Pedophilia, or the attraction of an older person toward one much younger, is a widely recognized phenomena in our society as well as in others. Social opinion of pedophiliacs, those who are subject to this attraction and carry it into overt forms of behavior, vary widely from one culture to another. As a very rough generalization we might begin by observing that societies which permit polygamy tend to look more leniently upon pedophilia; an aging man would be--likely to select a very young girl for his second or newest wife, and this would most likely be permissible within that society's framework of cultural norms.
Social prohibitions of pedophilia have not succeeded in eradicating it, however. Within our own society the marriage of an octogenarian to a teen-age bride is almost always good for some newspaper headlines and the stories are generally written with a tongue-in-cheek attitude, suggesting at once not only a widespread interest in such marriages but also a chiding, if not outright negative, attitude toward them. Our society even places legal restrictions upon the sexual attraction of the older for the young, thus the minimum age levels which our legislators set for consenting to sexual intercourse or for contracting a marriage. Despite these legal restrictions the attraction of the old for the young is strong enough that marriages are still contracted, love affairs still begun and consummated, which could easily be termed "pedophiliac" in nature.
Unfortunately, the term has not been defined strictly enough for us to be able to make hard and fast distinctions between that which is and is not pedophiliac in every case. How old is "Old," for example? How young must one party be, and how great must the discrepancy in ages be, in order for a sexual relationship to be pedophiliac? We do not have a formula for arriving at exact answers to these questions. Lacking the scientific precision necessary for a really profound treatment of these questions, we must turn to the realm of everyday usage in an effort at developing satisfactory working answers.
It becomes obvious, upon taking a common-sense view of the matter, that a mere arithmetical solution cannot be found. Thus, an affair between a man of fifty and a woman of thirty would hardly be considered pedophiliac; indeed, marriages involving age groupings of this sort occur daily throughout the country and never attract the least bit of attention from the public. An affair between a man of, say, thirty-five and a girl of fifteen, however, would be a very different story indeed and here, we can be sure, the public's reaction would not be at all the same.
This extreme example is good enough to suggest an important point to us. The public's opposition to pedophilia, as well as its interest, is most aroused when one of the partners is a young girl, perhaps even below the legal age of consent (which varies considerably from state to state). In reading popularized accounts of such marriages or affairs, one is often conscious of an underlying belief on the writer's part, a conviction that the older partner must have exercised some kind of trickery or force in order to carry out the scheme being described. This is not always the case; there have been well-documented instances of the younger partner being the aggressor in these relationships.
Most often the public's imagination presupposes an older man and a young girl when pedophilia is mentioned. Again, this is very far from being the rule in all cases. We do not have any accurate information about the extent of pedophilia, much less the composition of the partners. Thus we cannot determine whether the public imagination is correct in its assumption about the most prevalent form of pedophilia. We do know, however, that there are some cases in which older women are attracted to males much younger than themselves, and these cases are just as much an instance of the phenomenon pedophilia as any other.
Ann's Young Studs is a fictional rendition of one such case. It diverges from the public's assumptions in at least two respects: the female character who forms the central focus for the book is the oldest character in the book and the young males who become her partners in an amazing series of sexual escapades are definitely the aggressors. While the female character eventually becomes reconciled to having sex with males considerably younger than herself, she does so only after being forced into it; in no sense can she be considered the perpetrator of the deeds described in the pages that follow. Ann Gooden, the central character, thus emerges from the book as a very sympathetic figure.
It is certainly not our intention to suggest that every camp is the scene of such orgiastic happenings as are described in the following pages.
The fictional camp is just that, a creation of the author's imagination, and should not be understood as anything else. Nevertheless, we believe that the situation is entirely credible and could well be substantiated by references to events taken from everyday life.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
I hadn't looked forward to that hike to Lone Falls Camp, not that day or any other day. And not because I had to walk every one of the five miles, either; I'm in good condition and usually I don't mind a good hike. No, my reluctance had to do with a sense of unease about what I might find there once I arrived.
It all began, I guess you might say, back in January when Pastor Bockhaus gave me the bad news, telling me that I was not only going to have to run his church's camp that summer but also to supervise construction work on a new, satellite campsite a few miles farther into the Weenockee Mountains. I'd protested that running one camp was quite enough work for any one person but he had shown me that it wasn't feasible to hire someone else just to supervise the work at Lone Falls, the proposed new campsite. Besides, he added, I would only have to drop in one or two days a week to check on the progress of the work, which was very simple; they wanted Lone Falls to be a primitive camp and that meant that nothing very sophisticated would have to be built.
I'd felt like crying when I went back to my little cubbyhole of an office in Eastwood's United Community Church. Bockhaus had talked me into it and now I faced the prospect of all that work. The plaque on my desk read "Ann Gooden, Camp Counselor," and I thought of taking it back to him and showing him that it said nothing about construction supervisor. It wouldn't have done any good, though; he need only have patted my hand and soft-soaped me a little and I'd have agreed to it all over again.
Another reason for my reluctance to take on the task, and to go over to Lone Falls that day, was that the pastor's own son, Terry, was part of the work crew. The church had hired Terry, along with Chuck Norden, son of a member of the church's board of trustees, and Mark Cokes, son of one of the most prominent parishioners, to do the work. Chuck and Terry were sixteen and Mark a year older but I didn't have much confidence in them. Terry had absorbed virtually none of his father's pious goodness, and that part only to rebel against it, and the others were cut to about the same pattern. I hadn't liked the way they had looked at me when I'd gone there before-as if I'd forgotten my clothes-and I especially didn't like the way they had pumped me to find out exactly how far it was to Camp Lenatchee, a girls' camp a few miles to the south.
Even before I got into the clearing where the boys had set up their tents I could tell that something was under way, something that needed correcting. I could hear the whoops of laughter from quite a distance and, when I got closer, I could hear a softer, shriller laugh, one that could have come only from a female throat. The scene that greeted my eyes when I got to the edge of the clearing went far beyond anything I'd ever imagined, however. I'm not excessively prudish, I think, but what I saw when I looked through the last fringe of bushes absolutely took my breath away.
Chuck was kneeling behind a female form that was as naked as himself. The girl was facing Terry, who knelt in front of her, and even though her long mop of corn silk blonde hair hung down over her face I instinctively knew that she was sucking his cock. I could also tell that Chuck's prick was buried in the blonde's cunt-he was ramming it into her with vigor-they were in profile to me and I could see the blonde's big breasts jiggling as he lunged back and forth.
It might surprise you to hear me, a thirty-three-year-old camp counselor who's employed by a church, talking about "sucking a cock" and "pricks" and "cunts," but I'm no stranger to sex and sex talk. I had my first affair when I was sixteen; in fact, it was Jerry who taught me all those words and it was with him that I learned to thrill to their erotic power. Even now, to myself, I use the plain Anglo-Saxon terms when I think about sex, seldom though that is, I hope. I had another affair when I was in college and then a third two years after graduating; both of those men were extremely sophisticated lovers and introduced me to virtually every form of fucking known to mankind.
Neither affair had worked out, however, and I had accustomed myself to the idea of spinsterhood. My job was satisfying, if demanding at times, and while I still hadn't learned how to quell the fires that occasionally burned in my cunt I had learned a few ways of quenching them without having to call on anyone for help. Sure, it distressed me to know that I could still have those "flareups," as I called them, but I honestly believed that I was getting better at controlling my emotions.
Nothing had prepared me to resist the frantic, abandoned scene which I witnessed that morning, however. I was about fifty feet from them when I stopped, paralyzed by the entrancing sight, and the few details which I could not see I could readily imagine. Paul, the fellow I'd had the affair with after getting out of college, had been wild about seeing every detail of our lovemaking and had interested me in it too. Together we'd worked out a series of positions and had placed mirrors around our bed which allowed us to see everything we were doing. Thus I didn't have to see the blonde's lips curling around Terry's cock, or to see Chuck's prick slashing into the girl's pussy, to have a very clear picture of exactly how it all fitted together-I could still remember seeing myself doing exactly the same things with Paul!
Suddenly the trio broke apart. Chuck lay back on the sleeping bag, which they were using to protect their naked flesh from the pine needles, and the blonde straddled him, facing his feet, and guided her mouth down onto his cock for a moment. Even at that distance I could easily see the wetness of the big tool, and it was a generously proportioned monster; evidently she was highly excited and her wet cunt had spread a thick coating of the lover's salve over his rod. After a moment Terry lay down on the bag and she got over him, facing his feet and squatting over his loins. I was petrified at the size of the prick rising up from that impish youngster's belly-it was positively obscene in its distended length and girth-but the blonde guided it up into her cunt and sheathed it without the least sign of discomfort. Rather, she exclaimed with delight at being spread to the utmost and soon she was bouncing around and whipping her hips back and forth with as much gusto as anyone could wish for. Chuck got to his feet and stood in front of her, dangling his own big prick into her mouth.
Despite my horror at witnessing the depraved scene, a part of me went out in sympathy to the blonde. Paul had taught me to love sucking his cock after he had fucked me nearly blind; at first, the idea of taking his prick into my mouth, when it was dripping with his come and mine too, had disgusted me but the more I thought about it the more I wanted to try it. And when I finally made the big plunge, the taste of his hot, cunt-moistened prick simply overwhelmed me with love and sensuality. The blonde was a lot younger than I was when I had learned that trick but she seemed to love it no less; she eagerly accepted the tool offered her and began sucking it with all the vigor anyone could want.
Of course it affected me; a woman can't see all those wonderful sights without getting excited. Before I knew what was happening, my pussy had begun boiling and throbbing at a tremendous rate, growing hotter by the second, and I could feel the trickle of that cunt juice beginning to seep out and flood the crotch of my panties. I became acutely aware of my breasts too-they seemed to have doubled in size, especially in the nipple, and pressed against my bra with extra power-and of a storm rapidly building up inside my body.
Most of all, I was conscious of being pulled apart at the seams. A part of me welcomed the sight, I've got to admit that, and responded to it with all the animal heat my body could muster. Another part, the one I'd been trying to encourage and build up, cried out in disgust at the sight and urged me to rush forward so that I could stop the three from going any further. The result of this conflict was that I did nothing whatever: I simply stood there and gaped, incidentally growing more and more affected by the sight.
"Ooooohh, God, shake that ass!" Terry cried out, stiffening his lithe young body and throwing his cock into the blonde's cunt with mighty lunges that must have sent the head of his prick well into the mouth of her womb. "Get it going, Dianne; fuck that cock of mine and get it on!"
She said nothing, having her mouth stuffed full of Chuck's prick, but she began fucking faster than ever. She had an extraordinary degree Of control over her hips and she ground herself down onto him with a power I would not have believed possible in a girl so young. There was no doubt that she thoroughly enjoyed having his cock in her cunt and that she wanted desperately to make his big balls give up their masculine venom.
It was equally clear that she also loved the taste and feel of Chuck's big prick. She was jacking him off with one hand as she sucked and her fist supplied stimulation to the parts which her lips and tongue could not reach. She used her other hand to stroke her clitoris and nipples as she writhed atop Terry. I watched them as long as I could, positively goggle-eyed at the sight. I don't know that I ever saw anything which affected me so strongly, certainly nothing at such a distance. Finally, when I felt that I would burst apart if I watched them another second, I turned away. That was when I received the second shock of the day.
I gasped but the surprise had robbed my vocal cords of the cry that might otherwise have formed. Mark Cokes stood behind me, not three feet away; a sardonic smile played over his lips. I gaped dumbly, surprised not only to see him standing there but also by the fact that he was quite as naked as Chuck, Terry and the blonde girl. My eyes naturally went down to his hard, muscle-ribbed belly-he had a powerful physique, I noticed in spite of my shock-then to the huge, swollen prick that reared out of the patch of jet-black fur curled at the base of his belly. The tool was curved like a sword and seemed to radiate primitive animal power. I shrank back, unable to say a word.
"No need to leave now," he murmured, "not when they're about to get off so well! Turn around and let's watch them work it on out!"
He took my wrist in his powerful hand arid held me firmly, turning me so that I had to look at the trio in the clearing. The blonde girl still writhed above Terry, except that her movements were even quicker and jerkier now, and she still worked her face around Chuck's cock. Both Terry and Chuck were driving their tools into her at a furious pace and it was perfectly clear that they were nearing a climax. Chuck suddenly emitted a ferocious howl and lifted his weight up onto the balls of his feet, thrusting forward at the same time. I needed no hint to know what that meant: his balls, excited beyond their endurance, were discharging their pent-up emotion directly into the girl's hungry mouth!
Terry now joined his partner in an uproarious ejaculation. He bounced his hips off the sleeping bag and shoved deep into the girl, grunting and muttering incoherent curses as he did so. I could see the muscles rippling in his slender body as he forced the come out. My own cunt throbbed powerfully, and for a second I was afraid that I might lose my self-control and have a climax of my own, simply by watching them shudder with such strenuous joy.
"Yeah, they're flooding her," Mark whispered into my ear. "And she's loving every minute of it too! That's Dianne-she's from Camp Lenatchee and if you don't believe she's ready for some sucking and fucking, you'd better think again!"
By putting it so brutally and directly, he managed in making my own condition all that much the worse. It is exciting to utter the words within my own mind but it is even more effective when I hear them from the mouth of a man. I closed my eyes and reeled, momentarily overcome with weakness, and wondered if I were going to pass out. I survived the moment of giddiness, however, and managed to stay on my feet.
I saw Chuck step back from the girl, his prick already wilting slightly; she smiled and said something to him that brought a grin to his broad, handsome face. She lifted herself off Terry, pausing above him for a moment-it struck me that the removal of his cock must have allowed the sperm to gush from her cunt; I well remembered the free way it could flow out once the man had pulled his "stopper" out of me-and then turned around. She knelt beside him and lavished kisses upon his prick, nuzzling him with a hungry insistence which made it amply clear that she loved the taste of a well-fucked cock.
"Want to go down and join them?" Mark murmured into my ear. "They'd be glad to have some company. And I guess Dianne hasn't worked out all the horniness in them, in case you'd like to help her out!"
"No!" I gasped at once, flushing hotly. "What are you thinking about? I couldn't go down there when they're ... like that!"
A renewed sense of my duty came over me, though that only made matters far worse. I realized that I was serving Pastor Bockhaus poorly, in seeming to condone his son's scandalous behavior with the girl, but I also realized that I would be able to say or do very little that would make him change his ways. Terry's sly independence, quite apart from the fact that I could not be there every day, was enough to insure that he would do exactly as he pleased.
"Oh, so you think it's all right, then, if we bring some girls over from Camp Lenatchee," Mark suggested. "You know, to brighten up the atmosphere?"
"Certainly not!" I hissed, not even noticing that he was pulling me away from the clearing and leading me deeper into the bushes. "I don't mean anything of the sort! But ... ooohh, I don't know what to do!"
I stumbled along beside him, only too glad to get away from the distressing scene in the clearing. After a few minutes I became aware that he was leading me well away from the trail going back to my own camp. I was still too upset to protest, however, and I meekly followed him. When we were well away from Chuck, Terry and Dianne, he led me into a small clearing and stopped there. Before I knew what was happening he had folded me in his arms and fastened his lips to mine. The insidious power of his lips, together with the insistent way his tongue played over my lips, caused my head to reel again, though for quite a different reason this time. I could also feel his stiff prick, laid across my belly like a bar of hot steel; it too sent unusual sensations flickering over my flesh. Within a few seconds I felt my pussy throbbing harder than ever. My nipples ached as he pressed me against his hard chest; in spite of myself I rubbed them against him and shuddered as my breasts burst into a flood of sensual life.
Still keeping his lips fastened over mine-his tongue was now deep inside my mouth, sparking off a flurry of violent reactions within my body-he reached down to unfasten my shorts. I tried to summon up the will power I needed to struggle against him but it was as if my very bones had turned to putty and my mind had become a sodden, molten bowl of jelly-I couldn't make myself resist his advances. He quickly pulled my shorts down around my ankles and then stripped my panties off. My T-shirt and bra went next and then I was as naked as he was. A portion Of my mind still rebelled against this impudent assault but it lacked the resolution needed to stiffen my resistance.
"I knew I was right," he muttered as he dropped to his knees and began kissing my belly and the upper part of my thighs. "You're as hot as a firecracker right now! Mmmmmm, rub that thing over my mouth! Feed it to me!"
