers down to his feet and off.
"I think I'd have been fucking, or eating or being eaten, with anybody else by now," she said, as she crouched at his feet. Her eyes were wide with excitement and he could tell she was really hot by the way her tits were heaving in her bra.
"Isn't it better this way?" he asked, holding out his arms to her.
"It's driving me up the walls," she answered, "but, you're right. I'd forgotten how much fun you could have getting ready to fuck or suck."
Jody lay atop him, grinding her hips against the thick bulge of his cock as he worked his hands up and down her thighs or played with the taut mounds of her ass. Her legs were outside of his and he could feel the heat of her cunt even though both of them had their loins covered. Slowly he ran his hands up her sides, making her shudder at the contact.
They rolled until she was on her back and he was above her. His mouth closed with hers as he worked his hands between them and began squeezing her tits through the soft cloth of her bra. Her nipples were swollen and she raised her knees into the air, rubbing her nylon-covered cunt against his cotton-covered prick. Sam was sure that they'd both cum with his first thrust into her; if they didn't cum before then.
"Pla ... play with ... my titties," she groaned, as his mouth slid over her throat. He slipped his hands under her and undid the catch on the strapless bra, then tossed it aside, catching her full tits in his hands and squeezing them as he licked at her shoulders. Jody's hands were moving over his back, stroking him as she squirmed under him. "Ohhhhhhh, you bastard," she moaned.
Sam kissed her again, sucking her tongue into his mouth and holding it there as he drew his legs up until he was crouched over her. He ran his fingers over her tits, squeezed them individually, pressed them together, circled her nipples with his fingers.
There was no longer any contact between his cock and her cunt, but she didn't try to get him stretched out over her again. She ran one hand along his belly and under the elastic of his shorts, caught his cock in her hand and ran her nails along the underside of it as she rolled the head under her heel of her hand. From the way her ass was bouncing about on the bed, Sam knew she was close to cumming.
He caught her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and pinched, making her moan with pleasure against his demanding mouth.
Again he pinched and a shudder swept over her body. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned, wrestling her mouth free of his. "I ... I ... I ... Ohhhhhhhhhh! I never ... came ... this way ... before."
She was hotter than he'd thought and she was getting him hotter than he'd expected to be at this stage of the game. As he ran his mouth onto her tits and began licking the heaving mounds, he caught the elastic of her bikini panties and began working them over the flare of her hips, Jody arched her ass off the bed to make it easier for him and began lowering his shorts at the same time.
When his shorts and her panties were to the knees, he drew one leg from his shorts, hooked his foot in her panties and swept them over her calves. She kicked them free, just as he was kicking his jockey shorts free.
"Goddddddd," Jody moaned as he sucked almost all of her tit into his mouth and slashed his tongue across the nipple. Her areolas had swollen, seeming to diminish the length of her nipples, but he knew how far they could extend when she was hot.
Now Sam shifted his legs and forced hers together. He lowered himself to her, resting his cock in the crack between her thighs as he sucked greedily at her tits and wormed his hands under her to squeeze her ass. Jody's head was lolling back and forth on the pillow and she was raking at his back with her nails, drawing blood, as she moaned and whimpered, impatient for his hand or his cock to make contact with her cunt. "Bastard, bastard, bastard," she groaned.
Finally he took pity on her and let her slide her legs apart. Still, he didn't reach for her cunt. He drew one hand from under her squirming ass and trailed it up and down the inner surface of her thighs until she was whimpering almost brokenly. She had one leg thrown out almost perpendicular to her body and her cunt 'Was open to him, as open as she could get it. "Bassssstaaaarrddddd," she moaned, "play with me. Stick your fingers in my cunt and let me cum again if you're not gonna fuck me yet."
He had told himself he was going to make her beg and she was begging. Sam cupped his hand over her cunt, ground the heel against her swollen mons veneris and fluttered his fingers against the wide-open snatch, feeling the gooey wetness of her cuntal juices on the hot flesh of her sweet young pussy. It was all he could do to refrain from jamming his cock into her and fucking her like a madman.
"You ... you're driving me crazy," Jody moaned, dragging his head up until she could slam her mouth against his. Her tongue drove into his mouth and she shuddered again as he made her cum for the second time.
Sam got her cunt-lips between his fingers and squeezed them. Jody's ass was bouncing up and down and her hips rocked from side to side. He wondered how many times she could cum at once and rammed a couple of fingers into her clammy vagina, making her gasp as her body arched away from the bed.
Then he remembered that she'd said something about liking a finger up her ass. He wet his little finger in her vagina and began tickling the anal sphincter, not trying to penetrate her yet. To his surprise, she began to press back at his finger, as if seeking to get him to finger-fuck her ass. As he eased the finger in, she grew wilder, raking harder at his back with her nails, grinding her lips against his until the insides of their lips were hard against the teeth. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, loud enough for him to hear even with their mouths fused as tightly as they were.
She'd been cumming every time he thrust his wedged fingers into her cunt, her vagina muscles rippling convulsively as her ass humped up to meet the descending fingers. Now she grabbed for his cock and began pumping on it hungrily. Her actions seemed to be saying that if he didn't want to cum as a result of her hand on his cock, he'd better get his cock into her and fast.
He brushed her hand away, drew his fingers from her vagina and poised with the head against the entrance to her cunt. For a moment he stayed like that and then he lifted his mouth from hers and looked down at her as he held himself up on his elbows. She tried pushing herself up around his cock but he raised his hips as she raised hers.
"Wha ... wha ... what are ... trying ... to do ... to me?" she whimpered. "I ... can't ... stand this, Sam." Her face was contorted with lust and he could see tears at the corners of her eyes, tears that were more the result of frustration than anything else. "Please," she moaned, "please, fuck me. FUCCCKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEE!"
Covering her mouth with his to prevent her from screaming again, he did just that. His thick cock slid easily into her hot cunt and she threw her legs high around him, hooking her ankles across the top of his back to get all of his cock into her as far as it would go.
Although he'd tried to keep as calm as possible during the time he'd spent exciting her and satisfying her manually, the few times that Jody had played with his cock had gotten him so hot that, as he felt the head of his cock nudge the opening of her womb, he also felt the familiar rush of jism from his balls along the length of his cock.
"Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned, "cummmmmmmmming, baby; I'm cummmmmmmmming."
His jism shot into her and he felt her vagina rippled convulsively against her wildly throbbing cock as the feel of his cum spewing into her made her start cumming again. Her body arched off the bed until only her shoulders and heels were on the mattress and she bit at his shoulders as he continued to pour his load into her steaming twat.
A moment later they collapsed, heaving, against each other.
"OHHHHHHH!" Jody gasped, as she felt him start to move.
He grinned at the surprise in her voice but he was a little surprised himself. Normally, after cumming that hard, he wouldn't have been able to start fucking for a minute or so, but his hips were rising, almost as if of their own volition, and he kissed her hard as he began to fuck her again.
Sam drew back until just the head of his cock was in her, then slid forward slowly. Jody let her legs move down until they were entwined with his, as if she knew he had to fuck her slowly for a while and wanted to help him take it as easy as he could.
Each time he slid it into her she humped her ass up to meet him and his balls slapped gently against her ass-hole as he bore down into her greedy cunt. "Ohhhhhhh, baby you're so good," he moaned against her ear.
"Don't talk, fuck," she grunted, punctuating her plea with a snapping of her hips.
Sam recognized the value of her advice. He'd have plenty of time to tell her how good she was after they'd exhausted themselves from this fuck. The truth of the matter was that it had been a long time since he'd had his cock in anybody that was as good as this girl writhing under his hammering body. Joyce MacKinzie was a fantastic lay, but she wasn't as good as Jody Dean, not by a long shot.
