Children, like monkeys, learn to do by what they see others do. Such is the case with our young heroine, Tracy Daniels, just adolescent has been taught by her parents that her elders know best. So when she goes to summer camp, and her parents are no longer around, the parental image is transferred to the counselors. Their word is law, and what they say is best for her. Is it therefore any wonder that when she witnesses a sexual confrontation between a male and female counselor that she sincerely believes it's as good for her as it is for the female counselor?
Yet the young girl might have escaped untouched had it not been for the lecherous head counselor, who, seeing her witnessing the sexual act, and burning with desire to possess all the female campers at his camp, convinces our heroine to give him her body and therefore takes advantage of her.
Even so, our heroine looks at the bright side of everything, and as a result is unable to see anything other than the goodness and pleasure involved, in spite of the small initial hurts. Where some other girl might come out mentally scathed for the rest of her life, Tracy becomes a stronger female because of all "this, and as a result is able to face life in a far less vulnerable position than all the other girls her age who have yet to discover, many years in the future, what she already knows and loves. It is because of this camping experience that Tracy matures more rapidly than other girls her age, and is prepared to face life without any preconceived taboos adults may foist on her.
CHAPTER ONE
For the first time in her brief young years, young Tracy Daniels was no longer near home. The small, blonde-haired little beauty sat on the bus, looking out the window at the trees and farmland that rushed by, wondering why her mommy and daddy had insisted two months at a sleep-away camp would be good for her. Her mommy had explained she was a growing girl and needed new experiences, and one of them was to be able to live a rustic life without the constant attention of her mommy and daddy. There would be counselors to take care of her if the need arose, and they would guide her just as mommy and daddy had done for the past eleven years, but Tracy would learn what it would be like to almost be on her own. She would be learning without going to school. She would have fun. Mommy and daddy would visit her twice while she was away at camp to make sure she was happy, but the important thing was, obey the counselors and do as they told her, while watching them carefully so she might learn how to behave in the future, when she grew up.
Tracy fell asleep on the bus, and when she did wake up she was at the camp. Along with eleven other girls, she was assigned to a wooden shack called a bunk, bunk eleven, where the beds were -lined up against the walls on either side of the shack, and there were two toilets for the twelve girls and one counselor.
All the other girls in her bunk were about the same age group;, so Tracy wasn't much different from them. Some of them were pretty, most were plain, and one or two were downright ugly. As far as Tracy was concerned, she was the prettiest girl in her bunk. She had straw-gold hair, bright blue eyes, a tiny, turned-up nose, and what her mommy had called a cute little pouting mouth. Until last month, she'd had a body as strong and as limber as that of the boys on her block with whom she played stick ball. Now something funny was starting to happen to her. She was getting a little fatty around the nipples even though she didn't overeat and constantly exercised. She wondered if she was going to grow big, funny bumps in front, like her mommy and "Aunt Kelly," the counselor overseeing them. One thing that disturbed her was the fact that her nipples were no longer tiny little bumps. They were starting to swell and itch at times. Still, there was the chance that all the activity up at camp might take away the fat, and her nipples would go back to being tiny, the way they were before. She had pink nipples, unlike most of the girls in school, who had brown nipples. She knew this because the girls used to take off their shirts when they played stick ball with the boys to keep their shirts and blouses from getting dirty. For the past month, Tracy had kept on her undershirt while playing with the boys, and she hoped they wouldn't make her take off her undershirt here at camp when playing. She didn't want anyone to see she was getting fat.
Like most girls her age, Tracy adjusted to camp routine very quickly. It was a coed camp. The large bungalows at the top of the hill were where the head counselor and camp owners lived. On the right side of the hill were the girls' bunks, and on the left side were the boys' bunks. Tracy liked playing with boys more than with girls, because she liked athletic sports like stick ball, softball, volleyball, and dodge ball. She hated the sissy "games like quoits and tetherball.
A week passed, and Tracy began to like camp. Because she had played stick ball with boys, she was the best batter on the girls' softball team, and she was even the best paddle ball player in the group. She enjoyed the swims they all took twice a day, and even got used to the group showers they took every evening. She noticed Aunt Kelly had high, firm bumps in front, not the saggy, droopy kind her mommy had. She also noticed Aunt Kelly had hair under her armpits which she would shave away conscientiously though she didn't shave away the hair between her thighs.
"Gee, it must be terrible having to walk around with those swells hitting you in the chest all the time," she said to her counselor one day in the shower. "How can you stand it?"
Kelly, whose real name was Eleanor, but who was called Kelly because it was short for Kelvinator she was considered very frosty to the men-merely smiled and said, "It doesn't really bother me, Tracy. I got used to it, and what's more, one day you will, too."
"I don't want such big swells," Tracy told her. "They're not too big," Kelly told her. "Actually they're just right. Anything smaller would have made me very unhappy."
"Honest?" Tracy asked. "Why?"
"You'll find out when the right time comes," Kelly assured her. "Believe me, when your breasts develop fully, you'll be very glad of it. You're already beginning to develop."
"I thought I was getting fat," Tracy said.
"No. It's natural for a girl to develop there."
"How long will it take me to get them as big as you?"
"Well," Kelly told her, "if yours do grow as large as mine, it will take at least two to three years."
"Well, at least they won't get in the way of my playing softball this year," she rationalized.
"No," Kelly said, laughing, "they won't get in the way this year. But by next year they'll be a bit bigger."
"I'll worry about next year when it comes," Tracy philosophized.
But that night, after the movie, when all the girls had come back to the bunk and all the others had fallen asleep, Tracy lay awake, thinking about her growing breasts, and she had to admit she was puzzled as to why she would be happy to have them grow as large as Aunt Kelly's.
Aunt Kelly was standing on the little porch of the bunk in the darkness, and Tracy wanted to talk to her some more. So she got out of her cot, pushed her feet into her slippers, put on her bathrobe which was lying across t he foot of her bed; and walked over to the screen door. She was about to speak to Kelly, who was leaning against the support banister on the left side, when she heard a whisper from outside. She stared into the darkness, and she saw Uncle Mitch, the athletic counselor of the oldest boy group, approaching the stairs at the bottom of the bunk. Mitch wasn't the tallest of the counselors, but he sure was good-looking. He had short-cropped brown hair, a rugged, masculine face like a young Paul Newman or a Robert Redford. He had the kind of body she saw in all the comic books when they advertised how boys would be able to send away and get a dynamic-looking body, and they showed a photo of a man's muscular body.
"Well, you certainly took your time," Kelly whispered. "My girls have been asleep for the past half hour."
"My boys are a little older than your girls," Mitch reminded her. "They're considerably more rambunctious. I had to make sure every last one of them was tired out today, and now I know they're all asleep."
"I hope so," Kelly insisted. "I have a reputation to guard. Everyone here thinks I'm a frosty bitch, and it's just as well. I don't want anyone know. mg how nuts I am about you."
"Come on," Mitch told her. "Let's go!"
"Where?" Kelly asked. "I'm not in the mood to go to the village."
"No village tonight." he told her, showing her the blanket he had draped over his left arm. "Tonight, it's just you and me alone in a nice quiet glade I've found that no one else knows about."
"Are you sure no one else knows about it?" Kelly asked.
"Positive," Mitch replied. "I only found it by accident, myself. It's covered with soft moss all around, but I'm bringing the blanket to make sure. I policed the grounds there very carefully this afternoon while my boys were swimming. There isn't a stone or a rock or even a pebble to bother you."
"I don't know what you have in mind, Mitch, but I never promised I'd go all the way with you," Kelly whispered.
"Hey, I never said you would," Mitch replied, the moon lighting up his face as he smiled. It was a full moon, and everything was as bright as a sunless day. "I even brought along a little something to drink, to keep the belly warm." Mitch said, holding up a thermos.
"Okay," Kelly nodded, and she trotted down the five stairs.
Tracy watched, and she became curious. Just what did Uncle Mitch want to do with Aunt Kelly? Even though she said she didn't want to go all the way, she was going with him. How far was all the way, and where were they going if not all the way?
Curiosity got the better of Tracy, and she quietly opened the screen door and stepped out onto the porch. She followed them as they walked around behind the girls' bunks, and along a small path through the woods behind the bunks. The moon was bright enough so Tracy was able to see when they stepped off the path to the right. The ground was covered with moss and fine grass that made no noise as she moved. She watched as they pushed their way through a bunch of trees, and when she was certain they had gone on, she silently squeezed between the trees, then stopped, short. Aunt Kelly and Uncle Mitch were in the middle of what looked like a ring of trees. The ground was all mossy, and there were a lot of large bushes around the circle of flat ground where Mitch was spreading the blanket. Tracy sat on the ground near one of the trees and slid behind a bush which had an opening wide enough to look through. The bush, itself, cast a shadow over her face so she was hidden from sight, at least from the sight of anyone in the open circle.
She watched as Mitch spread the blanket, and then the two of them sat down and Mitch grabbed Kelly and began kissing her. Gee, Tracy had no idea Aunt Kelly went for all t hat lovey-dovey stuff. Why was it when a girl got older she stopped playing ball and suddenly went in for that dumb mush? Tracy was really curious. She watched silently, deciding if Aunt Kelly did this, why then it must really be the right thing to do. But she was going to sit here and try and find out why.
For a long while Kelly and Mitch just kissed and hugged, and then Mitch became bolder, letting his hand wander over her breasts.
"God! You have such nice tits," he gasped. "They're perfect, just the right size."
Just the right size. Aunt Kelly had told Tracy that earlier that day, in the showers. Well if both Aunt Kelly and Uncle Mitch said Aunt Kelly's breasts were just the right size, then they must be the right size. But for what?
Mitch slipped Kelly's polo shirt over her head, and then he reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. He began playing with her breasts, rubbing them, rollling them, then lowering his head and sucking on the nipples. He made loud slurping noises as he sucked, and Kelly moaned.
Tracy watched, amazed. Was this why a woman had big breasts, so a man was able to suck on t hem? Gee! It looked like fun. Now, for the first time, she was glad her own breasts were starting to grow. In a year or two they would be big enough for her to let some boy or some man suck on them, and that would be terrific.
"Let's fuck!" Mitch whispered.
Kelly suddenly detected a strong boldness in his voice. He was being very frank, very direct, and there was an unmistakable suggestiveness, no, more, a frankness that went against her grain. Sure she wanted sexual intercourse, but she liked her guy to be a little more refined about it. It took several seconds for the full impact of the way he had phrased it to reach her. One look at his face told her he hadn't been saying it in a kidding manner. He wanted more than to merely fuck her. He wanted her to submit to him.
This man, this masculine hero of the camp, wanted her, Kelly, the believed-to-be-frigid bitch to simply submit to his lascivious desires without any kind of prolonged warm-up and loving! Even though the thought of rubbing bodies with this handsome male aroused her, Kelly didn't like the idea of his trying to dominate and overpower her. In spite of his handsome face and remarkable physique, she was aggravated at the thought of simple submission. But one look at his eyes told her he was filled with lust and his statement was one he expected her to comply with.
"I'm sort of tired, Mitch darling," she told him, thinking she would teach him a thing or two about being more gracious with her if he wanted her body. "This is only the first time we've been alone together. I think we ought to get to know one another a little better before we go as far as all that," she said, smiling sweetly, but letting him know with her looks precisely why she was refusing his demand.
But Mitch looked at her with his sizzling magnetic eyes, and she knew he was intent on having his way, and what was more, deep down she really wanted it, as well. That was why she had come out with him in the first place. He'd had her spotted from the moment they had come to camp, and even though she had given him some frosty responses in the beginning, as she had given all the other male counselors who had tried making time with her, he had been persistent, and his persistence, added to his good looks and solid body, had finally made her capitulate. Right now, she felt as if he were looking straight into her brain, sensing every one of her thoughts. Now she was beginning to regret having given in so easily. She had misjudged her own ability to resist. He was an intelligent man who knew women, and she knew she wasn't going to get out of this as easily as she had originally believed.
"I think a small sip of vodka is in order," Mitch told her, grinning at her.
He reached out, took the thermos he had brought, opened it, removed an inner cup, then pulled out the screw-in stopper, and poured some vodka into the cup, and some into the wide red cap that had surrounded the cup.
Kelly sat frozen on the blanket in the middle of the clearing. Her eyes remained locked on his the entire time he poured and then handed her the cup.
"Salud!" he said, smiling, raising his own cup to his lips that were now split in a curling half-smile.
Kelly found herself lifting the red cup to her lips, her mind almost in a daze, her superior attitude somehow lost. She was shaking more than a little, though it certainly wasn't due to the weather. It was a very warm night out. She was fully aware she had lost control of the situation at present, and that she was not only going to put up with what was plainly insolence on Mitch's part, but she was going to enjoy it. If she really wanted to she would have been able to resist him, but it meant losing him. Mitch was not one of those men who "respected" a girl who didn't. He just wanted nothing to do withthem. She was the best-looking female counselor on the campus, and she had a nice, tight body, and if she wanted to enjoy the camp season with him, then she'd simply have to do as he wished. Not that she was worried about becoming pregnant. She took the pill regularly as a precaution.
Mitch reached for the thermos and refilled her cup once she had drained it.
"I think one more of these will not only make you see things my way, but will make you realize that what I want is what we both want. After all, it's a long summer, and one of the reasons I'm going to enjoy being with you Kelly, is the fact that your attitude will turn away all the other guys, so, for the summer, you're going to be my girl, and only mine."
Tracy watched, her eyes wide with avidity. Wow! Kelly was going to be Uncle Mitch's special girl. He said he wanted her to fuck, whatever that meant. She had a feeling if she waited around long enough she would find out. Gee! Maybe this was the way grown-ups had their fun. It was important for her to find out if grown-ups did have fun. After all, one day she would be one of them, and she didn't want a life of responsibility without pleasure.
"You do want to be my girl exclusively, don't you, Kelly?" Mitch asked.
The lovely, brown-haired woman nodded numbly in assent, letting him once again fill her cup. She brought it to her lips and swallowed the vodka as if it were water. She needed it because she knew she was going to let this man touch her and caress her some more before he finally buried his masculine prick into her. Things had moved quickly in a very short period of time, but that was because they didn't have time in camp for courting amenities. In spite of her cool exterior, Kelly was internally a fiery woman, though she was used to dominating the cock she let probe into her. This was one of the reasons why, at the age of twenty-four, Kelly was still unmarried and had no prospects for getting married. Even though she was desirable, all the males she desired were not men willing to be dominated by her. Those who were willing to be dominated, for some reason or other didn't appeal to her.
Mitch knew she was his the moment she had nodded her head. The battle for her body had been won by him. He was going to fuck this beautiful, snooty bitch for the entire summer, and not only would she not try to stop him, but she would agree to comply with any and everything he wanted. It was going to be one helluva summer. He had drained all the fight from her almost immediately, realizing she needed his body even more than he needed hers. Hell! If she turned him down, there really wasn't another man in the camp to whom she might turn, whereas there were at least a dozen other female counselors who would have been more than willing to give him their bodies. In fact, there would be times of the months when Kelly would be unwell, and he would take advantage of one or two of those female counselors.
But right now he was enjoying the fact that he had drained almost all the resistance from Kelly immediately. He smiled licentiously at her as he rose to his feet, standing in front of her, undoing his shorts, letting them fall around his ankles. He hadn't bothered with undershorts that night, and his hardened cock stood straight out from his body pointing at her, accusing her of its condition.
Tracy stared and inwardly gasped. She had seen her baby brother's penis, and it didn't look anything like the stout oak standing out from beneath Mitch's dark pubic hairs. He was gripping it with one hand, but Tracy knew there was room for him to hold it with two hands, and some of it would still be sticking out of his fists. It seemed to swell even more as his hand jerked it back and forth, and Tracy wondered why it was necessary for the man to do that.
Mitch was enjoying himself, seeing the look on Kelly's face as she stared at his cock. It was obvious she had been laid before, but it was equally obvious she had never been penetrated by a penis this long. He watched the amazement on her face as her eyes continued to remain involuntarily locked on his swollen, throbbing pillar of iron. Her body was starting to quiver a little, and Mitch felt his excitement flare as he saw helpless fear rising in the woman's eyes. She was afraid of something that large, but he knew she would accept it, fear and all.
Oh she was going to be one heck of a lot of fun this summer. He knew she would be fully conscious of all the things he intended doing to her, because something as long and as thick as his cock kept women conscious. He was going to bring forth a whole series of pleasurable moans and sighs from this woman, making her feel every last throbbing fraction of an inch he intended pushing into her. Yes, it was going to be a distinct pleasure driving his cock deep into the unprotected belly of this supposedly frigid bitch.
"Strip," he hissed at her. "Take it ALL off, Kelly."
Kelly rose to her feet, not wanting to undress, yet knowing if she didn't do as he ordered, her whole summer would go right down the tubes. He was already pulling off his shirt, revealing a chest full of hair. She felt her breasts wobbling before his lusting eyes, and it gave her a sense of pleasure to know her breasts were able to hold him so magnetically. She undid the buttons on her shorts and wriggled them down over his hips, letting them fall to the blanket, beneath. Then she stepped out of them and kicked them away.
She felt Mitch's hungrily lascivious eyes continually devouring her riDe. mature figure, but she didn't want to look at him at the moment. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel ashamed of what she was doing in spite of the lust he was building in her. She was better built than any other female counselor at the camp and she knew it. She did all kinds of exercises daily, in addition to joining in the sports with all the girls and keeping constantly active. There wasn't a loose bit of flab on her entire body. She tugged her panties down now, letting him admire the flatness of her belly, and then the down below it. She was grateful for the vodkas. They gave her the ability she needed to withstand all that was happening to her.
Mitch sat on the blanket and removed his sneakers, but he left his socks on. Then he helped her take off her sneakers, as well. All the while his long, fat cock wobbled from side to side between his thighs, wavering at her.
Tracy was frankly curious. After the way her mother and then Aunt Kelly had insisted she keep her body covered around boys, she had no idea why Aunt Kelly was now stripping naked in front of a man. Was it all right for men to look at women's bodies, but not good for boys to look at girls? Was that the whole idea? Tracy was certainly confused.
She stared at the full length of Mitch's throbbing cock, hobbling as it did in the moonlight. It was certainly something to look at. Why, it was longer and thicker than maybe ten of the penises the size of her little brother's. Did all grown-up men have one so long and thick? Was this what would happen to her little brother?
Tracy was astounded by all the things she was learning tonight, and just from watching Aunt Kelly and Uncle Mitch. So far, she had learned that a woman's breasts should be big, not too big, and they were meant to be played with by a man, to be fondled, to be kissed, and the nipples to be sucked. Gee! She was willing to bet that really felt nice, too.
Now she learned a man's thing between his legs wasn't the tiny little wienie sported by her brother, but rather a long, thick piece of nackwurst. In fact, there was no doubt but that Mitch's peepee, as she had once been told her brother had, by her mother, was almost twice as thick as knackwurst, and certainly once-and-a-half times as long. But from what she was seeing, there was a lot more about to take place, and she wanted to know all about it.
Mitch stepped toward Kelly, his lips almost sneering, his eyes embracing the full length of her silken-fleshed thighs and legs. He was salivating, staring at the roundness of her full breasts. Having tasted them once, he had the desire to enjoy them again. He liked the whiteness of her belly where it was obvious the sun didn't touch her, and he had to admit she was one bundle of deliciousness. His gaze stupefied her, and Kelly realized she was afraid. For the first time she was with a man she was unable to dominate in any way, and she was afraid.
"P-please Mitch!" she gasped. "Please ... d-don't ... not anymore. I don't want to."
"Who do you think you're kidding?" Mitch asked, smiling all the more broadly at her, reaching out and solidly grasping her shoulders with his hands, the strong, sinewy fingers digging solidly into her smooth, tan flesh. "You know damn well you want me to continue. What's bothering you, Kelly? Is it that all this is being done on my terms."
"M-maybe!" she gasped. "It's just that I think lovemaking should be done between equal partners."
Lovemaking! So that was what Uncle Mitch wanted to do with Aunt Kelly. He wanted to make love to her. Why that was absolutely wonderful. Her mommy had told her more than once that love was the most wonderful thing in the entire world. If everyone loved everyone else there would be no fighting and no wars. Gee! She had to watch this and find out how grown-ups made love to each other. It was important.
Mitch was now very close to Kelly, his face looming over hers, his eyes devoid of any pity for a woman who was trying to make him compromise his position when it came to sex once she learned it was impossible for her to do the dominating. She looked at him now, seeing the way his eyes shone into hers, cold, cruel, lusting and unyielding, boring into the very depths of her simmering soul. The tense pressure of his squeezing hands permitted no escape from his wanton stare.
"No!" Kelly gasped. "Oh no! I can't, Mitch! Not this way, I just can't," she insisted.
But her pleas fell on ears that refused to listen as his arms tightly enveloped her and pulled her against his muscular hardness. His mouth came crashing down on hers, kissing her solidly, the thick, lengthy penis pressing firmly into the softness of her yielding flat belly. His tongue snaked its way between his teeth, through her lips and into her mouth. She tried to struggle and wriggle free, but fear and the vodka had sapped her resistance, completely. The thick, probbing tongue and the heavy smell of cologne from his face filled her dilated nostrils making her senses swim. The powerfully muscular body clamped itself to hers very tightly, arms and legs flowing over and around her like a set of squid tentacles from which there would be no escape.
"Unh. ... please ... please ... don't...." she groaned softly, the sound of her voice making it obvious that in spite of telling him not to, she wanted to feel him bury his cock in her body.
Even Tracy understood that in spite of what she was saying, Aunt Kelly wanted whatever was going to happen, to happen.
Kelly's legs gave way beneath her and she slowly slid to the blanket on the ground with Mitch moving with her. His body lay on top of hers, pinning her to the blanket, and she pressed her thighs tightly together, doing her best to hold back the squirming body trying to lodge itself between them. His penis was trapped between them, forced straight up, furring its underside against her pubic hairs, the tantalizing causing him to leak that much more oily seepage. Kelly was already aware of the wetness of the swollenly solid penis as it slid up and down in its own lubricating juices, rubbing against the soft inner hollows of her trembling thighs. His face was pressing forcefully against hers, his lips against her cheek, then moving to her ear so his teeth were able to sink into her lobe. She kicked out automatically, trying to dislodge the teeth from her ear, thrilling to the biting pressure as she had never felt thrills before. Her kicking caused her to open her thighs and Mitch sank, triumphantly, between them, the fleshy instrument of his cock pressing its underside against the pink meat that were her inner vaginal lips. He pulled back and lanced forward, and this time the head of his cock moved down and slid between her thighs, the tip sliding between the cheeks of her buttocks. She tightened her ass globes immediately, even as Mitch's knees held her thighs wide apart.
Kelly realized the battle was over. There was no use trying to fight, struggle, and resist any longer. He had won, as somehow she knew he would win the moment this had started. Deep down she had wanted him to win. It was time to learn how to be dominated for once as well as to be the dominant one all the time. There would be some humiliation, but it would be worth it, because in spite of the pain she knew she would feel, being pierced by something as thick as that which Mitch sported, it would be worth it because she knew there would be pleasure, too.