His lips had set off a chain reaction in my cunt and I felt myself actually wanting to help him in his insidious plan! That surprised me quite as much as his forwardness; I'd honestly thought that I could control my emotions better than that. It wasn't just that my nipples were aching or that my pussy was flooding with that warm, slippery juice which flowed so readily from the depths of my cunt; it was more a matter of wanting to have him, to open myself up to that monstrous cock of his!
But first, however, he wanted to eat my pussy.
The little devil, he couldn't have picked a better way of ensuring that I'd become even more pliant in his hands. I've always been extremely responsive to a man's lips, no matter what part of my body they might be touching, but when I felt a man begin kissing my pussy I became possessed by devils. The feel of a tongue sliding up and down my slit, spreading my pussy lips wide and probing suggestively at the rim of my cunt, or perhaps gliding over my clitoris, has always made me absolutely raving mad for a cock. This time was no different.
I must give Mark credit for being a masterly pussy licker. He knew exactly how to heighten my desire, how to make my clitoris even more vibrantly alive and stiff with lusty fervor; he could tease me with his tongue and make me hunger for something bigger and harder. My brain, or that part of it which retained a morsel of sanity, shrieked out in dismay at the way his tongue excited me but the rest of me wanted more and more of that delirious treat. I began working my hips back and forth, gently and suggestively, and rubbed my pussy over his mouth with devastating results.
When he pulled his face back from my pussy and looked up at me I suppose I would have done anything he suggested, I was that far gone. The long period that I'd gone without having sex had made me even hornier, I now realized; I'd once imagined that I was learning to overcome my body's demands but now I saw that I'd only learned how to ignore them. They were stronger than ever and I knew that nothing would satisfy me until I felt his stiff prick prying open the interior of my cunt.
He stood up and moved closer to me, moving his cock between my thighs as we stood together. I shivered as the big cock passed between my legs and snuggled up against my pussy, then closed my legs together. He felt huge when I held his cock between my thighs and I could not keep my hips from moving forward and backward, so that the lips of my pussy slid along the top of the big shaft. The friction made me hungrier than ever for him and thus, when he flexed his knees and lowered himself, preparing to launch the meaty bolt up into my cunt, I was readier than ever.
I'm a tall woman-five-foot-nine-and he was only an inch or so taller than I, but we couldn't find the recipe for getting his cock in me that way. Finally I lifted my right leg. He caught me under the knee with his left forearm, holding the leg up out of the way, and then got his prick aimed into the mouth of my cunf. I'd done it this way with Paul once-the memory of that furious, all-out fuck made me readier for Mark to go in me-and preferred it to being laid down upon the gravel and pine needles of the clearing.
"AGGHHH! OOOOOHH!" I groaned when I felt his prong dilate the mouth of my cunt and slip inside the wet, tense opening. "ANNNGGGHH-OWWWWW!"
I must've started coming almost immediately; I felt him going in and then something burst inside my belly, releasing a perfect flood of mighty throbs of pure pleasure. The come rolled over my body in great, crashing waves that left me hanging on him limp and breathless. He had lowered my right leg, once he was securely up my cunt, and it was a good thing, since I doubt that my left leg had enough strength in it to support me, once I'd begun coming. My spasms caused me to writhe against him in anguish and of course my convulsive jerking made his cock move around inside my cunt, thereby making the sensations even more violent. He barely moved, except to press more and more of the huge cock into my cunt; my own twitching jerks provided all the fucking motion we needed.
"Aiiieee!" I whimpered. "Ooooohh, you're killing me!"
He said nothing but I could tell from the way he grabbed the cheeks of my ass and held me tightly against him that he was enjoying it almost as much as I was. My climax merged into a second and then a third mounted within my cunt. Each was stronger and more pervasive than the one before it until finally I felt that my entire body, even the hair dangling over my shoulders, was alive with orgiastic triumph. All those sensations, however, were as nothing compared to what I felt when he took the bit between his teeth and began to drive his cock in and out of my cunt with a furious intensity.
"Ugghhh!" he grunted. "I'm getting it, I can feel it! Ahhhhh!"
Even though I was drunk and half-unconscious with sexual feeling I still had my wits about me enough to know what he was preparing to do. I fucked back and forth as best I could in my weak, dazed condition and then I felt him strike home. His pelvic bone rammed up against mine, almost crushing my clitoris and flattening the lips of my pussy. I could feel every hair on his loins, it seemed, as they merged with mine and scraped into the tender, aroused flesh. Then he gave one final grunt and plunged into me once more, nearly lifting me off the ground in his fury.
"AHHHH! OOOOOOOHH!" I moaned, feeling his cock begin to jump about within my wet, tender sheath. "UNNGGGHH, YOU'RE CUMING! SHOOT, SHOOT IT NOW!"
The fury of his climax took me by complete surprise. I'd forgotten how powerfully a young man can ejaculate, how long his cock can go on twitching and spitting out that lovely, sticky, warm cream. It seemed that something living and brutally strong had been unleashed within my cunt as his cock began spurting. The first, especially strong jets seemed almost to rip a hole in my cunt; I could feel the liquid fire drenching every part of my cunt and flooding up into my womb. Never before had I felt a man's ejaculation with such completeness. His cock seemed to swell up to twice or three times its already-huge diameter when it spat out those bursts of fiery lust and each drop sent additional shudders of fleshly delight coursing over my battered body.
He continued fucking me for a long time after he had shot his load that time. Perhaps he hoped that he could come again, even though his climax had been a prodigious one, or perhaps he wanted to feel me come again. If his hope was the latter, he worked in vain, as I could've told him; my cunt and pussy had lost all semblance of feeling by that time. It was as though his prick had been shooting novocain rather than love cream into me. Finally he tired of his work and stepped back abruptly, without saying a word. I swayed upon weak legs but managed to hold myself upright as he looked at me. There was a savage, wild light in his eyes which I couldn't decipher. After looking at me for a moment, he abruptly turned and walked out of the clearing.
CHAPTER TWO
Naturally I resented being left alone like that but what was there to do? Mark had disappeared into the bushes, moving like a shadow, and for a moment I could almost have thought that no one had ever been there. The warm trickle of cum from my cunt would have been enough to dispel that idea. I squatted down to allow the warm, sticky fluid to drip directly onto the ground and after a moment I wiped off my pussy, using my fingers. Man-cum has always intrigued me: I'm fascinated by the way it is at once sticky but also slippery, for example, and I've always loved seeing a cock at the moment of orgiastic completion. The way that stuff can squirt out always thrills me and I love holding a man in my hand when the supreme joy possesses him.
I wiped the stuff off my thighs-they were coated with it; he had shot off at least a quart, it seemed-and ran my fingers over my pussy again. That felt good, since the post-orgasmic numbness was wearing off, and for a moment I was seriously tempted to play with myself for a longer period. I resisted that impulse and cleansed my hands as best I could by scrubbing them with dirt. Then I dressed and started making my way out of the clearing to which he had taken me.
I'm a good woodsman, I've always believed, and it takes a lot to get me lost. Thus I found the main trail easily. There was no question of resuming my trip to Lone Falls Camp; what if Chuck and Terry, not to speak of Mark, were still there with that girl? How could I possibly face them, I asked myself, after the things I'd already seen and experienced that day? How, in particular, could I chastise Chuck and Terry for their abominable conduct when I'd been quite as depraved in my own?
When I got back to camp my panties were sodden with the remainder of Mark's cum, which had seeped from my cunt as I had walked. The crotch of my shorts was damp but fortunately the stains were not noticeable. I quickly removed my clothing and washed it, then showered and made extra sure that I'd lathered away every trace of his exuberant discharge. I couldn't wash away the memory of his cock, however; I seemed to be able to recall every nuance of feeling with the most incredible totality.
There was still the problem of the campsite and my responsibility for it. I owed it to Pastor Bockhaus to supervise the boys in their work, at least the part which he had hired them to do, and I couldn't shirk this duty. I would simply have to be firmer, I told myself, and to make sure that I kept a more resolute grip upon my emotions. I decided to go back the next day and to act as though nothing had happened. I'd attempt to brazen it out.
Something had happened, though. Mark's prick had the most curious effect upon me, leaving me with a post-orgasmic glow that lasted for hours. Long after the effects of that frantic fucking session should have worn off I could still feel his cock inside me, almost as intensely as when it had actually been there, and I could also feel his hot sperm flooding over the sensitive membranes and bathing me with liquid, fiery lust. The more I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind the more intensely they haunted me. I spent a restless night and got very little sleep, though I managed to find the strength to avoid taking the most obvious step-I sternly refused to give in to the gnawing pressures and give myself relief with my fingers.
Strangely enough, the more I fought to obliterate every memory of that disgusting session with Mark the more I remembered it. I berated myself bitterly for my weakness, reminding myself that I must set an example for the children at the camp who had been entrusted to my care, and these moments of self-accusation had some slight effect. Within a few moments after lecturing myself, however, I'd realize with a start that I was again reliving that moment of shuddering ecstasy with the impudent young man.
When I set out the next morning for Lone Falls Camp I vowed at every step of the way that I was going to act as though nothing had happened, no matter how Mark might look at me. I realize now, of course, that by concentrating so hard on resisting him I only fastened my attention upon the reason for resisting him. That is, in determining to fight against the subliminal magnetic pull between his cock and my pussy, I was in effect fastening my attention all the more thoroughly upon just those organs:
Dianne was nowhere to be seen when I arrived at the boys' camp that morning. They were all at work clearing brush away from the site we had picked for the main cluster of tents and I had to admit that, whatever else they had been doing, they had certainly made a considerable amount of progress in clearing the area. A number of large trees had been felled and trimmed; they had even dug up one of the stumps and covered over the marks of the excavation. Frankly, I was very surprised at the progress they had made and said as much, trying to make it sound as complimentary as I could. The boys basked in my praise and behaved themselves with the most perfect composure anyone could ask for.
They were all wearing sneakers and cut-off jeans, nothing more, and after a few minutes I became acutely conscious of their naked torsos. They were all handsome young men, well-built and in top physical condition, and I suppose almost any female would have felt a few warning twitches at finding herself in the company of three such handsome specimens, all nearly nude. No one mentioned Dianne or the appalling events which had occurred the day before; you might have thought that we were all the most serious, upright group any church pastor could have hoped to have working for him. After complimenting them again on their work and settling upon plans for the next phase of the operation, I took my leave and started back to my own camp.
Looking back on it, I'm positive that I didn't linger or dawdle anywhere upon leaving their camp. As far as I can remember I walked at the same steady pace I always used when out in the woods. Nevertheless, after I'd gone about a mile, I suddenly looked up and saw Mark standing in the trail in front of me. Again he was stark naked, except for his sneakers, and again that stupendous, spine-tingling cock of his had reared out like an angry, meaty spike! He watched me start with surprise, then pause in mid-step, paralyzed by the entrancing vision I beheld. I could feel my nipples and pussy growing at a furious pace and a dark, red fog of lusty emotion began gathering in my brain.
"There's a little clearing up this way," he said after a moment. "I've got a pad and a blanket up there."
With that he turned and moved off through the bushes, saying no more. When I put it that way, it will seem as though I willingly followed him, though I can honestly swear that nothing was farther from my mind. I can distinctly remember a feeling of shock when I felt my feet begin to move, taking me along the dim path he had followed; my mind told me not to do it but nothing I could do would stop my feet from moving of their own accord. T followed him and after about two hundred yards the trail broadened out into a small, rectangular opening.
As he had said, there was a sleeping pad and a blanket spread on the sun-warmed turf. He lay upon it, having removed his sneakers, and watched me approach. I walked as though I were in a trance, though I was all-too-aware of his presence and especially of that huge prick that reared out from his loins. I advanced toward him and stood meekly at the side of the blanket.
"You might as well get undressed," he said. "It wouldn't be any good with your clothes on."
I looked down at him for a moment, stunned, and then had a momentary flash of good sense. I turned to flee the clearing and the awful temptation lying there before me. Of course, the effort was useless; he was quick as any cat and caught me before I'd even reached the trail. His powerful fingers clamped around my wrist and brought me to a quick halt. Once I was in his grasp, it seemed that all my resolution evaporated and I became a meek, humble slave to him. He led me back to the blanket and pad he had spread out and brought my hand down to touch his cock. I flinched when my fingers touched the hot, stiff flesh but then grasped it firmly.
"That's the way," he murmured softly. "Just hold onto it and feel it for a minute. Let it grab you, that's good sense. Go on-skin it back, jack me off a little. It'll give you that good horny feeling!"
I don't know how he knew where to attack me but somehow he had picked the weakest spot of all in my armor of self-protection. I've always loved holding a prick, ever since that first day that Jerry put my hand on his prick, and manipulating the skin covering the hard shaft. The sight of that loose skin rolling off a lavender-hued tip, gradually exposing more and more of the mushroom-shaped head, has always made my body shriek with lusty excitement and brought my senses to the utmost degree of arousal.
My hand moved of its own accord and began pressing back upon the thick, hot cock. I saw the foreskin rolling back and felt my pussy throb more powerfully than ever. I was close enough to him that I could smell the scent of dried, stale sex upon him; the heated hard-on gave the odor a special piquancy and made it stronger than it would otherwise have been. I stripped the foreskin off the head and pressed it all the way back until the head bulged out like a lewd, obscene toadstool sitting upon an immense, fleshy stalk.
"Fuck me with your fist!" he murmured, smiling as though he knew exactly how his words would strike into the depths of my heart and make me even readier to follow his perverted instructions.
I shuddered and did as he said, though a small voice inside my brain kept warning me that I mustn't cooperate with him in any way. The urgency of that voice was as nothing when compared to the ferocious longing that had seized my loins in a vise-like grip. I could no more have made my hand stop working along his cock than I could have stood on my head! I watched the pink skin glide down over the tip of his prick, covering it almost completely, and then recede, allowing that flaring tip to emerge in all its sensual glory.
After a moment of that I was completely in his power. He saw that he had gained his point and he stepped back, pushing my hand away from his cock as he did so. He told me to undress myself and I began pulling off my shirt and bra, giving no thought to the enormity of the crime I was committing. If he wanted me naked, then naked I'd be-I could think of nothing but that. He lay on the blanket and watched; his dark eyes roamed over my body and warmed me even more. When I'd peeled off my panties and stepped out of them he motioned for me to turn around so that he could examine me completely; I found myself doing so and felt the lips of my pussy growing even bigger and more alive with feeling as I displayed myself to him. I could see that he liked my figure-as well he might; if I say it myself, there aren't many women, and certainly none 'aged thirty-three, who have a better figure than me-and that it excited him to see me stark naked. I turned back to him, facing him, and spread my legs wide apart. I felt a compelling urge to show him my pussy, to allow him to look into every part of that overheated, ultra-tender slit, and I even went so far as to spread the lips wide apart with my fingers.
"Get down here and suck me for a while," he ordered after a moment. "Let's see how well you can eat cock!"
Again I meekly obeyed his command. He could have told me to do anything, I truly believe, and I'd have done it. I was that far gone along the way toward sexual oblivion. I knelt between his legs and bent over his huge cock; again the scent of past sexual encounters assailed my senses and made me wild with the desire to have him in every possible way. I lifted the big rod gently, tilting it to a vertical angle, and then popped my mouth over it. It was so big that I could take it into my lips only with some difficulty but the reward for doing so was even more incredibly stimulating than I'd ever have believed.
The satiny softness of his prick's head glided easily against my tongue and I began licking him with long, powerful strokes. My tongue seemed to have developed a mind and will of its own. I forced my mouth far down the shaft of his cock, going further and further until it felt that the head of his cock was halfway down my throat, and then began moving my head around him just as Paul had taught me to do. I'd learned to love sucking that man's cock, even to relish the feel and flavor of his come splashing into my mouth, and I found that that love had never died at all.
"How do you like it?" he asked. "That's your own cum on it, you know; yours and Dianne's too! Yeah, after you left I went back to the camp and got it on with her. God, she went wild when I fucked her with your cum still on my cock; it really turned her on!"
Strangely enough, the news didn't sicken me, as you might have expected. If anything I felt another twitch of erotic fervor when I learned that his cock had been in Dianne's cunt after it had pleasured mine so strenuously. Ordinarily I would have been disgusted at the thought of sucking any man, much less one who had been in another woman but now I only sucked him all the harder. That, I suppose, could be taken as a mark of just how lewd and abandoned I had become.