His cock rode steadily in and out of her cunt, making her gasp and shudder as her head rolled back and forth across the pillow. When he lifted himself to look at her, he saw that her mouth was slack, her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled back into her head until only the whites showed. She was enjoying herself, there was no doubt about that. Jody was in the transports of lust and loving every minute of it.
In fact, she was so in the transports of lusts that she didn't think she could stand to cum many more times. Each climax was so strong, and each was stronger, that she was sure she was going to have to beg him to quit. In her entire life, she'd called a halt to her sexual activity only twice, but she hadn't regretted it either time, and she wouldn't regret it now.
"Sammmmmmm," she moaned, "I ... I ... can't any more. Not ... for ... a while. I'll go crazy if I cum again."
He pulled his juicy dick out of her and held her tightly to him, stroking her tits and ass and thighs until she stopped shuddering and her breathing returned to normal.
CHAPTER NINE
"You ought to wear a sign warning girls about you, you bastard," I told Sam Ward when I could finally talk coherently. "I thought I'd been fucked before, but it was never like that. Even the guy I told you about, the one with the cock like a horse's, never made me feel the way I feel now."
"Maybe it's because everybody else was just fucking you and I was trying to make love with you," he answered.
I buried my face against his sweaty chest and my shoulders shook a little as I cried. It was one of the nicest things anybody had ever said to me. I wouldn't have believed him if he'd said he loved me, for I didn't believe in love-at-first-sight. But he had said he was trying to make love with me and I knew there was a big difference between what he'd said and what most guys meant when they told a girl they'd fucked, or were fucking, that they loved her. They meant that they loved the fact that they had their cocks in the girl's cunt; Sam meant he cared about me as a person.
When I was recovered, he pulled away from me and padded out of the room, returning a moment later with a cool, damp cloth that he used to sponge out my crotch. I lit a couple of cigarettes and he took one, as I propped myself up on the pillows. Sam mixed a couple of drinks and sat on the edge of the bed, running his eyes over my nakedness, which I displayed brazenly, I'm afraid.
"What made you decide to spend your summer up here?" I asked.
He told me about how he hadn't been able to decide between going into practice with a couple of older friends who were already established or whether he wanted to do a couple of years of public health work and how his uncle, who owned the camp where Mimi was employed, had arranged the job for him. "It's almost a vacation," he explained. "Roger figured I could use a break after the grind, but I found out I like working. I don't know how to be lazy. I started that first-aid course because I was getting bored with nothing to do."
Then, of course, I asked him about his family and he asked me about mine. We must have spent an hour just talking, sipping our drinks and smoking cigarettes, although Sam didn't smoke as much as I did, since he preferred cigars and had run out.
About the only thing we didn't talk about, during that first interlude, was Tom and why I was working at camp. And, when Sam asked me about the guy I was going with, I said: "I'd rather not talk about him now, not with you. Maybe later I'll tell you about him. But I don't want to even think about him now." The thing was, if I told him about Tom, I might have ended up telling him about the campers I'd fucked and, even now that I knew that a man could fuck me better than a boy could ever hope to, I was afraid he would think I was a cheap slut or hate me.
"Well, if I had my druthers," I said, keeping it light, "I'd like to go down on you until you cum in my mouth."
"Before, after or during the time I'm eating you?" he asked.
There was no need for me to think twice about the answer. "Before," I said.
He waved his hand at his crotch as he swung his legs a little further apart. "Be my guest," he told me.
I rose to my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing back to the bed as I kissed him greedily. Sam played with my tits as I moved my lips over his face and nudged his legs until he swung them off the bed.
Slowly I worked my way down his chest. It really turned him on, I discovered, to have his nipples sucked and I even bit at them. He was the only man I'd ever met that liked someone to work on his nipples.
Finally I slid off the bed and knelt between his legs. His cock had started to swell a little, but it was a long way from being hard. That didn't matter, I stuffed it all in my mouth and sucked on it lovingly. Within seconds, it started to swell and it didn't take long until he was as hard as he'd been when we'd first started making out.
I let his cock slip out of my mouth then and began working my lips around his belly, licking and sucking at that place next to his pelvic bone where some men are extra sensitive. Sam was one of them and I was glad that I could make him gasp in pleasure as I mouthed him there.
My lips traveled over his upper thighs and onto his balls. Even though he'd come once, his balls were still big and I licked every inch of them before taking one into my mouth and sucking on it wantonly. While I was doing all that, I'd been moving the foreskin of his cock back and forth gently, not trying to jerk him off, just adding to his pleasure.
People, men, have told me I was a great cock-sucker. I guess maybe I am, I know I love working on a hard cock with my mouth. Hell, I like any kind of sex. At least, I've liked everything I've ever done.
After I'd gotten Sam's balls good and wet with my mouth, I shifted and worked my lips lower, until I was licking the crack of his ass and across the crease where his buttocks joined his thighs. He was squirming a little by then and every so often he'd moan with delight when I did something that hit a nerve.
Remembering what I'd done to Lennie, I circled his ass-hole a few times with my tongue, then started sucking on it as I jabbed the tip of my tongue against the puckered flesh. To my surprise, my tongue started entering him. Apparently, somebody had used their mouth on his ass before, for I was able to get my tongue as far up his ass-hole as it would go without gagging me and he loved it, I can tell you that. He almost went crazy when I tongue-fucked his ass-hole.
I didn't do it long, however. Not because I objected to it, I mean, if it had bothered me to stick my tongue up his ass, I wouldn't have done it to begin with. No, the reason I stopped was he said if I did it too long, he was afraid he'd cum. And I didn't want him to cum that way. I wanted his cock to be deep in my mouth when he shot off. And I wanted him to be begging me to finish him when I finally took his jism. I'd recognized what he'd been doing when he'd played with me until I'd been ready to go up the walls and I wanted him to see what it was like to be on the other end of that kind of action.
I licked the shaft of his cock next, rubbing the tip of my tongue up and down the underside until he'd groan, then shifting to the less sensitive portion. Only after he was glistening as wetly as he'd been when he pulled out of my cunt did I turn my attention to the head.
Now I began using my teeth, nibbling at the coronal ridge until Sam's hands were tightly clenched fists. At this point I licked heavily at the head of his cock, slapping my tongue against the end before slipping it into my mouth and churning it in my jaws.
Because I'd sucked so many cocks, I could sense when I was starting to get to a man and, as soon as I noted the signs in Sam, I returned my attention to the shaft of his cock, pressing my lips to the underside and sucking gently as I moved my lips up and down.
Kneeling, as I was, I could watch his face. His jaw was clenched and I realized that he knew what I was doing and that he was fighting me. Fight all you want, baby, I thought, I'm going to make you beg me to finish you.
I did, although I had to give him the best blow-job I'd ever given anybody. I let my imagination go wild as I recalled everything I'd ever done to any cock that had produced pleasure in the man I was sucking off. I took the head of Sam's cock in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could, than lifted my head and blew across the end. I'd take all of his cock into my mouth and squeeze the head in my throat by swallowing. I'd bob my head rapidly until he was about to cum, then switch to something else. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead but he managed to refrain from asking me to finish him for a long time.
What finally made him surrender was when I started nibbling on his cock as it went into my mouth. I'd let a tiny bit enter and then press my teeth against him, let a little more in and bite again. I didn't bite hard enough to hurt him, but the alternation of pressure and nothing was effective.
"Uncle," he moaned, "uncle, uncle." With that, I started sucking him wantonly, bobbing my head up and down with my lips tight around his shaft. In seconds he was shooting his jism into my mouth and I jammed a finger up his ass as I swallowed the creamy gobs of cum he was spraying from his throbbing cock and sucked to get more. Only after he'd stopped shooting off did I lift my head.
"Come here," he murmured weakly. I lay above him, rubbing his wet cock between our bellies as we kissed deeply.