The star-studded sky whirled overhead until suddenly it was totally blotted out by Mitch's handsome face moving over hers. The man's mocking eyes laughed at the glazed look of defeat in her own eyes as well as the hopeless acceptance of what it was he intended doing. His pelvis began a slow, grinding motion against hers, pressing against the upturned slash, rubbing the meaty pinkness again and. again until the blood rushing to it turned it a healthy red. The massive rubbery head of his throbbing cock traced a sticky wet path up and down the wet length of her pinkly simmering flesh, rubbing against the inner labia as well as the outer, hair-lined lips.
Tracy stared, wondering what kind of pleasure was being felt between the two of them. Uncle Mitch and Aunt Kelly on the blanket with his back to her, and the angle of moonlight coming through the tops of the trees let her see his thick, long penis rubbing back and forth between Aunt Kelly's labia. From the way Aunt Kelly was writhing, it was obvious she loved what she was feeling.
Tracy reached under her bathrobe, into her pajama pants, and she rubbed her fingers against her own slit. Hers was still bare without the slightest hint of hair, and she rubbed her fingers back and forth, feeling something, though she didn't quite know what. Still, it did feel good, she had to admit that much.
Mitch knew Kelly wouldn't be able to withstand this delicious torment for any length of time. She was the proud kind able to control herself as long as there were external restraining realities all around her. For the moment he had destroyed all those realities, the only reality being his body on top of hers, his penis rubbing between her trembling thighs. He had dreamed of having her like this ever since the first day of camp. She had always acted cold and stone-like, not only to him, but to all the men, and he knew that under her icy exterior there was fire the like of which he might well have never known, before. It was time to bring that fire to the fore. Given the proper circumstances, and as far as Mitch was concerned, these were the proper circumstances, he would spark that lust of hers until it exploded like a hydrogen bomb within her. He had been patient in chasing after her, knowing he was the one man in the entire camp who would find the key that would unlock this icy woman, and his persistence had paid off. He was going to conquer the most unconquerable woman he had ever met, and as a result, the victory was going to be that much sweeter.
Kelly felt as if she were being totally overwhelmed. Her long, smooth form was being pressed tightly against the blanket on the ground beneath her, and she was well aware of the thrilling rod rubbing itself against the pouting plane between her slender thighs. Silky tingling hairs on her pelvis mingled with the harsh brush on his own pubis, and shuddering thrills were building higher and higher in her trembling body. She waited for the penis to plunge into her, but this time it didn't happen. Instead, the cock hovered like some kind of bird of prey playing with its helpless quarry that was becoming so tormented, the only peace for it lay in its ultimately being devoured. The one difference was, it was the prey that was going to do the devouring.
Her mind fought the continually teasing torment of the tantalizing probe as she inwardly decided that even if he did take her body she would not surrender her mind to it. She had to have control in order for her to enjoy sex. Aloud, she said, "N-o-o-o-o-o ... don't do it, Mitch! Please!" She was groaning under the constant pressure of his kissing lips, her moving and rotating hips betraying her constantly resisting, unconscious mind. Her lower half was moving in small circles, barely noticeable by Mitch at first, but constantly moving. They began moving faster as Kelly realized her heated desire was a real thing whether she liked it or not. The only reality was the searing, burning flame that burned in her aching stomach, the flames seemingly licking out between her softly tender thighs, crying to be drowned out by the tormenting monster of his cock as it slithered lewdly between the wetness of her cuntlips.
Mitch felt victory was at hand.
The thighs that had been pressed tightly around his flat masculine hips in defense suddenly fell loosely away. Her heels hooked behind his knees, and with a deep, low animal groan her long arms snaked tightly around his neck, pulling the handsome man's mouth down tightly against hers, mashing his lips to hers. She sucked his lips voraciously and hungrily, soft mewling sounds escaping through the wet sucking noise. She began grinding her seething crotch all the more tightly against the stone-solid length of his dribbling phallus attempting to suck it.
The thighs that had been pressed tightly around his flat masculine hips in defense suddenly fell loosely away. Her heels hooked behind his knees, and with a deep, low animal groan her long arms snaked tightly around his neck, pulling the handsome man's mouth down tightly against hers, mashing his lips to hers. She sucked his lips voraciously and hungrily, soft mewling sounds escaping through the wet sucking noise. She began grinding her seething crotch all the more tightly against the stone-solid length of his dribbling phallus attempting to suck it between the softly tender inner lips guarding the entrance to her vagina. It was hopeless though, because the angle was not quite right, and Mitch, knowing it, purposely lay that way a moment longer, savoring her frustration with delight until he, too, was beyond waiting any longer.
Reaching between their bodies, he felt around, rubbing her soft pussylips for a moment, and grabbing the swollen length of his pulsating penis and guiding the throbbing mushroom-shaped head between the soft, now unprotected, folds of her delightfully fleshy cuntlips. He thrilled to the sensation of her soft, crisp pelvic hairs parting before his now-unimpeded onslaught. The blunted tip met resistance for a moment at the bubbling entrance to the heatedly searing passageway, and then he was aware of the yielding of her elastic vaginal mouth as his long, blood-filled member slithered deep, deep, deep into her that brought a gasp of delighted squealing from Kelly's tightly clamped lips. His balls slapped loudly and flatly against the rounded cheeks of her delighfully upturned buttocks. She was wet and wide open for him, and the impact of his knifing thrust drove her thighs even wider apart.
Tracy stared, her mouth hanging wide open, unable to believe it. That tiny little opening between Aunt Kelly's thighs had swallowed in the full length of Uncle Mitch's long, hard peepee. So this was how grown-ups had fun! Even though Aunt Kelly was gasping and panting, it was obvious the sounds she was making were those of a woman thoroughly enjoying what was happening to her. In fact, in Tracy's eyes, the woman was enjoying herself much more than she had ever seen kids have fun.
Curious, Tracy tried pushing a forefinger into her own unguarded vagina, but when she got the first digit inside, good as it felt, it also felt a little painful. She was wet in there, and she had never been wet in there before. She didn't know if she was leaking urine, or what. But it was sticky and slippery, and though it made the tunnel a little easier for her finger, the tight squeezing of her vaginal walls told her she ought not to push her finger any deeper. So she withdrew the digit and contented herself with rubbing her finger against the tiny bit of hard flesh that was sticking out at the top of her inner pussylips. She knew all about her pussy and the two pairs of lips that it was made of, because her mommy had explained that much to her.
Kelly thought she was going to be divided equally in half by the pressing power of the battering instrument forcing its way inside her. She wondered if it would push its way out of her mouth. She gurgled, continuing to wriggle crazily, thinking it might be a good idea if the penis hurt her. It would keep her from enjoying this male domination of her body. Damn it all! She wanted to be punished like the dirty bitch she was for having the audacity to enjoy what was happening to her while allowing a man to totally dominate her trembling body. All the other times she had been the dominant individual, and as a result she had not only had total control over the situation, but had made the male perform every kind of oral attention to her body before finally letting him use her vagina as a receiver of his sperm.
Tracy rubbed her clitoris up and down a little faster now, definitely feeling something. It was a thrilling sensation the like of which she had never known before. Her body wriggled a little behind the bush from where she was observing the couple fucking in the middle of the glade. The feeling was mounting higher and higher in her body. No wonder she was enjoying all this so much. Tracy realized needles of lust were permeating her tiny body for the first time, making her fully aware of what Aunt Kelly was feeling, and now she was sorry she was all alone. It was obvious that something like this was better shared with a member of the opposite sex.-Still, boys her age really didn't know anything about this, and she was certain an older man, sporting something like that which Uncle Mitch had between his thighs, would slice her open like an overripe cantaloupe.
The trembling Kelly remembered all the various things she had done with men under her domination. She had been able to suck a man's cock and make him think he was being subservient the entire time she was doing it. It was as if sucking his cock, licking his balls, and even licking his asshole was something she did for her own pleasure. Yes, she had done all that and more as the long, rampaging penis continued burying itself deeper and deeper, probing unmercifully into her trembling belly. It was as if this one cock was a combination of all those other cocks merged into one, now fucking her into madness. She slammed her tight pussy up and down, digging her heels into the blanket beneath for leverage. She humped her body up and down, up and down, as if intent on possibly pulling his cock away from the body to which it was attached, revenging herself for having submitted to it. Her body moved up and down with wildly vengeful strokes, and she pulled her knees all the way back now, letting them dig into her shoulders, wanting to take the full length of his penis to the hilt inside her. The maddening slap of his weighty, hairy testicles against her buttocks was driving her into a wilder frenzy, especially since the wrinkled scrotum was massaging her anus.
Mitch was inwardly gloating. He had found the key that would open this woman up. He braced himself on his knees and elbows above her wildly thrashing, squirming, rotating body, allowing her hungrily clasping, greedy pussy to slither up and down, moving itself back and forth along the rigid stalk at will. He bucked forward on her upstroke now, pile driving his phallic lance into her seething depths, driving the growing head almost through the back wall of her womanly container.
"Uuuuuunnnnhhh! Aaaaannnnhhh! Ooooonnnnhhh!" she gasped as the entire length of cock fucked into her, the powering momentum of his thrusts making her feel as if her buttocks were being driven through the ground.
Tracy gaped, her tongue hanging out, realizing her Aunt Kelly was loving every second of what was happening to her, and she wished such a wonderful thing would happen to her, as well. Gee! Just looking at it was really something. From the grunts coming from Aunt Kelly's mouth, there was no doubt she was having one swell time of it.
"Uuuuuunnnnggghhhh ... uuuuuunnnngggghh hhh ... uuunnnnggghhh...." Kelly continued gasping, wriggling as Mitch reached back underneath her grinding, rotating buttocks, and Finding the crack in her ass so widespread and open, he thrust a middle finger into it, jamming it in up to the second knuckle in her anus, causing her feet to jerk erotically in the air above them, her toes curling spasmodically against the bottoms of her sky-pointing feet. Through the thin wall of wet flesh separating the sperm-bloated length of his pumping, pistoning cock as it continued sliding with just the right amount of resistance, moving in and out like the well-oiled piston.
Now, between pants and groans, she began streaming words out at him, gasping as she humped her body higher each time. "Come on, Mitch! Fuck me! Fuck me, deeper! Fuck me with that wonderful cock of yours and keep that finger in my asshole!"
So that was what Uncle Mitch was doing with his hand. Tracy had wondered why he had reached down there. She automatically pushed her free hand behind her and began rubbing her tiny little anus with a forefinger. She knew the finger wouldn't fit into such a narrow little hole, but she pressed against it as she continued massaging her clitoris with her other index finger. This was getting better and better with each passing second.
Gloating and enjoying himself immensely, Mitch now pushed a second driving finger into her anus, sinking the two digits all the way to the palm of his hand. He dug them almost cruelly into the rubbery soft depths of her anal tunnel, making Kelly jerk upward, her rounded buttocks rising several inches off the blanket-covered ground, as if attempting to escape the second sudden intrusion into her rectum. But the male counselor had timed everything perfectly. He rammed his pelvis forward with a nailing vengeance, driving his cock straight down and deep into her sucking cunt. As she bucked up and down to keep the rock-hard instrument from tearing holes in the rear of her vaginal envelope, she skewered herself straight down on the two fingers probing into the suckingly tight depths of her squeezing rectum. She was hopelessly impaled between the fingers and the penis, and she groaned, feeling completely helpless, trapped between the driving instruments. The slavering juices oozing heavily out of her dilating vagina ran down over his hand, lubricating the thrusting fingers now sunk all the way inside her tightly straining asshole.
Kelly hurled her body against his again and again, arching her slender loins against the grinding assault on her vagina and anus. She continued moaning without letup, her head wildly flailing from side to side on the crumpled blanket, her body a mass of static tingles. More and more delight was shooting through her, and Kelly realized that subconsciously she had been looking all her life for a man to so completely dominate her, he would be able to make her feel all she was feeling, now.
Tracy felt stronger and stronger tingles in her own body, but didn't know how to go about bringing on the thrills she saw Aunt Kelly receiving. Oh if only she were a little bigger, she was willing to bet she'd be able to screw Uncle Mitch even better than Aunt Kelly? Screw? She supposed that was what they were doing. She had heard boys in the neighborhood use the word, and at the time had never known what it had meant. Now she was certain this was what it referred to.
Mitch continued moving his fingers in and out of Kelly's rectum. She continued jerking and screwing her buttocks around and around, rotating back on them, grunting incessantly as the pain slowly subsided. She gradually became accustomed to the dual ravishing of her loins. God! It felt as if she were being fucked in both places at once, and it was fantastically marvelous. It was the most beautiful feeling she had ever known in the entire world. Thrilling pleasure built higher and higher in her vibrating, trembling body.
"Uuunnnnggghhhh!" she grunted as he began buffeting her in rhythm between his hand and the giant, plundering phallus. He was able to feel his penis expanding all the more deliciously each time he nailed it back into her, its lust fed by the very arousal he had built in the woman beneath him.
Kelly felt the penile monster continuing to grow in her seething battered vagina. The gigantic head of the hard cock was like an overpowering, unrelenting fist continuing to mercilessly pummel deeper and deeper into her. The fingers almost tore into her anal tunnel, giving her no respite from the mounting delight continually building, building in the churning depths of her aching belly.
"Harder, harder, fuck me harder," she begged.
"Please ... uuuunnnnhhh ... Mitch_ ... haaarrrrderrrrr...." she chanted, her voice vibrating in rhythm to the way he stroked his probing cock into her. She felt as if she were ready to be torn apart. Oh Lord! At this point she wanted to be ripped to shreds. Massively huge waves of delightfully delicious feeling were charing through her, totally out of control. Her entire body was swelling like an expanding balloon, growing, growing, ready to explode at any moment.
"AAAAIIIYYYYAAAGGGGHHH ... UUUNGGGHHH ... AAAARRRGGGHHHH ... AAAAWWWWAAAAUUUNNNGGGHHHH!" she bellowed as the balloon of lust was overinflated and it exploded within her, bursting into a million different little colored lights. The finger in her rectum did indeed make her feel as if she were being dually fucked; two chambers being filled and refilled simultaneously again and again. Every entrance to her tingling body was being delightfully, deliciously attacked and probed as his tongue pushed itself into her mouth and she hungrily sucked on it as if it, too, were a cock.
Kelly realized how real all this was, and how wonderful at the same time. She was virtually this man's slave for the remainder of the eight-week camp season. This reality was really all that counted, there was nothing else, nothing at all, as suddenly, with another gasp from deep in her throat, she was aware of great floods of her inner juices throbbing from the walls of her seething pussy, streaming out in gushes over his testicles, inundating his trapped hand, as well as the oils leaked down the split between her asscheeks. She felt as if her very insides would be ripped inside-out as the flowing liquid continued washing down over the end of her spine before falling onto the wrinkled blanket. She screamed again, another thrillingly delightful piercing scream as more thrills continued inundating her trembling body. Her stiffened legs were pointed straight up into the air, now spread as wide apart as was humanly possible to give the man's pistoning phallus and fingers even deeper access to her body. She hurled her loins at him with overpoweringly brutal force, screwing herself up anxiously and hungrily on the still-pumping penis. Boiling juices flowed from her inner vagina as her nostrils widely flared and one long last gasping sigh of breath escaped raspingly from her burning lungs. She felt as if she had been smashed in the belly with a boxer's fist. She was no longer able to struggle, and simply collapsed under Mitch, tier trembling body vibrating completely out of control as more thrilling sensations continued inundating her trembling body.
Mitch knew she had come, all right. She had come like no other cunt he had ever known. Now he drove his throbbing penis deeper and deeper into her trembling body, his sides feeling the insides of her thighs and enhancing the thrills for him that much more.
"AAAAAIIIGGGGHHHHAAANNNGGHHHH ... HHHHAAAUUUNNNGGGGHHH ... GGGHHH!" he bellowed. Hot, bubbling, burning streams of sperm built in his inflated testicles and raced headlong down the length of his pulsating member, spewing wildly from the tip in his glans into the flaming depths of her sodden vagina, filling her fully and completely, then causing her to overflow with his juices as it came seeping out around his cock and dripping down her hair-covered lips. Her squeezing vagina contracted again and again externally, while the interior swelled and dilated. The man gave one last, low gasp as, with a spasming jerk he emptied his last few drops of sperm into her still-quivering body, then he, too, collapsed across her spent body.
"I have to clean you out of me once I get back there," she told him, rising to her feet, his sperm spilling down her thighs.
"Use the shower room," Mitch told her as they dressed. "No one'll be there at this time of night."
"Okay," she nodded. "Tomorrow night, same time?"
"Sure thing," Mitch nodded, and he gathered up the blanket. The two of them walked away, unaware Tracy was still there, watching.
CHAPTER TWO
Tracy was unable to satisfy herself, and she felt frustrated. Now that such a state had been made known to her, and she had come to understand how good all this felt, she wanted to enjoy that ultimate conclusion .she had seen Mitch enjoy with Kelly.
"Little girls who spy on grown-ups ought to be punished," a voice suddenly said, and turning around, the terrified little blonde girl saw Abe Warner, the head counselor and owner of the camp standing behind there.
"H-how long have you been there?" she asked, seeing him move from among the shadows of the trees.
Abe Warner was about the same height as Mitch, which was to say, five-feet-nine-inches tall. He was sixty-three years old now, with a very high forehead, and loose strands of greying hair above his ears on both sides of his head. For a man of his years he was in astounding shape, with a muscular chest and powerful arms. He played handball every afternoon for two hours with some of the younger counselors, almost always outlasting them if not beating them. He always wore a sleeveless undershirt.
"I've been here long enough to know what's been going on, and that you were watching," he told her in a stem voice.
"I couldn't sleep," she said, lamely.
"That was still no reason for you to be peeping," Abe said. "They came here because they wanted to be alone. They wanted privacy, and since it didn't interfere with their work as counselors, they should have had that privacy," he explained, his voice softening a little.
"But you were here, too," Tracy pointed out.
"As the head counselor," he explained, "it's my job to keep a running check on the camp and everyone in it at all times. I had to make sure he wasn't going to hurt her. Once I had determined that, I would have quietly left, but I saw you, and so I had to stay to make sure you weren't foolish enough to let them see you."
"Heck, I wouldn't do a thing like that," Tracy explained. "I just wanted to learn all about what they were doing."
"That's something you'll find out about all in due time," he told her.
"Oh, sure, that's w hat everyone tells me," she said. '"When I grow up I'll learn about this, or that will become clear to me.' Well, I wanted to find out how grown-ups had some fun, and I found out, and I'm not sorry except for one thing."
"What's that?" Abe asked, taking her hand and helping her up. The two of them began walking back toward the camp.
"I feel all kinda funny inside, 'cause I didn't get all the feelings Aunt Kelly did. I mean, I want more, and I can't get the funny urges outta me."
"Well," he told her, "we'll have to do something about that, won't we."
"Gee, you mean you can do something for me?"
"Of course," he nodded. "I'm the head counselor. I have to be able to keep everyone in this camp happy. But this is something that has to remain between you and me. You mustn't tell anyone at all, or else I'll never be able to help you or anyone else, ever again."
Abe Warner was burning up inside. He was aching to enjoy the lovely girl. His own wife had died some years earlier, and he had discovered a whole new world of sex opening up to him with many of the women who came to him to sign up as female counselors in his camp. But every now and again something exceptionally delectable, like this beautiful young girl came along, and if the girl wasn't one of those hypersensitives who had been taught by her parents that everything about her body was bad, he had the ability to seduce such little girls and do it so pleasantly; they not only never told anyone what he did with them, but insisted their parents sign them up for camp again next year.
Unfortunately, the last girl Abe had done this with, who had returned to the camp for three years running, had not come back this year because she was too old. So it was time to break in a new girl. Even though this one, Tracy, was a little younger than most of the ones he fooled around with, Abe Warner found her too beautiful to let go by. If he handled her right, she would also convince her parents to let her return for the next four summers, and he'd have himself a summer playmate for five years running.
by now, Tracy was a little sleepy, but her body was still stimulated, and Abe Warner knew just the right thing to do to not only make her happy, but to insure her coming to him to learn even more about sex.
"To begin with," he said, leading her through the back door of his private bungalow, "you have to trust me in all things. Now that you've promised you won't tell anyone, I can assure you, you'll have a very good time and learn everything you want to learn, but only if you do precisely as I say."
"Oh, yes, Uncle Abe," she assured him. "I'll do anything and everything you tell me to do."
"Fine," he said, pulling down the black shades covering his windows, and then turning on the lone ceiling light in the bedroom.
Abe knew he was acting somewhat foolhardy, but he also knew life passed by the people who didn't take chances. Some people would call what he was doing perverted. He didn't see it that way. Every girl who ever left his bed left it with a smile on her face, and she went to her marriage bed totally unafraid, when the time came. So he felt he was actually doing the girls a service. There was always the possibility of his getting caught, but it was a risk he was prepared to face.
"Lie down on the bed, honey," he told her, pointing to his old-fashioned, wide, double bed.
The pretty blonde girl removed her bathrobe and lay on the bed as instructed. Cautiously now, the old man dropped his own pants and lay down beside her in his underwear. Bold optimism raced wildly through him as he very carefully began undoing all the buttons on the girl's pajama shirt. Then he opened the shirt and looked at her flat little chest with the nipples only now beginning to enlarge. Because she was lying down, her breasts didn't look the least little bit swollen. Still, he gazed at her flat chest, knowing as the years passed, her lovely breasts would grow, nurtured initially by his fondling caresses.
Abe Warner knew he was being a little foolhardy, but this was no time to think of consequences. At the moment he was too overcome with ravenous lust to be able to refrain from reaching out one eager hand toward the gently heaving flat chest, moving toward the pink nipples. This was such a stunningly beautiful young girl, even if her breasts never did develop, she would have gotten along fine without them. She had the kind of face that made all kinds of men, old or young, melt. He knew he wasn't the only one with lecherous thoughts concerning her. He was willing to bet half the counselors at that camp would have loved getting their hands on her sinuous little body. She was gorgeous.
True, he still fooled around with some of the female counselors, and he would have loved to add Kelly to his list, but it was obvious the woman didn't care for him, and in a way, that was a shame. Still, he wasn't going to take advantage of the fact that he. had caught her with Mitch. The basic reason for his not taking advantage of the fact was Tracy. Had Tracy not been there, he might have discreetly caught Kelly going into the showers, and then he would have explained the advantages of being friendly with himself as well as with Mitch. But now Kelly was so wrapped up in enjoying Mitch, when she returned to her bunk she would plop right into bed and not even notice Tracy wasn't there. Abe would be able to bring Tracy back later on, when Kelly was in a deep sleep, and even if one or two of the other girls woke up, all they would see was the head counselor checking to make sure everything was all right.
Abe reached out and put his hands on the little girl's abdomen, feeling her small, slender little body. She quivered a little at his touch, but smiled, herself still half sleepy.
"Wh-what are you going to do, Uncle Abe?" the girl asked.
"To begin with, I'm going to caress you a little. Your body is nervous and tense, and you have to be made to relax. This is something I can help you do as long as you trust me."
"I trust you, but I still don't want you sticking that peepee of yours into me. I'm too tiny for it."
"First of all, it's called a penis," he instructed her. "Understand? A penis."
"Uh-huh!"
"Second, tonight I'm not going to stick it into you, dear girl, but the truth of the matter is, small as you are, you'll be able to take it, because down there you can stretch a whole lot."
"Maybe, but I'd be afraid."