The longer his cock stayed in my mouth the more excited I became. I honestly believe that I'd have had an orgasm then and there, without even touching my painfully swollen pussy, if I'd continued working my lips and tongue around that huge cock. Never had I felt anything so intoxicating! After a few minutes of this, however, he told me to stop and to mount him. At first I attempted to straddle his loins, hoping to guide that immense cock up into my cunt, but it developed that he wanted me to feed my pussy to him!
Naturally I made the change, since I remembered only too well the fantastic sensations which had flowed through my pussy and cunt when he had eaten me the day before. I got over him as he requested and fitted my opened loins down over his face. If he had done a superb job on me the day before, then there are no words to describe the way he licked, sucked, tongued, chewed and ate my pussy now! His lips went absolutely wild, touching me everywhere, and his tongue played over my excited flesh like a wild thing. I shuddered when I first realized what he was doing, but he even tongued my ass-hole! No man had ever so much as touched me there and now he was busily working his tongue over that tight little opening, probing it and making me feel sensations I'd never known before.
"Ah, you've got a sensitive ass-hole too!" he murmured, drawing his face away for a moment. "That's nice to know but right now I want to get some cum out of you! Let it go, let it go right in my mouth!"
His words excited me almost as much as his tongue had done and, when he again touched his lips to my swollen clitoris, I felt the powerful emotion surge up within me and then boil over. I ground my pussy against his face in a wild, heated flurry of movement and felt his tongue go darting into the mouth of my cunt, lapping hungrily at the hot, sensual oils which my climax had released.
"Aiieee! Ooooohh!" I wailed, jerking back and forth on him as the mighty waves of pleasure crashed through my body. "Anngghh-owwwww!"
Mark continued sucking harder than ever, as though my first come made him more anxious than ever to suck me off to completion. His big hands clamped down over my hips and held me in place. I could feel my cunt tightening up again and then exploding with renewed power, pouring out another massive jolt of orgiastic delight into his mouth, and then he made me come a third time. It was as though he could not get enough of having me that way; I must admit that I wholeheartedly relished the idea too and cooperated fully with him.
After my third climax he slipped out from under me and approached me from the rear, intending to bury his prick in my cunt, dog-fashion. I halted him momentarily, turning upon one heel to kiss his full, wet lips; the sight of my cum smeared over his lovely face warmed my heart and I desperately wanted to taste my cunt on his mouth. The moist, musky essence of feminine sexual excess again inflamed my senses with desire and after a moment I gladly dropped down onto my hands and knees to present myself to him.
Never having been fucked in this position before, I was uncertain what to do. I quickly learned, though, and he bellied up to me and guided his cock into place. The kneeling posture seemed to draw the mouth of my cunt up into a smaller space and I felt his cock better than ever. It seemed that he was far larger than he had been the day before, though I knew that this was impossible, and for a moment I wondered if perhaps he would tear me apart in his rage to penetrate the hole. He succeeded, however, and then I felt that wonderful, unspeakable fullness as he plunged into my cunt. His cock felt like a hot sword as it sliced into me, searing and burning its way deeper and deeper; he sheathed almost all that huge tool at once.
I shrieked out as I felt myself being invaded and stretched to the breaking point. His balls swung forward, brushing against my clitoris-the inward thrust of his cock had pushed the pussy lips inward, bringing the clitoris at its apex all the nearer to the base of his prick-and bringing another gasp of strangled, agonized, painful joy to my lips. Mark held my hips firmly in his hands and began fucking me with long, swiveling strokes. Again and again he plunged into me, thrusting deep and then withdrawing so that the very head of his prick was again resting in the mouth of my cunt. My excitement had generated enough of that cunty lubricant to ensure an easy passage for him but still I felt him as I'd never before felt a man. He seemed to be a good three inches deeper than any man had ever been before; it wasn't until later that I discovered that being fucked dog-fashion allows a woman to feel a man's prick to the utmost.
He fucked faster and faster and I began throwing my hips from side to side as he skewered in and out of me. By doing this, I made his cock probe into all the nooks and. crannies of my cunt, rubbing over all of them, and the added pleasure this gave me became so intense that I wondered how I could stand it any longer. Then, just as I felt that I was about to pass out from sheer sexual joy, he began to cum. He might have fucked Dianne, as he said, but it had done nothing to diminish the bull-like power of his balls. They gave every indication of being packed as tightly with hot sperm as the day before and the hot cream came gushing out of his cock at a furious clip. The spasms sent me into another flurry of orgiastic delirium and I began to come too. My cunt clipped and grabbed at his cock, as it sometimes does when I am being excited to the utmost, and attempted to squeeze even more of that delicious hot cream from the big rod.
Of course, I came again when I felt his prick blasting off those incredibly strong jets of steaming juice. The convulsive spasms spread quickly over my body, entirely overcoming me so that I'd have fallen into a limp heap had he not been holding me by the hips, and lasted for several minutes. Eventually they tapered off, of course, and left me with the most delicious feeling of sexual fulfillment. More than ever before, I felt that I'd helped a man reach the highest peaks of sexual pleasure and of course I knew that I'd ventured into areas of delight which few women ever experience.-
When Mark released me and gently lowered me to the blanket I lay there, weak and breathless, as he moved around and dangled his cock in front of my lips. Ropy garlands of cream hung from it and the entire tool was coated with our cum. I accepted it, though I could hardly move; the exciting taste of hot, fresh cum was enough to put new life into my weary body and I began sucking him in a more animated fashion. For a moment I thought perhaps he was actually going to come again-the prospect of having him shoot off in my mouth again made me suck infinitely harder!-but I was wrong; he had exhausted his balls with that mighty flood of cum he had shot into my cunt. When it became clear that I could get no more of that salty love-brew out of him, he got off the blanket and left.
"Come back day after tomorrow," he said, pausing at the edge of the clearing and turning slightly toward me. "I'll keep my prick out of Dianne till then; you'll be able to suck me off right then!"
CHAPTER THREE
The warm, comfortable feeling, which enveloped my body after Mark had pulled his big cock from my cunt and left, stayed with me longer this time, leading me to wonder if perhaps I wasn't becoming somewhat addicted to that fierce, all-pervading pleasure he could give me so well. Again I luxuriated in the feeling of his come seeping from the mouth of my cunt and I cupped my hand over the soft, furry mound so that it ran over my fingers. I took a very real and extremely sensual delight in bathing my fingers in that flood of hot, sticky love cream and I found myself rubbing it over all of my midsection. I even lifted my hand to daub a generous coating of the cream over my nipples; it gave me a curious pleasure to see them bright and glistening with the concentrated essence of his balls. The sight affected me so deeply that I even lifted one of the big globes to my lips; by straining my neck to the utmost I could suck my own nipple-in my most agitated moments, when masturbating, I have sometimes done that to myself and have always found it sexier than words could possibly describe-and taste of his salty cum. The taste affected me quite as much as the feel of my lips and tongue against my nipple and I discovered that I'd teased myself into a state of sexual arousal so extreme that I couldn't help what I did next. I fell back onto the blanket, clutching my pussy and shuddering with powerful waves of ecstasy as my fingers worked their way deeper into my cunt.
Wordless cries of ecstasy forced their way out of my throat as I felt my womb being tortured into a state of total arousal by my desire. I thrust both index fingers into the mouth of my cunt and pried at the opening; the feeling of being stretched to the utmost made me quiver uncontrollably and I fucked into my hands with quick, jerky strokes. My thumbs came together over my bulging clitoris and massaged that throbbing cone of sexual feeling. More of Mark's hot cum ran out of my cunt once I'd opened it with my fingers; I could feel the thick cream running over my fingers and seeping down into the crack of my ass. An incredibly sensual feeling came over me and I wanted sexual pleasure in the most degrading, perverted forms possible. If Mark had come upon me at that moment I am certain that I'd have attacked him and forced him to do things to me so bizarre and unusual that I hadn't even dared think of them before.
Being so highly aroused, it is no wonder that I began coming very soon after pushing my fingers into my cunt. The waves of joy poured out of my womb, running through my cunt and concentrating in my clit, which acted as a funnel and also as a sort of sexual intensifier, making the orgasmic surges immensely more powerful. From the clitoris they rapidly spread over my body and soon I felt as though I were coming from the top of my scalp to the eiids of my toes. Again and again the jolting waves of pleasure coursed through my body until they peaked with shattering force. I gave a weak, whimpering cry and fell back on the blanket Mark had left there, utterly spent and trembling with nervous exhaustion.
It took a supreme effort of my will to get me up and moving. I managed to dress, though it was a halfhearted job, and began wearily plodding back to the main camp. I could barely force my legs to thrust ahead and by the time I arrived I was so weak I had to stop at the edge of the campground and rest. Had any sexually experienced camper seen me at that moment, I am positive I'd have been easily recognized as a thoroughly fucked woman. I felt as though I were at least a hundred years old, though the contented aura of sexual satisfaction still remained very real and present with me.
A small crisis had developed a moment after I'd sat down to rest and, after trying to ignore the outburst for a few minutes, I dragged myself over to see what could be done. That task accomplished, I found another that needed doing and so it went, one thing after another, for the rest of the day. I barely had time to consider my tired, aching body, much less to wash off, and thus when I went to bed that night I discovered a ripe, pungent odor of passionate sexuality wafting up from my pussy when I finally pulled my panties off. They were soaked with that heady mixture of pussy drip and male cum, naturally, and the combined fluids had ripened to a fine degree of headiness. My brain reeled when I sniffed of them-they were absolutely sexual.
I'd originally intended braving the shower room and the certainty of a cold shower but, made reckless by the scent of my earlier misdeed, I put the thought out of my mind. Instead of showering and freshening myself, I slipped naked between the sheets of my cot, clutching my panties to my face and deliberately exciting myself by inhaling deeply of the leftover sex. All my cares of the day slipped away as the odor of hot, mindless fucking inflamed my brain with desire. I clutched the panties to my nose with one hand, slipped the other between my thighs and lay face down on the cot. This posture allowed me to clench my hips and fuck into my hand, something that I found attractive in the extreme, and also allowed me to rub my overheated, supremely sensitive nipples into the sheet as well. Thus I worked myself into my third climax of the day, or, perhaps I should say, into the third group of climaxes; the truth is, I was so excited that I experienced several of those marvelously stirring flashes of sexual exhilaration in succession. They mounted in intensity, swelling to a crescendo of frantic lust, and when the last flicker of joy died out within my cunt I again felt that exquisite sense of completeness which I'd earlier felt with Mark.
The following morning I awoke in a different frame of mind. My first conscious thought upon awakening was of my own shameful behavior the day before. One thing which forced this realization home upon me was the deplorable condition of my cunt. Mark's love cream had dried on my slit during the night and it made the lips of my pussy itch in a most fearful way. Reaching down to relieve that bothersome itch, I discovered that the lips were sealed together; his jism had dried like glue and had, in a sense, welded the lips of my pussy firmly together. I had a difficult time for a moment when I pried them apart but I managed to get the job accomplished. Miraculously enough, I did it without exciting myself-this was probably because I was giving myself a firm lecture about my waywardness and making devout resolutions that I was going to spare no effort toward gaining a more complete control over my body's responses.
The scent which arose from between my thighs was even more overpowering in its sexuality that morning. I started for the shower room, determined to rid my body of that telltale scent, and then stopped even before leaving the tent. If the odor was so offensive to me, I reasoned-and, at that moment, I am perfectly sure, I really thought it was offensive-then surely it would repel Mark too when I visited the boys' camp again. I couldn't conceive of anyone wanting to have anything to do with a woman who reeked so strongly of stale sex and thus I deliberately avoided applying any water to the area between my legs.
I discovered just how wrong I was when I appeared at their camp on the second day. At first I'd intended not making the visit, more to show young Mark that I wasn't about to obey his whimsical commands, but then it occurred to me that I could make my point even more effectively by appearing at their camp and ignoring him altogether. How little I knew myself, even then! And how little I knew him too!
I left the main camp full of good resolutions and firmly convinced of my ability to withstand whatever temptation he might dangle in front of me. I can laugh at myself now when I look back to that morning and remember the bold, jaunty way I set out, so sure of myself and of my ability to control my emotions. My confidence held firm all' the way to the other camp, though now I wonder if perhaps I wasn't merely doing an extra good job of fooling myself. Certainly my behavior at the camp, once I'd reached it, varied tremendously from what I'd expected of myself.
The boys were hard at work when I arrived and I could see that they had made considerable progress since I'd last examined the campsite. A larger area had been cleared, several trees had been felled and trimmed, the logs being stacked neatly to one side of the clearing, and the woods were ringing with the sounds of their busy axes. Mark gave me a brief, inscrutable look when I walked into the clearing and then went on with his work. Terry and Chuck laid aside their axes and took me around the area, pointing out the parts they intended working on next, and I saw that they had really been devoting a considerable amount of thought to the project. Perhaps I was estimating them wrongly, I told myself; they certainly gave every indication of being much more serious about the project than I'd believed.
"That looks very good," I told them, "and I like your plans, too. The way you're going, this site will be ready a lot quicker than anyone expected."
"That's because we're working at a sensible rate," Terry told me, giving me a curious little smile which, had I only known it, meant disaster for me and my fondly held hopes of controlling my emotions. "We work hard for a while but then we take a break and rest up for the next round of work. In fact, we're just about ready now to take a break. Why don't you stay around awhile? Dianne's coming over to help us enjoy it; you could help too!"
I recoiled, taken aback at the knowing, insolent way he looked at me. His dark, sparkling eyes seemed to strip the clothes from my body. I could tell from the expression on his handsome young face that he knew I had spied on them earlier, that I'd witnessed the shameful way Dianne had behaved herself with them; I struggled to find a way of putting him down satisfactorily but before I could do so Chuck walked up beside me and seized my arms in a firm grip. His fingers went around my wrists, not hard enough to hurt but firmly enough that I knew he meant business. Mark also came toward me and my heart sank when I saw the grim, determined look on his face. It was abundantly clear that they weren't going to allow me to walk away from their camp unfucked.
"Looks like we're going to have to teach you that same old lesson all over again," Mark fold me as he came to a halt in front of me and began unfastening the front of his cutoff jeans. "You just won't face up to how horny you really are, will you? You just can't see that your cunt's dying for more fucking!"
His words struck cold terror in my mind, but they also raised a flurry of a warmer, much more physical reaction within my heart. A surge of anticipation spread from my heart out to my nipples, infusing them with warm life, and then darting down to my cunt, where it attacked my clit and the lips of my pussy with a directness I could hardly believe. The sight of his cock, when he stepped out of his jeans, helped the latter reaction immensely; I couldn't help gasping softly when I again saw that utterly sensual rod in all its naked beauty. It was already half-hard and it dangled menacingly from his loins. The head swelled out the covering foreskin tautly and made it more exciting; the tool resembled a big, thick arrow.
Chuck and Terry began fumbling with the button of my shorts and soon had them sliding down my thighs. I clenched my knees together too late to keep the shorts over my panties; the paralyzing effect of seeing Mark's heavy prick had kept me from reacting quickly to prevent myself from being half-stripped. I was even gladder than ever that I still kept to the old-fashioned ways and wore panties. Some of the older girls at camp, those in their mid-teens, flaunted the fact that they never wore underwear and at times I'd felt very old when I heard them talking. Amy Krueger, for example, told me flatly one day that she loved the feeling of her shorts digging into the lips of her pussy and that she chose extremely tight-fitting shorts, hoping that the crotch of the garment would slip between the folds of the slit and outline it more enticingly for the boys she knew.
Mark laughed at my attempts to keep my knees together and my clothes in place. He came toward me and began caressing my flanks and hips. I shuddered as his finger tips ran over my flesh; he had a light, gentle touch that inflamed my senses far more than a stronger caress would ever have done. He was deliberately exciting me, I knew, but I could do nothing to prevent him from touching me wherever he chose. His fingers slipped down to my naked thighs and I had to concentrate fiercely to keep from involuntarily opening them for his questing touch. He avoided my panties and the flesh under them, not that his touch wasn't sufficiently inflammatory without nearing my pussy. I could feel the hot blood lust rising within my body, weakening my resolution with every beat of my thumping heart, and I knew that it wouldn't be very long before I collapsed entirely and succumbed to his will.