Finally he rolled me over and began moving his lips down my body. "After you've made me cum," I whispered, "I want you to fuck me again."
"Okay," he promised. What he didn't know was that I'd had a hand in my cunt the whole time I'd been blowing him and I wasn't going to last long under what I was sure was going to be his experienced mouth. There was no way, I figured, that anybody that could work me the way Sam had, could not be a great cuntlapper.
He proved to be so good that it took me longer to cum than I had thought it would. But, part of that was because he must have sensed that I'd been finger-fucking myself. He didn't use his mouth on my clitoris or vagina for several minutes either, which helped him prolong the time he was working on my cunt.
The first thing he did was lick the outside of it, running the tip of his tongue along the outer edge of my cunt-lips several times. Then he tongue-fucked my ass-hole, the way I'd done his. That almost made me cum, but he stopped just in time and kissed the whole length of my cunt with his lips together, just pecking at it until I was forced to grab his head and hold it in one place. Unfortunately, when I got his mouth pressed tightly to me, he was able to lick at me between my clit and vagina and, while it was sensational, it didn't bring me off.
Nor did I cum when he moved his mouth to my vagina, for he didn't tongue-fuck me, he just sucked at me until my ass was squirming in his hands as I whimpered and panted.
Sam proved to be a great guy though, for he realized how badly I needed to cum and he sucked hard at my clitoris for a moment until I got started, then he tongue-fucked me until I was sobbing, it was so good.
I hadn't even stopped cumming when he jumped to his feet and drove his cock into me. The bed was high enough that he could fuck me without my having to stick pillows under my ass and he fucked me hard, the way a man can after he's cum a couple of times and still has a hard-on. He'd draw all the way back, until I'd gasp from fear that he was going to pull all the way out, then he'd run his cock into me as hard as he could and, once he was fully embedded, he'd squeeze his buttocks, making his cock jump about inside my twat until I was clawing at the sheets as my head whipped to and fro.
Sam didn't neglect my tits either. Most of the time he just stroked or squeezed them, but he'd lean forward now and then and suck greedily at them as he fed his cock into my rippling belly.
From the floor, my feet rose and locked around the small of his back. Then he caught my thighs and pushed my legs up until my feet were locked behind his neck. A short time after that he bent my legs back until my knees were resting on my tits. He leaned forward and we kissed hungrily, swapping tongues as he drove in and out of my hot, swampy cunt with that sweet cock of his.
His hands were working against my ass and I thrilled when he shoved his middle finger into my ass-hole. Then he started fucking my ass with his finger and the feeling that produced reduced me to babbling, it was so good having a finger running in and out of my ass when his cock was running in and out of my sloppy cunt.
"Sam, Sam," I gasped, "do ... do you want to fuck me in the ass?"
"Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?" he asked.
"Ohhhhhh, yessssss," I moaned, "yessssss, darling. I want you to fuck me every way you can think of."
He pulled his juicy cock out of my cunt and I started to turn over so he could get it to my ass-hole. But he stopped me and straddled me, laying his cock between my tits. I smiled at him and pressed them together so he had something to fuck. It wasn't anything I'd want to do all the time, but the feel of his slippery cock rubbing between my tits was a pleasant one.
Then he left the bed. "Stretch out," he said. I did as directed, then watched as he put lots of lubricant on his fingers and worked it into my ass. By the time he was through, he was running two fingers in and out of my ass without difficulty and I was humping my ass up to them, so good did it feel. There was no pain at all and I figured that Maurey had broken me in good when he'd gotten that last cherry of mine.
Sam slipped a rubber over his cock and explained why he used them if he was going to fuck a girl in the ass. The idea made a lot of sense to me for I was hoping he'd fuck me in the cunt again before we stopped.
I spread the cheeks of my ass for him and waiting, tensing a little as I felt the head of his cock nudge my anal sphincter.
"Easy, baby, easy," he whispered. He brushed the hair away from the nape of my neck and kissed me there until I relaxed.
With a sudden thrust he entered me. He stopped as soon as the head of his cock was buried in my ass, but I wiggled my hips and humped my ass up to him. "It doesn't hurt at all," I assured him, and I was telling the truth. The only thing I felt was a deep heat and pleasure.
Slowly he worked his way into my ass-hole, caressing my tits and cunt as he did so. Finally I felt his balls rubbing at my vagina and knew he was fully in my ass. "Ohhhhhhhh, Sammmmmm, Sammmmmm, darling," I murmured as I poured my cuntal fluids over his fingers.
An idea struck me and I almost didn't say anything. But my curiosity was greater than my desire to appear as less a wanton than I was. "Take your hands away from my cunt," I begged. "I want to see if I can cum just from your cock in my ass."
"Lots of women can cum this way," he said, as he slid his hand up to cup my other tit. He was fucking me slowly but without difficulty, drawing back and working his way deeper with short jabs of his cock into my anus. I humped my ass up to him and rolled my hips from side to side as pleasure built up in me higher and higher. "Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, "I ... I think ... I'm gonna cummmmmmm, Sam. Ohhhhhhhhh, I'm cummmmmminnnnngggggg."
Sam kept his cock buried to the hilt in my ass as I jerked and trembled through a hard cum. Then, slowly, he withdrew it. I felt him fumble as he stripped the shit-streaked rubber off and then his cock was slipping into my cunt, driving up into me as he lay above me again.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned. While I'd been fucked dog-fashion before, I'd never been fucked from behind when I was lying on my belly, and I loved the way his cock entered me at a new angle.
He made me cum that way, then told me to lock my legs over his. With his cock sheathed all the way in my twat, he rolled to his back, bringing me with him. Neither of us could move much but he squeezed my tits and stroked my throbbing clitoris and I worked my hips as best I could and soon found myself cumming again.
After a few minutes, when his cock had gone limp and fallen out of me, I got up and went to his bathroom, returning with a cloth to cleanse and cool our crotches with. I mixed the drinks too and sat on the bed with my legs folded tailor-fashion as we sipped them and Sam took an occasional drag on my cigarette.
"Christ, baby," Sam murmured, rubbing my tits affectionately, "unless you're really in love with that guy back home, you might as well write him and tell him to hang it up. I don't think I could stand knowing there was somebody around that fucked as well as you without her being mine. Even with two months here ahead of us, I know I'm not going to get enough of you to be satisfied. I think getting enough of you to satisfy me might be a lifetime job."
"Sam, Sam," I whispered, "you don't want to fall in love with me." I hoped that he'd drop it right there, but he didn't.
"Why?" he asked.
"You don't know anything about me," I said. If I could get him persuaded to just fuck me all summer without falling in love with me, I wanted to, for he was fantastic in bed. But, I was afraid that if I told him about Billy and Lennie and the rest of them, he'd have nothing more to do with me at all, at the least.
"We can't be that different," he insisted. "Same general background, both college people. So, you've done acid and I haven't. So what? You're not a hippy, a drop-out. I've smoked grass and hash.
"What are you worried about? That you took part in an orgy? Hell, I've been to some pretty wild parties myself. There was a girl that sucked off every guy on the football team while I was a pre-med student and on the second-string. I mean, I've been around, I know you know what you're doing in bed and somebody's had to teach you. I don't resent the other guys."
There was no way I could seem to get him to realize he shouldn't fall in love with me without telling him. I tried to make myself look as good as possible by telling him about Tom and how sex with him was a drag, then about my conversation with Margie. He got the picture.
"You mean you fucked one of the kids at the camp?" he asked.
"I fucked four of them," I answered, refusing to look at him when I said it. "And, I liked it. I had a great time with each of them. Billy, Lennie, Joe and Terry. I blew them and they ate me and I fucked them."
You know what he did. He cupped my chin and made me look at him and asked: "If you had a choice between fucking one of them or fucking me, who would you choose?"