"Just don't worry," he assured her, not wanting to press the subject at the moment. There would be plenty of time for that later.
She looked at him as his hands ran over her little body again and again, making her feel good each time his fingers and palms ran across her nipples.
"Are you going to take all my clothes off, the way Uncle Mitch did with Aunt Kelly?" she asked.
"Of course, dear," he nodded. "That's how I'm going to make you feel everything really good."
"But you won't stick your peep ... I mean, your penis inside me, will you?"
"I won't do anything you don't want me to do," he assured her. "After all, this is supposed to be fun, and it wouldn't be any fun if you didn't like what I did, would it?"
"Gee, you're a nice man, Uncle Abe."
"I'm your friend, honey," he told her. "I'll always be your friend." His soothing words flowed like warm, liquid honey over the beautiful little girl, and the smile on his face was totally ingenuous, so that even a cynical, experienced adult female would have been tempted to believe what the man was saying to her. "To begin with, I'm going to massage your body a little. Believe me, a good massage always tones up the body and helps get you ready for the fun that's waiting for you."
"Okay!"
"You just lie there, honey, and I'll take care of everything. You'll see."
Even as the words came tumbling out of Abe Warner's mouth, the man was now fumbling with her pajama pants, and slowly but surely he pulled them down, revealing her pretty, pouting, hairless little pussy. He tugged them lower, to her knees, and then got them all the way down to her calves. One good thing about little girls was not having to worry about pantyhose or panties at a time like this.
The beautiful little blonde was getting sleepier by the moment, and though she was still feeling aroused her mind was whirling because of all the things that had taken place over such a short span of time. But when she felt his hands caressing her hips she remembered how Aunt Kelly had struggled, and she thought, maybe she ought to struggle a little too. It wasn't right for her to let a man do all these things so easily to her, was it? In any case, she supposed that putting up a little bit of resistance would make her that much more attractive to the man. Her eyes wandered down to his undershorts, and she saw the throbbing bulge pushing against the cotton briefs, and she knew that Uncle Abe had a penis that was as big as Uncle Mitch's before he took it out of Aunt Kelly.
"Hey, maybe you shouldn't do this after all," she said, her girlish little voice sounding as if it were coming from a long way away. She tried wriggling a little as if pretending to put up some kind of struggle, but then she stopped moving when she realized her pajama pants were already off and there really wasn't that much she'd be able to do about it. Besides, deep down she really wanted to see if Uncle Abe was able to satisfy her as he claimed.
This was really going to be fun. She didn't know why, but at the moment she completely trusted this older man. She somehow knew he had no wish to harm her. Now she was going to find out just how Aunt Kelly felt, and Uncle Abe had promised he'd do it without sticking his peepee-whoops, his penis-inside her. He would keep his promise, too.
"Mmmm!" she hummed, squirming a little now. "Your hands feel good, Uncle Abe. Tell me, do you do this with a lot of girls? I mean, from the way you're touching me, it seems you must have done this with some others."
"Now you know how I made you promise not to tell anyone else about what we're doing?" Abe said to her, letting his fingertips wander over her slender, still-boyish hips.
"U-huh!" she nodded.
"Well, I'm not going to tell anyone else about us, either. Now how would it look if I went ahead and said something to you about some other girls, if I don't say anything about you? Don't you see, even if I did do something with other girls, I can't just go blurting out and telling it. It's just as much a secret as this is."
"That sure makes sense," she nodded.
"So, then, let's not talk about other girls," the older man whispered softly, leaning down and kissing the little girl's ear as the flat of his hand ran across her two nipples at the same time. He rubbed her with tantalizing pressure, making her wriggle and squirm even more. "Just think about what you saw when you were watching Uncle Mitch and Aunt Kelly. Remember all the feelings Aunt Kelly experienced, and then think how you're going to enjoy them, too."
Although curious how Uncle Abe was going to make her feel all these things without using his penis, the little girl relaxed and allowed her body to sink back into the solid mattress of the firm old double bed.
Uncle Abe was a kind man, a very gentle, loving man, and he sounded more exciting and thrilling than Uncle Mitch, perhaps because he was speaking directly to her. A shiver of excitement stole through her trembling body as she remembered seeing the way Mitch's cock had skewered directly into Kelly's vagina. She had always thought her own vagina was to be used strictly for getting rid of liquid waste. Now she knew it was also a pleasure trove. It was wonderful to discover that parts of her body had more than a single function.
"Mmmmm! Okay," she finally murmured, closing her eyes and nodding.
She would do whatever Uncle Abe said, because he was treating her like a grown-up instead of a little girl. She liked that.
"You have a beautiful little body," he told her. "It was meant to be loved and caressed."
The old man was kissing the little girl's ear now, and she squirmed, unused to such attention as he continually murmured sweet endearments into it, complimenting her and making her feel she was loved, wanted and needed above all women and girls at that particular moment. His tongue licked the shell of her ear again and again as he whispered, "You're the prettiest little girl in this camp, Tracy. In fact, you're probably the prettiest girl I've ever known, and I've seen a lot come and go in this camp. You have a lot going for you, and in years to come you're going to drive all men and boys crazy with that sweet little body of yours. You're special, Tracy, really special."
The old man knew just the right things to say to turn the head of an unwitting, sweet, young girl. His words merely heightened her desire to know the feeling her Aunt Kelly had known when Uncle Mitch had made love to her. Love! Yes, love! Her mommy was right. Love was really one terrific thing. It was the most beautiful thing of all time. Now she was first beginning to get an inkling of what love meant.
Until now, she had always thought of love as the affection which her parents had for her, or the feeling she had for the family dog. Love was even what she felt for Aunt Ethel who came over on the holidays and slobbered all over her face-which was something she had never been able to stand. But now she was gaining a whole new insight into love. First, she had witnessed the meaning of grown-up love as practiced between two adults. Just watching Aunt Kelly react to what Uncle Mitch had done to her had made Tracy envious. She had wanted to feel such thrilling sensations, merely from looking. Now, here she was, with Uncle Abe, a man who was telling her how pretty and adorable she was, and making her believe it. She had always thought of the old man as stern and forbidding, never thinking he knew the true meaning of love, but here he was, showing her love as she wanted to learn it. Gee, she was willing to bet even Aunt Kelly would be jealous of her now, if she were able to see her. Well, Tracy wasn't going to say a thing to Aunt Kelly. Heck, no! This was her own private secret, and she was going to enjoy it because Uncle Abe had assured her he was going to make it really good for her.
Mmmmmm! She lay there, writhing on the bed, humming to herself, willing to bet even Rhoda, the little girl who lived next door to her and who liked to brag about things, would be envious of her were she to know what she, Tracy, was enjoying at the moment. Boy! Rhoda didn't know anything about love. She never even talked about it, except for the silly crushes she had on Tubby Franklin, the boy who lived down the block whose only interest was jelly doughnuts.
"Tell me," Abe Warner asked, his strong masculine voice humming in her ear, "Doesn't all this feel good?"
The little girl's thoughts of her friends dispersed immediately as she snapped back to the present, becoming more and more aware of the thrilling, quivering pleasure spreading through her trembling body from the way his palm was gently, flatly massaging her budding young nipples. She stared down at his hand, unmoving, completely fascinated by what he was doing, his strong fingers began pinching the little nerve-filled nipples, pulling on them until, small as they were, they had hardened and had become erect, looking almost like Lilluptian versions of Uncle Mitch's penis. Each one looked like an upstanding pink berry and a shiver of thrilling delight totally vanquished any final fears she might have had.
"Ooooooohhhhh...." the thrilled little girl sighed and moaned involuntarily, surrendering herself to Abe Warner's expert lovemaking.
"Doesn't it feel good?" he asked. "Tell me ... don't you like what you're feeling?" the lecherously grinning man whispered into her ear. "You like it, don't you, honey? What's more you deserve to enjoy it just as much as Aunt Kelly, just as long as this remains a secret between the two of us. Remember, this is something that belongs just to the two of us, and to nobody else. You must never, never even hint to anyone about this."
"Uh-huh!" she nodded. "Ummmm!" her tiny voice sighed, the thrilled little blonde all but inarticulate at the moment. She was falling under the delightful spell of his skillfully caressing fingers, thrilling to his teasing tongue, and enjoying the hard muscles under his sixty-three-year-old body which now pressed itself closely beside her as he ran his flat hands from her breasts to her belly and buttocks, and then back again.
Abe Warner congratulated himself. He had found a perfect little lovemate. She was, indeed, discreet in appearance, and there was no doubt about her sensuality. She had skin as smooth as cream, and he enjoyed her girlish young flesh.
The extroverted old man felt a certain sense of inner pride at being able to select and seduce the perfect young female for himself. He was smart, playing the field with older women, but not trying to create any kind of a harem with the young girls. One young one at a time would be more than enough. And one this young was especially good. She was still too young to have a menstrual cycle, and he'd be able to fuck her without worrying she might become pregnant ... at least for a year. When she came back to camp next year, he would give her a contraceptive pill every evening, telling her it was a vitamin. There was a thrill in corrupting such young girls, if, indeed, this was really a corruption. Somehow the challenge of teaching a curious, trusting, innocent young girl didn't seem like any kind of corruption to the man. He felt a heightening of enjoyment, knowing the ultimate reward would be even greater when the time came because she was such a darling little thing.
In this particular instance the amoral camp director's corrupt enjoyment of all that was happening was further enhanced by the fact that all the parents thought of him as such a nice, quiet, strict old man who had lost all feeling of lust. Hah! If they only knew! It had always galled him that they thought of him as an overly moral, forbidding, and strict man, even if his stern countenance created that impression. He had feelings just like anyone else. He lusted after love, and since his wife had died, he had sought it from as many women as possible, including those delightfully innocent and tender young girls. It was as if he was trying to get even with the parents for thinking of him as a goody goody. He took one girl and made her a symbol of all the young girls in the camp, corrupting there was that word again-her and teaching her everything and anything there was to know about sex.
Still, he was doing the girl a favor, a distinct favor. In spite of his wanting to do this as a kind of revenge against the parents, he rationalized he was doing the young girl a world of good. He was going to be the one to show her how fantastic it felt to let loose all her sensuality. True, she was young, and she didn't know enough to really have that much pent up inside her, yet it was obvious from what she had seen when he had observed her spying on Kelly and Mitch that she did have this physical need to know.
The pretty little girl's fluttering eyelashes brushed against her reddened, excitedly flushed cheeks as she let herself sink a little deeper into the overpowering trance enveloping her-a sort of half sleep. She wriggled, enjoying the old man's featherlike fingers as they now softly began tracing paths of thrillingly delicious physical feeling the like of which she would never have been able to imagine. His hands moved over her heatedly churning little belly and her quivering, quaking thighs. Suddenly she was aware of something heatedly moist flicking delightfully over her flat little breasts and she opened her eyes. It was the old man's tongue. He was licking her nipples the way Uncle Mitch had sucked on Aunt Kelly's breasts, and oh my! It felt even better than she had imagined. It felt really delightfully good and soft. The tongue slithered over her nipples again and again, and she squirmed, completely out of control by now.
His smooth tongue licked and teased the highly aroused little blonde's rose-pink, tiny nipples, making them tinglingly taut as they had never been before, and then the flat oral digit began to wash over her body as his hands returned to her breasts and began caressing them, kneading them as if they were actually swollen instead of flatly lying against her chest. Down and down the man lapped, paused at strategic points of thrillingly erotic intensity, teaching Tracy what love was all about, and then he was doing something not even Uncle Mitch had done. His pointed tongue was washing across her bare pelvis.
Abe Warner's lust-gleaming brown eyes were now wide open. He loved this, seeing the reaction of a young girl the first time her pretty little pussy was licked. He wasn't going to miss a single detail of the tantalizingly gorgeous little blonde's movements. In spite of her being out in the sun most of the day, Tracy didn't either burn or tan easily. Her skin was, for the most part, still white, especially where the sun didn't touch her. The sight of so much alabaster purity aroused the old man even more, noting how it contrasted not only in its slenderness to his full-muscled body, but how her white skin complemented his own tan flesh, leathery with age. He stared anxiously at her bare pussy. In all the years he had been seducing young girls, he had never before had a completely hairless pussy, and the sight of it made his virile penis lurch even more, causing it to swell to even greater length because of the rich tones of her pink little pussy.
Although the sexually skilled head counselor now longed to simply plunge his hungry tongue directly into the pretty, adolescent young girl's moistly beckoning vaginal slit, he also knew this was something that required a little delicacy, and the longer he teased her, the greater her eventual youthful passion would be. Accordingly, he pushed his hungering mouth down along the silken smoothness of her still-unformed legs, hungrily kissing and nibbling and licking until her entire tiny little body begun jerking in uncontrollable excitement beneath him.
"Uuuuuunnnnnhhh!" the thrilled and wriggling little blonde girl whimpered as conflicting emotions continued working their way through her. Somehow she wondered why, if all this was so good, it had been kept such a secret from her for so long a time.
Still, she knew she was on the brink of a wonderful new discovery, and she was determined to learn all the man wanted to teach her. She felt anxiety continue shooting through her as her traitorous flesh spasmed as if with a mind all its own. She had an idea what Uncle Abe was going to do, and yet she found it hard to believe. He was going to put his mouth on her pussy hole, where she let her urine come from. Wasn't that dirty? Gee! It almost seemed kind of sick. Maybe, if he put his mouth near her pussy again it would be a good idea for her to stop him. After all, she didn't want him doing anything really dirty to her. In the long run, wouldn't she be doing him a favor by not letting him put his mouth there?
But Abe Warner knew the lovely young girl was definitely ready. He gloated as he said aloud, "You know, Tracy, you still have skin as soft and as tender as that of a baby. It's so wonderfully smooth ... so soft. I've never known anyone else's skin to be quite like it. Believe me, if you can keep your skin as smooth and as soft as this when you grow older, lots of men will really learn to appreciate you."
This artfully planted suggestion filled the little girl with a feeling of self-importance, instantly making her forget any resolves she'd made to stop the man from what he intended doing. She simply lay there, reveling in the thrill of his licking tongue quickly sliding up her inner left thigh, and then, suddenly, almost unexpectedly, darting into the suddenly moistening little slit of her never-before-kissed vagina. Half a second later, when she suddenly realized what was happening, that he was putting his tongue into her tiny little pussy, tasting her there, she began shuddering with thrilled and delighted pleasure as the desire for more suddenly blistered through her veins like liquid lightning.
Oh gee! she thought. This is really something different all right. Not even Aunt Kelly felt something as terrific as this. Still, I don't know if this is really the right thing for him to do. I really ought to stop him.
Yet, even as she thought of orally protesting what the old man was doing, the sweet little innocent blonde girl knew in the deepest part of her trembling soul that this wonderful tonguing of her girlish little pussy was building the feelings she had initiated with her fingers earlier, higher, and a new kind of bliss was invading her, making her feel wonderful. After one or two moments of futily trying to tell him to stop, the tremblingly helpless pretty little blonde decided that maybe the head counselor knew best, after all, and so she simply lay there, letting her buttocks bounce up and down on the mattress as she willingly submitted to what he was doing. Her fire-filled buttocks continued undulating up and down to meet the constantly insistent thrusts of the man's working tongue, and her little legs spread themselves wider and wider apart to make more room for his hungrily burrowing head.
"Uuuuuhhhhnnn ... hhhhhhuuuuhhhhhnnnn!" she moaned softly, and then her eagerly anxious hands were reaching down and her small fingers were tangling in what was left of the old man's greying hairs as her bucking hips continually matched the thrusting strokes of his hungry tongue.
"Thatta girl!" Abe whispered to her. "Do as you feel like doing. Let loose with what you feel, and soon all the tension will be running out of you."
"Oh yes, Uncle Abe," the sweet little golden-haired girl moaned softly, and she forgot about everything other than the wonderful sensations she was feeling. There were pictures in her mind of Uncle Mitch still sticking his penis into Aunt Kelly, and she wondered if it felt anything like the way Uncle Abe's tongue was jabbing into her. She wanted more and more and more of what she was feeling as the thrills continued pyramiding inside her, building to unbelievable highlights and fantastic proportions. This was what real lovemaking was all about. Now she was starting to understand that much more clearly what Aunt Kelly had felt, and it was oh-so-good! Pure, wanton lust was building in the aching body of the trembling little girl, and she knew the sensations would build even higher before she would feel that final sensation she had seen Aunt Kelly enjoy.
Abe Warner was amazed at how quickly the beautiful little girl adapted to what he was doing.
Almost all the other girls he had initiated into this had felt some reservations at first, and one or two had even tore some hairs out of his head in an attempt to stop him, in the beginning. It was his constant tonguing of their cunts that eventually broke them down and made them understand how much more they wanted of all this. It was fabulous. He had gotten over this first, most important of all hurdles with Tracy, and from here on in, it would all be easy. She would do just about anything he wanted, because she knew he had the ability to really make her feel good.
Burning floods of delighted exultation continued mightily suring through the young girl's twisting, turning loins, and as Abe's lapping, slurping tongue lanced itself all the deeper inside her fire-filled vagina, she found herself reveling in the deliciously obscene sensations his smoothly stroking oral member was provoking as it touched her most intimate, private feminine flesh.
Ooooohhhhh! It's so good, so very good, she thought, jubilantly. Gee! I'm so glad I followed Aunt Kelly and Uncle Mitch outside tonight. I'm learning so much about love, and it's all so wonderful, so delightful. I can do just about anything I want to do, too.
The truth was, Tracy knew she would only be able to do as she pleased for the moment. As soon as this was over-and with a pang she realized it would be eventually over, just as Aunt Kelly's enjoyment had come to an eventual end-she would have to go back to being a camper like all the other girls, doing as she was told. She just hoped Uncle Abe liked her enough so this wouldn't be the only time he wanted to do things with her. Right now, a wildly salacious, lusting feeling was coursing through the unknowing sweet nymphet, and for a little while she felt she was free from all restraint. Her little hands pressed on the older man's head, pushing it deeper into the depths of her steaming vaginal well, and her slender little legs and undeveloped torso continually squirmed in totally wanton abandon as the man's lascivious oral manipulation of her vagina continued.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnhhh ... aaaannnnnnhhh ... mure ... more....oh yes, Uncle Abe ... don't stop ... do more. ... please ... please."
What Tracy was unable to understand was, how anything so good had never been found out by her or any of her girl friends before this. True, she had promised she wouldn't tell anyone about this, so it was possible some of the other girls already knew but they, like herself, had been sworn to secrecy.
Completely delighted with the way the lovely little girl was responding to his constantly frenzied tongue-fucking, the head counselor now slid his tongue out of her slithering hole and began flatly massaging it against her little clitoris. He rubbed the capsule of flesh solidly, until her voice was panting with no control, and then he once again stabbed the full length of his oral organ into her as far as his anxious tongue was able to reach. He lapped her wetly gaping vagina repeatedly. Lordy! She was one tight little girl, all right. He was unable to fit more than the tip of his tongue into her. Eventually he was going to stretch that tight little channel with his driving penis. Her flesh inside was butter-soft, and she would spread easily enough because she was very elastic, inwardly. Her elasticity also meant she would snap back, so she would be nice and tight at all times.
Readjusting his crouching form, the lust-fevered, cunt-hungry old man now rubbed his throbbing turgid penis against the little girl's foot. It popped out of his underwear, and without realizing it, Tracy tried gripping it with her toes.
She was ready to come at any moment, the man realized that, feeling the way her vibrating channel was rubbing around his delving, probing tongue, and her helpless whimpers were building higher and higher, becoming that much more frenzied. If he built her up again like this for t he next two nights, he was certain he'd be able to finally poke his prong into her tight little cuntal cup.
Tracy heard her own excited mewls and moans coming to her ears, as if being uttered by someone else. The sounds mingled with the wet, juicing sounds made by Abe Warner's sucking mouth as his tongue continued stabbing continued stabbing into the sweet tightness that was her vagina. The mingling sounds were a cacaphonous symphony which thrilled the delighted little girl more than any song she had ever heard. Now she realized something else was beginning to happen to her. Another feeling was building in her, and she was certain this was what Aunt Kelly had felt when she had screamed. She knew she was going to scream too, and her small hand reached under her head for a pillow which she pressed against her mouth, knowing a scream heard around here in the middle of the night would wake up more than a few people. Uncle Abe said this had to remain a secret between the two of them, which meant that if she screamed, her scream had to be muffled. The inexperienced, quickly learning young girl felt as if she were in some kind of different world where nothing existed but heated flesh and happy, continually expanding waves of all-enjoyable pleasure.
He's doing to me with his tongue what Uncle Mitch did to Aunt Kelly with his penis, she thought, her mind whirling with disbelief, unable to understand how a tongue, which barely pushed inside her, was able to bring her to such heights of passion. Still, it was happening, all right. She wanted it, all right. She wanted it more than anything else in the world at the moment.
"Uuuunnnnnhhhh ... yesss ... yes ... yessss...." the passively aroused, beautiful innocent young girl gasped as she realized she was just about to feel that final, wonderful thrill.
That was when the precocious little yellow-haired lass felt her vaginal muscles beginning to strain. They shuddered and her flesh seemingly melted around the delving tongue of this head counselor as white-hot static buzzed through every part of her quivering little body. She heaved and thrashed as if she were foaming at the mouth, moving her little torso like a girl gone crazy. Then she simply surrendered completely to the indescribable ecstasy exploding inside her trembling body and aching brain.
Her hand jammed the pillow into her mouth, as she gagged out, "UUUURRRGGGGGHHH ... GGGGGHHHHUUNNGGGGHHH ... GGGGHH HAAARRRGGGGHHH ... HHHHAAAUUUAA GGGGH!"
Her high-pitched voice was completely muffled in the little room as her toes clung all the more fiercely to his penis, tugging back and forth on it. The excited man, feeling her foot, sluiced his tongue deeper and deeper into her soddenly youthful pussy in a determined effort to make the little girl enjoy this to her utmost.
For Tracy it all ended too quickly. The feeling of thrills washed through her little body, making her shudder and shiver, and then she quaked, totally beyond control one more time before letting her body settle down to the bed.
She was aware of what her toes were gripping now, and she looked down, amazed to see the size and thickness of the huge penis. It was probably as large as that of Uncle Mitch, and even though why, she kept pulling on it until, abruptly, the man sat back and began firing white, sticky stuff all over her ankle and shin. Blast after blast spurted from him as he quaked, silently.
CHAPTER THREE
Uncle Abe had washed her body very carefully, and then he had put his own penis back in his underpants. After that, they had dressed again, he in his camp togs, she in her pajamas and robe. He took her back to her bunk, but not before telling her that if she said nothing about this, then he would see to it she would be able to enjoy more things like this.
"When?" she asked, whisperingly.
"Tomorrow night, when everyone else has gone to sleep. I'll come and get you and I'll show you how we can even have more fun. Believe me, you're going to like everything I teach you."
"Oh, I know that, Uncle Abe," she nodded. "You were wonderful tonight. I bet I felt it even stronger than Aunt Kelly."
"Now you have to forget what you saw with Aunt Kelly and Uncle Mitch," Abe told her. "Just like you and I have a secret, Kelly and Mitch will want that to be their secret."
"Gee, if you say so, okay!" she nodded.