"You don't want to run away, do you?" he murmured, continuing to play his maddening fingers over my flesh and making me want to cry out in frustration. "You probably want to take your clothes off yourself, don't you? Sure, you'd like to strip for us, to show off that body of yours! Hell, we don't get a chance to see boobs like yours every day and we sure don't get a chance to get our cocks sucked the way you can do it! Wow, and that pussy of yours! Just thinking about sliding my dick in that hole makes me hard all over!"
"You can't be serious!" I groaned, trying to twist out of the boys' grip but failing. "I'm much too old for you; I'm nearly old enough to be your mother! And you don't want to do those things to me anyway; I ... I haven't washed myself since ... since you attacked me the other day!"
"Huh? You mean that pussy of yours has been getting ripe with all that cum I shot off in you?" he asked, drawing back and looking at me in a way that informed me that I'd made a drastic mistake in telling him about the unwashed, overripe condition of my slit. "Wow, we've got a really hot one here, guys; I shot a damned good load up her hot cunt the other day and now she's getting hot again! Mmmmmm, you just know she's going to be the best eating ever!"
I could hardly believe my ears but there was no mistaking the deadly serious tone of his voice; he meant every word of it. Chuck and Terry, too, found my statement highly invigorating and began tugging at my shirt, trying to get it over my head. Mark stopped them, assuring them that I'd soon undress for them and thus save them the effort. I blurted out a refusal to do anything of the sort, though even then I was beginning to suspect that the lad might well be right. He told them to hold my hands back and proceeded to excite me in a way that turned my supposedly firm resolution into hot, quivering jelly, just as my pussy turned into a similarly hot, throbbing mass of excited, man-hungry flesh.
He stood directly in front of me and touched the tip of his cock to my thighs. As he ran the swelling head of that lovely fucking tool over the inner surfaces of my legs I felt my clit give a decided leap, threatening to jump off its moorings, and then the electric shocks of sexual joy began pulsing over my body harder than I'd ever felt them before. He moved closer to me and lifted the big shaft, which was growing harder by the minute; I watched it inch up to my pussy and could scarcely keep from crying out with eager joy. He teased me mercilessly, bringing the head of his cock so close to my bulging love mound and yet not touching it; I knew that I'd be able to feel its sensual power even through my panties and longed for that exhilarating touch. When the rod had grown out to its full length he inserted the tip between my thighs, aiming it up high so that it nudged against my feverish slit, and I gave a soft, whimpering moan of agonized sexual distress. He laughed at that; it seemed to give him a special kind of pleasure to torture me to the limits of my endurance.
"Yeah, you're digging that," he murmured softly. "You really love to feel a cock up snug against your hole, don't you? It makes you think about how it's gonna feel when I really start shoving the meat into you, right?"
"Ooooohh, stop, please!" I whispered weakly, knowing that there was not an ounce of conviction in my voice. "You don't know what you're doing to me!"
That was exactly the problem: he knew only too well what he was doing and he took a great deal of wicked pleasure in doing it. I can now see that he was one of those men who especially delight in teasing a woman into a state of absolute sexual hunger, so that she will be only too willing to do whatever depraved act his ingenious mind might suggest, but at the time I hadn't so much as suspected that people like that even existed. He continued to rub his big prick against my pussy to arouse me even further. I felt his animal warmth seeping through my panties, infecting my body with his desire, and I knew that I wouldn't possibly survive the day without another application of his cock. No matter how he wanted me I'd have him, I knew that; the most depraved, perverted act imaginable would have been bliss to me at that moment.
"There. She's in the right mood now," Mark said. "Let go of her-she'll be glad to-take her clothes off and give us a good show, won't you? And you'll even undress these guys, right? If they need to get their pricks stiffened up, you'll suck some life in them, huh?"
It was only at that moment that I became fully aware of Chuck and Terry as sexual objects. For some strange reason I hadn't before considered fucking them; my attention had been focused solely upon Mark. Now, upon hearing his words, I realized that I was liable to be fucked by all of them! I was to be made the victim of a gang-bang, a term I'd heard used before only in a joking manner, but now there was to be no joke about it. At that moment I knew that all three of those boys were going to fuck me and, strangely, I found the prospect a thrilling one, though earlier I'd have been horrified at the very thought of such a deed.
That only shows the extent to which Mark's strange power had affected me: he was able to make me want the most unimaginable things and to glory in them. When he stepped back, removing his cock from between my thighs, I wasted no time in removing the clothes from my body. Turning then to Chuck, I opened up the front of his jeans and slipped them down his thighs and then did the same for Terry. All of us were now as naked as we'd ever been.
Terry's prick, that immense pussy-stretcher, was already as hard as a bar of iron and needed no attention from me. Chuck's cock, however, looked to be in need of attention and I proceeded to give it to him. Kneeling before him, I took his cock in my hand, grasping the shaft between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand; I cupped his heavy, dangling balls with my left. I forced the foreskin off the head of his prick and exposed the big, lavender-hued tip; once the skin was peeled back I could see a gray-white ring of stale come resting in the deep groove separating the head from the shaft. The cock had a rank, heady aroma that became stronger when the hot blood rushed into the shaft, infusing it with warmth and stiffening it; my brain reeled with frantic desire. Ordinarily I would've found such a cock disgusting in the extreme. Now, knowing that I was looking at the residue of his past fucks with Dianne, or whatever other little bitch he could find to spread her legs for him, I found it lustful in the extreme.
"Yeah, he didn't wash it off last night after Dianne and Marcia left," Mark told me, noticing the way I was examining the tool. "That's their cum on there, along with some of his cream too. Go on and eat it-you'll like the taste, I bet!"
I found my head inclining forward of its own volition. My lips went around the big head of his cock and my tongue closed upon the instrument. I found that the taste of yesterday's fucking had an immensely powerful effect upon me: it made me supremely aware of my pussy and of its throbbing, insistent desire to be spread wide open by exactly the sort of tool I held within my mouth at that very moment; it made me realize that I desperately wanted my own cunt to be covered with the hot spray from a man's gushing prick.
"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, working my face about his cock and digging my tongue hard into every part of its surface.
I ran my tongue around the deep groove behind the head of his prick, collecting the greasy leftover come resting there; the stuff had an utterly sensual effect upon me and made me want to be fucked more than ever. I lavished kisses upon his big cock-it had grown out to its full size now and throbbed heatedly within my mouth with a hard, insistent beat-and sucked it as hard as I could. Feeling it grow and stiffen only made me want it all the more eagerly; I'd almost completely forgotten about Mark in my eagerness to serve the youth.
"MMMM, GIVE IT TO ME!" I cried, tearing my mouth off his flesh and looking up at him in a beseeching fashion. "I WANT TO BE FUCKED; I WANT IT IN MY CUNT!"
"That's the way to ask for it," Chuck told me, "but I've got other plans for you right now. I want to pop my nuts off in your mouth! But if you suck me off real good and swallow all that hot cum, we'll let you fuck one of the other guys, how's that? Isn't that generous?"
I shuddered with excitement when he described his plans for me. I knew that sucking him to a climax would make my pussy even more painfully aroused and that I'd respond even more heatedly to whoever it was that finally speared the mouth of my cunt. While I'd have rather had the fuck then and there, I could tell that I was going to have to follow their orders or be left with nothing at all. My desire had already reached such an overwhelming peak of frantic intensity that I could do nothing except accede to their plans. Thus I put my mouth back over Chuck's cock and began sucking him again.
My style didn't please him now, however. He instructed me to wet his cock with my saliva and to grasp him firmly with my fist; he wanted to fuck his prick into both my hand and my mouth at the same time. I was only too willing to follow his suggestion, especially since it promised a quick release for his own passions and thus shortening the time when I would feel a big cock spreading the mouth of my cunt wide and plowing deep into my body. I began sucking and jacking him off in the way he had specified and shortly felt his body begin quivering with expectancy. My left hand still cupped his big balls; the sac felt almost solid with lusty arousal and I knew that his balls would contain an immense load of that hot, salty cream that I wanted so much.
Chuck did not allow me to finish what I'd begun. At the moment when I felt his body lurch into the final lap of his race toward sexual joy, he pulled away from me and directed me to hold my face still with my mouth open. He began jacking himself off, running his own fist up and down the length of his prick with lightning-fast strokes, and kept the flaring head of the tool aimed directly into my mouth. I shuddered with anxiety, knowing only too well what was coming next, and prayed that he would be able to bring himself to a speedy climax. I held my mouth ready and when he gave out with a low, quavering groan of delicious pleasure and thrust forward, almost touching the head of his cock to my lips, I knew that he was about to cum.
The first spurting jet of his juice, hot with passion, spattered against my cheek, and the succeeding shots covered the rest of my face with his incredible pouring. After shooting off several hot rounds, he brought the tool between my lips again and shot the rest of it directly into my throat. At first the sight of his gushing cock had paralyzed me but when I felt it sliding into my mouth and covering my throat with that warm, thick cream I couldn't contain myself any longer. I have a shrill, whimpering cry of my own and began sucking him again. He released the hold he had fastened upon his prick to grasp my head and pulled me down onto the active rod; he began fucking into my mouth with short, choppy little thrusts, grunting ferociously each time his cock slid back and forth over my mouth. His cum flooded my mouth with big, strong bursts of masculine sexual fervor. For a moment I had difficulty in swallowing fast enough to keep that precious cream from dripping out of my mouth but I was determined that I'd have it all, every invigorating drop of cream. I succeeded in my goal and managed to take all of it, except, of course, for what he had shot onto my face; even that I managed to taste, since he pulled his prick from my mouth and swiped it over the strands of sperm running down my cheeks and then made me lick it off him. When he finally stepped away from me, grinning with pleasure, I felt exquisitely aroused and knew that my pussy would flame up into an inferno of lusty delight as soon as someone tried shoving a prick into me.
I didn't have to wait for that incredible pleasure. Terry was there, a broad grin on his face, and he motioned for me to lie back on the grassy clearing. I did so, bringing my knees up high and spreading them wide, but then discovered that the little imp had plans of his own. Instead of giving me his cock at once, as I'd hoped, he bent over me and began licking my pussy! I could hardly believe it when he put his face between my thighs and touched the tip of his tongue to my swollen, dripping pussy. The scent of dried, warmed over sex only fired his lusts all the more and when I felt his tongue playing over my cut and gliding between those inflamed lips I couldn't contain myself any longer. I lurched up against him, jamming my slit into his face, and felt my insides being mauled by an orgasmic explosion of fearsome magnitude.
"ANNNGGHH! OWWWWW!" I howled, shuddering from head to foot. "I'M COMING! OOOOOHH, YOU'RE SUCKING MY CUNT; YOU'RE LICKING THE CUM OUT OF MY CUNT!"
He ate me with a solid relish that made my climax harder than I'd ever have believed possible. Feeling his tongue darting in and out of the mouth of my cunt, scraping over my clitoris and then returning again to the honey-rimmed hole leading up into my body, I could do nothing but cry out with hearty wails of sexual delight and thrust against him as hard as I could. I even felt his tongue glide over my ass-hole a few times; he was totally shameless and delighted in doing whatever brought a sexual response from me. like me, he found a sexual organ was even more lust-provoking when it carried the taste of yesterday's sex and he ate my pussy with a gusto which made my climax stronger than ever.
Once he had sucked me through that first cum I felt my hunger for prick returning stronger than ever. I don't know if I'm peculiar in this respect, but being tongue-fucked has a strange effect upon me: I can cream with great force when a man is licking my pussy but no matter how violently the orgasmic waves flow through my body, I'm always left wanting to be fucked more than ever. The application of a tongue to my slit seems to leave it in a cramped, congested state which can be eased only by the application of a long, stiff rod and thus I felt hornier when he rose from between my thighs and turned to face me. I could see the wetness on his lips and, knowing that his mouth would taste of my own hot cunt, I felt a ferociously strong desire to kiss him as he guided his prick up into the innermost parts of my body. His tool swelled out to an enormous length and I knew that it would provide me with just the sensations I most wanted.
Just as he was settling between my thighs and bringing the head of his cock up into place, aiming it between the lips of my pussy, we were interrupted by a squeal of excited interest. I twisted about on the grass and looked toward the direction of the sound; my heart leaped into my mouth when I saw Dianne approaching. She bounded across the clearing toward us and came to a halt just beside me, looking down with the utmost interest.
"This is Ann Gooden," Mark told her. "She's supposed to be in charge here."
"Yeah, and it looks like she's going to charge up Terry's batteries for him!" the girl said. "Wow, she's really turned on! You'd better give it to her good, Terry; I'll bet she can take everything you've got to offer and then some!"
"She's the one I was telling you about before," Chuck added. "The one some of us thought was so hung up? Man, you oughtta seen her going down on my prick a while ago! She was eating dick like it was going out of style! And talk about lapping the cum, you'd have thought I was shooting out honey!"
"Hey, surprises come in all kinds of packages!" Dianne exclaimed. "But I never thought she'd be that hot for it!"
Even though her sudden appearance had surprised me greatly, it had done nothing to stifle the wild, raging hunger that played through my loins. I'd reached down to grasp Terry's cock and was rubbing it against the lips of my pussy as they talked; the feel of the sensuous rod against my flesh made me want to feel it in a much more emphatic way. Dianne suddenly stooped down to look between our torsos-Terry was leaning up to look at her and she could see my hand working up and down his cock-and she exclaimed with pleasure when she saw what I was doing.
"Wow, that's great!" she said, looking at me with a new respect. "Hey, how about you 'n' me having a fucking contest? I'll get hold of Mark here and we'll see which one of us comes first, how's that? Let's find out if you're really any hotter than I am!"
I couldn't bring myself to reply to her bawdy suggestion, though it made me wince with pleasure. Mark told her that she would have to be quick on the trigger if she were to climax before me but she appeared not to take him seriously. She stripped off her T-shirt and shorts in near-record time, revealing a perfectly shaped body with breasts somewhat larger than I remembered from the one time I'd seen her with Chuck and Terry. She flopped down onto the grass beside me and motioned for Mark to get himself into place, which he did; he had no compunctions about fucking her with me watching from a yard away.
Though I'd never have said so, being too prudish, I'd have stressed Mark's warning to her. I knew that I was as highly aroused as I'd ever been in my entire life and I had no doubt that I could begin coming as soon as I felt Terry's swollen, overheated prick spreading the lips of my pussy and digging into the mouth of my cunt. The taste of Chuck's love cream and the feel of his cock as he had shot his load into my throat, the way Terry had licked my pussy into a frenzy of orgiastic delight, even the way Mark had excited me by rubbing his prick over my thighs and pussy all had worked together to bring me to a peak of sexual feeling. I wanted Terry's cock in a way that I'd never wanted any man before. Always before, when fucking I'd wanted to feel a particular individual, a real person, entering my body and filling me with his lust. Now, in .contrast, I simply wanted a prick-it could have been attached to anyone, it made no difference to me. My body had become so fully aroused that I was hardly conscious of Terry as an individual; I only knew that he had the tool I wanted with such overpowering hunger and that it would fuck me into a wonderland of excited release, thereby easing the savage pangs that played through my cunt and the rest of my body. I was so thoroughly aroused that I barely realized that I was entering a new phase of sexuality, in fucking Terry while Dianne was there beside me, and probably this extreme state of sexual tension is what allowed me to carry through with the contest she had staged.
CHAPTER FOUR
"OMIGOD, GET IT IN ME!" I groaned, unable to repress my fierce desire any longer. "OOOOHH, I'M DYING FOR YOUR PRICK; I CANT WAIT TO FEEL IT FUCKING MY CUNT OFF! I'M SO HOT, SO FUCKING HOT! MMMMMM, DO IT TO ME, TERRY, DO IT NOW!"
"Hey, I'm not ready yet!" Dianne cried out. "You're cheating on me!"
I couldn't wait for her to get herself fully aroused, nor could Terry. I'd inadvertently contributed to his further arousal by fondling his cock and rubbing it against the lips of my pussy while he joined in the lewd conversation with Dianne. When she turned her attention to Mark, accordingly, and began rubbing his prick against her own slit, Terry found his attention directed back to me. His cock must have sensed the animal warmth and eagerness that infused my body and he began inching closer to me. My pussy had a liberal coating of the rich, musky oil which my cunt produced whenever I was excited and this, together with the saliva he had left there when he had been Frenching me, ensured that his big prong easily slipped into the taut, quivering mouth of my cunt.