"You, of course," I answered. "I can see now that Margie was wrong. Men are better in bed, if you're with the right man."
"Well, it's settled," he said. "Write to Tom and tell him you aren't coming back to him."
I couldn't believe it. "After what I told you, you could still think about loving me?"
"You were seven years older then them and you were horny and your sex life had been bad," he said. "I've been fucking the woman that owns this place and she's good in bed, so my sex life was okay; and I sucked off, and was sucked off by, her daughter, who's twelve years younger than I am.
"Look," he went on, "kids are more knowing these days and they're better built and they're more honest. Neither one of us is going to make a habit of fucking kids. We did it, but we won't do it again. We've found each other and that's all we need. We have to learn all the little things, like whether you like your steaks rare or well done, how to fix each other's drinks, etc., but I doubt if there's anything about either of us that the other couldn't adjust to, is there?"
He could look at me and tell there wasn't.
CHAPTER TEN
Sam and Jody lay holding each other for an hour or so after deciding that they were going to do a serious thing together. He tried to persuade her to spend the rest of the night with him but she demurred, insisting that she had to be in her own bed when Mrs. Riley came in to wake her at six. "I can't take a chance on them deciding I'm a bad influence or something. It's too late to find another job and, besides, if they fire me, I won't be able to see you until September."
He finally recognized the wisdom in her words and, reluctantly, they dressed and walked over to the camp, where he kissed her good night several times, letting go of her only when she told him that another kiss as intense as they'd shared would mean that they'd end up fucking right where they were.
"Well, we'll try it standing up sometime," he whispered, "but, you're right, this isn't the time or the place." He patted her ass, kissed her forehead and turned away after watching her slip into the house to get her three hours sleep. As he walked across the road, he was thankful that he didn't have to get up until eight, if he wanted to skip breakfast before going on his sickcall rounds.
When Sam reached his car, he wasn't overly surprised to find Becky sitting in it. The girl often went with him as he made his rounds and, although she often tried to entice him into repeating their foray into oral sex, he'd made it clear that he wasn't going to go down on her again, nor was he going to let her go down on him.
Thus, when they were out of sight of the MacKinzie place and Becky drew her skirt up to reveal that she was wearing nothing beneath it, Sam, automatically, said: "We're not going to eat each other today, Becky."
What she said in reply surprised him though. "I don't care whether we eat each other or not; you're going to fuck me."
"What makes you think I'm going to do that?" he asked, for something in her voice had told him that the statement was more than wishful thinking.
" 'Cause you don't have any choice," Becky answered. "If you don't fuck me, I'm gonna get your girl friend fired."
"Girl friend?" Sam replied, stalling for time as he tried to figure out what the teenybopper was talking about.
"That girl that cooks over at Winahanee," Becky replied. "I'll get her fired because of what she's done, if you don't fuck me."
"I don't think the Rileys would fire her because she was with me," Sam said.
"Neither do I," Becky agreed. "But they'd fire her, or put her in jail, for fucking those boys."
Sam slammed on the brakes as he turned to look at Becky. "What do you mean?" he asked, staring at the girl, who returned his gaze although she was smiling, where he had a sick look on his face.
"I saw you and her go into your cabin," Becky explained, "and I watched you through the window. You never pull the shade all the way down," she explained. "But I heard everything you said, and everything she said. And that's why you're going to fuck me, because, if you don't, I'm gonna tell Mr. Riley about her going down to the cove and meeting those boys and fucking them. He might not care about her fucking you, or the counselors, but he'd have to do something about her fucking kids he was responsible for."
"That's blackmail," Sam said. Becky merely shrugged. "Do you love me so much that you'd do this to get me?" Sam asked.
"Who said anything about loving you?" Becky retorted. "I just want to get fucked and you're all that's available. I went over to the service station one night, but they ran me off. Those guys didn't want to fool around with me, they were scared that they'd get in trouble if they fucked me. But you know I'm not gonna tell anybody. Even if you don't fuck me, I'm not gonna tell anybody that you ate me or let me suck you off; I'm just gonna make all the trouble I can for your girl friend."
There was a moment of silence. Then Becky said: "Awwwwww, Sam, you know I'm old enough to fuck; you know I am. I'm not gonna make a pest of myself. You can have your girl friend at night, just so you fuck me once and a while in the afternoon. I'll let you fuck me all the ways you've fucked Momma."
Something she'd said earlier snapped in Sam's mind. "You ... you've watched your mother and me, haven't you?"
Becky giggled. "That's how I learned about sucking cock and men eating cunts and all. Damn right, I've watched you every time you and Momma fucked. You weren't the first. I watched her and another guy once, but they turned the lights off and I didn't see much." Again there was a moment of silence, which Becky broke: "Well, are you gonna fuck me or not?"
"I don't seem to have any choice, do I?" Sam replied.
"That's what I told you to start with," Becky answered. "And," she continued, 'we are gonna eat each other."
"Whatever you say," Sam acknowledged. There was no way out of the situation, no way that wouldn't bring disaster. Fucking Becky might prove, under the circumstances, to be disastrous, but there was a chance he could get away with it and he had to take that chance.
"Let's get the rest of the visits out of the way and go park," he said.
"No," she answered. "Mom's gone to town. I'm gonna lose my cherry in your bed."
As he drove out of the last camp, Sam was torn between a desire to race back to the cabin and get the defloration of Becky over with, and a desire to stall for time in hopes that some other solution would present itself. There was slim chance of the other he knew, and he resigned himself to fucking the girl.
As he drew nearer and nearer to the cabin, he was struck by the absurdity of his situation and chuckled to himself as he thought of the men who would be glad to change places with him. Sam had no compulsions one way or the other where virginity was concerned. He had deflowered a couple of girls but he didn't go looking for virgins. To Sam, virginity was something that existed, if a girl wanted to remain a virgin, he'd let her, if she wanted to fuck, he'd fuck her. It was ironic, he thought, if he hadn't met Jody, he might have succumbed to Becky's allure and done what she wanted. Now that he had found Jody and no longer wanted to fuck anyone else, he had to.
He parked the car and sat for a minute, as Becky got out and walked around to his side of the car. "Come on, Sam," she said, "I want you to fuck me. Ohhhhhh, God, do I want you to fuck me!" She opened his door. "Cheer up. We're both gonna enjoy this."
And that was exactly why he couldn't cheer up, Sam realized. Try as he would, there was no way that he wasn't going to find the defloration of the girl exciting. Maybe she wouldn't be able to give him as good a fuck as he was used to, but the sheer fact that he was teaching her how to fuck would please him.
Once they were in his cabin, Becky threw her arms around him and rose to stand on her tiptoes as she pulled his head down to mash his mouth against hers. Automatically, he slipped his arms around her and massaged the small mounds of her ass as he explored the interior of her mouth with his tongue.
She was hot, there was no doubt about that. Already she had dropped one arm from his neck and was working at his belt and trousers, opening them so she could reach in and grasp his cock. Her hand played against the thick shaft, then crept down to squeeze his balls. He could feel her small tits swelling as she rubbed them against his chest.
Suddenly she broke away from him and whipped her dress over her head. As he surveyed her nakedness, Sam had to admit that she was a pleasing sight, with her still-growing tits, her slim hips and sparsely fringed pubes. In any other circumstances, fucking Becky MacKinzie would be an act he would've been approaching with considerable pleasure.
She pressed herself to him, rubbing herself against his body as she worked his shirt open and pulled it down his arms. Humming to herself, she dropped to her knees before him and directed his cock to her mouth, where she rubbed the head over her lips for a moment before slipping it inside her mouth, where she ran her tongue around and around it as she removed his shoes and socks, then worked his trousers and shorts over his feet.