He carried her inside the bunk and checked around. All the little girls were asleep, as was Kelly, in her own bed. She was all whacked out, which was all to the good. If Mitch was able to tucker her out most nights like this, why then he'd be able to really have a ball with this little one.
Abe tucked her into bed, pressing the covers firmly around her, and after kissing her on the cheek, quietly walked out. Tracy watched him go, and she almost immediately began drifting off into the land of Nod. Gee! Camp was really terrific. She was learning so many things here she would never have learned at home.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Uncle Abe awoke the camp the following morning, Tracy was almost positive everything she had enjoyed the night before had been a dream. But when the old man winked at her during morning lineup, and when she realized how good she felt all over, she knew it was no dream.
She went through the morning routine of cleaning the bunk, making her bed, having breakfast, tending to her bodily needs, and then playing volleyball as if walking in a dream. Somehow she still managed to score the most points, but during the entire time she kept her eye on Aunt Kelly. The woman was moving as if she were stiff and sore. Wow! Uncle Mitch had given her some heck of a workout all right, the night before.
Lunchtime came, and during the week lunchtime was always terrible. It was either egg salad, tuna salad, or some other cheap salad she hated. After lunch, at one o'clock, there was the hour-and-a-half rest period where she and the other girls in her bunk were supposed to lie down and nap. Most of the girls played games like Monopoly, though some did rest. But when she saw Aunt Kelly stepping outside, Tracy walked to the door. She watched as Uncle Mitch walked across the campus carrying a blanket and headed into the woods, and she knew Aunt Kelly was going to follow him.
Kelly walked back into the bunk and said, "Girls, I have to go away for a few minutes. In the meantime, I expect you'll be on your best behavior. If there are any problems, speak to Aunt Grace in the next bunk."
Kelly left, and Tracy went into one of the two bathrooms. She locked the door behind her, then closed the toilet lid and stood on it while she opened the little window behind the toilet. It was narrow, but she was able to climb out of it and onto a barrel outside. Leaving the window open, she hurried to where she knew Aunt Kelly was headed. She had promised not to spy on her at night, but nothing had been said about what she would do during the day.
The rest period still had almost an hour to go. Tracy had a reputation for taking her time in the bathroom when she did go, so she figured the chances of anyone being suspicious she wasn't there were few.
Sneaking through the trees, she hid behind the same bush as the previous night. Silently, she watched....
"How're you feeling?" Mitch asked.
"Horny," she replied. "I'm glad you let me know during lunch that you wanted to meet me here now, as well as tonight."
"A man can't get enough of a good thing," Mitch laughed, "and you're the best."
"My bones ache," Kelly told him
"I'll massage them for you," he said, as she sat on the blanket and he sat behind her. He begun rubbing her shoulders, and Kelly moaned a little as if he was getting to the sore spots. Finally unable to appreciate what he was doing with her polo shirt on, Kelly slipped it over her head, letting Mitch know she hadn't bothered wearing a bra that morning. Mitch remained behind her, still kneading her shoulders.
"I brought some lotion," he told her. "i figured you'd be a little achy today. This ought to make you feel better," he said in a tightly choked voice that made Kelly smile with a little look of amusement on her face.
The pretty female counselor started when Mitch slapped some of the cold lotion on her rounded, smooth shoulders. She turned her head a little to look back at him, letting him look over her shoulder at the jut of her twin mammaeries. She was happy to see Mitch was gazing with a certain rapture at her throbbing breasts. Good! He was still interested in her body even after conquering her, last night. This was important to Kelly, because she usually never slept more than once with any male she had dominated, and she was afraid Mitch's attitude toward her might be the same. But he was staring at her jiggling breasts as he worked the cool lotion into her shoulders, his eyes locked on her with attention.
Mitch had to admit he was fascinated by the woman. She had nice, big breasts, all right, but not big enough to sag. He liked the way she was put together. Yeah! She would last through the entire camp season without wearing out as many another female might.
Tracy, watching the way Mitch was ogling Kelly's breasts, had to admit she sure understood why it was good for a woman to have full breasts, and now she wished her own would develop in one heck of a hurry instead of waiting. Playing with Uncle Abe had been a lot more fun than playing softball, basketball, or volleyball.
Tracy watched, seeing the way Kelly's breasts bounced up and down and wobbled from side to side. Just looking at the way Uncle Mitch was rubbing Aunt Kelly got her all aroused, and she felt that hot wetness inside her own vagina again. This time she knew it wasn't urine. It was the same kind of stuff that had seeped from the head of Uncle Abs's cock onto her feet before he had shot that white stuff all over her legs.
Kelly moaned as lust continued building higher and higher in her quiveringly aching body. She knew Mitch was more and more aroused with each passing moment from the way his hands rubbed her trembling body.
Opening her eyes, Kelly turned her head and looked at the way Mitch continued admiring her breasts. Then his hungry stare met hers.
"You horny bastard," she teased, laughing as if trying to make light of the situation. "You've been looking at my breasts. From the hungry look in your eye I'd say you wanted to swallow them down."
Teasing him, Kelly crossed her arms in front her her to hide her breasts from him. Mitch smiled, reached down, and lightly pulled her arms away.
"I don't appreciate your hiding them," he told her. "It's not as if I haven't seen them before, gorgeous. They're so delightfully firm and swollen ... so pretty ... so luscious. I think I'm going to feel them a little."
Kelly shuddered as the man reached down with his hands over her shoulders and filled them with the flesh of her full breasts. His hands were covered with the fragrant emollient lotion and in a short while her large, swollen breasts were glistening with the cream as Mitch continued fondling and stroking her.
"Ummmm!" the woman sighed as the handsome, crop-haired man pressed his thumbs into the cherry-like aureolae of her nipples, bringing them to full erection. Spurts of lubricating oil seeped from her vagina, wetting the shorts she was wearing each time his fingers pulled on her nipples a little.
Tracy watched, enthralled by the sight of it all. The more she watched, the more certain she was that what she had done with Uncle Abe had been the right thing to do.
In no time, Kelly's pussylips were as wet with inner vaginal fluid as her full breasts were gleaming with the lotion that had been rubbed on them. Kelly moaned and twisted on the blanket as Mitch continued kneading her tender mammaries and squeezing their sensitive tips.
Knowing she was about to once again perform with Mitch, and that she was going to enjoy it very much, the lovely female counselor made no further moves to cover her body. In fact, she let Mitch open her shorts and tug them down, exposing her tawny thighs and sleek legs. She lay back, opening her thighs, exposing her vagina to the man's hungry gaze.
Tracy had to admit, Aunt Kelly had a longer slit than she did. Even though it looked too narrow and too tight to take Mitch's cock, Tracy knew it was possible because she had seen them the previous night. That being the case, she wondered if it was possible for her own vagina to stretch and take a man-sized penis, as well.
Tracy watched as the handsome athletic director squirted the rest of the oily cream all over the lovely woman's body, rubbing it in, everywhere. Kelly simply lay there on her back, wriggling and squirming as he massaged her all over. She thrilled to the illicit way he handled her.
The man took more time than Kelly would have wished, as if he knew something she didn't.
"Why are you taking so much time?" she asked. "Abe might discover we're missing at any time, now."
"Abe went to town right after lunch," Mitch told her. "He won't be back until the middle of the afternoon. Buck, the assistant head counselor, is my friend, and he assured me I would be able to take all the time I needed."
"You told him about us?" Kelly gasped.
"Hell, no! What's between us is our little secret," Mitch assured her. "But Buck knows I have something going with someone here. Hell! Almost all the guys have something going with the different girl counselors. The only difference is, what you and I have going is only known to the two of us."
"Don't be so sure," Kelly said to him. "Abe has a way of finding out everything about everyone."
All the while they were talking, Mitch continued rubbing her body with the lotion he had brought. He rubbed it into her pillarly thighs, and then massaged it into her vaginal mound while kneeling to the side so Tracy was able to see what was happening. He massaged her vaginal lips, spreading the scented flesh apart with deliciously tantalizing strokes that made Tracy's mouth water. Uncle Mitch sure knew how to make a woman feel good. She only wished he was playing with her own cunt.
As Mitch kneeled between Kelly's thighs, lowering his head, Tracy felt chills shoot through her. He was going to do to Aunt Kelly what Uncle Abe had done to her the previous night. This reassured her that what Uncle Abe-had done to her the previous night was all right after all.
Mitch leaned closer, sniffing the juicy interior of the woman's pussy, smelling the musky, arousing scents within. Then he leaned forward a little more and stabbed his tongue inside.
"Ohhhh ... yessss!" Kelly gasped, as his tongue stabbed itself into the slippery depths of her shuddering body, then slipped out long enough to slaver across her distended, pulsing clitoris.
"Ohhhhhh ... uuuuuunnnnhhhhh ... yes ... yes ... eat me ... eat me!" the excited woman gasped, loudly moaning to the man sucking her vagina. "Oh, Jesus! Mitch! You are the best. You are sensational. I don't know where you learned to eat pussy like this, but you're the best I've ever had."
So this was referred to as "eating a pussy." Tracy didn't know that. Heck! She was willing to bet Mitch was having a better meal right now than she had eaten at lunch time.
The man was snickering a little, but still keeping his stabbing length of tongue thrust into Kelly's seethingly juicy little slot. He lapped and slurped, letting his tongue work through her vagina the way a thirsty dog would lap at a bowl of water. Kelly shuddered and whimpered with delight as heavenly sensations continued wildly rippling through her steaming vagina and lasciviously licentious thrills kept running delightedly through her mind.
The dark-haired female counselor dug her heels into the blanket beneath her and pushed up with her pelvis, sucking that much more of the man's limber oral organ into the seething depths of her greedy cunt. But the aroused and thrilled woman wanted more than Mitch's tongue. Having felt his cock once, she wanted it again.
"Fuck me, Mitch!" she beggingly gasped. "Don't hold back! Please, yank out that big fat, juicy cock of yours and fuck it all the way into me, right now!" she insisted, pleading in a panting, hungrily anxious voice, enjoying the wickedness of what she was saying almost as much as the wanton thrills his hot tongue was causing in the wriggling depths of her squirming body.
"I'll fuck you if you promise that the next time we get together, you'll suck my cock," Mitch gasped.
"Yes, yes, yes, anything ... with pleasure.'" she sighed. "But fuck me, now!"
Suck his cock? Tracy was stunned at the idea. Yet Aunt Kelly had readily agreed, so she guessed it wasn't something really wrong. This was something she would have to ask Uncle Abe about. It wasn't something to which she was accustomed, and she had to know if women did things like this to men. If so, was it pleasurable? If it was, then she, Tracy, wanted to try it, too.
"Okay, baby!" Mitch was saying to the bouncing Kelly.
For a moment he sat back on his heels and looked at the lovely voluptuous woman lying before him, admiring her lithe form, pleased he was about to fuck her again, but even more pleased he would be doing it at her request.
He stripped off his tee shirt and shucked his shorts in record time, kicking everything off to the side. He was pleased to see the way Kelly was hungrily staring at his penis, looking at it with undisguised desire as it swelled out, wavering from side to side.
Tracy stared, and she had to admit it was a tossup as to whose cock was larger, Uncle Mitch's, or Uncle Abe's. They both looked so long and so thick. It took all her willpower to suppress a gasp of delight as the swollenly engorged rod popped free and sprang out into view. Mitch, as usual, pumped it a few times to make sure it was at its peak."
"This is what you want, isn't it, Kelly?" he asked, looking at her lusting eyes, teasing her a little, loving every second of the way she stared hungrily at his throbbing cock.
"Yes, yes, YES!" Kelly gasped. "That's what I want. Hurry up and stuff it inside me. Ohhhhh, Mitch! Ram that big, hot, delightful cock of yours into my cunt and let it fire its load."
Wow! Aunt Kelly not only liked the feel of his cock, but she wanted to feel him spurting his white stuff inside her. Wow! This made Tracy more envious than ever, and it bothered her that she was too small to take a cock. Cock? Yes, that was what Aunt Kelly "called it. So it was not only called a penis, but a cock as well. Terrific!
Mitch laughed again and kneeled down, edging between the sweet, wide open thighs of the female counselor. He placed the hard tip of his throbbingly hot penis against the ripe inkness that was Kelly's inner vaginal lips, feeling the seepage from her interior coming out and washing over his pulsating penile head.
Kelly was so thrilled and excited she shuddered when she felt the monstrous penis's intimate touch. Since the first time Mitch had fucked her, all she had done was dream about having him inside her again. Oh God! God! God! In that searing moment of self-revelation, Kelly realized the truth about herself. All her life she had dominated men in the hope of finding the right man to dominate her. Much as she enjoyed being fucked by men she controlled, now that she had found this man, she enjoyed the pressure of his cock in her cunt even more.
Yes, she wanted a steady diet of his cock, not just now, through camp, but after camp, as well.
Seeing the look in the excited counselor's eyes, Tracy realized Aunt Kelly was hooked on Uncle Mitch's cock. Cock! She loved even thinking the word! Wow! It must really be something to be fucked! Fucked! Another word she was learning to like in a hurry. Tracy didn't know too much about things like heroin, but she did now from watching all the TV shows that the stuff was what they called addictive. The more someone had of it, the more of it they wanted and needed. Well it seemed Aunt Kelly had become addicted to Uncle Mitch's cock, and the more she had of it, the more she wanted and needed. She was so much out of her mind with desire, all that seemed to matter to Aunt Kelly was the reassuring feeling of Uncle Mitch's plunging cock into her cunt. Cunt? Tracy liked the word pussy, better.
Crazed with desire for Mitch's throbbing organ, Kelly lifted her hips upward while grabbing his penis with her hand and aiming it between the heatedly tight folds of her vagina. She sighed with delighted lust as she felt the knobby tip penetrate her sucking vaginal lips.
"Oh, wow!" Mitch gasped. "You must have a cauldron burning somewhere inside your cunt. I can feel the fire!"
Kelly gasped, whining with needful desire, and slammed her hips up higher, driving half the length of his thick phallus into her sweetly resisting interior. Uuuuuunnnnnnngggghhhh! That's the way Mitch-baby, that's the way! I'm on fire inside, all right, and what's more, the fire is getting hotter."
Mitch sucked in his breath long and loud as the super-heated fluid inside Kelly's cunt washed over the length of his throbbing cock. She pumped upward even harder now, and the rest of his long prick slid into the tight depths of her gushing vagina. Her narrowly tight pussy nibbled and sucked at its throbbing captive, and then Kelly began bouncing her buttocks.
The heated slickness of the humping woman's feminine sheath pulled at the length of the male counselor's hard cock like a voraciously sucking mouth vacuuming in soft, raw, heated liver. The lovely woman moaned, whimpering with thrilled joy as the spongy head of his driving, nailing penis sank deeper, and her vaginal walls sucked and swallowed the entire length of it.
Buried to the hilt in her, Mitch realized he was going to shoot in a hurry, this time. He grunted and withdrew, then poised himself on his knees and slammed his aroused cock even harder into the woman's gobbling vaginal opening.
"Fuck!" Kelly gasped, churning her buttocks with intense delight. "Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK me! FUCK ME HARD!"
Her aching muscles because of the previous evening's activity were now distantly fading from her memory. The only thing in the entire world that mattered now was the exquisite joy of feeling Mitch's solidly throbbing prick as it flowed back and forth in the tight depths of her shuddering cunt. Kelly bucked and thrust and hurled herself against the man, sinking his huge cock into her shivering belly to the balls with each swallowing of the swollen organ. Her legs clamped themselves tightly around his buttocks, and her arms squeezed him against her as she slammed her pelvis upward when his cock sank into her, feeling his pelvic hairs rub delightfully and scratchingly against her clitoris.
"Ungh! Hunnnph! Anngh! Oonnph! Arrggghhl Uuunnnphh! Oh ... uuunnnh ... yesss ... Mitchbahbyyyyy!" she gasped, keeping perfect time with the way he was stroking into her. "Fuck me, honey! Fuck me, hard!"
"AAAAAMMMMRRRGG!" Kelly gurgled into Mitch's mouth as their open oral caverns remained locked together. She gasped in thrilling ecstasy as the hot cock of the man she adored continued pumping in and out of her seethingly anxious, violently contracting vagina. Huge jets of burning, bubbling, spurting cream flooded the depths of her charged vagina. Jet followed jet, and he spurted into her as if he hadn't come in a longtime. The deluge of semen flooded Kelly's interior, and she felt it to be the icing on the cake of lust, as she felt a series of mind-shattering orgasms blast through her, violently, one after the other. The blissful sensations charged through her like a bolt of lightning.
"Drown me in your sperm, .Mitch!" she gasped. "Drown me from the inside. Fill me with it again and again and again, and keep pumping it into me."
Mitch moaned as her words triggered another series of penile explosions, his entire body wildly contracting as he fired again and again.
Kelly gasped with joy, panting repeatedly as he kept pumping his cock into her even though it was shrinking. Finally, out of breath, and out of erection, Mitch pulled his shrunken organ from her flooded depths and lay beside her, panting insanely.
"I wish to God you were able to do it again," she gasped.
"My last name's Simpson, not Samson," he told her. "But don't worry, by tonight I'll be back up to full power, and I'll give you a jazzing you'll love ... after you blow me!"
"I can't wait to have the full, hard length in my mouth," Kelly gasped. "I'm going to suck it like there's no tomorrow, and I promise you, you'll go out of your gourd."
The two counselors got up and dressed, Kelly using a hanky Mitch thoughtfully provided to keep his glue from running out of her cunt. They walked away hand-in-hand.
"Gee," Tracy said to herself, "if sucking is that good, I-have to try it."
CHAPTER FIVE
That night, after the evening activity which took place after the girls had taken their evening showers, they went to their bunk, tired out. Tracy, who hadn't taken part in any of the evening activity, was still fairly fresh even though it was beddy-bye time. She pretended to be asleep when Aunt Kelly came around to check her, just as she checked all the girls. One of the other girls took a long time falling asleep, but she finally dropped off, and then Kelly left.
Tracy put on her slippers and her robe and stepped out on the front porch, waiting. The counselors on duty were at the other end of the campus when Abe Warner came for her.
Hurrying to him, she let him carry her because he was able to move more quickly and more quietly. He carried her to his room, pulled down the black shades, shut the door, and turned on the light.
Tracy wasted no time, but slipped out of her robe and tugged off her pajamas, then lay on the bed. She looked at Abe as he began removing his own clothing. She realized she still had a heck of a lot to learn where sex was concerned. So far, what she knew was information that merely scratched the surface. Still, the best way to learn about sex was to become involved in the act of it, and Tracy intended doing just that, to some extent, anyway.
"Tell me," she said to Abe Warner. "I know how you enjoyed licking and kissing me between my legs...."
"Your vagina," he amended.
"Yes, well, anyway, would I like doing the same thing to you?"
Abe was amazed at how quick and astute the young girl was. As a matter-of-fact that was what he intended teaching her that very night. Not wanting to let her know as much, he said, "This is something I may let you find out before the evening is over, but only if you really want to do it."
Abe was down to his briefs now, and the girl stared, watching with glowing eyes as the old man slowly removed them, revealing once again to her how fantastically well-built he was, even there. The organ was already fully erect, jutting away from his body at a forty-five degree angle, the glans as huge as her tiny closed fist. The swollen knob was a huge, angry red in color, and as she stared at it she once again wondered how it was even vaguely possible for a grown woman to take such a thing in her vagina, much less a small girl like herself. She rubbed her small, white, moonlike buttocks into the bed as she felt tingling nerves throughout her body suddenly shimmer and come vibrantly to life. Though she didn't understand it at the time, it was her body once again reacting to what her mind was looking forward to. Having experienced orgasm once, her body now knew how it felt, and as a result, wanted more. There was a strong pulsating in her young, girlish thighs, and her nipples, without so much as being touched, were already pinkly erect.
"Ummmm!" she sighed, her voice a little girl's moan as she actually found herself licking her lips, looking forward to what was going to happen as she gazed at Uncle Abe's huge phallic lance.
As Tracy watched, her eyes wide with wonder, the old man's penis throbbed and twitched strongly, the large head swelling all the more before receding. The' young girl realized it was so large because of the way he was staring at her lovely body, admiring her small, white nudity, his eyes burning into the thin, hairless, pink slide of vagina clearly visible, pouting as if throwing kisses at him.
"You're a very, very beautiful little girl, Tracy," Abe Warner said to the little blonde angelic-looking girl. "I'm not a young man anymore. I've known a lot of women and girls in my time, but I can truly say you are definitely one of the most beautiful of them all. If you grow up and learn to be as good sexually as you look, you'll drive the man you marry wild with ecstasy."
"Gee, you mean when I get married I can do this as much as I want?" Tracy asked.
"Well, for as long as your husband holds out, anyway," Abe laughed.
He enjoyed the sight of her trim little body more and more. For a young girl, not yet developed, she was physically perfect. Even the way she smiled seemed to him just right, provoking him in a wonderfully licentious way as her own girlish eyes remained locked on his long, thick phallic extension and the way it twitched above his heavy, weighted, semen-bloated balls. She was a female cherub, a young goddess; an Astarte before growing up and developing, and the sight of her slightly parted, girlish thighs open as they were, revealing her bare cuntlips already moistened with arousal, and the way her labia twitched open and closed-all served to make him stare that much harder. He was holding his breath he was so thrillingly aroused, and the anguished pulses in his temples were pounding with more and more maddening power.
"Wider," the old man said to the little girl. "Open those pretty thighs of yours wider."
Tracy smiled coquettishly and obeyed him, feeling good, knowing she wanted to enjoy him as much as he wanted to enjoy her. Not that she was wise beyond her years, but she understood by now the meaning of taking pleasure from another human being, and having seen the way Uncle Mitch took his pleasure from Aunt Kelly, and the way Uncle Abe had spurted out his white semen when she had touched him with her toes, thus taking pleasure from her after having given her pleasure with his mouth, she knew how people were able to please one another. Just looking at the old man's solidly throbbing length of hard cock made Tracy feel excited and thrilled more than she had ever felt in her life.
"Now I want you to use your fingers on yourself, this time," Abe told her. "Sometimes there won't be anyone around to help you enjoy yourself, and you'll have to learn to give yourself pleasure. You can do it, Tracy. Just massage those cuntlips of yours with your fingers, concentrating on the little button that is your clitoris.
The old man's voice was hoarse and thick as he moved closer to the foot of the bed so he might get a better look between her lovely little thighs. His smile seemed to arouse Tracy more than ever, and she knew if he said she was able to make herself happy, then it was possible. She reached between her girlish thighs, fingers pressing on each of her slender columns, and she finally found the pink flower of her tenderly soft, sweet pussylips with her middle finger. Aided by her thumb, her finger pressed against the softly naked flesh, moving into the center of the wet coral slash. It began moving up and down, up and down, massaging the anxious clitoris, making it swell and peep out from the fleshy frenulum surrounding it, extending itself from the membraneous tissue in which it had been hiding. At the same time the little girl found herself automatically slowly undulating her hips, bringing all of her slender body into slow motion, half closing her sweet, baby blue eyes because she discovered the pressure was so erotically arousing and inflaming. But to the old man, the sweet little girl's half-closed eyes looked like smoky, alluring little lamps drawing him closer and closer to her.
Lord! She was arousing! She was more arousing than any other little girl he had ever known, and when she matured into an adult female, she would become the most sensuous of women. She was such a stunning little girl.