"AGGGHHHH!" I groaned as that incomparable tool spread my flesh into a big circle and then slipped into the tight, hot tunnel awaiting it. "OOOHH, YOU'RE FUCKING MY HEART OUT! MMMMM, YOUR COCK'S SO FUCKING BIG, IT'S TEARING MY CUNT ALL TO PIECES! GET
IT IN, HURRY! AHHHHH! I'M CUMING ALREADY; I CANT HOLD IT BACK ANY MORE! AIIIEEE! MMMMMM! UNNNGGHHH!"
I later discovered, when watching one of the boys fuck Dianne, that a prick has a curious effect upon a pussy when it plows into the crevice hidden between the cunt lips: the initial thrust, especially, depresses the flesh around the vital opening, driving it inward so that it seems to shrink back from the marvelous penetration, and this pressure tightens the flesh around the cut. Thus, that tender little nub, so exquisitely sensitive to any kind of pressure, receives a decided stimulation from the entrance of a prick into a cunt, even though nothing touches it directly. That was what happened to me on that occasion and the effects were cataclysmic. I felt my clitoris give a decided ping of outraged feeling and then begin throbbing with a powerful, insistent beat that meant only one thing: my climax was upon me already and was going to run its own headlong course!
It seemed that a big fist suddenly gripped my womb and cunt, squeezing them in a grasp of unimaginable strength and wringing all the pent-up emotion from them. I shrieked out with joy when I felt the' onset of that monumental explosion and then lapsed into a series of shrill, wordless cries as the pressures within my body mounted higher. Again and again those long, shuddering waves of orgasmic pleasure poured out of my excited cunt, infusing my entire body with lusty joy. The long period of sexual arousal without relief now paid off in a climax that ripped through my body and shattered my soul with its force.
Terry drove his cock in and down without regard for my pleasure, though in truth I can think of nothing that would have been more effective than the brutal, selfish way he thrust his tool into my hot, quivering cunt. He sensed a climax of his own building up in his big, semen-packed balls and he drove directly to his own personal goal. Once he had crammed all his long, thick tool into my cunt he began fucking back and forth with quick, driving strokes that sent the head of his prick thudding up against my cervix, lending even more delicious pangs to the spasms which radiated out from that tightly packed tunnel. At the apex of each stroke the wiry mass of fur at the base of his prick slammed into the lips of my pussy and the hard, bony mass behind that hair flattened my tender flesh. I quickly discovered that, by coordinating my motions with his, I could grind my pussy against the base of his cock when he was in me to the fullest extent and gain another kind of pleasure from his fucking action. I could also rub my throbbing, tortured clit into the base of his belly by jerking my hips downward and I added that movement to the flurry of hip thrusts and grinds which I threw up at him.
I could feel his balls, big and heavy with lust, slapping against my ass-hole when he drove his cock home and that excited me too. I'd never before realized just how exquisitely sensitive my ass was but that experience brought it home to me with powerful clarity. Had he chosen that moment to transfer his prick from my cunt to my ass-hole, I know that I'd have accepted it without hesitation; I was so fully excited that I'd have done anything of a remotely sexual nature if only it promised to give me more of the pleasure that now infused every pore of my body. Terry wanted only my cunt at that moment, however, and he fucked away at me with a strength that made my climax endure far beyond what I normally experienced at such times.
Of course, the presence of Dianne, and the sound of her lusty cries as she exhorted Mark to fuck her harder and deeper-like me, she enjoyed the feel of a big cock probing into the uttermost reaches of her cunt-made me even more excited. I was vaguely aware of her and some of the sexual electricity she and Mark generated in their own frantic coupling drifted over to lend even more erotic power to my own situation. Virtually all of my attention, however, focused on my cunt and on the immense, restless fucking tool it contained. Terry worked the big rod in and out faster when he felt himself nearing his climax. I sensed the extra urgency in his speedier thrusts and fucked back at him as hard as I could. I lifted my legs higher along his body, bringing the mouth of my cunt up a trifle and opening my body even more completely to him. He drove into me deeper than any man had ever been before and then began to come.
Perhaps it was due to my extraordinary state of sexual arousal, but at the time I believed that his ejaculation was even stronger than the lightning bolts of sexual joy which Mark had fired into my cunt. I felt his big cock swell up, seeming to expand to at least twice its regular size, and then that first, incredibly strong spurt of hot cum shot out and bathed the rear of my cunt with liquid fire. His cock became intensely alive and leaped about madly within my flesh, saturating me with his scalding cream time and time again. He held himself deeply planted for a second or two, long enough for his trembling tool to fire off two of those hot jets of love cream, and then began fucking me again, harder than ever. He whipped his prick in and out as fast as he could in an effort to create more friction against the trembling head of his rod. I squeezed every muscle of my body, hoping to make my cunt tighten around his prick, and shuddered with new Waves of orgasmic joy.
Terry's climax naturally heightened my own cream and I could feel my cunt almost melting around his cock. My entire being, body and mind together, were infused with lusty arousal and satisfaction of the most intense kind. I could have laid there forever and felt his enormous prick shooting jism into my cunt; even now I can vividly recall the savage thrill of holding his tool as it emptied itself of every vestige of passion and lust. I continued to rub my loins against his dong after the big rod had ceased to spurt out its hot, thick load. He remained plenty hard and, though he had temporarily lost his desire, he was willing to remain inside me. I held onto him tightly and began fucking myself against his cock, feeling another climax beginning to form inside my cunt.
"OOOOOOHH, YOU'RE STILL HARD!" I murmured wonderingly. "MMMM, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THAT WONDERFUL COCK! JUST KEEP IT LIKE THAT, TERRY; I'LL FUCK US BOTH INTO ANOTHER CUM. I KNOW I WILL! AHHH, IT'S IN ME SO DEEP, SO FUCKING DEEP!"
Dianne and Mark were throwing themselves at each other with gusto as I began a slow, sensual weaving motion that was to lead to my second series of orgasms with Terry. They cried out at each other, inciting themselves and each other to greater heights of sexual endeavor. I chanced a quick look over at them and saw that Dianne had brought her legs so far up that the calves of her legs were actually resting on Mark's broad shoulders! This extreme position resulted in her cunt being held high in the air; I could actually see the thick shaft of his prick sliding back and forth into the honey-brown mass of fur masking her pussy. The sight of his cock entering her body had a powerfully erotic effect upon me and gave added strength to my fucking motion. I began throwing myself harder against Terry and soon felt my reward taking shape deep inside my cunt.
"UNNGGHHH!" I groaned, working harder as the climax loomed larger. "I'M GOING TO CUM AGAIN! AGGHHH! I'M CUMING, I'M CUMING AGAIN! MMMMMM, I'LL NEVER STOP CUMING: YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK ME FOREVER!"
My enthusiasm grew warmer with every pounding thrust of my cunt.. I surged upward violently when I felt the delicious explosion inside my loins, releasing my passion once more. Terry snapped out of his post-orgasmic indifference and began humping into me again, lending another source of savage delight to my orgasm. He fucked furiously for a moment, giving a compelling thoroughness to the convulsive spasms of lusty joy that ripped through my midsection, and then eased off when he saw that he wouldn't be able to cum again any time soon. My work had been only too effective, he said; his balls were depleted and he couldn't summon up even a vestige of sensual arousal.
Dianne and Mark, however, were in the throes of a long and frantic culmination to their fucking session. He was hammering his prick into her over and over, bringing soft, panting gasps of joy to her lips; she quivered excitedly as he worked his prick in and out of her love-slick cunt. I looked over just as his cock burst into flowing life and saw the joy that spread over his handsome young face when his balls released their sperm. Dianne threw her head back and shrieked with anguished pleasure. She obviously relished the feel of a big cock shooting hot cream into her cunt and she gave herself over to her pleasure with a rare, dedicated enthusiasm. I then discovered that a woman's face, however beautiful, becomes transfixed with a special loveliness when she is feeling those delicious spasms of orgasmic wonder spreading through her cunt and making her entire body hum with sexual joy. Dianne was not unattractive-her regular features, her clear complexion, her blonde hair gave her something of an ail-American girl look-but at that moment, with Mark's prick lodged deep in her cunt and her cut throbbing powerfully, she became a truly beautiful girl.
"Mmmmm, what a cunt-twister!" she murmured after a few moments. "Baby, you know how to let it all hang out! I thought I was dying for a minute!"
"What a way to go!" he replied. "That cunt of yours, it was sucking me just as hard as it could! A cunt blow job, that's what it ended up being!"
"Speaking of blow jobs," she said, "I didn't get a chance to go down on you before. Are you going to be ready to let me eat you a little?"
"I wouldn't pass that up for anything," he assured her. "Any time you're ready, baby, I'll feed you the meat!"
My own cunt gave a convulsive twitch upon hearing that. I remembered mouthing Mark's cock when it was covered with our love juices and the thought sent hot flashes of desire coursing over my body once again. Terry noticed my reaction, since his prick was still solidly planted in my hole, and it gave him an idea which made my clit throb even harder. He suggested that he and Mark switch partners for that phase of the act. I was already so excited that I couldn't help agreeing, and Dianne greeted the proposal with a special enthusiasm which I wouldn't have expected from one so young; I later discovered that she had had even more sexual experiences than I and that she spent quite as much of her time in thinking about them. She urged Mark to do it, saying that she was extremely eager to taste Terry's prick after it had been in my cunt, and the boys quickly made the transition.
I reached down to finger my slit as Mark straddled my shoulders and brought his dripping prick down toward my lips. His rod dripped with cum and it was altogether the most sensually affecting thing I'd ever seen. If anything I found it even more exciting simply because it had been in another woman's cunt that might be taken as an indication of the extent to which I'd already been corrupted by the boys. He thrust the hot, wet rod down to my mouth and I closed my fingers over my pussy as I opened my mouth. I could feel a warm, thick trickle of Terry's love juice ebbing from the lips of my pussy; I rubbed my fingers into the sticky cream and began rubbing it over my flesh. The sensation of his love juice spreading over my pussy gave me a great deal of pleasure, though this was as nothing compared to the savage thrill I felt when I closed my lips around his cock and tasted the unique ointment covering its surface.
I could clearly distinguish between Dianne's delicate, sweetish cunt juice and the stronger, saltier flavor of Mark's cum. The two tastes combined to give my senses a decided jolt and once again I felt my body tensing up for yet another storm of sexual pleasure. I curled my tongue around his cock and sucked him as hard as I could when he began fucking into my mouth. He drove the head of his prick far back into my throat but I managed to take it without gagging. My fingers dug deeper into the mouth of my pussy and a thicker flow of Terry's cum flooded my fingers. In rubbing the sticky cream into all parts of my pussy, I gave my ass several caresses. Finding that that tiny opening was still highly sensitive, I concentrated more attention upon it and before long, to my surprise, I was finger-fucking my ass-hole with one finger of my right hand while I was stroking my pussy and clit with the fingers of my left hand.
"Hey, she's doing it to herself!" Chuck announced, having taken up a position between my legs which enabled him to see my fingers working. "And Dianne's giving herself a hand job too! Wow, you guys oughtta see the sight; both of these babes are just too much! Wow, they're really giving their cunts a workout!"
I mentally congratulated Dianne for her thoroughness as I continued sucking at Mark's prick. He didn't fuck my mouth with any purpose except seeing me lick the cum off his tool, though I was getting a thorough sexual pleasure from it, and it wasn't long before I could feel the storm preparing to erupt from deep within my cunt. A momentary flash of shame and guilt passed over my mind, a reminder that I shouldn't be behaving like this in front of young people to whom I was supposed to set an example, but the overall stimulation was far too intense-for such a weak-minded thought to have any effect whatever. I lavished kisses upon Mark's prick and dug my fingers into my body harder, seeking a release to the tension which had built up deep inside my cunt.
I soon had my cunt in a state of uproarious orgasmic pleasure once more. Mark's cock worked back and forth in my mouth, inevitably reminding me of the way it had pistoned in and out of my cunt two days before. The taste of his cream, mingled with the flavor of Dianne's hot little cunt, was enough to make my mind stagger under the weight of the powerful waves of sexual ecstasy and thus I orgasmed once again. Even though the lusty storm dinned in my ears I could hear Dianne's frantic moans as she too worked away at her own body and sucked at Terry's cock with all the lascivious power she could muster.
"The nice thing about being a woman," she told me after the boys had crawled off us, leaving us alone for a few minutes, "is that we don't have to get hard to be horny. We can do it over and over again, you know."
"Yes, but there's a limit to what the boys can stand," I pointed out.
I quickly learned that the girl hadn't intended any reference to the boys at all. My eyes widened with horror when I found out exactly what she meant; it gave me a considerable shock to discover that she wanted to fuck with me! Naturally I'd encountered a few cases of lesbianism during my career as a camp counselor; in any girls' camp there is--likely to be at least one girl eager to corrupt the more willing of her peers. I'd never before encountered a homosexual girl who was so good-looking, however, nor had I any experience with girls who wanted their sex both ways.
Dianne laughed with genuine delight when she discovered just how naive I was. She assured me that she wasn't a lesbian; the thought of devoting herself exclusively to girls, she said, filled her with a vague sense of nausea. She did, however, enjoy an occasional change of pace, a relief from the constant prick-consciousness of boys, and it was this sort of experience which she had planned for me. I expressed my horror in no uncertain terms and stated that I had no intention of behaving in any such manner.
My rebellion had a very short life. It took only a sentence from Mark to bring me around; he reminded me of my own dangerous position and how a casual word to his father could easily dislodge me from my position with the church. I saw that I was completely boxed in and that I wasn't going to have any choice in the matter-if the boys wanted me to perform perverted acts of that sort with Dianne, then that is exactly what I'd have to do. Dianne's eyes glinted happily when she saw the expression of sullen defeat come over my face.
"That's okay," she told me. "You might hate the thought now but I'm going to teach you to love games with girls. After all, it's just another way of balling; why, I could start eating your pussy and you wouldn't know whether it was me or one of the boys here who was giving you the head!"
I scoffed at that and there was my undoing. They promptly ordered me to close my eyes and to assume a position which would enable them to prove her statement. Fearing the consequences if I disobeyed, I complied with their request and drew my legs up until my knees were pressing into my breasts. This elevated my pussy and allowed it to jut from between the backs of my thighs, thus laying out the slit for any who wished to taste it.
"Just keep your eyes closed," Dianne told me, "and see what you think about this for starters! See if you can tell who's eating that cunt of yours!"
Almost retching with disgust, I screwed my eyelids together and sucked in a deep breath. For a moment I felt nothing and then someone touched my pussy. I couldn't identify the touch at first; it was exquisitely gentle and also highly arousing. After a moment I could feel a tongue probing between the lips of my pussy, digging into the mouth of my cunt and then sliding forward to glide over my clit. The sensation was so decidedly strong that I couldn't help grunting with pleasure. Of course I couldn't tell who it was that was licking my slit but, imagining that no boy would want to put his lips and tongue to a pussy so ripe with a man's cum I stated that it was Dianne who was eating me. Chuck, who had remained at my head to ensure that I kept my eyes closed, now pulled his hands away and invited me to see for myself. The individual continued to run a hot tongue over my slit, keeping in constant contact, and thus I knew that a switch hadn't been made. I opened my eyes, looked down and saw Mark's face poised just above my throbbing pussy, his tongue gouging into my hot flesh!
"Here, let me have a taste," Dianne told him, pulling him away from me and fastening her lips onto his. "Mmmmmm!" she exclaimed with delight over the taste she found on his lips.
Now I can sympathize with her but at that time it struck me as incredible that anyone, let alone a member of my own sex who had a beautiful face and body, as well as a very real appreciation of the opposite sex, could want to taste Mark's mouth at that moment. Dianne kissed away all the cum from his lips and turned to me. She lowered her face down to my throbbing slit and tongued me gently; I shivered at first and then groaned out in anguish when her tongue began exciting me. She had a way of using her tongue to the maximum advantage and I received the full benefit of her perverted skill. She licked the outer edges of my slit and gradually worked her tongue and lips toward the lips of my pussy; by the time she kissed them I was so alive with sexual feeling that it seemed that her tongue was touching every part of my body. I felt incredibly strong surges of sexual pleasure spreading through my loins and I knew that it wouldn't be very long before they swelled into a crescendo of orgasmic splendor.