Becky ran her hands up the backs of his legs until she was holding his ass. Her head plunged toward his belly, taking his cock deep into her mouth as her tongue slid around it. Sam reached down and tangled his hands in her hair, letting her work on his stiff cock the way she wanted to. It was her show, he'd let her run it as she wanted.
There was no artistry in her mouthing of his cock. As far as he knew, this was the second time she'd taken a hard cock in her mouth and she'd shown more initiative the first time she'd blown him.
Sam knew why, of course. She'd wanted to give him a good blow-job the first time, had wanted to suck his cock as skillfully as she could so he might change his mind about fucking her.
Now that she held the upper hand, she didn't have to worry about whether she was doing a good job, all she had to do was make him cum, if that was what she wanted.
Sam decided he didn't care whether she wanted him to cum in her mouth or not, unless she stopped of her own accord, he was going to cum in her hotly sucking mouth. She'd liked it before when she'd made him cum this way, she'd like it now.
Her fingers were stroking his balls as she moved her head in and out over his cock, drawing back until only the head was in her mouth, then plunging forward until her face was tight against his belly. Her tongue raced around his cock, licking at the underside, circling the head, fluttering against him as she rubbed his balls and sucked harder.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," he moaned, sooner than he'd expected to. He grabbed her tighter and held her face against his belly as he shot his hot jism into her wanton mouth. Becky swallowed the first load eagerly and sucked again, squeezing the head of his cock in her throat as she drew more and more jism from his throbbing cock.
At last he was empty and she drew back from him, licking her lips in a satisfied manner. "God, but it tastes good," she murmured as she rose to her feet and slipped her arms around him. Once more she went to her tiptoes and sought his mouth. Sam cupped her ass and squeezed the firm cheeks as he drove his tongue into her mouth.
They stood there kissing for a long moment, with Becky grinding her hips against his, rolling his wet cock between their bellies as her tits rolled against his chest.
Finally she stepped back from him. "Go sit down," she ordered and he did so, accepting her tight ass in his lap as she lowered herself across him. "Play with my tits," she moaned, as she ran her lips across his face and started chewing lightly at his ear.
Her back was slight enough that Sam could cradle her against one arm and still hold her far tit with that hand. He squeezed her tits and pinched at the nipples, rubbing and squeezing and pinching until Becky whimpered with delight. "Oooooooooooh."
Slowly he lowered her until she was flat on her back across the bed. Shifting a little and drawing his legs from under her, he ducked his head and searched the interior of her mouth with his tongue as he continued to rub her hardened tits. She was moving his foreskin back and forth in her hand and rubbing the back of his neck as he abandoned her mouth and started working his lips lower on her body, until he was licking at her tits.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yessssssss," Becky moaned, as he took a hard tit into his mouth and pressed one hand against her open cunt, feeling the wetness of her virginal slit as he rubbed his heel up and down over her mons veneris and the out-thrust clitoris under it.
Within seconds, the horny teenybopper's ass was bouncing up and down under Sam's caressing fingers. He was sucking hard on her tit, lashing his tongue across her flinty nipples as he began running a finger in and out of her vagina.
"Unnnhhhhhhhhh," Becky grunted as she humped her ass up around his finger, until the end of it came into contact with the thin membrane of her cherry. Sam soon had a second finger in the teenybopper's clammy vagina, scissoring them as he rode them in and out, in an effort to prepare her as best he could for the invasion of her cunt by his cock. There was no way he was going to be able to avoid stretching her painfully when he fucked her but he could cut down on the discomfort she was bound to feel and he wanted to make her defloration as painless as he could. Even if he was being forced to fuck Becky, there was no reason why he shouldn't make it as enjoyable as he could for both of them.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, as he moved his lips from her tits and trailed them over her rippling belly. Her legs spread even wider and she pushed at his shoulders, urging him to hurry and get his mouth on her gushing cunt.
Sam chewed on her clitoris until it swelled even more, then licked at her snatch until she whimpered and forced his mouth against her vagina. Holding her squirming ass in his hands, he ran his tongue into her cunt and found the action was enough to make her start cumming. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned.
He drew his tongue back and sucked greedily at her cunt, drawing the thin fluid from her as she humped her ass up to him frantically.
"Nowwwwwwww, nowwwwwwww," Becky groaned, tugging at his ears to get his mouth away from her cunt. "Fuckkkkkk," she moaned, beating her feet against his back, "fuckkkkk meeeee. Nowwwwww. FUCK ME NOWWWWWWWW!"
With a muffled groan, he rose and leaned over her, guiding his cock to her dripping cunt. He rubbed the oozing head up and down between her spread cunt-lips, nudging it against her hard clitoris until she dug her nails into his shoulders. "Get that cock in me," she hissed. "Don't tease me like this, you bastard, I want to fuck."
"Fuck then," Sam snarled. The huge broad head of his man's cock was at her tiny vaginal entrance and he slammed his hips forward, driving the heavy cock into the child's small cunt as hard as he could, thrusting it down, down, down into her narrow little vagina. He felt her maidenhead yielding, drew back and slammed forward again, tearing the thin childish membrane with his second big-cock thrust. "AHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHH, GODDDDDDDDDD!" Becky screamed. "SAMMM. IT HURRTTSS!"
Still, she didn't ask him to stop and her little ass humped up to meet the massive descending cock as he rammed it all the way into her kiddy cunt, until his balls slapped her exposed ass-hole and the cock-head was firm against the opening of her still-forming womb.
He drew it back and thrust it deeply into her again. To hell with whether it hurts, he thought, she wanted me to fuck her, by damn; shell get the hardest fuck I can throw to her.
His hips rose and fell over hers as he drove his man cock in and out of her little girl fuck-hole like a piston, pulling almost all the way out and then ramming his cock deep into her. Becky was no longer crying, indeed, she was crooning with pleasure as he battered away at her infantile cunt, fucking her as hard as he could.
"Ohhhhhhh," he sighed, "you're so tight, baby, you're such a good little girl cunt."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Becky grunted, each time he rammed his big man cock deep into her. The pain had disappeared from her tiny torn vagina and she was finding great pleasure in the fact that he was actually fucking her. He had built her up so well that his big slippery cock was bring her closer and closer to another climax each time he drilled it into the innocent child's grasping slit. Her legs rose and her knees clamped to his chest as he held himself erect by planting his hands on her tits and flattening them a little. "Fuck! Fuck!! Fuckkkkkk!" she grunted.
Sam caught her knees and pressed them back until they were against her tits. Slowly, not breaking the rhythm with which he was throwing his cock to her, he worked her back on the bed until he could get his knees on the mattress. He lowered himself over her, catching her head in his hands and lifting it until he could mash his mouth against hers. Becky moaned against his lips as he drove his tongue into her mouth and fucked her harder.
She was cumming, pouring her juices around his tight-fitting, driving cock, making it easier for him to thrust into her. His balls slapped at her ass each time he drove his dick into her tight vagina and she was working her hips from side to side, responding to his cock-driving thrusts with a hunger that built each time he rammed his swollen cock into her ripped, aching little pussy.
Without warning, Sam pulled his juicy dick out of her and hooked his arms under, flipping her over and stabbing his cock back into her cunt easily. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," Becky moaned as his hands closed over her dangling tits and his belly beat against her ass as he drove his slick dick up into her twat, his cock pushing deeper now that he was fucking her from another direction.
For the first time, the teenybopper began to wonder if she might not have gotten into more than she could handle. Sam seemed to have no intention of stopping and she wondered how long he was going to keep thrusting his hard cock into her kiddy cunt. I'll be damned if J ask him to stop, after begging him for it, she thought, but she knew it was an idle boast. She wasn't going to be able to endure the demanding thrusts of his rock-hard cock much longer. Already, she thought she would go crazy if he fucked her much longer.