Abe Warner permitted his eyes to travel up and down the length of her body, traveling over the nonexistent curves of her lusciously displayed, beautiful young body. Tingling sensations made his skin shudder and prickle, and goose bumps formed on his flesh, seemingly reaching right down into his grey -haired groin. He felt as if a hand was tightly clamping down on his stiffly throbbing cock, but from within the organ, itself. His throbbing phallus swelled all the more because his greedy eyes fastened on her flat pink nipples, thinking what they would look like in two or three years. Those pink areolae would swell and enlarge and look like large rubber suction cups on her breasts, and the breasts themselves would be two perfect roundnesses, shaped so the nipples would be tilted upward. Already she was learning to become a seductress, doing things without his saying a word. She rolled her body from side to side, doing it naturally, tempting him closer and closer, and her quivering little nipples seemingly swelled just the littlest bit more as her rotating chest made them make tiny little circles in the air. All the while she smiled provocatively at him, enjoying what he was telling her to do, massaging the little button that was her clitoris, her little finger pressing down so hard she wondered if she might push the throbbing little nubbin back into her shuddering body.
Her waist still had baby fat on it, but in the next two years it would start curving inward, and Abe Warner was already able to imagine how her hips would swell, just a little. Her winking little-navel looked like a tiny sapphire set in a slightly rounded plane of belly, and her thighs, still skinny, would soon round out and turn to columnar beauties. Her still-girlish legs were short, but it wouldn't be long until the calves filled out and her ankles would become more trim. But it was her soft, white flesh that still held him attracted to her. So clean, so white, so delightfully hairless. Some day, soft down would lightly grow on her legs and she, like so many others, would have to shave them. But now, ah now, they were so lovely, so hairless, so beautiful. Her toenails, obviously trimmed by her mother before she had come to camp, were very short.
Abe Warner was a tremendously sensuous man. He had been woman-crazy all his life, even when married, though he had loved his wife enough to temper his external affairs as long as she lived. He had earned his money early in life, investing, then as the principal of a school. He had always been lucky, especially with women. He didn't know why he fell in love with his wife. She wasn't a raving beauty, nor did she have the perfect figure, but he fell in love with her all the same. He asked her to marry him, and he was delightfully surprised when she agreed to do so. When it came to making him feel like a kind of superman, his wife proved the perfect companion. Even if she wasn't a physical goddess, and though she had been a virgin when he had married her, she adapted to sex so readily, learning so easily, he soon discovered he was learning all kinds of variations from her. She had thought all these things up by herself, at home, doing housework, and though he had practiced many of them with well-versed whores prior to his marriage, he was surprised to discover his angelic wife enjoyed these practices, proving, after all, even though she did think them up, there was really nothing new on earth where sex was concerned.
Abe Warner had enjoyed every moment he had lived with his wife. When he had become wealthy, he had enjoyed showering her with all kinds of gifts, and oddly enough, it was to please her that he had bought this coed camp. He was certain she would outlive him, but some years earlier, cancer had claimed her, and there wasn't a thing he was able to do about her. Before she had died, she made him promise he would go on enjoying life without her, because if he did, then she, through him, would still exist in every woman to whom he made love.
She existed now, in Tracy. Looking at the little blonde child, Abe knew her youth was definitely to her advantage. She had the kind of body that would hold up for many, many years. The man who ended up marrying her one day would be extremely fortunate. Though she had not had any sexual experience prior to last night, he knew by the way she was undulating on the bed that she was one of those rare females to whom sex came naturally. She was a sexy rank amateur who would learn all he Had to teach and outperform the professionals. If he had a chance to teach her everything, every movement, every undulation, every position, when the time did come for her to marry, she would probably destroy her husband in less than a month. By the time he was through with her she would be capable of taking on the entire U.S. Army, Navy, and Marines, while making each man feel he was the only one she truly loved.
His eyes rested on the softness of her small, ivory white thighs. He looked straight up their length into the valley between them, gazing at the pinkly narrow vaginal slash, all wetly shining with a heavy flush of juices she was beginning to strongly secrete. That a girl this young was able to unlease so much lubrication attested to her sexiness.
Tracy smiled at Abe Warner and asked, "Am I doing it right?"
"Does it feel good?" Abe asked her.
"Uh-huh!" she nodded.
"Well then, you're doing it right," he assured her.
"Gee, I can do this all night if that's what you want me to do," she told him. "But if all we're gonna do is let me lay here and tickle myself, you oughtta give me some other kinda thrill. I'd love to see that white stuff shoot out of your penis. Maybe you can make that happen."
Her single experience the previous night, and the two times she had witnessed Mitch fucking Kelly had made Tracy very sexually aware. She seemed to naturally understand the wants and needs of men, and from the lascivious look in Uncle Abe's burning eyes she seemed very much aware he wanted to take the next step ... if only he dared. It was almost as if he was afraid of her, afraid that he might eventually unleash a monster on the world of men that would be uncontrollable. She was wriggling and squirming all the more on the mattress now, bouncing her rounded little buttocks up and down, moving them as if she intended corkscrewing them right through the mattress. It was plain to the man the little girl was enjoying this exhibiting of herself, and his throbbing cock was now swelling even more as his scrotum tightened that much more around his swelling testicles.
"You're going to make one fantastic cockteaser, Tracy," he said to her, smiling at the obscene way her small hips continued gyrating against the bed.
"What's a cockteaser?" she asked innocently.
"That's a girl who taunts men and makes them develop hard penises, and then walks away from them," Abe replied.
He sat on the edge of the bed, and his hands reached out to delicately run very lightly over her small nipples and nonexistent breasts. He paused now and again to pinch each little raisin-like coral nipple.
"Ooooooh!" she gasped, enjoying the touch of his fingers. "Gee, Uncle Abe, I'm not trying to be any kind of a cockteaser, honest. I very much want to make you happy." The hand she wasn't using to diddle herself reached out and suddenly gripped his phallic lance very, very tightly. "Gee! It's even bigger than it looks. Wow! It feels so hot, too."
"You'll find, later on in life, if you decide to enjoy other boys and men before getting married, that all penises are hot. As for size, I'm big, yes, and though there are probably some men who are bigger, I haven't known any, at least I haven't seen any in shower rooms or saunas. But I also must confess I'm big because I'm with you, Tracy. You're the one responsible for making it so big."
His own fingertips reached out and rode smoothly over the little girl's flat, white belly, sliding lower and lower, touching her bare pelvis, then rubbing against the lips beneath the little hand she had working in her vaginal slit. Little by little, his hand moved under her working fingers and gently took their place, massaging her tiny clitoris with his own fingers, making her groan, moan and sigh, feeling her tiny little hand squeezing his solidly throbbing cock a little harder.
There was a burning heat coming from the tight, wet, never-before-entered hole between the little girl's thighs, and he used a forefinger to dip into her flaming well. Her inner lips were parted just a little, opening her up wide, and still feeling how unbelievably tight she was inside. He moved the tip of his finger around and around inside the tight oval mouth of her pulsating vaginal entrance, and she gasped a little, not used to having something this thick penetrating her.
"That hot little cunt of yours is really ready," the old man whispered. "Now I want you to open those lovely thighs of yours nice and wide and we'll see how much of my finger I can fit into you without hurting you."
But before Abe Warner was able to do anything, the pretty blonde girl suddenly clamped her slender thighs tightly shut, squeezing her heated little cuntlips around the very tip of his invading forefinger as she began wildly humping her little body up and down on the bed. Once again she grabbed the pillow as she gasped at him, "Don't ... uhhhh ... stop moving. ... uuuunnnhhh ... your finger, Uncle Abe. I ... ohhhhh ... can feel ... hhhaaaannnhhh ... it coming again ... oooohhhh...." and then she jammed the pillow into her mouth and gagged out, "UUURRRRGGGHHHHAAANNG!
She started bucking and bouncing her hips even more crazily, her tightly compressed young cuntlips rubbing harder and harder against the very tip of his forefinger moving in and out of her. Her grasping little hand tightly squeezed his throbbing cock, jerking it up and down, and now the old man fou nd he was the one who was gasping.
"You keep that up," he told her, "and I'll shoot all over you the way I did last night."
The pretty little blonde angel was still moving up and down, her body totally out of control unaware at the time her hand was still clutching the head counselor's throbbing penis. She screamed into the pillow as yet another orgasm overtook her. Lord! She no longer had any control over herself at all. Once the orgasms started coming, they didn't seem to want to stop.
Abe was completely astounded at the tiny girl's capacity to climax. No female he had ever known, his own wife included, had ever been able to have a series of climaxes like this sweet, young girl. The manner in which her inner vaginal lips were tightly contracting around his finger let him know there was no way he'd be able to fit his pulsating phallic length into her narrow channel this particular evening. It went without saying his hard, throbbing penis was too thick to fit in her rectal cavity. Besides, ass-fucking was something he wanted to save until the end. He had to have the girl totally aroused in every respect before he went ahead and invaded her rear tunnel. For the moment anal intercourse was out of the question.
But there was her mouth. He had already been intent on poking his cock into her mouth, and he was glad she had brought up the subject, initially.
Tracy, through the haze of her orgasmic peaks, began to realize what was happening. Her climaxes were so powerful, and coming so quickly, one after the other, she didn't know if she would be able to stop. Her squeezing hand reminded her his cock was still hard, and she definitely wanted to do something about that. He had been so good to her, she didn't want to leave his penis in that solidly erect state.
Little by little the blonde girl's climaxes began to subside. Her slender little thighs slowly opened, releasing the old man's hand. Her own hand loosened its hold on the length of Abe Warner's throbbing cock, and her fingers, for the first time delicately cupped his weighty scrotum sac.
The little girl sat up and stared at Abe Warner. She said, "You know, I'd still like to try what I said I wanted to try. I mean, is it all right with you?"
"Yes," he nodded, and then sounding like an instructor, "But you must remember to be careful. Watch your teeth. If you can keep them from biting into me, and if you can somehow push the thick tip of my penis a little into your throat without gagging too much, not only will I enjoy it, but you'll start another series of climaxes."
"Climaxes?" she asked.
"Those good feelings you just had a few moments ago."
"You mean I can feel something good like that if I take the head of your penis into my throat?"
"Not all women can, but some women are supersensitive, and even though you're still a little girl, I have a feeling you're one of those women. But you have to decide for yourself whether or not you want to try to do it."
He lay back on the bed, and the little blonde kewpie doll somehow knew she would never forgive herself if she didn't make this an enjoyable experience for the man. Disappointing him would be like disappointing herself.
She stared at the thick, upstanding length of penis, seeing the leaking fluid seeping from the tip. She reached out with her finger and tried rubbing the oily essence back into his flesh, but the more she rubbed, the more fluid kept oozing out.
Thinking back, she remembered Aunt Kelly had talked about enjoying sucking Uncle Mitch's penis. Even though she was grown-up, had a very small mouth for a full-grown woman. Anything Aunt Kelly was able to do, she, Tracy, would be able to do at least as good, if not better. Even though Uncle Abe had a very thick penis, and so did Uncle Mitch. If Aunt Kelly was able to suck on his penis with pleasure, or at least she claimed she would, then she, Tracy, would be able to do the same thing with Uncle Abe. Of this much she was certain.
"Look," she told him, "I'm not sure of how to go about doing this, but I want to do it right." She was on her knees now, staring straight into the old man's eyes. "If I don't do it right, I don't want you to get angry with me. I'm really gonna do my best, Uncle Abe. Honest!"
"I'm sure you will," he nodded, his own body trembling with anticipation. "Don't worry, honey. Remember, I told you, whatever we do, we do because it's fun. Well this is going to be fun for the two of us, too. You'll see. You'll like it so much you'll be able to do it better than any other girl or woman around."
The more she knew Uncle Abe, the more Tracy liked him. Outwardly, he was a stern man, but inwardly, he was warm and kind and really good.
She reached out with two hands and tightly clutched the thick, long, upstanding rod, and then she began massaging the heavy pole. She leaned closer and closer to it until her face was only a few inches from the tip of his towering penile massiveness. Her warm breath seemed to blow all over the solidly rigid phallus, drying the thick, oily fluid seeping from it. The mere touch of her delicate breath was enough to set his swollen penis shuddering all over again.
Abe Warner stared, totally fascinated, his body supported from behind by his elbows, his entire physical being trembling because of his overpowering, wanton desire for her. There was no doubt she was as anxious as he, but it didn't make him relax at all. There were times when he did get pangs of conscience about teaching things like this to such a young girl. He wondered if he was the monster people would think him to be were they ever to find out about this.
Finally, the anxious moment for which both of them had been waiting, arrived. Her tongue leaped out of its own free will and accord, catching a drop emerging from the tiny slit in his phallic glans. The mushroom-shaped head of his heavy penis trembled and it swelled even more as he felt the thrillingly light tingle of her tongue against him.
Tracy was instantly aware of the texture of the head of his cock, feeling it with the tip of her tongue, finding it considerably smoother than it looked. When touching it with the tips of her fingers it always seemed rougher than the rest of his throbbing penis. Tracy hadn't known what to expect, but so far, she had to admit to herself, she was not the least little bit afraid. There was no way he was going to hurt her, and knowing this made her more and more bold.
Her tongue began slowly circling the fullness of his pulsatingly swollen penile head, causing a spate of maddening chills to blister their way through the older man's entire body. The sensations began deep down inside, then rumbled to the top, shooting out through the pores of his skin.
The man's heavy hands reached down and his fingers coiled themselves in the long strands of her golden blonde hair, slowly bringing her pink, girlish lips closer and closer to his throbbing penis. Then he twitched as he felt the warm oval of her sucking lips as they slowly closed around his throbbing penile point. The soft inner tissues in her mouth closed slowly around his heated penis, sending a series of wildly aching sensations charging through his body. Oh, Jesus! Abe Warner suddenly realized it had been a full year since he had felt a pretty little girl doing all these things to him, and the slowness with which she was doing it made it all that much more unbearable. Oh, Jesus! It was becoming too much for the man to bear.
With a long gasp that echoed again and again in the tiny room, the man pressed down on the little girl's head, driving the thickness of his heated phallus forward into the flaming depths of her sucking, quivering little mouth. He rammed forward relentlessly until he sensed his pulsating rubbery tip pushing against the opening to her throat. He held it there a long, long moment, and was more than gratified to feel the pretty little girl's pursed lips closing all the more tightly around his organ as her burning, buttery mouth began sucking, her small jaws strongly pulling, her flicking tongue rubbing up and down against the sensitive underside, feeling the urethral tube.
Tracy would never really know what it was that made her tightly clamp her lips so firmly around the weighty, pulsating penis, but she did know she had a goodly amount of it solidly inside her mouth, and she had no intention of letting go. Mmmm! It tasted good, really good! It was like nothing in the world she had ever tasted before, and, unable to control herself, she felt her sweet little mouth sucking more and more of it inside, pressing the leaking point of it against the back of her throat as she did her best to push it through the ring of her gullet, into her tiny pharynx. She sucked strongly, licking wildly with her tongue, and she even risked chewing a little bit, feeling the way he quivered in response to what she was doing. Had it been her choice, she would have remained in just that position, with his thick staff of flesh jammed into her tiny mouth with two full inches still protruding below her lips, even with the head pushing chokingly into her esophagus.
But the choice was not Tracy's; it was Abe Warner's. He was the one who had to be pleased at this point, so when he bounced his own buttocks up and down on the bed, using his tight fingers to grip her pretty yellow hair firmly and move her sweet mouth up and down, starting a long stroking movement with her oral, cavern, she obeyed, understanding precisely what it was the man wanted. His swollen penis seemed to enlarge and thicken even more as he brought it a greater sensitivity, running the length of it back and forth between her pretty, girlish lips.
Staring at the way his solid chunk of thick, meaty penile muscle moved in and out of the circle of the lovely girl's lips, he felt lascivious thrills in his body intensified as lust shot through him. Lord! He felt hotter and hotter. His throbbing penis was now glistening with her streaming saliva as the organ ran in and out of her tightly sucking mouth, looking like nothing less than a drenched log of yielding wood.
At the same time her fingers were gently massaging his weighty testicles, moving them around in his sac without causing him any kind of pain.
Then one hand moved to fill that two-inch gap at the base of his swollen penis, ringing it with her thumb and forefinger, pumping up and down in time to the way her pretty little head was bobbing. Abe felt the thrilling softness of the sweet little virgin's inexpert tongue as it swirled maddeningly around the tip each time her pretty little head rose, the point of her fiery little tongue almost cutting into the tender slit in the head of his throbbing phallus. She sucked and drank more and more of the viscous fluid his organ was emitting. His eyes were firmly rivited to her little golden head, watching, too, the way her lips were constantly sucking and pulling. He took his hand from her hair and was overjoyed to find her head continuing to bob without any assistance from him. Her mouth made loud, obscene, slurping noises as it labored obscenely around his pulsating, throbbing penis. The licentious sight drove him crazier with each passing moment.
The beautiful young girl felt her sucking mouth firmly clogged with the hugeness of Abe Warner's swollen penis. Her tongue sensed the way it continued throbbing and now she tightened the ringed grip of her ribboned lips, sucking, sucking, sucking! The sharp edges of her tiny teeth were beginning to press into the thickness of his meaty shank, leaving a trail of white, bloodless scrapes under the bright-red skin. The little girl shifted her position a little, trying her best to make herself a little more comfortable, and it enabled her to take in another quarter of an inch of pulsating penis. Her hand, which had been toying with his testicles, now roamed between his thighs and remembering how Uncle Mitch had plunged a finger into Aunt Kelly's asshole, probed very teasingly at the old man's anal opening. She squeezed his heavy buttocks, as well, and this brought another series of loud moans from the man. Her tongue continued its teasing, roaming around the thick head of his throbbing penis, feeling the glans swell even more as she rammed her pretty little face a little closer to his pelvis.
The point of his penis was digging into her gullet, making her choke each time her head went down. She almost gagged each time until she learned how to relax her throat a little, and then, even though the choking sensation didn't completely disappear, she was able to take the thickness a bit more easily.
She was careful not to make any sounds that would interrupt the pleasure Uncle Abe was feeling. She knew her throat had a narrow entrance to it, and yet, there was such a little bit of penis left out of her mouth, she wondered if she would be able to fit the rest of it inside. If she was able to take the entire head and another inch of the staff into her gullet, she would have it made. Then her lips would just about be able to touch the hairy base of his penis. Just why it was so important for her to swallow the whole thing the little girl didn't really know, except she remembered Aunt Kelly saying she was going to swallow all of Uncle Mitch's penis, and if Aunt Kelly was able to do it, then there was no reason on earth why she shouldn't be able to do it, as well. She wanted the full length in her mouth when Uncle Abe finally spurted out all that white goo. She wanted to swallow every last drop of it down her throat.
Abe Warner felt the storm building in the depths of his rumbling testicles and he knew it wouldn't be long, now. This sweet girl was definitely a treasure. Even though this was her first time, the little girl was so anxious to please, she was performing better than most of the adult women he had known in his lifetime. His thrusting, swollen penile point felt as if it was all set to burst inside her mouth. It was so enlarged he was certain the pretty young girl's narrow gullet, clogged as it was, would start choking at any moment. Yet he didn't stop for a moment, continuing to stroke his solid penis deeper and deeper, and her tongue continued licking with maddening spirals, her lips making loud, obscene sucking noises that served to tantalize him even more. The pretty little blonde thing was now totally unaware of anything other than the long, pulsating length of rigid muscle pumping assiduously between her sucking lips.
Fantastic swirls of thrilling delight were continuing to build higher and higher in the old man's aching balls, and he saw the way her face shone with a heavy coating of perspiration. The more her lovely little face plunged up and down on his throbbing length of penis, the heavier the sheen of sweat became. Soon he was feeling heavy droplets falling on his groin and thighs as they ran in rivulets down the side of her lovely face. Her head continued moving up and down more rapidly now than any hand would have been able to pump, and he saw her solid little nipples vibrating against her chest, trying hard to reach down and touch his hairy thighs.
Abe Warner felt the strong muscles in his stomach beginning to tighten, and he arched his back upward, slamming his thighs even higher toward the blonde girl's beautiful young face. God! The thrills continued madly charging through him because so lovely a young countenance was continuing to surround the meatiness of his pulsating phallus. His loins were excitedly jerking, the flesh moving closer and closer to her pretty face which was partly obscured by her trails of blonde hair. He was still able to see her little cheeks alternately bloating and hollowing. He fucked his throbbing cock upward even faster and harder now, slamming his thick penis between those slender, sucking lips, watching the way they pulled all the way out, displaying their inner pink softness each time he tugged his stolid phallus back.
The lovely girl was able to take the littlest bit more of his pulsating organ into her throat on each downward thrust, now, the ring of her gullet opening a little wider to keep her from gagging as she relaxed all the more. Little by little her pretty little head was going lower and lower, and her tightly narrow lips were reaching closer and closer to their hairy goal. As it was his grey pelvic curls were tickling her nostrils and lightly brushing her upper lip. Now she had to feel the flesh of his pubis through the grey matting of hair and she would be satisfied.
She wished she would be able to see if Aunt Kelly was able to do this with Uncle Mitch as well as she was doing it with Uncle Abe. She was egotistic enough to believe her Aunt Kelly was no match for herself. She thrilled all the more as she became more and more mentally involved in what she was doing, inhaling the man's strong, masculine scent, a pleasing-enough aroma, and tasting the smooth, meaty flavor of his cock over and over. He vibrated in her mouth, and as a result the girl became aroused all over again. Her thighs clamped together, causing her outer vaginal lips to tightly compress around her clitoral bud. Her arousal was so strong, her clitoris had grown to twice its previous size, and in later years she would always have a clitoris slightly larger than that of most women, and as a result feel things more sensitively.
She proceeded to rub her little thighs back and forth as she kept on bobbing her head, and her thigh flesh massaged her clitoris between her compressing vaginal lips, constantly stimulating the tiny organ. Wild chills were chasing themselves through her quivering body as she continued sucking even more strongly now.
The heavy penis in her mouth was rubbing into her gullet, touching something in her throat, giving her pleasure she would never have believed possible. But then. Uncle Abe had told her she was one of those special women capable of probably reaching what he called a climax by pushing the penis into her gullet. The erotic area of her throat was being rubbed again and again by the pressure of the moving cock, and though she still felt a slight choking sensation at times, it made her feel that much more aroused. Hard as it was to believe, what Uncle Abe had told her was true. It was indeed possible for her to start climaxing by continuing to rub the penis in the depths of her throat. Wow! Who would have thought of it!?
Abe Warner was groaning repeatedly, his hungry mouth opening and closing as he continually gasped out incoherent mumblings. His teeth slammed together again and again, still finding it difficult to believe such a young, inexperienced girl was able to build such a totality of wild sensation inside him. Only one time before had he ever felt such a sensation, and that was when he had received his first blowjob from his wife.
Once more his heavy hands flew to her tiny blonde head. She had the entire length of the thick cock jammed deeply into her throat now. She was constantly swallowing the full length of the penis again and again, massaging it with her lips and driving the old man wild. He was thrusting his cock into her mouth so quickly, the movement of his buttocks was a blur. Had anyone slipped walnuts beneath his buttocks at that moment he would have cracked them the way his ass was bouncing wildly against the mattress.