"Mmmmmm, nice ass-hole too!" she murmured, pulling her face away to look at that orifice for a moment. "So fuckable!"
"She was fihgerfucking herself in the ass a while ago," ChUck told her. "It looked like she was really enjoying it too!"
My heart pounded hotly when I heard him giving my secret away, though I had no reason to expect any mercy from any of them. Dianne smiled and gave me a friendly, conspiratorial look, as if to say "we'll show them!" She brought a hand up and rubbed my ass with a finger tip; I moaned softly at the touch and tried to control the hot, sensual response which flashed through my body.
"Yes, it's a live one," she murmured. "Okays darling, I guess we'll just have to admit that you're a hell of a lot sexier than anybody ever guessed. Here, I'll give you a little workout, hmmm?"
With that she began fingering my ass-hole and tonguing my pussy at the same time, I shuddered heavily, feeling a rising flood of sensuality within my body, and she began working harder. She alternated caresses with her finger and darts from her tongue; I nearly cried out with agonized delight when I felt her tongue pressing into my ass-hole. She continued to work back and forth from my pussy to my ass-hole, cannily working me up to a state of sexual excitement which reduced me to a mindless lump of quivering anticipation.
Thus I was absolutely defenseless when she told me that she was tired of giving me all the attention. She said that she deserved some special consideration too and that she was going to mount me so that we could suck each other off simultaneously. When I mumbled something to the effect that I knew nothing about eating a pussy she laughed and told me that I had only to do to her whatever I wanted done to me when a man was devouring my slit. That, she promised me, would ensure that I'd give her the best head available. I knew that I was sinking deeper into that bottomless morass of sexual depravity which Mark had pointed me toward but at that moment I was so fully aroused, so totally stimulated, that I readily agreed to suck her pussy.
She got onto me, reversing herself so that we assumed the sixty-nine position, and I looked to find my face only inches away from one of the sexiest looking pussies I'd ever seen. In fact, it was about the only pussy I'd ever seen, always excepting my own; the newness of the sight, together with the knowledge of what I was going to do to it, combined to make it highly arousing. She spread her knees further apart and the lips fell open, revealing the inner contours and the small, crescent-shaped opening leading up into her womb. The slit couldn't have been more than half an inch across, if that much, but I knew my own pussy well enough to know that even so small a cunt could easily be stretched to accommodate even the biggest cock. A thick, translucent coating of sexual juices gave the slit an added attractiveness and a strong, rank scent of sexual excess wafted down to my nostrils. Her ass-hole was perched just above the cuntal opening.
I reached up to spread her flesh wider with my fingers and then lightly touched my tongue to her pussy. The taste of the well-fucked cunt immediately assailed my brain, infecting me with a stronger desire to serve her well; I resisted the first impulse, which was to thrust my tongue deep into her cunt, and contented myself with slow, tender touches that proved in the long run to be even more effective. I'd long ago found that a soft, almost imperceptible touch did far more to make my pussy full alive with feeling and I now applied this knowledge for the first time to another female.
"Mmmmm, you eat pussy like a queen!" Dianne moaned, settling down and holding my own slit open with her fingers. "Get after it, baby; I'll cum all over your fucking face! And I'll suck the juice out of you, too!"
A momentary touch of perverseness made me refuse to eat her as hard and as purposefully as she would have liked. Suddenly I wanted to tease her, to torture her as I'd been tormented, especially by Mark. I wanted her to feel her cunt crying out for release and aching with a terrible intensity. Thus I continued to touch only the tip of my tongue to those parts of her pussy which were less sensitive, though I knew that she wanted me to suck on her clit and drive my tongue deep into her cunt so that she could come quickly. It was a difficult task to restrain myself; the taste of Mark's salty jism was strong upon her slit and it made me want to devour her hot slit. I managed to hold back, however, and she steadily became more insistent.
I began flicking the tip of my tongue over her ass-hole and found that this affected her even more. She quivered mightily when my tongue first touched that rose-like orifice; I felt a strange thrill running over my own body when I saw how powerfully I could affect her. Suddenly all my fear slipped away and I became totally possessed by a surging desire to make her experience the highest level of sexual pleasure possible. I held back from giving her the hard, punishing strokes with my tongue which would bring her off, even though she lavished intoxicating kisses upon my own pussy in an effort to fire me with hunger.
Finally, when I judged that she could stand the pressure no longer, I thrust my lips up hard against the rim of her cunt and shoved my tongue into that hot, tight crevice with all the strength I possessed. I moved my tongue around that muscular opening, caressing its inner surfaces; I knew that this was one of the most sensitive spots of my own cunt and hoped that it would be the same for her. The taste of Mark's cum was even stronger inside her and, mixed with her cunt's hot, musky drip, the sharply erotic flavor made my tongue go wild.
"Unnnngghh!" she groaned against my own pussy
She began sucking at my slit with amazing force, just as I was sucking at hers, and together we licked and sucked our way into sexual frenzy. She was fucking down against my mouth with quick, jerky strokes and I began rubbing my own slit into her mouth, sobbing with ecstatic fervor as I did so. I could feel her cum seeping out faster and faster, saturating my mouth with erotic honey, and I knew that she was lapping the same exotic gruel from my own pulsating flesh. Together we Frenched each other and together we erupted in convulsing orgasms.
"Well, it's pretty clear that you don't have anything against girls," Mark told me when he saw that I'd somewhat recovered from the fierce joy that had rocked my body so heavily. "Mmmmm, I'll bet you have some high old times with some of those fresh young cunts over at your camp!"
"It's not so!" I indignantly retorted. "I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing as that!"
"I think she's right," Dianne admitted, sucking in a deep breath as she slipped off me and curled up at my side. "I don't think she'd ever gone down on a woman before now! But let me tell you something, she really learned how to do it good in a hurry!"
"Yeah, it looked like you. were making it pretty good there," Terry observed.
"Was I ever! If you guys could ever learn to eat pussy that way you'd have more cunt around than you could ever get fucked!"
"I guess the important thing is that we proved to her that she can make it just about any old way," Mark said, fixing a sardonic look upon me and smiling when he saw the flush of shame begin to spread across my cheeks. "Yeah, it doesn't have to be a guy; she can pick up on a cunt just as well!"
"Well, whatever it is, we're going to have ourselves a ball for the rest of the day," Dianne said, turning to me and giving me a warmly conspiratorial look. "You and me, honey, we're going to turn these guys every way but loose! When we pick up and leave tonight their cocks will be dragging low!"
"Maybe so," Mark said, "but you're going to have to do it all by yourself, Dianne. We're sending her back to her own camp. Let her think about all this for another day or two-that way she'll be a lot hornier when she decides to come back. And then we'll show her some more ways she can get a lot more fun out of that slit of hers!"
I straightened up and almost uttered a plea to be allowed to remain. A battered fragment of my pride surfaced, however, and I choked off the shameful request before it could get out of my throat. Instead of arguing with Mark, and thereby letting him see just how eager for sexual depravity I really was, I meekly bowed my head and brought myself to a standing position. None of them said anything as I began dressing and when I walked out of the clearing they were still standing beside Dianne's prostrate body.
CHAPTER FIVE
I suffered fewer guilt pangs after this extended session with the boys and Dianne. Probably I was even then coming to accept this new and altogether different version of myself; certainly I knew beyond any doubt by this time that I could no more control my sexual impulses than I could've uprooted the trees through which I walked. I vividly recalled all the things I'd done as I returned to my own camp and, instead of feeling desperately ashamed of myself, I could feel only a warm, contented satisfaction. I wondered at my lack of guilt but I honestly felt that it would be foolish of me to try pretending that I regretted any of it. Even the perverted experience with Dianne had given me a deep and lasting pleasure which I couldn't deny.
Strangely enough, this new view of myself enabled me to do my work much more efficiently. Instead of wasting time in berating myself, in trying to tell myself that I'd been momentarily overcome by a passing attack of lust, I now knew that my real, inner self had emerged and was firmly in control of my body. What is more, I could now accept this change without regret. I knew that I'd be going back to that camp and that whatever the boys wanted to do would find me as a willing, even enthusiastic, participant. No matter what kind of perverted, depraved sexual act they might suggest for me, I had no doubt that I'd readily assume the position they wanted me to assume and do whatever else had to be done.
I spent the afternoon very profitably, surprising myself by the amount of work which I was able to accomplish. Late that afternoon, just before dinner, I visited the bath house to make sure-that the janitor squad had done a good job of mopping down the shower-room floor. When I stepped inside the small building I knew at once that something was wrong. Stopping dead in my tracks, I listened more carefully and felt a strange, cold chill running over my body.
"Now this is your buzzer," I heard a youthful, husky voice saying from within the shower room. "It might not be very big on you yet but as soon as you start having periods and growing some hair around your pussy you'll notice it. That's what you want to work on when you start balling yourself. See, I'll show you just how to do it. You just take the tip of a finger and run it over this part right here, where the lips come together at the top . . mmmm! Wow!"
The sharp exclamation of joy stirred me out of my shocked trance. Pursing my lips together I strode into the shower room and saw an amazing sight. Amy Krueger, the girl who had extolled the virtue of wearing no panties under her shorts, was sitting on one of the benches; her feet were drawn up high and her knees were spread wide. She had removed her shorts and thus her young, fresh pussy was completely exposed. A group of girls, three of them, sat in front of her; I recognized them as a portion of our twelve-year-old campers. They were watching Amy with a rapt, total interest but they quickly whirled about when I came into the room. An expression of fear spread over their startled faces; Amy continued to rub her clit-I noticed in passing that the nub was extremely large; it was as big as the tip of my little finger and stuck out of her pussy lips like a miniature prick-and to look at me with a mild interest.
"All right, you girls go on to dinner," I said to the young ones, surprising even myself by the gentleness of my tone; they must have been expecting the roof to fall in upon them. "Amy, you stay here; I must discuss this with you."
I watched the frightened girls troop out; their faces showed only relief at being let off so easily. When I turned to Amy she was still caressing her clit and she had an ecstatic expression on her lovely little face. She is about fourteen, I believe, and has very long, very dark hair that falls well below her rather prominent busts. She wore her camp T-shirt; it was pulled up around her waist. A thin border of black, curling hair framed the dark red slit running down between her thighs. The slit shone with a warm fervor; she was hot enough that the entire organ was covered with pussy drip.
"They came in and found me giving myself a hand job," she murmured huskily. "They wanted to know what it was all about so I told them. I think Carol-she was that blonde, pudgy one, remember?-would've eaten me if the others hadn't been with her! God, she was almost raping me with her eyes!"
"Amy, how can you say such things!" I gasped. "And stop that, please-it certainly isn't the way our campers should behave!"
"But what are you going to do when you get a bad case of the hots?" she asked, just as though it were the most natural question in the world. "Jeez, it's been two weeks since I've had a good fuck and I'm about to crawl the fucking walls!"
I couldn't reply to that; I was too shocked to hear such expressions coming from the mouth of one so young. Probably my role as a church worker had insulated me from the realities of life as practiced by the middle-and upper-middle-class youngsters whom I was supposed to oversee; no doubt they put themselves on their best behavior around me, which is the reason I knew so little about their attitudes toward sex. At any rate, I was completely astounded by her forwardness. She continued to finger her pussy and now added her left hand to her right, using the additional hand to probe at the mouth of her hot little cunt. For a moment I remembered the taste of Dianne's feverish slit and I felt an absurd urge to kneel before her so that I could run my tongue over her pussy. Fortunately I resisted that impulse and managed to find enough indignation to be convincing. Amy was too far gone along the trail to sexual completion to hear me, however, and she quickly brought herself into a state of shuddering, gasping completion. I looked about the shower room wildly and almost fled the scene. I remained, however, and witnessed the entire climax. She fucked herself in a knowing, skillful manner and even I could tell that she had had plenty of practice at administering that kind of pleasure to herself. After she had fucked herself through the orgasm she put her feet back onto the floor and sighed weakly. She licked off the fingers that she had used to stimulate the mouth of her cunt, an act which made my own clit throb painfully, and began pulling on her shorts.
"You can send me back home or whatever, I don't care," she said in a low, dull tone. "If I don't find some way of getting my rocks off I'm going flat out of my mind and that's a fact! It's up to you, Miss Gooden; you can do whatever you want to do. But I'm not going to do without my fun, you can bet on that!"
"Go on to dinner, dear," I whispered. "I ... I'll let you know later."
I retained the image of the lustful little girl and her beautifully excited pussy for a long time, recalling every detail of that dainty little slit with a clarity that made me wonder if perhaps I really was a homosexual at heart. When I awoke the next morning, though, I could feel a very strong indication within my body that I was distressingly normal, at least in a heterosexual sense: I awoke with an acute, savage hunger for a prick. Nothing would have suited me more at that moment than a king-size tool, something on the order of the cunt-stabbers that Mark and his friends had, inserted deep between the lips of my pussy and gouging a tremendous climax out of the depths of my cunt.
I saw Amy later during the day but I said nothing of the distressing scene between us the previous afternoon. The lovely innocence of her sweet young face caught my attention and I wondered at the disparity between her looks and the reality bubbling just beneath that beautiful surface. I could vividly recall the look of extreme bliss that had come over her face as the climax had spread throughout her tender young body; there was no doubt that she had had a considerable amount of sexual experience. It would do no good to tell her that masturbation was a terrible thing; I didn't believe it myself, having practiced the solitary art for several years with no ill effects that I could see, and she gave every indication of knowing that it was very good too.
The following day found me waking up with an even stronger desire for a cock thrust deep into my body. I remember that I vaguely told myself I ought to be ashamed, for harboring such lustful thoughts, but I couldn't think of anything except big, hard cocks and the pleasure they could give me. The lips of my pussy burned with a dull, steady heat and I barely managed to get dressed without taking time out for a quick fingerfucking session in my cot. I restrained myself by sheer strength of will, telling myself that if I waited the boys would be able to give me even more frantic pleasure, and went off to breakfast.
I waited around my own camp until about eight-thirty, impatient to be off, and left as soon as I dared. I hurried through the forest and made my way to their camp, growing hotter with every step. All my feelings of restraint and propriety were gone by now; I could think of nothing but fucking and sucking. My entire body burned with hunger, crying out for that sudden, penetrating thrust that would turn my cunt into a whirlwind of lusty joy, and I wanted to taste cum so badly I could almost feel one of those huge cocks spurting its load deep into my throat.
The boys were lounging carelessly on blankets when I walked into the clearing. They were all naked, though piles of sneakers and cutoff jeans showed that they had once been dressed that morning. Dianne was there; she was squatting over Chuck, feeding her pussy to him when I walked into their midst. They gave me a casual but friendly greeting and I didn't need their orders, to begin undressing. The sight of Dianne rubbing her perpetually hot pussy into Chuck's face, let alone the vision of three magnificently hard cocks, was quite enough to give the finishing touch to my own rabid desire.
"Hey, you're just in time!" Dianne told me. "I was wondering if you were going to make it at all or not!"
"Yes, I couldn't get away any quicker," I said, fumbling with my clothes but managing to get them unfastened. "I couldn't have stayed away, no matter what. You've all managed to get me hypnotized by those big cocks!"
"Man, we need another cunt around here," Terry muttered. "Two just isn't enough for everybody to get a pussy at once!"
"Yeah, he's right," Mark said, giving me a penetrating look. "Why don't you check around those campers of yours, Ann? Find one who's pretty good looking and so horny she can't keep her panties on, bring her over and we'll all have a pussy each!"
I thought at once of Amy and her heartfelt longing for sexual action; she would be entirely acceptable to them, I knew. She also seemed to have enough experience to be a welcome addition on that score, though I wondered if perhaps they might not prefer having a virgin so that one of them could have the pleasure of ripping her tender cherry apart. There was still enough decency in me, however, to keep me from mentioning the girl's name, though I nearly did so. I told them that I knew of no such girl and that furthermore I didn't intend to play the pimp for any of them. Even so, I felt a very strong urge to mention the girl's name and I had a distinct impression that Mark, especially, didn't believe me when I said that I knew of no girls in my camp with a strong sexual interest. He gave me a peculiar little smile but said nothing at that time.