He took his hands from her tits and pushed her arms out until her face was against the bed and her ass was high in the air. Sam shifted and worked his cock into her from more under her twat as he began squeezing the taut mounds of her ass.
Becky was sobbing in happiness each time his cock rode high into her vagina and the sounds and smells of their sex made him hornier. With trembling hands he spread the cheeks of her ass and began probing at her ass-hole with a finger. "Oooooooooh," she moaned, as the finger pushed into her anus. "Oooooooooh, it feels soooooo goooodddd!"
Her whole body was shuddering violently as he fucked her ass with his finger and worked his cock in and out of her cunt. Becky had never suspected she could cum as many times as she had and still keep going, but Sam was fucking her as if he was never going to stop.
"Ahhhhhhhh," she gasped. "Sam, wait, Sammmmmm, let me try it on top." That way, at least, she reckoned, she could control things to an extent.
But, once he was lying on his back and she had successfully impaled herself on his towering cock, he caught her by the waist and worked her up and down over his cock as hard as he had been when he was doing the work. She managed to last through two more orgasms before she was forced to collapse over him, begging him to let her rest.
Luckily, Sam took pity on her and pulled his big dick out of her well-fucked kid's cunt, then held her until she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. Only then did he slip from her bed, shower and dress, leaving her under a thin sheet.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was glad to see Sam when he appeared at the back door to the mess hall, but, as I got near to him, I could tell something was wrong. "I'll be back in a minute," I called to Lennie, who was one of the boys working in the kitchen that day, then joined Sam outside.
"I just fucked my landlady's thirteen-year-old kid," he said, in a low voice.
Surprised, but not shocked, I waited, knowing he wouldn't leave it like that. He didn't. Within a minute, he'd sketched in the scene: Becky's voyeuristic bent, how she'd threatened him unless he fucked her, her threat to keep him fucking her whether he wanted to or not.
"Don't worry about it," I said, when he was finished.
"Don't worry about it?'" he repeated. "Good God, that girl has us over a barrel. At any time she wants, she can force us to do her bidding. We could both go to prison now."
"All she wants is to fuck, isn't it? Didn't she tell you the only reason she wanted you to fuck her was that there wasn't anybody around besides you? Well, she was wrong; there's twenty or twenty-five boys here that'd be glad to fuck her. All we have to do is get her together with them. If she's got all the action she wants from them, she'll leave you alone, won't she?"
Sam agreed, but wondered how we were going to work it. "I'll take care of that," I assured him. "You tell Becky to be at the cove at ten o'clock tonight, there ll be a couple of boys there."
"A couple?" he asked.
I grinned at him. "Sure. Let's make sure that she gets fucked as much as she can handle. If she-likes sex as much as she seems from what you've said, she ought to love having two hard cocks to play with."
"Well," Sam murmured. But he couldn't think of anything else to solve the problem, and he agreed to tell Becky.
I hadn't told him that I was killing two birds with one stone. Lennie and Billy had both been trying to get me to meet them that night. As soon as I could, I drew each aside and told them that if they were at the cove at ten, they'd get a surprise. Both of them assumed that this was my way of telling them I'd be there to fuck them, and they assumed that my smile was of anticipation. Well, it was, I was anticipating getting fucked all right, but it was Sam's sweet cock that was going to plumb the depths of my heated cunt, while Lennie and Billy would have a girl their own age to play sex games with.
At nine o'clock, just a few minutes after Jody had entered Sam's cabin, there was a knock on the door. She slipped into the bathroom while Sam padded over and growled: "Yeah?"
"It's me," came Joyce MacKinzie's voice, "want some company?"
"I ... uh ... I have some company," Sam answered. "Sorry."
"One of the girls from camp," Joyce guessed. "Well, ask her if there's a party over at that old service station tonight. I've got to get me some loving tonight," she added and Sam realized that Joyce was on her way to being drunk, if she hadn't gotten there.
He looked over his shoulder at Jody, who was standing in the doorway to the bathroom. She nodded. George had come by the mess hall after supper to tell her about the party and ask her to go with him. He hadn't been able to believe that she didn't want another chance to get fucked by his huge cock, but Jody wasn't even tempted, Sam had taught her that size, like age, wasn't what was important when it came to sexual pleasure.
"Yeah, there's a party up there," Sam called.
"Then, that's for me," Joyce replied. "He's a good fuck, girlie," she called through the door and it was all Sam could do to keep from laughing aloud, so vigorously did Jody nod her agreement.
At the service station, George was drinking from a wineskin that a girl named Penny had brought to the party. Besides the two of them, there was another girl, Judy, who was almost Penny's twin, since both were petite brunettes with large eyes, snub noses and tits that seemed huge on their small frames. There were two other guys, Larry, who was of medium build and distinguishable only by a thick mustache, and Ken, who was tall, skinny and who wore glasses.
"Jesus, don't drink it all," Penny complained, as George continued to aim the wine at his mouth with the bota held high over his head. George, with a grin, cut the flow, shifted the neck and directed a stream of wine at Penny's mouth. He wasn't in a very good mood, for he'd been to a party with both of the girls before and, while he knew both of them were totally uninhibited, he also knew that neither of them had enough nerve to try taking his cock; furthermore, he'd really been looking forward to fucking Jody again.
Joyce MacKinzie walked into the room and looked around. "Is this a private party or can anybody come?" she demanded, as she swayed before them.
"You can cum with anybody that appeals to you," Penny said, with a giggle. "Join us if you'd like to."
"I brought my own bottle," Joyce said, holding up a fifth of Scotch that hadn't been opened. "Who wants a drink?" She tore off the seal, uncapped the bottle and took a healthy drink, then passed the bottle around the group.
While Sam was getting rid of his landlady, I was getting set for action and, when he turned to see me nodding my agreement with her statement that he was a good fuck, his mouth dropped open, for I was clad in a bath-towel and nothing else.
"Hey, baby," he whispered, as we heard Joyce MacKinzie move around the corner of the cabin on her way to the party at the service station. "What's your hurry?"
"I got three hours sleep last night," I answered, walking toward him with an exaggerated sway to my hips, "and I don't know how long I can stay awake tonight." When I was about two feet away from him, I dropped the towel and stretched, pulling my tits up and thrusting my hips forward. "And, I want to see if last night was your usual performance or not."
He grinned at me and answered: "I think I was a little below par last night."
Then we were kissing hungrily and I was working my hands at the buttons and snaps of his clothes, stripping him hurriedly, for I wanted to feel his naked body against mine.
Sam helped and, in seconds, we were pressed together with nothing between us but his stiff cock. "Ohhhhhh, darling," I moaned, as he licked at my ear. Without warning, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, where he dropped me and laughed as I bounced. A second later he was lying next to me and my mouth on his prevented him from laughing any longer.
For several minutes all we did was hold each other tightly while we worked our tongues against the other's, switching them back and forth from my mouth to his to mine. But, after a few minutes, I couldn't stand just thinking about that sweet cock of his and I took it in my hand and began drawing the foreskin back slowly, tickling the shaft-of his cock with my nails as I used the heel of my hand to agitate the foreskin.
Because my nipples were stabbing at his chest like twin spears, Sam knew he didn't have to play with my tits to get them ready for his mouth and it swooped to them directly from my lips. I sighed as he took a hard nipple between his lips and sucked on it, while he moved one hand from my ass to my cunt, and began stroking it hungrily, building me up until my hips started undulating in a steady up and down motion as I grew hotter and wetter and my breath turned ragged. Ohhhhh, God, I thought, he's as good as I thought he was. I licked at his ear and moaned my pleasure as he strummed my clitoris and chewed at my nipple. "Ohhhhhhh," I sighed, moving my hand a little more suggestively on his throbbing cock.