The moment was no longer approaching. It was there! He was going to climax. He was going to fire his load onto her belly via her throat without giving her tongue or lips an opportunity to taste it.
Now it was his turn to cram the pillow into his mouth as he gasped out, "AAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNNNGGGHHHH ... YYYY AAARRRRGGGGGHHHH ... GGGGGHHHHANNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!"
The pillow prevented the sounds from being heard beyond the little room as the guttural sounds came from deep within his chest, traveling up through his testicles, through his urethra, finally jetting in achingly release-filled streams down her hungry gullet. Tracy's passion-flushed cheeks hollowed, sucking in all the more tightly, pressing solidly around the. thickness of his cockstem, greedily gulping the tasty seed down her anxious throat, letting it form pools in her quivering belly. It wasn't until he began shrinking and his penis was no longer able to reach into her throat that the pretty little blonde girl was actually able to get her first taste of semen ... and she loved it! Against her tongue and palate, it was like warm ice cream, and she swallowed and drank, pulling with her pursed lips, hoping to drain more and more of his dripping seed from inside what was now a phallic worm.
The harder she sucked the more semen she pulled out, and as she swallowed she realized she, too, had enjoyed another climax. This sucking of a male penis was really a terrific thing. It was something she would have to do with Uncle Abe more often.
Finally the penis was empty. No matter how hard she sucked, there was simply nothing more she was able to suck out of him.
When her own inner earthquake finally subsided, the pretty blonde girl finally let her lips release his penis. Oh, wow! She felt even more limp and weak than she had felt the night before. She was glad this was over with almost an hour earlier tonight than it had been last night. At least she would be able to sleep an hour longer.
With Uncle Abe's help, she quickly put on her pajamas, robe, and slippers, and then he dressed. By the time he carried her back to the bunk, she was fast asleep.
Abe Warner smiled as he left her in her bed. She was some girl!
CHAPTER SIX
For the rest of the week, Abe Warner was busy with camp business, and as a result had no evening time for Tracy. The young adolescent, who was exuberant because of all she had learned so far, didn't have too much time to brood about it, because most of the camp's evening activities helped to tire her out. Much as she enjoyed being with Uncle Abe, a session with him proved very tiring, and she realized, young as she was, she still needed rest, especially after a hard day of play. She was even so tired, she didn't sneak out to watch Aunt Kelly and Uncle Mitch.
It was Friday evening before the young girl had enough energy saved during the day to remain awake that night. Uncle Abe had left the camp and wouldn't be back until the following day. That meant she would have to follow Kelly and Mitch again.
She waited until everyone was asleep, and then when Kelly left, she once again slipped on her robe and slippers and followed as Mitch and Kelly, walking hand-in-hand, headed for the private area where parents were allowed to stay when coming up to see their children. Tracy's own parents weren't due until the following week. For a sinking moment the little girl was afraid she wouldn't be able to watch what was going on, but then saw them go into the first room on the left of the large wooden shack-like building. It was the only room available.
Circling the building, Tracy saw a light go on in the room and then she saw a small stream of light coming from one of the walls. Walking up to it, she saw a small knothole, and putting her eye to it, found she was able to see everything clearly, inside.
by the time she had discovered the knothole, Mitch had already removed Kelly's outer garments. She stood looking a little disheveled, her image reflected in a dresser mirror.
Kelly was giggling and looked a little drunk. The female counselor had indeed had a couple of small nips from a flask Mitch had brought and her head was already swimming. She would have stumbled had not Mitch's hands held her. She stared at herself in fascination as the man's hands slid over her flesh. She warmed to his touch. His fingers slid her bra straps from her arms, then unhooked the undergarment, removing it, letting her full, rounded breasts spill out like white fruit with brown tips. The man's fingers slid her panties down her hips and thighs and the crisp pubic curls looked like a brown stain against skin that was lighter than anywhere else on her body save for her breasts. When her legs were free of the panties she stood nakedly in front of him, shivering a little in the cool room, her eyes wide, glazed with desire and sexual hunger.
Mitch stood behind her, kissing her shoulders, and then his hands came up and filled themselves with the ripeness of her swollen breasts. Her flesh felt hot, voluptuous, and silkenly erotic. Then he stepped back and hurriedly removed his own clothes with shaking fingers. The sight of Kelly, naked before a mirror, was too much for him. His eyes were glued to the vision that was the female counselor as he tossed all his clothes to the side.
Tracy stared, licking her lips and feeling heat invade her own little body as Mitch crushed Kelly's form to his nakedness, capturing her mouth, lancing it with a long, hard tongue as a great, enormous beating sword pressed itself into her shuddering belly, and the woman's naked breasts ground against a harsh, hair-covered chest that heaved with muscular strength.
A moan tore from deep inside Mitch's heaving chest as he felt the woman's naked loveliness pressed against him, and his fingers all but bit deeply into her softly fragile tan feminine flesh. Tracy stared through the knothole, enjoying what she was seeing. She had to crouch where she was standing, and there was a hedge between her and the wooden building. As long as she kept her eye pressed to the knothole hiding the light, the chances were extremely remote of someone coming along and seeing her in the darkness.
Mitch felt his throbbing cock screaming in agony, his balls like swollen boils, tender and enlarged. He squeezed Kelly's body one more time, then pushed her back on the bed. She sprawled there like a limp doll, waiting for him to come to her.
The man stared at the way she allowed one long, tan silken thigh to trail to the floor while the other was thrown out on the bed and a brown triangle of hair was at the apex, surrounding and outlining her cordal pussy like a dark halo. Something shifted in Mitch's head and he groaned at the sight. Her sodden cunt was warmly open and seeping a colorless liquid that gleamed on her naked flesh, causing her labia to glisten and look even more swollen and pouting. He hurled himself on that open-gated temple of delight, his strong hands catching her smooth hips as his mouth clamped on the spot.
"Ohhhh ... hhhhhhaaauuu nnnnnggghhhh ... oooonnnnhhh...." the lovely counselor gasped, feeling Mitch's heatedly searing breath and his burning, kissing lips pressing against her private parts. He was kissing her there again as he did every time before fucking her. Ah, yes! It was wonderful to feel his tongue, like a knife, stabbing and slicing through her soft pink flesh straight up into the heatedly quivering tunnel in her body.
Tracy stared and felt herself getting wetter by the moment. It had been a few days since she had been with Uncle Abe, and the sight of all this triggered automatic responses in her body as glands which were first beginning to develop once again secreted feminine oils, and nerves never titillated before Uncle Abe were now clamoring for attention.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhaaaauuuuunnngggghhhhh ... waaauuuuggghhh ... gggggghhhaaaannngggghhh!" Kelly gasped as she felt what seemed like a lizard's tongue plunging farther and farther into her wet depths, sending flamingly desiring, jagged bolts charging through her defenseless body to the very core of her being. Lord! How she loved it when he French-kissed her down there. She shook and trembled with thrilled sensation as the hungering man sucked and slurped, bringing new delights to her vibrantly alive, womanly flesh. Outpouring tears of happiness ran down Kelly's cheeks and she violently shook as if lightning was flashing through her again and again.
Mitch tasted the all-too-real delight of this woman he had chosen to be his bedmate here at camp, and he leaned into her, pushing her thighs even more widely apart as his sucking mouth locked fervidly against her feminine juncture. The continuously pulsating folds on folds of her seething vaginal tunnel once again lay before his voraciously staring eyes and wide-open, gaping mouth. Christ! No matter how many times he sucked her cunt he was never able to get enough of her.
The coral target of her simmering clam-like opening, slick with her bubbling juices, lay openly before him, and Mitch stabbed his throbbingly stiffened tongue like a dart against the little bull-seye of her tender clitoris. It stood rigidly out like a mini-penis. His strong, masculine hands braced her lovely thighs wide open in a ballet split allowing him to see the entire beautifully pulsating, coral-fleshed pussy completely open, the slit totally exposed, as was the perineum, in addition to the crevice between her buttocks, revealing the tiny, crinkled brown anus, looking much like a dried little flower.
"Yyyyyyaaaaagggghhhh ... aaaaaiiiigggghhhhaaagggghhhhh ... ohhhhhh. ... yesssssssggggghhhhaaaaaannnngggghhhh ... ooooohhhh ... wwwwwaaaaauuuuugggghhhh!" the delighted Kelly gasped as the wonderful tongue of this wonderful man seared her inner flesh with fresh, simmering flames, and the sky opened wide to her gasps as jolts of lascivious delight fired through her in agonizing bliss. She was totally caught up in what was happening to her, realizing this man made her need sex more than ever. It was the most singularly wonderful feeling she had ever enjoyed.
Mitch licked and tormented the woman's tiny clitoris unmercifully. He swirled his tongue around the little capsule in fevered circles, tasting the heatedly delicious nectar of her slavering lubricity on his tongue and savoring the lovely rutting smell and pungent flavor. His lips clamped firmly around the tiny organ and he sucked hungrily, voraciously, feeling the extended rod of his thick penis continually stabbing into the covers of the bed where it oozed seminal oil.
"More ... more ... more ... aaaaannnnhhh ... yesssss ... more ... don't stop ... don't stop ... don't stop...." Kelly gasped, her aching sighs filling the room, and reaching out of the room to Tracy's young ears. Jolt after thrilling jolt of salaciously blissful rapture continually ricocheted through the trembling woman's gasping, whimpering, moaning, churning, squirming, shuddering body as she felt as if the man was not only sucking her cunt but reaching inside her and sucking on her heart and soul. She thought she would faint from the sheer delighted bliss of it. Her spinning head was completely drained of thought save for thinking about the wet tongue continually spiking into her thrilled and enchanted body. Instinctively her swiveling hips arched higher and her womanly loins quivered, straining against the man's pleasure-giving, enchanting mouth.
Mitch was at a loss to explain it, but he never seemed to tire of this woman. The more he was with her, the more he wanted to be with her, physically, anyway. Not that they were otherwise incompatible, but at the moment he only thought of things from a physical standpoint, and it was good to know this woman's cunt was going to be his for at least six more weeks. He loved the way she continued acting frostily toward all the other men, and he was positive no one else on campus knew she was the one with whom he was really balling it up.
He chewed on her clitoris a little, his teeth nibbling the ultra-sensitive flesh, and he held the tiny nodule tightly captured between his nibbling teeth. He chewed at it tenderly, and from the way she was reacting, he thought Kelly would start foaming at the mouth at any moment. .
The entire world around Kelly was hazy at first, and then everything seemed to melt before her glazed eyes until she was almost totally sightless. The fiery furnace between her thighs was enlarging, swelling, growing larger and larger until she thought she would be completely consumed by her own body heat. Beyond any kind of control, she raised her legs and wrapped them around his crew-cut head, the head of a worldly, knowing man who was continually feeding at her womanly furrow. Kelly wondered deep down if her constant enjoyment of this made her perverted and wanton. Lord! She wanted to feel his gluttonous mouth sinking even deeper into her quivering pussy ... hell! She wanted to shove his entire face inside her!
Tracy was fingering her own vagina, now. She was in unbearable heat, and it took all her willpower not to rush inside and beg Uncle Mitch to do that to her, too.
Mitch thrilled to the. long, beautifully tan thighs tightly closing around his head and his strong hands moved beneath the rounded orbs of the woman's fleshy buttocks as he lifted her meaty, pink, slippery flesh to his hungering mouth, his pursed lips sucking firmly on the juicy opening. The soft brown curls of Kelly's pelvis tickled his cheeks enticingly. Son of a bitch! He had to admit he had never known eating pussy like this before in his life, and he had muffdived on quite a few women in his lifetime.
Quickly Mitch caught his breath and, hoisting her buttocks a little higher, trailed his tongue down across her soft perineal flesh into the narrow crevice between her buttocks, licking at the puckered brown asshole. He slurpingly lapped at the tiny orifice, circling it with fresh saliva, and then he stiffened his tongue and stabbed it straight into the teeming little orifice. The tiny nether opening resisted for a moment, so he shoved harder until he had his tongue poking through the sphincter, reaching inside, and now he began tongue-fucking her ass.
"Eeeeyyyyaaagggghhh ... hhhaaaannggghhhh ... uuunnnnggghh ... hhhhaaaarrrggggghhh ... aaaarrrggggghhh...." Her gasps were longer and deeper. To Kelly, the panting sounds seemed not to come from her open mouth, and yet she knew they had to, because Mitch's mouth was-too busily engaged to be making such sounds. She felt her breasts bouncing on her chest, heaving as she continued gasping and shuddering. The incredible sensation of a tongue in her rectum was driving her totally out of her mind.
Mitch sucked and licked and strongly lapped, his tongue working away maddeningly at her asshole, and she bounced so wildly on the bed, to Tracy it looked like she might bounce off at any second. She was responding as crazily as Tracy had, and the little girl realized if she was as special as Uncle Abe claimed, then Aunt Kelly was another special woman.
Licking his lips, he returned his face to Kelly's flowing vulva. Mitch sliced the entire slit with his working tongue, cleaving her feminine groove again and again, continually tasting the delectable flesh, savoring it, enjoying it.
Pushing the lower half of her higher while her back still remained flat on the bed, her long legs still wrapped tightly around his head, Mitch sank his tongue into the pulsing depths of her sodden vagina and it went in with a delightfully wet sucking sound. His finger found her recently tongued asshole and he wormed the digit in as he swirled his tongue inside the upturned pussy. Jesus! She really knew how to respond. Kelly was more than a good lay. She was perfect for Mitch's ego. Who would think a bitch as snotty as this would be such a firebrand in bed?
Without warning, Mitch pulled her thighs from around his neck, laying her flat on the bed, and then, with his face still pushed into her cunt, he turned himself around while above her, and then he suddenly spun on the bed so that he was the one lying down and she was on the top. She lay on his body with her asscheeks wide open, and her sodden cunt pressing against his face.
Briefly tugging his face away, Mitch breathed heavily, sucking in some air.
"Take my cock, baby!" he ordered. "Put that sweet mouth of yours around it and suck on it while I continue lapping this sweet cunt of yours. Okay?"
Kelly lifted her head dumbly, trying to coordinate her thoughts. Mitch's huge, upstanding penile shank, bloated with blood and road-mapped with veins, greeted her staring eyes. It was a massively pulsating spike that shone a weeping eye at her, directly below her lovely face. She saw the mammoth monster springing out of his brown-haired loins, jutting straight up like a huge, stone colossus. It pulsated and jerked faintly under her blank stare. The wrinkled sac of hot testicles lay beneath it, all swollen with his seed. Ummmm! Yesss! Tasting his cock right now was precisely what she needed.
Eagerly, anxiously, hungrily opening her mouth, she wrapped her slender tan fingers around the massive reddish head and throbbing shaft. Lowering her head, the loving girl took the huge pole in the warmly sucking shelter of her mouth and tasted the delightful tang of his manly moisture as it seeped like thin syrup from the tiny slit. Her tongue licked around the head, not wanting to waste a single drop of the seepage.
Tracy stared, realizing there was still an awful lot for her to learn when it came to something like this. She had done a lot of sucking, but very little lapping with her tongue.
"Uuuunnnnhhhh ... hhhhaaaannnhh! Yes! Yes! Yes! that's it! You really know how to use that tongue, baby!"
Kelly sucked on the throbbing head, grateful to have it to hold onto, gripping it tightly with her slender hands. She was aware of Mitch's gasping moans becoming muffled in the aching void of her burning cunt as his tongue once again plunged into her wide-open depths.
Tracy was all agog. To think it was possible to have someone suck her pussy while she sucked a cock at the same time! Wow! But then she realized she was still a short girl, and it would be difficult at best for her to assume such a position with Uncle Abe.
Still, watching the way Mitch lapped Aunt Kelly's pussy while she continued sucking his cock was really one hellofa sight. It was fabulous! She sure wished there was some way for her to get in on something like this, but for her to indulge in this kind of thing meant she needed someone closer to her own size, and somehow, the idea of doing something with a boy didn't really arouse her.
Mitch delved his tongue deeper and deeper, scouring every inch of her sucking vaginal mouth, savoring the heavenly mead flowing from somewhere deep within her body, feeling the muscular walls trying to clench his tongue and rip it out by the roots. He went to work with a vengeance now, feeling the unbelievable, delightful bliss of Kelly's working tongue licking his throbbing penis as her lips sucked like a vacuum cleaner. She was putting real effort into what she was doing, doing it with a will. Christ! He'd had a feeling about this one, a real feeling, and he had been right! She was the hottest bitch he'd ever known! She was hotter than fire! Even though his face was buried in the depths of her tightly sucking pussy so he was able to see nothing, he was able to imagine that beautifully tan, snooty face with its lips surrounding his cock, widely contorted around his rigid male stalk. Feeling it, he was able to see it in his mind.
Her face pushed lower over his almost swollenly bursting shaft, and the man felt Kelly's tingling tongue flick out and bore into the tiny little opening in the tip of his glans, burrowing all the more deeply into him. A muffled groan tore from Mitch's chest, and he-bounced his buttocks on the bed, hurling his hips upward, driving the steel-solid rod even further into her wide-open, solidly filled oral cave. At the same time his own mouth sank ever deeper into the sucking recesses of her wetly frantic pussy. Even with her thighs around his ears, Mitch was able to hear the moist, oral sounds of their mutual sucking in the still room. The lascivious sounds resounded in the silence of the room, barely reaching the ears of the tiny sweet, young girl who was watching so avidly.
Kelly moaned with wild abandon as she continued to hungrily suck the large, glistening penis that sawed between her lips as she felt the man tear into her tender pink flesh with his tongue and lips. Her hands stretched out over Mitch's hairy thighs and then slid back to cup his testicles very gently. She softly cradled them, holding onto them as if they were very precious stones. Straining, Kelly did her best to swallow whole the huge, stone-solid organ that jerked with wild rapture in her mouth, against her palate, her tongue, and her throat. The great phallus pumped between her bloated cheeks as it threatened to bury itself up to the pale brown pubic hair in her gagging mouth.
Tracy, watching, smiled to herself. Aunt Kelly was gagging even more than she while taking even less of Uncle Mitch's cock in her mouth than she, Tracy, had taken of Uncle Abe's. Gee! When she got a little older and her mouth became slightly larger and her throat a little deeper, she was certain she'd be able to do things a lot better than Aunt Kelly, who, she reluctantly had to admit, was still very good.
Caressing Mitch's testicles, Kelly withdrew her head for a moment, leaning down to lick at the huge, hairy, bloated sac. She lapped at it and washed it with her swathing tongue. Then she coated his cock with wide sweeps of her hungry mouth. Her hands caught the wobbling stalk as it slammed from side to side, and she gripped it tightly, shucking it up and down, yanking firmly until she heard Mitch gasping as he pressed his hungering mouth even deeper into the sweet cistern of her pussy. Her pink tissues muffled his sounds. Her heavy saliva dribbled freely down the length of the upstanding stalk as she began to suck it harder and harder, feeling him dig his heels into the bed in order to plunge the seething penis farther into her throat while ramming his tongue ever deeper into her simmering pussy.
Panting very heavily, Mitch tugged his head back just enough to blow into the seeping, seething, widely exposed vaginal well above his face. His hands caught her rounded, white asscheeks, and he tugged, drawing her even farther over him so that the palpitating, pulsating pussy was sunk that much more deeply over his pulling mouth and nose, while her dark-brown cunt hairs tickled his forehead and cheeks. He heard an agonized gasp as her narrow mouth closed even more tightly around his throbbing penis. Frenzied now, she began chewing him excitedly, while her lovely behind sashayed around and around beneath his gripping hands, her sucking pussy screwing down even harder on his face. Wickedly he thrust his tongue even deeper into the fleshy folds of her vaginal well, probing, stabbing and orally fucking her deeper and deeper with his digging tongue as the woman moaned and continued orally caressing his throbbing cock.
Tracy bit her lower lip to keep herself from yelling as she felt her own small orgasm overwhelm her. It wasn't anything like the ones induced in her by Uncle Abe, but it was better than simply standing here and doing nothing, being frustrated.
Kelly clenched the man almost viciously with her softly warm thighs, and he was able to feel the delicious wet flesh continuing to slip moistly around his tongue, clenching him and clasping him as solidly as the inner bands of muscles were able to do. She was almost ready to come! He felt the muscles starting to ridge in her back and she was pulling savagely on his throbbing cock with ever-increasing pulls of her hungrily greedy mouth. Slashing hard, his tongue tore into the deliciously soft, wet flesh anew, barely able to breathe with her soft vaginal membranes pressed so tightly over his mouth.
Lapping back and forth wildly and uncontrollably, running his tongue over her pulsing clitoris again and again, the man felt Kelly going insane, clamping her hands tightly around the solid base of his pulsating cock which she was still unable to quite fit into her mouth, forcing her lips ever further over the stolid length of his throbbing cock until she felt the head brushing against her tonsils. She was choking, gagging, moaning deep in her aching throat. The man's breath was spewing in little grunts inside her, the muffled sounds almost totally cut off. With his tongue, he reamed her clitoris, her little button of desire again and again, while she churned and lurched and swayed, grinding herself frantically and lewdly down on him with a frantic ass-twisting rotation as her muscles tautened and she strained.
Mitch pried her soft thighs even wider apart and spread her asscheeks to the breaking point, his digging tongue scouring her entire pussy insanely. The oral organ was everywhere at once, asshole, clitoris, vulva, outer vaginal lips, even licking her beautifully white asscheeks that contrasted so whitely with the rest of her tanned body. Plunging his tongue in again, he drove directly into the soaking wet folds, feeling the rubber-band-tightness of her muscles clench his extended oral digit viciously.
The night air hit his penis when the female counselor's head lifted itself and she screamed and stiffened 'Till ... YYYYAAGGGGHHHHH ... IIII'MMMM ... UUUUNNGGHHHH ... COMMMMIIINNGGUUNNGGGHH ... OHHH ... HHHHAAAANNHHHH ... AAARRRGGGGHH ... GOODDD ... UUUNNNGGGG!"
Her cries hung in the room, constantly echoing in Tracy's young mind as Mitch felt her strong mouth enclose his penis again and start sucking him harder. Kelly's entire ass gyrated and the soft explosions of her orgasm twisted his tongue where it was deeply sunk into her abyss of desire.
That was when Mitch realized he was no longer able to contain himself. The crazy rush of semen along his narrowly constricted tube of throbbing penis was a tumultuously explosive surprise. All of a sudden the floodgates simply opened and his huge load of seminal fluid was freed. It roared out of him in a blinding outpouring, down through the length of his throbbing prick with the speed and screaming delight of a Concorde jet. The roar in Mitch's ears was deafening, and there was no stopping him, now. He was pouring his tremendously hot, boiling load of semen into her receptive mouth.
"UUUURRRRRMMMMGGG!!" he bubbled out, his mouth pressed tightly against her stillexploding pussy. Kelly understood, for she pulled and sucked, swallowing frantically in an attempt to guzzle all his hot spurts as they came zooming out of the needle-thin opening of the enormous phallus that was choking her. Thrusting deep, she did her best to suck out every last molten drop as it hurtled into the back of her throat. Finally, it was over.
by then, Tracy had returned to the bunk and had gone to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Saturday night was the night one of the bunks always put on a play to impress the parents who happened to be up there for the weekend. This particular week it was the turn of one of the boy's bunks, and Tracy, with all the girls in her bunk, sat through what should have been a comedy, but was more like a farce the way the boys acted.