"We were all sitting around talking before you got here," Terry said to me, "and we were wondering how you do it to yourself. Dianne here says that girls are a lot different, sometimes, in how they give hand jobs to themselves and we'd like to see how you do it."
"Yeah, give us a little demonstration," Chuck added, free to speak once Dianne had lifted her hot little pussy off his face. "We've seen how Dianne does it and now we'd like to watch you going after it!"
I was at once assailed by mixed feelings. On the one hand, I felt a very strong urge to demonstrate my masturbatory prowess to them, since I could tell even then that it would be highly arousing for them and I wanted to bring their balls to a state of steaming readiness. But on the other hand, I dreaded allowing anyone to see me in a moment of such private ecstasy. Also, I feared that they would find my fingerfucking ludicrous and I hesitated for fear of making a fool of myself. Regardless of my indecision, they had their own ideas and were dead set on making me show them how I masturbated. Gradually my reluctance faded away and I found myself wanting to comply with their depraved request.
Thus I began masturbating for their sexual pleasure as much as for my own. I decided to do it standing up, knowing that the extra pressure upon my thighs would have a decidedly more erotic effect upon me. I used both hands, rubbing the lips of my pussy between my index fingers and bringing the sexual tension within my cunt to a state of tingling, throbbing eagerness. I began swaying to and fro, thrusting my hips into my hands and adding a magical quality to my act of depraved sensuality. When the power within me had built up to the point where I could no longer control it I spread the lips wide and began running the tip of one finger over my enlarged, throbbing clit. That touch was enough to set me off, I was so fully aroused, and I felt my womb turn upside down and empty out a perfect flood of sexual wonder.
"OOOOOHH!" I moaned as the orgiastic pleasure spread outward from my clit. "ANNNNGGHH! I'M CUMING! MMMMM, I'M CUMING ALL OVER!"
I swayed back and forth, shuddering under the powerful impact of the orgasmic waves of pleasure, and the cum poured out of the lips of my pussy. For once I gloried in that warm wetness; I knew that it would show them the extent of my joy and that it would make them even more eager to get their pricks into the source of that clear, hot oil. The boys were astounded at the speed with which I summoned up my orgasm, as well as by the violence of the storm that sped through my loins.
"Shit, I've been trying to tell you guys that a girl can bring herself off in no time at all," Dianne told them. "And you sure don't have to go ramming your fingers up a girl's snatch to bring her off either! Why, there aren't hardly any girls who stick their fingers in their cunts when they're jacking off! All you've got to do is rub that buzzer a little and you're off!"
"Mmmmmm, she's so right!" I whispered, though I could remember with an appalling clarity the way
Amy's fingers had plunged in and out of her feverish slit the time I'd caught her masturbating. "That's all it takes and you can cum so beautifully! Mmmmmm, it was wonderful!"
"Okay, so it was a blast," Terry grunted, chagrined that Dianne had been proven so right. "But there's still a kick to getting a cock up that hole, you've got to admit that!"
"Sure there is," Dianne said, smiling impishly. "Why else would we bother with you guys? Oh, there are dildos and vibrators and fucking tools like that. But, damn it all, they just don't quite have the quality of a good, hot cock!"
Mark tired of this lewd talk motioned for me to stretch out on one of the blankets. He took me in an unusual fashion, pulling my legs far up so that the backs of my knees were resting against his extended arms. I was thus pinned back so that my hips were robbed of most of their usual mobility, though I could still twist them from side to side. This position, I saw, would lift the mouth of my cunt high and open me as completely as possible to his deep thrusts; that alone would compensate slightly for the lack of freedom. He leaned over me and called for Dianne to come over and plant the head of his cock in the lips of my pussy. I could've done it easily but he wanted the special thrill of having her insert his cock for him.
Dianne, the lascivious little bitch, proved to be only too willing to help him and she took full advantage of my passive position, giving my pussy a delicious little caress with her fingers as she spread the lips wide to expose the rim of my cunt. I felt a flame of electric joy running through my loins; my self-induced climax had only primed me for further fucking action, I saw. She pulled Mark's cock down to lodge the thick, flaring head in the mouth of my cunt and he leaned against me, his prick pointing almost straight down. I held myself perfectly still so that I could enjoy the moment of entrance to the fullest.
Our unusual, extreme posture meant that the rim of my cunt was strained into a very tight opening, thus making me much more responsive to the bulging tip of his cock; when he put pressure upon me I could feel the muscles guarding the cuntal orifice being strained to the utmost. He wouldn't be denied, of course, and his huge prick speared into the mouth of my cunt. I groaned with special emphasis, since for once the entrance was almost painful, but the savage joy of being opened to the utmost more than compensated for the moment of discomfort. Once the head was fully enclosed by my cunt, the way was open for him and he wasted little time in sending more of that big, hard lance swooping into my hot, quivering pussy.
Being bent almost double made me feel his prick with a special fullness. He was so hard that the shaft was ribbed with almost sharp ridges of excited tissue and I could feel each of those ridges pressing into the strained walls of my cunt. I surged up against him, discovering a slight degree of upward mobility, and twisted my hips from side to side in a way that made my cunt sway around his cock with a deliciously exciting effect. My movements made the big rod probe into the sides of my pussy and also, of course, heightened that tunnel's pressure upon his cock; he smiled with pleasure and urged me to allow my hips even more movement. I eagerly complied with that request and soon I was fucking away with a quick, grunting intensity that did wonders for my state of arousal. In less time than I'd ever have expected I'd fucked myself into a state of ecstatic delight. One more thrust from him would send my cunt into a fury of orgasmic throbs, I knew, and I cried out in agonized tones, urging him to send me tumbling headlong into an excess of sexual ecstasy.
He slammed his prick into me to the fullest and set off a terrific burst of feeling that began deep in the base of my belly, spreading outward with a fearful quickness that soon had my entire body shuddering with orgasmic delight. He was fucking with a decided speed and intensity that told me to expect an answering response from him very shortly; knowing that he was about to cum I gave a special emphasis to the way I ground my loins around his cock and threw my hips from side to side. Nothing prepared me for the conclusion to that exciting fuck, however, and his next move took me completely by surprise.
Instead of continuing to thrust that magnificently swollen cock in and out of my cunt, as I'd expected, he suddenly withdrew it altogether and came to an upright position. He removed his arms from behind my legs, allowing them to fall down beside him; I was so surprised at the quick change of pace that for a moment I could do nothing. As soon as his cock popped out of my pulsating cunt, Dianne leaned between us-she had been kneeling at my side ever since she had planted his prick in my flesh-and began sucking his cock loudly. For a moment I lay there, my cunt throbbing and pounding hotly as the climax continued to surge through my loins, and Dianne continued sucking him. I could hear the liquid, slurping sounds as she worked her hot lips up and down the wet, slippery shaft of his prick.
"OOOOHH, FUCK ME!" I cried out when I managed to recover my senses enough to realize that he intended finishing in her mouth. "AGGHHH, I'M CUMING ALREADY; I WANT YOUR COCK AGAIN! UNNNGGHH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME AGAIN!"
He .ignored me and concentrated on working his prick in and out of the girl's greedy mouth. She was jacking him off and sucking at the same time and it was only a moment before he threw his head back, stiffened his body and thrust into her waiting lips with a powerful lunge. I could see the unearthly expression of sensual delight spreading over his face; that alone would have been enough to tell me that Dianne was getting the load I had wanted for my own cunt. She began grunting lustily too, however, and there was no doubt that his hot, salty come was even then blasting into her mouth and coating her throat with its creamy essence. I cried out again but there was no relief. My hands went down to my pussy, clutched at the throbbing flesh; I drove two fingers into the mouth of my cunt and began plunging them in and out, seeking to give myself the final touch of pleasure which he had denied me by taking his cock away.
The fingers were not nearly as effective as his prick, however, and moreover I lost the marvelously effective sensation of feeling his prick shooting out that thick, scalding cream. Dianne, whom I'd been coming to consider a friend, proved her own deviousness by taking some of his cum and spitting it down onto the lips of my pussy; she kissed my slit warmly and ran her tongue over my clit in a way that distributed a small portion of his love cream. I cried out with special anguish when I felt his cum spreading over my fingers but they were adamant: I wasn't going to be allowed to feel his cock spurting the juice into my cunt.
"That's just to teach you not to lie to us," Mark told me, his voice cold and determined. "The next time we ask you to bring some extra cunt with you, I don't want you acting like you were keeping track of a herd of frightened virgins over there, understand?"
"Yeah, there ought to be plenty of those little cunts that have had a cock in them before," Terry added. "Hell, I'll bet there isn't a cherry in the whole fucking camp! They're probably all over there right now eating each other out like crazy, or else fingerfucking up a storm!"
I still retained that final shred of decency and wouldn't admit that any of my campers would be suitable for their depraved pleasures. My heart cried out piteously when I imagined young Amy, for example, being subjected to the same kinds of humiliation which they had forced upon me; even though my body responded wonderfully to their shameful treatment I knew that they were degrading me and I didn't want one of my campers being subjected to that kind of brutality. When I again refused to cooperate with them Mark laughed and moved from between my legs. He looked over at Chuck and Terry, nodded significantly and pulled away from me.
Mark and Dianne settled down beside me as Chuck and Terry began telling me about some other things they would like to do to me, if only I'd cooperate with them in their efforts at corrupting some innocent young girl. Had I known then just how far young Amy's sexual experience had already gone, or even suspected at the depths of lust within her young body, I wouldn't have hesitated for a moment in giving them her name. I still believed that she had been bluffing me, though, and that her expressed desire for sexual action had been pure talk and nothing more.
Chuck tried to describe the special delights of having a man approach me from the rear, sinking his prick into my cunt dog-fashion and, after wetting it thoroughly in my overheated tunnel, removing it and aiming it up into my ass-hole. Despite the wickedness of the deed I found that his words had a powerfully exciting effect upon me. The more he described the way he would like to sodomize me the more my pussy lips throbbed with new, urgent hungers.
Being robbed of the final delicious thrill with Mark had, of course, left me with a strong sense of dissatisfaction. This feeling of unease, of lacking something which would make me complete, grew stronger as Chuck continued talking about fucking me in the ass and soon I was as fully aroused as I'd been at the moment when Mark had planted his cock in the mouth of my cunt. Dianne made matters even worse by fondling the boy's prick; I could see her working the foreskin up around the head of Mark's big cock and then stripping it back as I listened to Chuck and the effect was altogether predictable. Terry's prick also bulged out at a ferociously stiff angle, letting me know that he too was highly excited, but he merely sat there and listened to his friend.
A bitter war was being fought within my mind all the while. The fleshly part of me naturally wanted to join in the act which Chuck was describing but I still had a modicum of responsibility, enough to keep my lips firmly closed. Although I'd never felt anything larger than a finger probing at the ass-hole I knew even then that I'd take a full and complete satisfaction in being fucked there; Dianne had already proved to me that I was capable of being aroused and satisfied through just about any means of sexual action.
It was a miracle that one of the boys did not use the threat of blackmail in an effort at convincing me to give in to their wicked request. I feared that one of them, probably Mark, would use that added leverage which their fathers' positions with the church gave them but they didn't mention that possibility. Later, of course, I discovered that they had talked it all out beforehand, with Dianne's help, and had decided that they would bring me around to their point of view simply by applying enough sexual stimulation to make me a willing, abject slave to their most depraved goals. The tactic took a short while longer to accomplish its objective but it worked as effectively as the threat of exposure would ever have done. Furthermore, it did so in a way that further added to my own complicity in their act, since I willingly cooperated in the end.
This is jumping ahead of my story, however. Chuck continued to describe the special way an ass clutched and grabbed at a prick it enclosed; he told me how my bowel would register his cock's progress up my ass with a very unique sensitivity. Dianne now chipped in her part and advised me that I'd be able to feel his climax in a way that was stunningly complete, almost as though it were in my mouth at the moment when his balls erupted into gushing life.
"Why don't you play along with us?" she suggested, giving me a frank, open smile that would have done credit to a twelve-year-old virgin in her innocence. "If you come across and help us find a really good girl, you might even get two of the guys at once-one in your ass and the other in your mouth! Wow, what a blast that is when both those guys start shooting their nuts off!"
I moaned out a frantic request for mercy from them, knowing that I was about as--likely to get it from them as a million dollars, but I couldn't help it. Their words and actions were making me feel my sexual hunger with a terrible acuteness, so that I was aware only of the fierce, nagging ache between my thighs. It seemed that my cunt had swelled shut and that it was throbbing fiercely with each pounding beat of my heart.
They decided that stronger treatment was in order and proceeded to give it to me without delay. Dianne pulled herself up onto her feet and turned her back to me, bending far forward at the waist. Her feet were about two feet apart and thus I had a breathtakingly exciting view of her pussy when she bent her torso down. The fur-rimmed slit, dark and swollen with sexual excitement, peeped from between her thighs in an inviting manner; I thought at first that they were going to have me kneel behind her and excite her with my lips.
Chuck had other plans. He marched up behind her, spreading his own legs far apart, and planted the head of his prick in the mouth of her cunt. Mark had me move around so that I was looking up at Dianne's pussy from between Chuck's thick legs; I could see the flaring head of his prick resting between the lips of her slit. He steadied her by holding onto her flanks and began pushing his cock into place. Dianne groaned, making a sound of exquisite delight as she felt the thick tool piercing the taut, strained opening; the sight was so exciting that I could almost feel it myself as more and more of his prick speared into that fully aroused flesh. I saw the effect that a cock has upon a pussy: it drove the lips inward, pushing them down into the outer fold and it caused her clit to move toward his cock. The thought struck me then that her clit had a life and will all its own-it wanted to touch the big tool sliding into the hot tunnel nearby!
He drove nearly all his big tool into her body before he stopped. Dianne groaned louder and flexed her knees slightly, making her hips dip downward and grind against the penetrating tool. After keeping his prick firmly planted in her cunt for a moment Chuck withdrew the implement and re-aimed it, this time shoving it directly against her tautly stretched ass-hole! My heart nearly leaped into my mouth when I saw what they intended doing; I had a perfect vantage point from which to see every detail as he drove his big tool into her rear.
"Wow, it's already making me feel good!" the girl whispered excitedly. "Just knowing he's going to fuck my ass, it makes me want to cum already!"
I could say nothing, nor could I force myself to look away from the junction of their bodies. He held his wet, shining cock against her for a second and then lurched forward. She swayed away from him, driven by the great strength of his thrust; my clit seemed almost to leap from my pussy and shout with excited lust. Dianne moaned weakly when she felt him trying to force his way into her ass-hole and I could tell that the effort was giving her considerable pain. She seemed determined to accept him, though, and of course he would have nothing except her ass-hole. Thus he launched another thrust against her trembling body and I saw the thick rod dive into the wrinkled eye positioned just above the mouth of her cunt. Again her flesh receded inward; I was surprised that being fucked in the ass could have so decided an effect upon one's pussy. The lips dived inward too, just as though he were sheathing that swollen tool in the more orthodox opening, and soon he had at least half his prick planted in her ass-hole.
"OH, WOW, THAT'S OUT OF SIGHT!" Dianne gurgled. "MMMM, BEING BENT OVER LIKE THIS MAKES IT SO TIGHT, SO FUCKING TIGHT! UGGHHH! BABY, YOU'RE GOING TO SPLIT MY ASSHOLE IN TWO! AHHH, THAT'S THE WAY, NOW YOU'RE FUCKING MY ASS OFF!"
The sight of Dianne had a compelling effect upon me. Lusty excitement surged through my feverish body, exactly as though I were feeling that great cock being pushed into my own ass-hole, and I knew that I was going to have to have a prick shoved into my cunt very soon or I'd go mad with frustration. Chuck didn't spend very long in the girl's bowel. Soon after the bulging head of his cock had disappeared into the girl's ass he gave out a bull-like roar of delighted joy and tensed himself expectantly. He began fucking into her with slow, pounding thrusts that must have been excruciatingly delightful to Dianne; she shrieked out with anguished delight and began humping against him with quick, fluttering movements of her hips. I could see the cheeks of her trim, boyish ass jiggling as Chuck pounded into her harder and then he straightened up and launched the final bolt into her body.