When he heard someone moving through the bushes at the cove, Lennie jumped to his feet and stepped out of the shadows. "Goddamn," he exclaimed, when he saw it was Billy. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Miss Dean told me to come down here," Billy answered. "She said there'd be a surprise for me if I did. But I sure as hell didn't think it'd be you."
"You weren't exactly what I was expecting either," Lennie answered. He was silent for a moment, then he shook his head. "Nawwwwww, she must have something up her sleeve, something else beside you and me being here."
"Well, I wonder what the surprise is?" Billy asked.
"Me," came a voice from behind them and they whirled around to see a naked girl walking toward them. "Hi," she said, "I'm Becky and I'm horny. Why don't you guys take off your clothes and do something about that?"
Lennie and Billy began undressing, as Becky moved closer and started helping them. In a minute all three were nude and lying in a tangled heap on the grass. Lennie was kissing the girl and Billy was licking at her throat as they squeezed her tits and rubbed her legs, ass and cunt. It wasn't what either of them had expected but they'd make the best of it, particularly since Becky had said she was horny.
Before long, she was jerking both of them off as they sucked at her tits and both worked a finger in her wet vagina. "Ahhhhhh," Becky moaned as she squirmed about under their exploring hands and mouths.
"Goddamn," Billy said suddenly, "I can't decide whether I want to eat her or get her to suck my cock."
"I've got all night," Becky said, "you can do both."
"But which do you want first?" Billy asked.
Lennie made the decision. "I'm gonna eat her," he announced, shifting until he could get his mouth on Becky's dripping cunt. "She can suck you off to start with." Then his mouth was against the horny teenybopper's wet cunt and his hands were under her ass, lifting her as he slashed his tongue across her clitoris.
"Ahhhhgggggggg," Becky said, her sigh turning to something else as Billy swiftly shifted and stuck his cock into her mouth. It was exactly what the teenybopper wanted, cocks to suck, people to eat her cunt, cocks to fuck.
She slid her arms around Billy and drew him closer as her lips and tongue began to work against his cock. He was a lot smaller than Sam, as was Lennie, and she was able to move her mouth freely around his cock as she played with his balls and rubbed his ass.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Jesssssssssss," Billy moaned, rubbing the back of her head as she mouthed him wantonly.
Meantime, Lennie had her ass squeezed tightly in his hands and was licking frantically at her almost hairless slit. This was the kind of cunt he liked to eat, the kind where his tongue was working on flesh without hair in the way. As nice as Jody had been to eat, this girl was a while lot nicer, as far as Lennie was concerned, and he soon abandoned his licking to suck Becky's cunt-lips into his mouth to chew on them.
"Call this a party?" Joyce MacKinzie demanded, rising to her feet and swaying before the five counselors. "All you gonna do is sit around and drink? I thought all you college kids was sex-crazy. Aintcha gonna fuck?"
"You want to fuck, Joyce?" George asked.
"Yeah, I want to fuck," she answered. She was wearing a dress that zipped down the front and she seized the circle at the top of the zipper and drew it down, then shrugged off the dress to stand before them in bra and panties. A moment later she had rid herself of them and swayed nakedly before them. Her tits had started to sag a little and her waist was no longer as trim as it had been, but it was still an exciting body that she presented to the five.
"What about you?" she challenged George. "You want some of this?" As she spoke, she framed her cunt with her hands and spread the lips open as she thrust her hips forward. "You want some of this, boy?"
He rose to his feet, stripping as he did so. Larry and Ken gulped as they saw the size of George's cock, which was still only half erect. Even Penny and Judy, who'd seen George naked before, were a little awed at the size of his cock.
It didn't faze Joyce though. She dropped to her knees before him and lifted the semi-hard cock in her hands, then opened her mouth and stuffed the bulbous head inside. Her cheeks bulged but she moved her head forward, taking more of the oversized cock into her mouth. She squeezed that part of the shaft she couldn't get in her mouth and cupped George's huge balls in the other hand as she moved her lips about the shaft as best she could.
"Goddammmmmmnnnn," Ken whispered. He had stripped too, and now he rolled to his back and slid between George's legs, until he could fasten his mouth to Joyce's cunt. His hands squeezed the soft mounds of her ass as he licked greedily at her open cunt. His cock, nowhere near as large as George's, although still large, was soon in Penny's mouth as she finished stripping and threw herself onto her hands and knees, taking all of Ken's cock into her mouth at once.
Larry and Penny weren't much longer in getting out of their clothes and Larry ran his cock into Penny's exposed cunt and started fucking her eagerly, sighing as she revolved her ass and humped it back to him.
Then Judy stepped over Penny's kneeling figure and grabbed his head. "Suck me," she whimpered, "don't leave me out of this, suck me." She thrust her hips forward and he pressed his mouth to her cunt, licking and sucking at her clitoris as eagerly as Ken was thrusting his tongue into Joyce's vagina.
Joyce had given up trying to get any more of George's cock into her mouth and had started licking at the head as she pumped one hand up and down around the thick shaft. "Ohhhhhhhhh," George moaned, swaying above her. She was the first person who'd ever taken more than just the head of his cock into her mouth, and he couldn't wait to see how her dribbling cunt fitted around his cock when he was fucking her.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, Sammmmmm," I groaned, as his knowing fingers made me start cumming. "I ... can't ... decide if I ... want to go down ... on you or ... have you eat me."
He pulled his fingers from my cunt and twisted, thrusting his mouth between my legs to suck at the juices he'd caused to gush out of me. "Do both," he said, his voice muffled by his contact with my cunt. As he spoke, he swung a leg across my body and his cock hung just over my lips. But, even as I took the head into my mouth, he rolled, bringing me over him so I could suck his cock without gagging.
I drew my knees up until they were against my ribs and rubbed my snatch across his face as I sucked wantonly on the head of his cock. Ohhhhhhhh, I thought, I love it when it's him. I had never enjoyed playing sixty-nine much, enjoying oral sex more when I was eating a man or being eaten by one, but, with Sam, I loved having his cock in my mouth as he licked at my cunt.
Sam was working his fingers against my ass as he licked at my clitoris and I lowered my head and took one of his balls into my mouth, then rubbed his ass-hole as I laved the swollen nut. He chewed on my clitoris and I wiggled and squirmed over him, going out of my mind as he squeezed my ass and worked his mouth up and down my aching cunt.
His ass was just below my lips and I lowered them to it, rubbing the puckered opening with my tongue before starting to worm it inside. I'd felt guilty about being so wanton when I'd eaten Lennie's ass, but I knew I'd never feel guilty about anything I did with Sam. I'd have spread my legs and let a hundred strangers fuck me one right after the other if he'd asked me to. I'd have asked my girl friends to give Sam head or let him eat them or fuck them if he wanted me to. I was his, completely, and one of the reasons I was willing to belong to him was that I knew that he would never do anything to hurt me. All Sam could ever do to me, no matter what he did, was give me pleasure.
"Jeeeessssssssuuussssssss," Lennie moaned, as he drew his cock from Becky's mouth after she'd sucked the last drop of jism from him. He had eaten the teenybopper until she'd cum, sucking the thin fluid from her vagina and swallowing it as greedily as she was swallowing Billy's jism. Then the two boys had switched positions and Billy had draped Becky's thighs over his shoulders as he'd run his tongue over her cunt, while Lennie had knelt above her and fed his cock into her wanton mouth.
"One ... of you ... fuck ... me..." Becky panted, throwing her arms up to welcome whichever one accepted the invitation. Lennie was still recovering from the sensations of the blow-job and Billy swung over Becky's writhing body and thrust his cock into her hot cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, as she wrapped her legs around his waist and worked her cunt against him as he began to hammer away at her, driving his boyish cock in and out of her with all the strength he could muster. Lennie, when he was able, lay beside them and kissed Becky hungrily as he worked a hand between the sweaty bodies and squeezed one of her tits.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Joyce moaned, as she lay on her back, as her cuntal muscles gripped his cock warmly and she bathed his cock with juices from inside her.