When the play was over and all the groups were going back to their bunks, Tracy saw Abe Warner. He was looking at her and he nodded, and she knew tonight something special was going to take place. Ooooh, good! Ever since watching Mitch and Kelly the previous evening, she was all on fire. Fingering her vagina had helped a little, but it wasn't the same as a good orgasm by a man's tongue. She wondered what special thing Uncle Abe had planned for tonight. She knew what Mitch had planned for Aunt Kelly. He was going to fuck her, and from the way Aunt Kelly was hurrying the girls into their pajamas, she was only too eager for it to happen. Gee, if there was one thing she really wanted, it was to be fucked. That seemed to be better than anything else.
Doggone it! Uncle Abe had mentioned that she would be able to stretch enough to hold his cock, if she really wanted. So what if it hurt a little. She knew it would have to hurt. No one was stretched without being hurt. But it would be worth it if Uncle Abe was able to give her the feelings Uncle Mitch gave Aunt Kelly.
As she lay in her bed, waiting for the other girls to go to sleep so Aunt Kelly would leave, Tracy thought about it more and more, and she decided she was going to talk to Uncle Abe about it. She was certain she would be able to talk him into fucking her.
Once again she was thinking along the same lines as Abe Warner, who was only waiting for Mitch to take Kelly out of the way so he'd be able to talk Tracy into fucking, that night. It was time for him to start pumping into that tight little cunt of hers. He had fucked some of the female counselors earlier, when they had first applied for the jobs, but they were run-of-the-mill screws. He wanted the tight little pussy of the pretty blonde girl wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock.
It was almost ten-o'clock by the time Mitch and Kelly met behind the girls' bunks, and Abe waited a few minutes to make sure Mitch had taken Kelly far enough away. Then he saw the screen door open on the porch and Tracy stepped out. Once again he walked over, picked her up, and he carried her back to his room.
He turned on the light when they were safely inside and the shades were pulled down. Then he kissed her full on the mouth, and Tracy was thrilled that he was kissing her the way it was done in the movies. Gee! She was so glad he didn't think of her as a little girl. The girl thrilled to the sensation of the older man's arms wrapping themselves around her, and as they sat on the bed, she cuddled against him, feeling all kinds of wonderfully salacious sensations running madly through her quivering body. With her small, slender arms she clung tightly to the older man, feeling the flames of eroticism building once again in her quivering body. Her desire heightened, and she knew this was as good a time as any to ask.
"Uncle Abe," she asked, when he had kissed her again, "If it's all right with you, I think I'd like to be fucked. I know I'm a small girl, and I know something as big as your penis stretching my pussy might hurt a little, but I want it anyway. Please, Uncle Abe. Please fuck me!"
Abe Warner was more than a little pleasantly surprised. He smiled at her and asked, "Are you sure, Tracy? Are you sure you want this? Remember, it has to be your decision, and once you agree to it, you can't back down."
"I'm sure," she nodded. "I'm very sure," she told him, letting her small hand rove over the lump in the front of his pants. "I remember how much Aunt Kelly loved it when Uncle Mitch fucked her. I know you told me to forget it, but I can't. Please, please, fuck me now and make me feel really good."
Her tiny fingers were already undoing the top of the man's pants, pulling down the zipper. She also tugged his shirt out and lifted it over his head, and then smiled when he hurriedly slipped off his shorts and undershorts. His penis was as rampant as ever, and she was barely able to wait for it to penetrate her young body.
"I just want you to be certain you want this," Abe Warner said to her, knowing it was good psychology to make certain the girl insisted she did want it. This way, when he did cause pain while deflowering her, she would never be able to claim he had talked her into it.
"I'm absolutely certain," she insisted, nodding her head.
"You're still the most beautiful female I've ever known, young or old," he told the girl, swelling her head a little, and then he was hurrying her out of her robe, slippers, and pajamas, and pulling her sweet little naked body against his. He kissed her hard, stabbing his tongue all the way into her mouth, this time.
Tracy liked the slick feel of his tongue in her mouth, and she decided to parry with her own tongue, licking his oral digit, fencing with it, twirling her tongue around his again and again. All the while her fingers continued pulling on his stiffly hardened penis. She stroked it, making it shudder and quiver all the more, and gasped a little when he hugged her so tightly against him, her nipples rubbed against his hairy chest. His fingers were moving down over her small, flat belly, reaching for her naked mons. The golden-haired girl opened her thighs, allowing his probing fingers to slide between them into her seething, uncontrolled girlish puddle. She began sighing, gasping, and whimpering, forcing him to lie on his back, then wriggling on top of him, her delightfully delicious youthful body rubbing against his in quivering anticipation. She sighed again and ground her naked pelvis against the upstanding solidity of his probing phallic lance. Darn! She was so small down there. Even with her pulsating vaginal lips widely spread and anxious for the initial lancing of his cock inside, she knew it was going to be difficult, at best. His penis ought to be lubricated a bit more.
"I have an idea," she suddenly told him, quivering with desire as she felt the stolid penis rubbing lengthwise between her girlishly naked labia. "I think if I suck on it a little first and make it really nice and wet, it'll make it fit inside me a little easier. What do you think Uncle Abe?"
"That's an excellent idea," Abe nodded, his burning eyes glittering with shuddering arousal. "Go on and slide it into your pretty little mouth and make it nice and wet, honey."
His large hands squeezed her small, rounded asscheeks as his mind was suddenly agog and churning with an undertow of passionate delight closing in and tugging him down, down, down, all the way into its midst. She turned her body to permit his hands to continue playing with her girlish buttocks, but the entire time her pretty baby blue eyes were riveted on the swollen, onion-shaped head of his large penile glans. The strong, quiveringly thick shaft urged her loving face to come closer and closer, and so the little girl knelt by the side of the older man, facing away from him but keeping her eyes locked on his upstanding erection. She leaned forward and used her small hand to cup the swollen sac containing his testicles, holding the wrinkled flesh bag as if weighing the contents. Her pretty little pink tongue flicked out across her lips, remembering how tasty his penis had been that first time, and looking forward now to tasting it again. A series of colorless fluid droplets continued appearing on the tip of his throbbing organ, and they were spreading all over the large red helmet, making it glisten with a bright sheen.
Her pretty blonde head began moving lower and lower, her golden hair hanging around her lovely face, almost hiding it as her soft cheek brushed against his hard stomach before slowly moving closer and closer to his anxious phallic lance. Tracy was aware of Abe's fingers reaching between her tender little thighs, and long before her lips had pursed themselves on his throbbing cock, his forefinger was-once again inserting its tip into her heatedly flooded feminine swamp, moving around and around in an initial attempt to widen and stretch her.
He gasped as her lovely lips came down and clamped themselves on his throbbing penile head, her tiny tongue licking and lapping the swollen thickness as she gobbled up the blunted knob in the depths of her tiny mouth, closing the soft folds of her inner cheeks against the organ. Her pretty little lips were already trying to purse themselves and suck the seething juices out of his penis, and this sent charges of completely shocking sensation blistering through his shuddering nervous system.
With the one finger moving an inch in and then an inch out of her sweetly succulent little pussy, Abe reached out with his other hand and pressed on the pretty girl's head, pushing her wonderful mouth farther down. This time there was almost no hesitation on her part at all as her throat totally relaxed and opened, letting the swollen head all but choke her as it pushed its way inside. His flat, hairy buttocks tightened as he lifted his body and slammed every last little bit of his penis into the depths of her throat.
One of her hands continued milking his testicles, continually squeezing the scrotum, trying to force the oily liquid in them to leave while her other delicate little hand played flightily across the length of his stomach. Tracy's pretty mouth moved up and down the length of his throbbing cock. She sucked strongly as her tiny little pink tongue wrapped itself around the pulsating staff again and again.
"That's enough, that's enough," Abe Warner gasped, pulling her head from his penis.
He hadn't ejaculated since the night she had previously sucked his cock, and the old man knew it wouldn't take very much of her lip service to send him over the edge. His throbbing balls were already working overtime, and there had to be a gallon of liquid inside him ready to wash into her.
'very, very slowly the pretty little girl's mouth rose, and she turned to him. and said, "Gee, I hope you liked the way I did it, Uncle Abe. I know I'm still kinda new at this, but I hop you can really feel everything I'm trying to make you feel."
"Don't worry your pretty little head," he assured her. "I felt everything far more strongly than I would have with any other woman. What you do, you do very well, Tracy."
Even though she wanted him to fuck her, she also wanted to taste his seed again. She knew it was impossible for him to fire into two places at the same time, and right now the single most important thing was to find out how good it felt to be fucked. She had already committed herself to it, and she knew Uncle Abe would be very gentle about it, or at least as gentle as it was possible for him to be.
"Honey," he explained. "You have a small piece of tissue inside your vagina that is attached to both walls. When I put my penis inside you, that membrane will be broken. That might hurt a little. So why not just lie down and let me do it the best way I can."
"N-no!" she said, feeling more than a little scared. "I have a bbetter idea. You lie down, and I'll climb on top of you, and you can insert your penis inside me and hold your hands on my waist to keep me from going down too quickly. And then I'll sort of ride down on it a little at a time until I've finally taken your penis as far into me as it'll go."
"You're big enough so that it'll go all the way," he assured her. All right, I'll just lie here, and I'll let you do most of the work. This way you'll be able to control the rate of speed at which you sink down."
Tracy pressed her hands flatly on the man's chest, refusing to allow him to so much as sit up as she moved her body so that her bare virginal center was hovering directly above his solidly pulsating organ.
When she was finally convinced he wouldn't push her down too suddenly, she balanced herself on her feet, squatting rather than kneeling, and she reached down with one hand and gripped his throbbing thick length of penis. Teasing the reddish head with her thumb by rubbing it back and forth, she made him squirm and beg as her tiny cuntlips spread wider and wider, and her body slowly sank lower and lower. Little by little she guided the thick, lengthy stiffness of his hard cock toward her desire-filled pussy. She half-closed her blue eyes and had her palm caress the swollen, minaret-shaped head, smearing its own juices ail over it, as well as the residue of her saliva. Inside her own body, in the trench of her seething little cunt, she felt hot juices flooding around inside as her narrow vaginal furrow began stretching, opening just the little bit more. Her puffy pussylips were like magic curtains leading to an enchanting world of total rapture, and his thick cock was the gentle battering ram that would part those flesh curtains and enter her.
Tracy gasped, feeling the thickly swollen head separate her soft, pink inner labia and then slowly push its way into her. God! Was she ever tight! Her sucking inner vulva gripped him right away, nursing and pulling on the swollen cockhead. She was really being stretched now, and little by little she eased him deeper into her. It hurt! She wanted to stop! But she knew if she did stop she would never get to find out how wonderful it was to be fucked. Deeper, deeper, deeper, his penis continued entering her body, and suddenly she found she had more than an inch beyond the thick head pushing into her tight little tunnel. The continued stretching of those walls was rapturous torment, yet it was a feeling she was able to bear, and as a result she was able to enjoy it. She wanted to feel his throbbing cock sink even deeper into the unexplored area of her wetly shuddering vagina, feeling the thick wand massage untouched arts of her sucking interior. That was when Tracy felt the domed tip suddenly press itself against the tender obstruction of her maidenhead.
"Ooodooh!" the little girl gasped, suddenly feeling an intolerable pain stabbing between her tender thighs.
She had slipped her feet under her, and was now balanced on her knees. She leaned forward, digging the palms of her hands into the mattress on either side of the old man's body, keeping her buttocks up, afraid to allow her body any further down. She was frightened of encompassing any more of the man's heavily swollen penile organ, scared she would feel more of the stabbing pain. New tears came to her eyes. Was she going to back out? Would she forever be too terrified to learn how wonderful it was to have a man's cock inside her?
She was aware of Abe Warner's arms suddenly reaching up; his hands gripping her lovely, rounded hips as he said, "This has to happen very fast t he first time, honey. You have a little membrane in there, as I told you, and it has to be broken. It'll be more like a pinch than any other kind of hurt, and then the pain'll go away once and for all, you'll see."
"Okay, Uncle Abe," she nodded. "If you say so."
"Are you ready, sweetheart?"
"Yeah! Uh-huh!"
With all his strength the powerful old man pressed down on her slender hips, and the little girl felt herself sliding down the length of his throbbing penis again. Oh no! Not this way! She wanted him to stop, to wait another minute, but his powerful hands continued applying pressure and the pain was a lot stronger than he had said. There was a sharp stabbing in there, and it was hurting her, building to something considerably more powerful, and for a brief instant it was so strong it made her forget the pleasure she had been feeling. His hands continued pressing more and more relentlessly until she suddenly felt something tear inside her, and there was a little more stretching pain as her body slid all the way down the rest of the way. Her tiny pussylips slammed themselves violently against his hairy pelvis, feeling his clump of wrinkled testicles rubbing against them. His thickness was so great, she felt as if he was filling her belly and part of her throat, as well. She didn't think she would be able to stand it a moment longer.
"Stay there!" he quietly ordered when she would have started lifting herself off his throbbing penis. "You just relax until the pain has gone away and your interior adjusts to me. You'll see, honey. In a little while you'll start to feel good. The pain'll go away and then you'll be able to start moving."
So she sat there, and, as the moments slowly passed, she realized the horrible shooting pains inside her were slowly but surely fading away. She still felt his swollenly thick and throbbing penis as it continued lodging in her tightly squeezing depths. She was able to sense every one of his inner pulsations, and little by little she began responding, opening and closing her interior, squeezing her vaginal muscles, tightening and loosening the hold her vulva had on his penile base. Vibrations began building up inside her, good vibrations, and it started feeling good all over again. Looking at him below here, as she started sitting up, the little girl realized Uncle Abe was feeling all kinds of good things too, and knowing this, she forgot all about the pain she had been feeling.
"D-does it really feel good to you?" she asked. "I didn't mean to cry and act like a baby. But it did hurt."
"Sure," he nodded. "I understand, honey. Let me tell you I feel wonderful inside you. I can't remember when I felt anything this good in my life, before," he admitted, his pubis automatically jerking upward, responding uncontrollably, now.
His loins began driving his wildly pulsating penis into the softly sucking folds of her tightly hungering vaginal tunnel. Her tender thighs slammed down to force the slick member even deeper as her tenderly sucking girlish labia continued kissing his hairy pelvis. She was aware of the hairs on his pubis rubbing against both, her inner and outer labia, tickling her, making her feel that much more delighted.
"Haaauunngggghhh!" the little girl gasped, and remembered Aunt Kelly had made such a sound when she had been entered by Uncle Mitch. Now she began rising and falling on the thick stick pressed all the way inside her. Her buttocks felt the tickle of his heavily wrinkled scrotum against their softly rounded smoothness. Her asscheeks felt as if they were able to pick out every wrinkle in the scrotum, almost as if counting them. Her buttocks began grinding circularly against his body and now the pressure of the man's testicles sent thrilling icicles running up and down her spine.
Slowly now, she lifted herself up just an inch, and then fell down again. Then she rose again, and then down. She continually lifted herself up just enough to create friction inside to enhance the feeling of him inside her, and the silken smoothness of her buttocks began pumping in a wild tempo.
She was fucking! Fucking! With every movement of her body, the thrilling feelings were enhanced a little more. She had the penis of the one man inside her who really cared about her ... who had taught her all she really knew about sex. Oh, she was so glad she was doing it. It felt so good!
Now she began bouncing all the more swiftly, allowing herself to feel the thrilling preasure of his steaming penis as it continued pile driving higher and deeper inside her shuddering little body. She slammed her crotch down against his body until it seemed as if his swollenly thick phallus would stretch her tender inner membranes completely out of shape. Yet her wetly sucking pussy was begging for more and more of what the man had to offer. Each time her buttocks came slamming down, they tried squeezing his scrotum between them. She rode the full length of his thick spear as if it were no longer attached to the man, but rather it had become part of her while she was pushing it in and out of some orifice in his anatomy.
She rode faster now, moving her body higher and higher, becoming more and more ecstatic. Her head was thrown back in maddening ecstasy as her lovely thighs opened all the wider so she was able to pull his hips between them.
"Aaaanngggghhit!" the old man exclaimed. "... ohhhh ... can feeeel ... iiiil ... can't controlll iiiit ... going to ... a a annnnhhh ... climax ... hhhhhaaannnhhhh.."
He began stuttering and babbling and making all kinds of senseless sounds, and the little girl gurgled in guttural agreement with him. She fell all the way forward on top of him, rubbing her flat chest against his hairy body. Without meaning to she bit him, sinking her small teeth into the soft part of his shoulder. Remembering how he had sucked on her earlobe the first time they had been together, and how much she liked it, she began nibbling on his lobe, now, biting it, sucking it, chewing it, stopping only to let her tongue lick into his ear. All the while her tightly squeezing vaginal tunnel continued pulling on the thickness of his masculine protrusion. She had seen him spurt his white stuff all over her foot and ankle, and she had swallowed it, once. Now she wanted to know how it felt inside her, if it was as good as Aunt Kelly claimed it felt when Uncle Mitch fired his blistering seed inside her.
The little girl had been afraid she would peak before the old man, and then would once again become too tight inside to hold such a thick organ. Worse, if he were to come before she did, his penis would shrink before she had a chance to experience that ultimate orgasm. But now she felt a building in her cunt keeping perfect time with the throbbing of the heavy cock inside her, and it was building with greater force than anything she had ever felt in her body before. This was going to be the climax she had wanted all along. Now she was going to find out just what it was Aunt Kelly had felt all those times Uncle Mitch had pumped into her. She just hoped she and her Uncle Abe would be able to come together, his white stuff shooting into her as her orgasm took total control of her ecstatic body.
The movement of his hard penis continued slamming into the ever-widening depths of her little-girl tunnel as the lips tightly pressed around it, while her interior tunnel continued dilating. She felt him writhing and squirming on the ground underneath her, his fingers sinking into the delicate softness of her roundly naked buttocks, making her slam her eagerly anxious vaginal tunnel against his hairy thighs that much harder. She felt her seething interior getting tighter and tighter as she was aware his thick penis was continuing, to expand and become even thicker. Now she was feeling the soft membraneous walls of her interior wrinkling because of the pressure he applied when pushing his staff into her.
"Aaaannnhhhh ... y-e-e-e-ssss.. uhhhh ... hhhhaaannnhh...." she groaned, pressing her flat little girlish chest against him all the more firmly, digging her shoulders into his body as she slammed her tiny buttocks down again and again and again. Flames filled her gasping lungs and quiveringthrills charged madly through her trembling body. She was aware of her spiky little nipples rubbing against the steel wool hairs of his chest as if trying to cut j through his flesh.
Abe Warner dug his heels into the bed and slammed his hips higher and higher, cramming it into the tight nave of the little girl's tight pussy. He was unable to see her lovely face because her nose was pressed into his shoulder, but he did feel her lovely features twist as the orgasm began building to incredible heights inside her body. Her mouth was wide open, and she was heavily panting and gasping, her pretty little tongue lolling in the corner of her mouth as the very center of her tiny body seemed to come tearing out of her in maddening ferocity.
Her mouth pressed firmly into his chest, muffling her, "AAAAUUWWAAAAUUUGGHHRRUUGGGHHHH!"
Her high-pitched little voice reverberated through the man's shuddering chest as heated blasts of flooding vaginal lubricity began pouring around the might, upthrusting piston of cock continually pounding into her. The little girl became strongly aware of her colorless heated fluid trickling down her own softly tender white thighs. The fluids coated his masculine probe as it continued pounding in her girlish citadel, making Abe Warner move his body all the more quickly. He thrilled to the tight crush of her narrow, girlish vaginal muscles as they continually surrounded his solid phallic extension, and knew there was no way for him to restrain himself any longer. He was about to fire his sperm into the pretty, golden-haired little angel riding on top of him. The flooding, seething, burning semen was already racing madly from his swollen balls into his urethral tube. It ran through the underside of his swollen cock, making the penile length twitch maddeningly as his uncontrollable muscular spasms caused the fluid to rise over higher and higher. He began shuddering and convulsing, his flaming breath ripping out of his lungs in consistently short, burning gasps, and then the blast of seminal glue burst into the smooth, slick well of the young girl's recently breached cunt, wetting down and inundating the rippling membranes within, coating everything and pouring uncontrollably into her anxiously sucking womanly slit in a continuing series of never-ending spurts.
It took all his willpower not to yell, but he knew he had to keep silent, and so ejaculated soundlessly. His throbbing cock continued emptying itself into the tightness of her smooth interior until it began seeping out of her in a strong backwash. It was mixing with her own girlishly lubricated flow. Pools of it, added to stains of her virgin blood, spilled all over his pelvis, his thighs, and on the covers beneath his buttocks.
Tracy felt his humongous phallus shrinking inside her until it became so small, no matter how tightly she squeezed her vaginal lips together, she was unable to keep the organ pressed inside her. It fell out with a sighing whisper.
Ohhhhh! It had been so good, so very good. Now she understood why Aunt Kelly went so wildly out of control. It was even better than when Uncle Abe had licked her there.
She fell asleep after that, and was unaware of Abe washing her body, dressing her, and carrying her back to her own bed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Six weeks of camp passed very quickly for Tracy. When she wasn't fucking with Abe Warner, she was watching Aunt Kelly get it on with Uncle Mitch. One evening, after being soundly fucked by Uncle Abe, she asked, "Don't you wish you were able to fuck Aunt Kelly, too?"
"With you around," Abe told her, "I really don't have much need for her."
"That's beside the point," the little girl insisted. "I love fucking with you, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to find out what fucking would feel like with another man."
"What are you hinting at, Tracy?" he asked. "Come on, out with it, don't play games with Uncle Abe."
"Well," she said, smiling. "We ought to be able to set it up so you can do things with Aunt Kelly, but the best way for that to happen is to have you catching Uncle Mitch doing something with me. Then, the only way he'll be able to keep his job is to not only let you do something with Aunt Kelly, but to actually help you. You have such a wonderful cock, once it was inside Aunt Kelly she'd stop being angry with you and Uncle Mitch and just enjoy it."
"You're a conniving little witch, aren't you, Tracy? You're primarily interested in trying Uncle Mitch, aren't you?"
"Gee, Uncle Abe. Is it really a bad thing for me to want to be fucked by him, too?"
"You'll never be able to do it by yourself," Abe told her. "Mitch normally has too much willpower, even against a beautiful girl like yourself."
"Well," she said to Abe, "J happen to know that for the past four days now, Aunt Kelly has had her period. Uncle Mitch hasn't been able to do anything with her, and since all the other lady counselors each has a male counselor of her own, all Uncle Mitch can do is get himself drunk a little bit every night.
Now if it's all right with you...."
Tracy out-lined her plan to Abe, and he had to admit, she was a underaged young Mata Hari. Still, Tracy didn't belong to him, and so he had no right to hold her back, especially since he had been using her so consistently. Besides, he did admit to wondering what it would be like to fuck Kelly.
That evening, while Kelly went to sleep with the other girls in the bunk, Tracy quietly sneaked out, and with Abe to make sure no one saw her, went down to the canteen, where Uncle Mitch sat by himself. He had been in charge of the canteen for the past five nights, volunteering for the job since he knew he wouldn't be getting any action. Though no one else would be coming down there that evening, he stayed there by himself and though he didn't actually get drunk, he did take in enough brandy to make himself high.