I was being cradled against Sam's sweaty chest, where I had collapsed after riding him until I'd cum twice. He had shown me another trick, when I'd slammed my cunt down completely around his cock, he'd tightened his ass, making his cock jump about inside of my vagina. It hadn't taken me long to cum those two times, for, shortly after I'd begun fucking him in earnest, Sam had begun to work his fingers against my exposed clitoris and that had helped make me cum faster and harder.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Sammmmmmmmm," I moaned, wiggling my hips a little and making his cock shift positions in my vagina, "I'm never gonna get enough of you and your cock. I used to think I'd been well-fucked if I came twice with Tom. I've already cum four times with you and I know you'll fuck me again before the night's over."
"At least again," he teased, running his hands over my ass and hips as he rolled me onto my side. "How do you want it this time?"
"Already?" I asked, pretending to be amazed at the idea. But his cock was still firm in me and we'd rested a few minutes since my vaginal muscles had stopped squeezing him. Of all the men I'd fucked, Sam had more stamina than any other two men. In answer to my question, he poked his cock deeper into me and I sighed as the thick shaft nudged against the depths of my womb.
"You want it this way? Or shall we try something new?" he asked, drawing his slimy cock out of me until there was only a little of the head in my cum-filled vagina.
"Teach me something new," I decided, figuring that we could fuck as we were when we didn't have the strength to do anything else.
He pulled his dick the rest of the way out of me and rolled onto his side. "Turn over," he ordered, then caught me as I was about to roll onto my belly. "That's far enough," he whispered, catching me by the hips and drawing me back until my ass was snug against his belly. Then he caught my right leg and slung it back over his body.
His cock rode along my cuntal furrow and I got the idea. With a groan of anticipation, I caught his cock and directed it to my vagina as I shifted up a little on the bed. Once it was in place, I slid back down on the bed, squealing as his cock entered me.
I was propping myself up on a half-extended arm and Sam slipped his hand under it and closed it over my left tit. I couldn't kiss him, of course, but the fact that I could watch his cock sliding in and out of my twat made up for that. I really enjoyed watching that thick rod of flesh push into my itchy cunt, then reappear, getting wetter and wetter each time it disappeared into the gaping maw of my vagina.
"Oooooooooooh, Sam," I moaned, wiggling my ass experimentally. My left leg drew up until the thigh was perpendicular to my torso as he shifted his legs and began working his cock in and out of me more forcefully. He was squeezing both of my tits, the hard nipples extending between his fingers so he was rubbing them as his hands flexed against my tits. And he began kissing my shoulder, which added to my pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh, darling, you're so inventive," I murmured, as I reached back with my free hand and caressed the back of his head.
Sam chuckled. "This position is recommended by the Kuma Sutra as being especially suitable for pregnant women," he told me. "But, wait until you see my apartment. I've got a chair with curved arms and a contoured body. I can stretch out in that and you can straddle the arms and rock back and forth while I lift and lower my hips. It's one of the wildest ways to fuck I've ever found."
"This is pretty wild," I said. For all my experience, there were only about four positions I'd fucked in and I was glad Sam knew so much about fucking. With his knowledge and stamina, I knew I'd never get bored with our sex life together.
"Are you guys through swimming?" Becky asked, as she stood in water up to her knees and watched Lennie and Billy splashing about further out. "I'm getting horny again."
In a minute the boys were beside her, each fondling one of her buttocks as they walked to the clearing where they'd fucked before. Lennie dropped to his back and smiled up at the other two. "Why don't you get on your hands and knees and suck me some, Becky?" he suggested.
"I want to fuck," she answered.
"Well, let Billy fuck you dog-fashion," Lennie countered.
"You want to fuck me like that?" she asked the other boy. He grinned and said he'd fuck her any way he could and she threw her arms around him, pressing her mouth to his as she rubbed her cunt along the thigh he stuck between her legs. A moment later she drew back from him and dropped to her knees between Lennie's parted legs, catching the boy's cock and holding it so she could run her tongue along the underside as she felt Billy spreading her legs to get at her cunt.
"Feel her up a little first, Billy," Lennie suggested. "A girl can fuck right after she's been swimming." Billy did better than that, he lowered himself until he could thrust his tongue into Becky's cunt and she groaned as he reached under her and started rubbing her clitoris while his tongue jabbed into her vagina. It didn't take him long to get her wet and he rose, positioned himself and thrust his cock into her. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, her words muffled because her lips were busy at Lennie's balls, "fuck me good, fuck me good."
"That's it, baby, fuck me good," Judy groaned as she humped her ass back onto Larry's cock, which was two-thirds of the way into her ass. As she wiggled her ass and groaned encouragement to him, they watched the other four.
Joyce was on her hands and knees, with George throwing his cock to her from behind her. As Joyce squirmed on the impaling prong, she worked her mouth against Ken's cock. Penny was kneeling over the boy's face, her legs spread to the utmost as she rubbed her cunt across his hungry mouth. Ken was gripping her ass hard, lapping at her pussy as if it were the greatest thing he'd ever had his mouth on. From the look on Penny's face, he was doing a great job of eating her, and Judy hoped he got his face between her legs before the night was over.
Dawn found ten of them sneaking back to where they were supposed to have spent the night. Becky had made Billy and Lennie promise to send a couple of different boys down to the cove that night and assured them they could come back soon to fuck her again. But she'd also said she wanted to fuck as many of the boys at the camp as she could.
Judy walked stiff-legged to her cabin, her cunt aching more than it had when she'd first been fucked, for she'd finally gotten up enough nerve to try fucking George. He hadn't been able to get all of his cock into her, but he had banged her so hard with what he had stuck into her steaming cunt that she'd thought she'd go out of her mind with pleasure as he worked the huge cock in her tight little pussy.
God, Penny thought, as she walked in an awkward way to her cabin at the other girls camp, I never knew old people fucked that much. The reason Penny was walking differently was that Larry had taken her last cherry and her ass was still smarting from the result of having a hard cock run in and out of it. But, she admitted that she had loved it, once the pain had subsided and she'd gotten used to the feeling of a hard cock reaming out her ass-hole. The fact that George had been sucking on her cunt as Larry fucked her in the ass had made it much more bearable.
Joyce paused in the dying shadows and watched her daughter sneak into the house. With a smile, she noticed the loose-legged stride Becky used and realized that the girl had gotten herself fucked, and fucked well. Shit, she thought, I'm not going to let her get knocked up when she's still a kid, the way I did. I'll get Sam to write a prescription for pills and let her use them. Joyce didn't have to worry about getting pregnant, an infection of her ovaries had necessitated their removal when she'd been twenty.
Jody, despite her intentions to get back to camp before the sun rose, had gone to sleep with Sam's cock buried in her ass-hole and she'd awakened only as light had started filtering into the room. "Oh, my God," she'd whispered, wiggling out from under him. Even dressing as fast as she had and running hadn't gotten her to the house in time to reach her room before Mrs. Riley came downstairs. But, to Jody's surprise, the woman just smiled. "Going to invite us to the wedding?" she asked.
"Wha ... what?" Jody stammered, blushing.
"I saw how that young doctor looked at you the other day," the motherly woman said. "Don't believe what they tell you about the way to a man's heart being through his stomach. I got Mr. Riley by making him feel he couldn't live without me to share his bed and I'm sure more women have gotten their men by their loving than their cooking. Just get him convinced that he needs you, then tell him to fish or cut bait. He'll marry you."
They winked at each other as Jody disappeared into her room to change before going to the mess hall. Sam had already proposed to her, but she didn't tell Mrs. Riley that. Let her find out after she'd told her parents. That would be time enough.