He was surprised when the little blonde girl walked in and asked for a chocolate soda at ten-thirty in the evening.
"You ought to be in bed," he told her. "Isn't Aunt Kelly your counselor?"
"Uh-huh!" she nodded. Looking around the small room, she noticed a cot in the corner that was kept there because there was no room for it in any of the bunks.
"Well I'm going to tell Aunt Kelly how you sneaked down here," Mitch said in a stern voice.
"No you won't," she said, walking over to the cot and sitting on it. "You aren't going to say a thing to Aunt Kelly. What's more, you're going to come over here and sit down next to me."
"You're a very naughty young lady," Mitch snapped. "You deserve a spanking."
"You tell me, Uncle Mitch," she said, smiling, swinging her legs back and forth. "What do you deserve for fucking Aunt Kelly?"
"What?" the man gasped, frozen for a moment.
"You heard me. Now you sit down here on the cot and lie back, and then tell me what it is you deserve for fucking Aunt Kelly. If you don't do just as I say, I'll scream. When one of the on-duty counselors comes down here to find out what's going on, I'll tell him. So unless you want trouble, you just lie down here on the cot, because if you're lying down, then you can't hurt me."
Mitch was stupefied. How had the little bitch found out about himself and Kelly? Damn her! She had him by the short and curlies, all right.
Shrugging, he walked over to the cot and lay down, crawling onto it because she was still seated on the edge.
"I suppose you want to blackmail me to keep quiet," Mitch snapped.
"In a way," she admitted. "You just lie here, and no matter what I do, keep quiet."
"What do you mean?" he asked, then gasped as her little hand went to the zipper of his shorts and pulled it down. "Hey, don't do that!"
"You mean this is Aunt Kelly's property exclusively?" she asked. "I've seen all the different ways you've used it on her, and now it's going to be my turn," she told him.
Before he had a chance to think clearly, she had taken his penis out of his pants, and she began jerking on it, making it stiffen almost at once. This close, she was still unable to determine whether it was larger or smaller than that of Uncle Abe.
"Why are you doing this?" he gasped, no longer talking to her as if she were an adolescent, "Because it makes me happy," she said, and before he was quite prepared for it, she lowered her head and popped his glans into her mouth, sucking on it. It was big and meaty all right, just like Uncle Abe's, but it had a different taste to it. Not better or worse, just different.
"Tracy," he gasped, "you shouldn't be ... uuhhhh ... doing that."
Raising her-head she asked, "What's the matter? Don't I do it as good as Aunt Kelly?"
"Heck! You're every bit as good," he finally admitted, "but you're a young girl. Why if anyone caught us like this, I'm the one who would go to prison for a long, long time."
The little girl giggled and said, "Now tell me, isn't something like this worth being arrested for? All I know is, I saw you and Aunt Kelly having a really good time all summer long, and now I figure it's my turn to have a good time. So you just lie back and completely relax. Okay?"
The little girl pulled off her bathrobe, then took off her pajamas, as well. Now she once again bent over Mitch's naked form, but not before pulling his shorts and underwear off. She rubbed her flat chest and hard little nipples against his legs, and her warm, soft lips swooped down and wrapped themselves tightly around the solid crown of the man's upthrust poker. She sucked strongly, delightedly, caressing his smooth, bulbous cockhead with what was now a very practiced, velvet tongue.
Mitch, unable to help himself, lay there, groaning uncontrollably. He was amazed to find a beautiful young girl like this so well-skilled in an art that many women shunned and abhorred. He knew this was all wrong, but he also knew he wasn't going to stop the girl. It felt too good to stop her.
What she had said to him about seeing him with Kelly had shaken him up more than a little, and he began wondering if anyone else was aware of his relationship with Kelly. He knew if he told Kelly, the female counselor might become vindictive and punish the blonde girl, and as a result Tracy would be spilling everything she knew about him and Kelly. The smart thing to do was to keep his mouth shut. There were only two weeks left to the camp season, and maybe he'd be able to ride it all out without anyone else finding out. God!
Propping himself up on his elbows, he stared at what she was dong, watching with unabashed amazement as the little girl pumped her pretty head up and down on his gleaming penis. Hell! She had a tight mouth, all right, and she was swallowing at least as much of his throbbing cock inside as Kelly did. He stared as she slipped her lips from it and licked it with her tongue again and again. Her pink oral organ circled his glans again and again, fluttering tantalzingly against the sensitive tip, then waggling up and down. Her eyes were open the entire time, looking at his face, wanting to see his reaction, a wickedly playful gleam in her eyes. Then she sucked his throbbing member into her mouth once again and began sucking on it in earnest as she bobbed her head wildly up and down.
"Oh my God!" Mitch gasped. "Oh Jesus! Wow! That's really something!" he gasped, his head falling back on the cot and his mind concentrating on the wonderfully tactile sensations of her heatedly sucking mouth continually and rhythmically engulfing his cock.
Finally the little girl relinquished his throbbing penis. Lifting her face, she said, "I did for you, now it's your turn to do for me."
"What?"
"You heard me," she said to him, making him sit up, and then lying down herself. "Get that mouth working on me, Uncle Mitch!"
"My God! Just how much did you see?" he asked.
"Everything," she assured him. "Everything! So go ahead and start licking me!"
"Now wait a minute...."
"Why should I have to wait?" she asked, her eyes fluttering girlishly as she looked at him. "After all, you did it for Aunt Kelly. I'm just as clean as she is down there. After all, she and I shower together every late afternoon. Heck! I'm probably even cleaner than she is because I don't have any hair down there."
"What the hell do you know about cunt lapping?" he asked.
"I know what I've seen, and I've seen the way Aunt Kelly reacts when you put your mouth down there. I figure I'm entitled to enjoy it at least as much as she does. Besides, I want to see just how good you really are with that mouth of yours."
"I suppose you want to compare me to someone else!" he snapped sarcastically.
"Maybe!" she replied, her reply bewildering him that much more.
"What kind of a little tramp are you?"
"The kind who talks when she isn't made happy. So make me happy. Uncle Mitch. Start licking my pussy. Who knows, you might come to like the taste of me as much as-if not more than Aunt Kelly."
The perplexed athletic director stared at her hairless pussy and wasn't sure if he actually had the nerve to go down on her. Still, he had allowed the little girl to suck his cock, and had thereby put himself into an even more vulnerable position. He had never thought of a girl this young as being erotic, but he had to admit, he was becoming aroused by her. What the hell! He had comethis far. Might as well go farther.
Mitch crawled between the little blonde beauty's thighs and allowed his face to approach her moistly hairless slit. He detected a sweetish teasing fragrance of light musk as he got closer. Lord! She had a deliciously scented pussy, all right, and as he got closer he found it more and more stimulating, making him salivate. His mouth was watering, and he poked his tongue out.
His initial swiping tongue-lash ran down the pink gash of the lovely girl's oozing cunt, and this made her hurl her hips into his face as she moaned pleasurably, churning and then rotating her hips.
The tangy taste of her stimulated Mitch to lick more furiously.
What the hell! he thought, and pressed his face even deeper, digging his tongue into her squiggly wet vaginal pool.
"Ooooohhhhh!" the pretty little angelic-looking girl gasped, purring and running her fingers against his scalp, trying to grab his short-cropped hair as he twisted his pressuring face between her thighs.
"Aaaannnngggghhh ... ooooohhhhh ... wwwwaaannnggghhhh!" the man murmured with his mouth pressed to her seething vaginal tract.
His first taste of her had the man totally and completely hooked. She had the freshest, meatiest pussy he had ever enjoyed. It was more than merely the delicately sexy scent of her. All the pussies he had eaten were sexily scented. Too, it was more than the taste of her .that had him burningly aroused. What really aroused him was the licentious way in which she responded. He never would have dreamed that such a young girl would not only be so sexily exciting, but that she would respond so directly to what his mouth was doing to her. It was amazing. He was feeling an unbelievable sense of warmth coming from the pretty little girl, and he shared a feeling of closeness with her he had only previously been able to share with Kelly.
His lapping tongue flatly stroked up and down, then began sliding in and out of her seething vaginal folds, stopping every now and again to tickle the tip of her quivering little clitoris. The young girl's hips were wildly bobbing, and her fingers were insanely digging at his head. "Now!" she gasped, tugging his face out. "Now I want you to fuck me! Come on, climb onto me, Uncle Mitch, and fuck me! Fuck me HARD, and fuck me DEEP! Drive your cock into me!"
"My God!" he gasped. "I can't do that!"
"Sure you can," she insisted. "Don't worry. I'm not a virgin. I can take your cock! Come on and fuck me!"
Mitch, his head whirling, scrambled on top of the lovely girl, his mouth and chin soaking wet with her vaginal juices, his mind spinning and reeling. He moved his knees between her tiny thighs, and pressing his cock against the narrow interstice, slowly pressed, and was amazed to feel her str-e-e-ee-tch as he pushed his penis into her little by little, feeling the tight way her membraneous walls solidly surrounded him. She was thrillingly wet and snug, able to cling to his cock as no other pussy had ever previously done. He pushed, pushed, pushed, and soon the entire length of him was buried inside her.
He quickly discovered something else as he began slowly stroking his throbbing organ back and forth inside the tightly squeezing young and beautiful blond girl. Now only was she naturally tight because she was still small, but she had a way of working her internal muscles that made her even tighter. She was all but crushing his throbbing cock, squeezing and pulling and tugging on the swollen organ as not even Kelly was capable of doing.
He fucked the beautiful little girl very slowly, moving his prick steadily in and out as she writhed and clutched tightly to him, her slender little legs trying to cross themselves above his buttocks. The bulb-shaped tip of his throbbing organ dug all the way into her, and he was surprised to feel the way she was able to handle the entire length of him. Her vagina was a nether mouth, sucking hungrily on his full length of penis; and each time he drove into her, she lifted her hips snappingly, adding to his pleasure.
"S-o-o-o ... arrrrre ... youuuuu.:.," she responded.
The two of them made the little cot creak with their continual steady motion. Their two sets of hips continued churning against each other as lust continued swelling inside the pair of them. It was the young girl who was first to quicken her hip motions. With her fingers she clawed at the man's back.
His throbbing testicles were in a frenzy by now, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold off nearly as long as he did with Kelly. He pounded solidly into her with ail he had, rocking her slim body and making her gasp and pant, heavily. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna COME!" she gasped out.
Mitch knew he was going to climax, too, and he also knew it wouldn't be good if either of them did much yelling, and so he pressed his mouth to that of the young girl, kissing her solidly and firmly, absorbing her yell as she lurched her heated little pussy up and around the man's thrusting, driving rod.
Mitch jerked and twitched inside her, and his warm cream welled up to shoot spurtingly through the length of his solid cock. He fired his sperm as far into her as he was physically able, and he groaned, his buttocks jerking and twitching very tightly.
"UMMMM ... HHHHMMMM ... MMMMM!" was all she was able to murmur with his lips clamped to hers as she felt his hot liquid washing around inside her.
Finally he stopped spurting, and he pulled his limp cock from her tight pussy with a loud pop. He panted, lying beside her, then gasped, "Why, Tracy? Why did you do this?"
"For two reasons," she said smiling. "First, I wanted to feel your cock inside of me and see how good it was."
"What's the other reason?" he asked. "The other reason," Abe Warner said, coming through the door, "is so I would be able to get it all on Ektachrome film."
CHAPTER NINE
"You three must be crazy," Kelly gasped.
It was two days later, and her period was long gone. She had douched herself to make sure she was clean, and she had gone to meet Mitch at the clearing. When she had arrived there, not only was Mitch there, but so was Abe Warner and Tracy Daniels, one of the girls in her bunk. The four of them had gone back to'Abe's room, and once they were safely ensconced there, the two men and the young girl explained all three of them wanted to make love to her. That was when she had come out with her statement.
"It's either play with all of us or else none of us," Mitch explained to her. He had become hooked on Tracy, just as Abe had, and he relished the idea of taking on the two females at once, even if it meant sharing them with Abe. "We have you by the boobs, honey," he told her. "That's two things you have that are more interesting than Tracy's-your two breasts. Have either of you ever seen a prettier pair of tits?"
"I sure have to admit she has beautiful breasts," Tracy nodded. "You know, I'm curious why it is you men get suck a kick out of sucking a woman's nipples. I'd like to try it and see."
"You!?" the horrified Kelly blurted out at her.
"Sure! Me!" she nodded. "I'm curious to see what it is about women that men like."
"I suggest we all remove our clothing," Abe said to them. "Kelly's too smart to scream, yell, or make trouble. She realizes all we want to do is have fun with her and make some home movies which I can get developed pirvately."
"Movies?"
"For me to enjoy during the winter months when I'm alone," Abe told her. "Come on, Kelly. All of us want to have a little fun. Just cooperate."
Kelly watched in embarrassed apprehension as the trio began removing their clothing. Now that she looked at Tracy's body apart from all the other girls, Kelly realized the sinuously built little blonde did indeed have the power to be a man-trap.
She was surprised to see how firm and muscular Abe Warner's body was. His stomach was still firm and flat, and he had muscles all over. If he wasn't quite as solid as Mitch, he still had nothing to be ashamed of. Beneath his grey-haired pelvis dangled a penis and a pair of balls that were as large as anything she had ever known. What bothered her was the fact that she was starting to feel prickles of arousal looking at two men. She had never been made love to by two men at the same time. Inwardly she had to admit it would certainly be an interesting experience.
Abe's penis was only semi-rigid, and because of it, the organ hung like a long length of salami. His testicles looked like a small gunny sack.
Mitch's cock, on the other hand, stood up aggressively, especially when she realized she had no choice and also undressed. Looking at the contrasting bodies of the two naked women caused arousal to burn through both men.
Kelly flushed and reddened with embarrassment, knowing the ordeal which the fiendish trio was plotting was about to get underway.
"Hey, let me start it," the beautiful little blond girl said. "Come on, let me find out what it is about us females that get you guys so all-fired her up."
"Why not!" Mitch nodded. "Abe, have that movie camera ready and you'll probably get a lot of interesting shots."
"My God!" Kelly gasped. "Isn't it bad enough you're doing this to me? The idea of your taking pictures makes me sick."
"Aw come on, Aunt Kelly," the little blonde ingenuously said to her. "It's all in fun and you know it. We aren't gonna hurt you. Gee, just stand like that. I'll bet I can really do a number on you right where you are."
Kelly shuddered, feeling more than a little dismayed as the little blonde girl reached out and cupped a hand around one of her full breasts. Tracy squeezed the nipple, making Kelly's breast throb. The two men watched, and Kelly felt an unaccountable excitement growing in her as the camera ground away. Then the blonde girl lowered her head and tilted it to the side. In consternation, the shuddering woman watched the girl's asp-like little tongue flick out and tickle the thrusting brown tip of her right breast.
Kelly realized her body was tingling. Tracy was actually beginning to excite her.
Abe chuckled softly, looking through the viewfinder, enjoying what he was seeing. Even in this yellow light Ektachrome took clear pictures.
Kelly shut her eyes thinking how horrible all this was, but her excitement continued mounting as Tracy hungrily sucked on her expanded nipple. She saw the way the two men were watching the scene, and oddly, it aroused her even more.
Tracy was enjoying herself. She was starting to understand that to a man, the sucking of a woman's breast was much the way sucking a penis felt to her. She did it gently, not wanting to hurt Kelly, yet she was having a telling effect on the brunette as her tongue flicked across the nipple's tip. A slight moan escaped from Kelly's lips, and she realized her feelings were betraying themselves.
Now both of Tracy's hands came up and caressed the fullness of Kelly's swollen breasts as her face turned from one to the other, the tongue licking her nipples one at a time. The brunette found it impossible to keep herself from squirming, and she felt moisture oozing from between her thighs, lathering her soaked cuntlips again and again. Wild sensations were racing from her tongue-licked breast-tips, spreading through her body to her extremities, reaching down into her central sexual region. Her knees wobbled, and shamefully, she felt she wanted to lie down.
Tracy wondered if she dared lick Kelly's cunt. After all, Mitch did it all the time and he seemed to enjoy it. Why not give it a try. She sank to her knees in front of Kelly.
"Ohhhh ... n-o-o-o-o...." the female counselor gasped and shuddered as the lovely little girl's tongue snaked out and sank into the pink gulf between her thighs.
Tracy's fingers dug into the softness of Kelly's buttocks, making the counselor gasp. "Don't ... uuunnnhhh ... don't...."
Abe chuckled and continued taking movies as Kelly's eyes widened when Tracy began licking the sensitive nubbin of the woman's clitoris, causing it to swell and throb. She saw Mitch, as usual, stroking his swollen cock, while Abe's cock had stiffened very imperceptibly.
Kelly was getting so hot that it came to a point where she no longer cared what was happening to her. She threaded her fingers into the lovely blond's golden hair and jammed the lovely little girl's face tightly into her wetly soft vulva. The little girl was enjoying herself immensely, thrilling to the musky taste of her counselor as she continually fucked her with her tongue. Kelly felt herself suddenly rising toward orgasm, but just as she was set to reach out and have it engulf her, Tracy, who was aware how tense Kelly was and how close she was to satisfaction, stopped.
Mitch grinned as he continued pulling on his stiff cock while Abe, still taking the pictures, laughed and moved a little closer.
"I'll do the picture-taking," Mitch laughed. "Hand me the camera."
Abe did so and made Kelly lie on the double bed. He wasted no time sitting on her chest, straddling her, feeling her nipples rubbing against his buttocks while pressing the head of his penis against her lips. By now, Kelly was so thoroughly aroused, she found it impossible to resist.
Tracy smiled. Aunt Kelly was a very sensous woman. This much was obvious. When she grew up, she would be even more sensuous.
Kelly's soft pink lips parted and without her willing it to do so, her moist tongue popped out. She ought to have felt ashamed of herself but was unable to do so as she licked the tip of Abe's half-hard cock. Then she licked the penis all over.
Parting her lips, she clamped them over the plum-like bulge and began vibrantly sucking. Her brain reeled as she continued doing so, realizing she was enjoying it almost as much as the wanton trio were enjoying her.
"Unh!" Abe grunted. "Tracy, she's almost as good as you."
Almost! Even if the other girl had a smaller, tighter mouth it now became a matter of pride with Kelly, and she began sucking furiously, sucking more and more of the organ inside, her nostrils widely dilating. His slippery penile oil was already leaking all over her tongue and sliding down her gulping throat.
Her rolling eyes caught sight of Mitch and Tracy. The girl was now kneeling in front of the man with the crew cut, sucking cock with furious bobs of her pretty blonde head. Kelly shut her eyes, unable to believe she was seeing this. The nicest, most clean-cut girl in her bunk was a dirty little girl, after all, but then, she was a dirty big girl, wasn't she. She was enjoying all this immensely. She sucked, pulling Abe's throbbing cock deeper into her gagging throat, her compressing lips squeezing the full length of it as it pumped in and out.
Finally Abe tugged his cock from her mouth and said, "Let's sandwich her."
"What about me?" the little blonde girl asked.
Since Kelly had never made love with two men at the same time she had no idea what they meant by sandwiching her. Mitch fell onto the bed on his back. He tugged Kelly on top of him, and from long practice, his cock unerringly found its way into the tightness of her sweetly sucking pussy. He made her lean down and press her breasts into his chest, and with his fingers tugged her round asscheeks wide apart.
Abe approached the woman from the rear, kneeling astride Mitch's legs. She shuddered when she suddenly felt the blunt tip of Abe's lubricated cock against her tiny nether hole, and Tracy, who was now handling he movie camera, said, "Remember, you promised next year you'll do this with me, when I'm a little bigger.
Abe gripped Kelly's hips, holding her fast, and then shoved his huge, monstrous cock inside her rectum. He didn't take the time to stretch her interior, not did he care about wetting her chute as he had cared with Tracy. He just wanted inside.
The fact that Mitch's cock was throbbing deep inside her pussy, spreading her vaginal walls as far apart as possible, made her rectal passage even tighter and narrower. There was pain and Kelly squirmed, and yet the lovely woman realized she didn't want to stop. The penis in her rectum was touching nerve-endings no finger had ever touched.
Kelly sighed, realizing the pain was fast fading in her body as she thrashed about, dually impaled between the two men's bodies. The whirring sound of the camera told her Tracy was still taking movies.
To Tracy it was the most thrilling sight she had ever seen, and she had-to become part of the action. She put the camera down and climbed onto the bed at the head. She knelt with her knees around Mitch's face, pressing her cunt solidly on the man's mouth. Kelly, leaning forward, pushed her own face into the little girl's belly, kissing and sucking the soft white flesh. Now Tracy was able to ride her pussy back and forth across Mitch's tongue as she held onto Kelly's head, looking at the way the two men were stabbing their throbbing cocks deep into the brown-haired woman's vagina and asshole.
This time Kelly knew nothing was going to interrupt her orgasm. It was building, building, building, and then, like a rocket on the Fourth of July she went shrieking, her mouth buried in Tracy's belly.
Mitch came next, bellowing his own orgasmic screams onto Tracy's pussy as the little blonde continued pressuring her cunt into his mouth. Abe followed almost instantly thereafter, and he reached over Kelly's back and covered Tracy's mouth when the little blonde began peaking. All four bodies squirmed on the bed together for a long, long time before they fell apart.
As she lay there, Kelly realized, depraved and perverted as it all was, she wouldn't have traded it for anything. It had been fantastic.
CHAPTER TEN
Camp was over. All the kids were piled back into the buses, and then began the long, long trip back to the starting point. Tracy, who had spent the last night with both Uncle Abe and Uncle Mitch, as well as Aunt Kelly, the latter now being a willing participant in the little orgy, was feeling all sapped out. Lord was she ever tired. She was unable to remember just when she had felt so drained. But it was a good feeling.
On the bus, she and Kelly sat next to one another, and she looked at the counselor and asked, "Are you sorry for anything that happened, Aunt Kelly'?"
"Uh huh!" Kelly nodded.
"Gee, what?"
"I'm sorry all this didn't take place about six weeks earlier so we would have been able to enjoy the entire camp season together. You're a funny girl, Tracy. I can't figure you out. You come on like the purest and most pristine of girls, and yet, underneath, you're as depraved as I am."
"Depraved?" Tracy asked.
"Well, depraved is a bad word. Sensuous might better describe everything. You're a very sensuous and arousing young lady. You know, I never had any kind of an experience with a woman before."
"Gee, do you really think of me as a woman?"
"Sexually, you're more of a woman than most fifty-year-old females," Kelly laughed. "Do yourself a favor. Don't try out any of this with the boys when you get home. Keep your feelings in check, at least until next year at this time. I know it'll be hard, but I have faith in you, honey."
"Gee, camp was sure more fun for me than it was for the other girls," Tracy said, smiling.
The buses pulled into the huge bus depot at three o'clock, and Tracy saw her parents waiting. She waved at them, then kissed Kelly on the cheek goodbye, saying, "I hope you come back next year."
"We'll see," Kelly told her. "We'll see!"
She hurried toward her parents, and on the way felt someone pinch her buttocks. Turning, she saw Uncle Abe directing all the other kids whose parents hadn't come yet. He gave her a sly wink, and she winked back.
She was definitely going to plead with her parents to send her back next year. She had to be sandwiched. She just had to be. There was no doubt about it, camp was certainly an enlightening experience.