"AURRGGHHHH!" he groaned, shuddering heavily. "MMMMM, MY BALLS! OOOHH, MY NUTS ARE COMING OFF! FUCK IT, BABY, FUCK THAT COCK OF MINE!"
I was certain that I was going to start cuming too, even though I wasn't even touching my pussy. The sounds of their frantic joy gave me the most extreme kind of excitement and infected my body with desires as lascivious as any I've ever felt. Had I not been so intent upon watching them fuck themselves into a state of total ecstasy I might well have used my fingers to work the tension out of my pussy but as it was I couldn't tear my eyes or attention off Dianne's ass-hole and slit. I could see her clit twitching as it became an engine of lusty joy; I could see the wet film of cunty oil seeping out of the lust-darkened lips of her pussy; I could see the thick vein, running along the base of his cock, pulse as it directed a channel of molten lust into her ass-hole. She cried out with added joy when she felt his cum spatter her bowel with its lava-like jets.
Chuck gradually drove the remainder of his prick into her ass as he shot out the last of his cream. His big balls, jerking nervously in their wrinkled, hairy bag, moved up closer, to her pussy and then brushed against the lips. I felt another surge of sexual excitement shooting through my body when I saw that; I remembered feeling Mark's big balls against my ass-hole once as he had shoved his meat into my cunt and now, seeing the opposite, I remembered that delicious sensation once more. Chuck leaned against her until his prick had ceased to spurt out the load of cum from his balls. Then he gave a low, weary sigh and pulled away from her. I saw his prick slithering out of her ass and pop clear; as soon as it left her ass-hole the strained mouth closed tightly, though not so much that a thin trickle of his cream didn't escape from its grip.
"That's what it's like to get fucked in the ass," Mark told me, shaking my arm to bring me back to reality. "You could have it just like that too-if you'd only tell us which girl we ought to invite over here!"
"No! Please don't ask me to do that!" I moaned. "You can't expect me to do that; it would be so terrible of me!"
"Ah right, you asked for it," he said. "Terry, get on her and fuck that cunt of hers till you get ready to drop your load. Then pull it out and shoot off on her belly. Or maybe Dianne'll be cranked up again by then and she can suck the rest of it out of your prick!"
"No! Don't let him do it to me that way!" I begged, beside myself with anguish at the thought of being deprived once more of that deliriously pleasing sensation when his cock would begin shooting out hot jets of cream. "Let him fuck me all the way! Ooooohh, you can't know how much I want to feel him shooting off in my cunt!"
The threat quickly reduced me to a whimpering animal but my cries had no effect; whatever upon Mark. If anything they only made him more determined to carry through with his wicked threat. He even told me that he was considering ordering Terry to pull his prick out of me the moment I began to cum; that incredible threat was enough to make tears come to my eyes. I couldn't bear the thought of him vacating my cunt just at the moment when I needed his cock the most. I knew that if they were to carry through with that threat then I'd probably shrivel up before their eyes and die of sexual frustration. Once Mark saw how much I wanted Terry's cock, he was of course determined that I shouldn't have it and thus I only made matters worse for myself.
They were about to carry out their threat, I have no doubt, when I finally capitulated. Terry had already pushed me onto my back and had gotten between my legs when I felt the last vestige of decency snap within me. I looked down at his loins, saw that magnificently sculpted cock aiming straight for the lips of my pussy and wondered how I could possibly survive if he were to jerk it out at he moment my cunt began turning flip-flops and churning out its dance of joy. That thought decided me and, crying out weakly, I gave them the information they wanted so badly.
"Amy! Amy Krueger!" I muttered, not daring to look at any of them as I betrayed my trust. "I saw her finger-fucking herself the other day; she told me she was dying to be fucked! She's fourteen and as horny as any girl I ever saw; she'd love to come over here and play the whore for all of you!"
"Okay, that's good enough," Mark told me. "I'll go over there and get her right now. And just because you've finally decided to be a good girl and play ball with us, you can go ahead and have yourself a fuck with Terry. Leave it in her if you want to, Terry; let her get her rocks off good, huh?"
"Yeah, man, I'll flush that cunt of hers out good!" the youth replied. "I feel like I've got a quart of cum in each ball!"
CHAPTER SIX
Mark strode off in his familiar, long-legged gait, leaving me there to receive whatever sexual pleasure Terry felt like administering to me. Dianne had lowered herself to a kneeling position and then onto her side, so that she could reach between her thighs and finger the flow of love cream that seeped from her ass. She rubbed the milky cream over her body with languid ease and my heart went out to her-she had a well-fucked look about her and I couldn't doubt that Chuck's cock had touched the very core of her highly sensual being. I turned my attention back to Terry, who remained poised between my parted thighs. His bulging cock was still aimed down at the lips of my pussy.
"Are you ready for it?" he asked. "Whenever you're ready, Ann; I want to make this a good one for you because you've really earned it, if that Amy turns out to be even half as horny as you made her out to be!"
"In that case why not fuck me in the ass?" I replied, thinking that the pain of being fucked in the ass for the first time might help assuage the guilt I already felt for having given them Amy's name. "If you really want to make it good for me, then fuck me up the ass-hole! I'm dying to see what it's like to have a cock back there!"
He shrugged, willing to comply with any request I might happen to make, and told me that I should be in a kneeling position in order to receive his prick in my ass for the first time. I twisted about, getting onto my hands and knees, and adjusted myself until I was placed exactly right. Dianne roused herself to check my position. She warned me that I must concentrate on relaxing my body as far as possible in order to make it easier for him to get his cock started up my ass-hole; otherwise I'd find it extremely painful and perhaps wouldn't be able to finish the act.
"You've really got to make yourself relax," she said. "But once he gets it started in good, then it's just heaven all the rest of the way! You'll never regret it, honey; you're going to love being fucked this way!"
She came over to me and spread my buttocks, opening the way to the target for Terry, and he oiled his prick with a palm full of suntan oil. I wondered about the advisability of letting him spear into my ass while he was coated with that stuff, but Dianne assured me that it was perfectly harmless. She also said that since I was already highly aroused it would be better if he didn't lubricate his prick in my cunt, which might cause me to have a premature climax. I had to agree with her; no doubt I'd have begun to come as soon as I felt his prong spearing between the lips of my pussy.
Terry seated his cock and I felt a shudder of sexual anticipation flooding over my body at the touch. His prick was merely resting at the door to my bowel, yet already I could feel intimations of sexual ecstasy growing within me. He leaned against me slightly and the added pressure against my ass-hole made me suck in a quick breath. He paused for only a second and then pushed harder. I felt my ass resisting him but he wasn't about to take no for an answer; he continued pressing against me until finally I felt my ass-hole surrender and open to him.
"Owwwww! Ooooohh!" I moaned as a darting, knife-like pain shot through my midsection. "Annngghh! You're tearing my ass-hole apart! You're cutting me in two! Aiiieee, stop it, Terry, stop it, please! Owwww! I can't stand it any more; it's hurting me too much!"
He refused to pull out of me, though, and after a moment I remembered the suggestion I had received from Dianne. She had told me to relax, to will myself into a state of limpness, and this I now tried to do. Of course, it was impossible to do so completely; my ass was far too full of hot, thrusting cock for me to be able to gain complete control over my muscles. I succeeded to a certain extent, though, and the concentration necessarily made me slightly less aware of the pain. Gradually I became conscious of another sensation: I could feel his prick sliding deeper and I now realized that the sensation was not altogether a painful one. Slowly the pain receded, leaving me with an awareness of Terry's big, lust-stiffened prick that exceeded any feeling I'd ever had when it had been in my cunt. My ass proved to be exquisitely sensitive and, as he drove the tool deeper, I could feel it infusing all my body with lusty arousal.
"Yeah, you're picking up on it!" Dianne whispered, watching my face for a clue to my reactions. "Wow, you're digging it now! Go on, honey, fuck back at him! Grind that ass around his prick! Work it out for him!"
Her obscene exhortation had its effect on me and I began moving. At first I attempted a very weak grinding motion but once I discovered how the movement added to my enjoyment of his cock, I became more daring. I therefore began working my ass in wider circles, giving him a more decided reaction, and found that the sensations of lusty delight became stronger. Soon I was fucking against him with as much energy as I'd ever displayed when a man had been driving his cock into my cunt. I felt his balls slapping against the lips of my pussy-the touch inevitably reminded me of seeing Chuck's balls dangling against Dianne's pussy-and then a ball of flame burst within my body. Unlike a regular cuntal orgasm, this cum appeared from nowhere and was already a raging, swirling storm of sexual agony when I first noticed it.
"AIIIEEEE!" I screamed, quivering powerfully and stiffening my body as the tornado of lust swept through my loins. "ANNNGGHHH-OWWWWW!"
Terry continued fucking into my ass and this naturally heightened my response. I could feel that incredible tool of his plowing back and forth, even though every tissue was shuddering with orgiastic delight, and each stroke of his cock made my climax swell and pound with new fury. He was close to a cum of his own, I could tell, but I was too much overcome by my own lust to be able to contribute anything to his further pleasure. As it happened I needn't do anything-he was content merely to ram his bulging prick back and forth in my ass until his balls erupted of their own volition.
The first surging jet of his ejaculation sent another fantastic thrill over my body; I felt his cum with every fiber of my body. Never had I been so eager to have a lover's prick shooting hot cream into me and never had I felt it with such a total, all-encompassing awareness. His prick shot out spurt after spurt of that marvelously hot cream until my head was reeling with sexual joy. I could no longer support my weight on my hands and knees and thus I gradually lowered myself down to the blanket. He followed me, keeping his prick deeply planted in my rear, and stretched out on top of me to give me the last few thrusts. When his balls had depleted themselves and his prick had given its last, dying twitch of sad satisfaction, he exhaled loudly, groaned and seemed to melt against me. His weight would ordinarily have been oppressive but now, filled with his prick and that magical cream it had blasted into me, I welcomed the pressure.
"Wow, he really rammed it to you!" Dianne murmured, giving me a wondering look. "And it sounded like you were really making it! Aren't you glad you tried it that way? Doesn't it make you feel it all over?"
I had to agree with her; Terry's prick had given me a wonderful sensation and I'd loved every minute of it. I still felt very guilty about having told them about Amy; the sense of having betrayed the trust that the church had put in me still weighed heavily upon me. I couldn't bring myself to worry overly about that, since the climax which had ripped through my body had left me in a state of weariness that completely sapped my energy. I lay back on the blanket to recuperate and to await the next step in whatever lay ahead for me.
We were stretched out on the blankets when Chuck came back into the clearing. I hadn't even realized that he was gone but he returned in an extremely horny mood. His stiff cock speared the air in front of him as he walked toward us; had the tool not been so obviously aroused I'd probably have laughed at the ridiculous sight he presented. He marched straight toward me and lay down beside me, motioning for me to mount him as he lay back. I'd regained most of my strength by that time, as well as more than a trace of sexual interest, and I was ready to straddle his loins. I sat facing his feet and brought his big prick up to touch the lips of my pussy; the tool spread them apart and dived into the proper opening as though it knew exactly where it ought to be. I lowered myself upon him with a groan of delight; my cunt was already highly sensitive and I felt a delicious shudder of sensual pleasure spread outward from my clit when he began going into me.
Thus I was straddling Chuck and writhing away with a great deal of pleasure when Mark led Amy into the clearing. Chuck had seen them coming, of course, and had determined that Amy's introduction to our depraved practices would be a brutal, direct one. She was less than twenty feet away from me when I became conscious of her presence and by that time, of course, it was far too late for me to attempt hiding the extent of my own involvement with the group and their lewd activities. The girl had already digested the scene being played out for her and, when I first saw her, she was looking at me curiously, as though she couldn't really believe what she was seeing.
"My God, you're fucking him!" she murmured wonderingly. "You're really fucking him!"
"I told you she wasn't such a cold fish," Mark said to her. "See, she's really having herself a ball with that cock of his!"
Amy gulped and came closer, bending down to take a closer look at the mammoth tool reaching up into my cunt. (Mark had inquired around the camp until he found her; he had lured her away by telling her that I wanted her assistance for something and that he had been sent to bring her. She had come willingly enough, though her presence was due more to her predatory interest in Mark than in helping me. She had hoped that he would stop somewhere along the trail and make a pass at her, I later learned, and she had been more than a little disappointed that he had done nothing except walk.)
"Miss Gooden!" she exclaimed softly. "I ... I just can't believe it!"
Chuck's big cock had already been in me long enough to make me highly excited and thus I couldn't make myself get off him. I was still writhing upon his prick, working it back and forth in my cunt, and not even Amy's presence was enough to take away my excitement. I soon realized that the girl was looking at me with a new respect, not with the condemnation I'd expected from her. She actually thought more highly of me once she had discovered that I was a slave to my senses!
"B-b-but what am I supposed to do?" she blurted out, looking around with a baffled expression. She saw, from their faces, the answer to her question and immediately broke into a broad, gloriously happy smile. I was amazed to see the look of unabashed joy spreading across her handsome little face; she found the thought of being turned into a whore immensely pleasing. She at once began tearing off her T-shirt and shorts, stripping naked in a flash. "Oh, wow, I can't believe you really mean it! Oh, Miss Gooden, you're a lifesaver, a real gem!"
My astonishment was now complete. Instead of berating me for having betrayed her she was actually thanking me! I was dumfounded but the girl's enthusiasm was unmistakable-she really wanted to prostitute herself for these depraved youths. My heart almost cried out with regret when I saw the youthful beauty of her naked body; she looked younger and more vulnerable than ever when she had removed her clothes. Her breasts were small but tipped with dark, burgundy-hued cones that rested on huge maroon rings of aroused flesh. Her flat belly curved down winsomely to a minuscule patch of dark fur, just thick enough to emphasize the presence of her pussy, and her long, tapering legs had a coltish grace all their own. There was nothing youthful or girlish about the look of outright lust on her face, however.
"God, I haven't had a fuck in so long I think my cunt lips have grown together!" the girl muttered, looking at Terry and Mark with open lust. Mark had removed his clothes by this time and his prick had already swelled out to the horizontal; it reared out of his loins like an angry, lust-maddened spear. "Mmmmmm, what cocks you guys have! I can hardly believe it!"
I was still atop Chuck, naturally, and his prick still speared up into the depths of my cunt. Amy's wild, unbounded excitement quickly infected my flesh with even greater anticipation and I began rocking to and fro harder than ever. I also reached down to run a finger tip over my cut, feeling the need for a more direct form of sexual stimulation, and began shuddering with renewed joy.
Amy looked from Terry to Mark indecisively, uncertain which of them she was to have, and then Mark held out his arms to her and smiled. She immediately ran over to him and leaped up onto his body. She threw her arms around his neck and climbed high onto his torso, gripping his hips with her thighs; I could see Mark's hands caressing her pussy and bringing the head of his big cock up to nudge into her cunt. She cried out with a delicious sound of agonized delight when she felt his touch and lifted herself even higher, bringing her cunt into a more fuckable position. Mark supported her weight easily-she was no more than an inch over five feet tall and couldn't have weighed one hundred pounds-and drove his cock up into her cunt with a quick, pressing lunge that brought a shrieking wail of sexual frenzy to her throat.
"AGGHHH-OWWWW!" she wailed. "OMIGOD, YOU'RE HUNG LIKE AN ELEPHANT! OOOHH, YOU'VE GOT THE BIGGEST FUCKING COCK I EVER FELT; IT'S TEARING MY BOX ALL TO PIECES! MMMMM, YOU'RE WRECKING MY CUNT; YOU'RE REALLY DOING A JOB!"
If I'd had any doubts about Amy's total acceptance of the role they had cast for her, they would have been obliterated by the absolute enthusiasm with which she greeted the entrance of Mark's bulging prick into her cunt. I couldn't doubt that the unusual position she had adopted put a mighty strain on that tender opening and the long period of sexual deprivation had naturally made it exceptionally tight. Those factors, together with the generous proportions of Mark's cock, must have made the entrance stimulating in the extreme. Amy's cries quickly trailed off into unintelligible grunts and moans and she began working her hips against him in slow, shuddering patterns of sexual ecstasy.
Some women, I'm told, become absolutely still when they feel their climax unfolding and others begin fucking like crazed creatures. Amy proved to be very exceptional in this respect, as in so many others, and began a slow, utterly sensual motion that caused her cunt to slide around Mark's cock and to heighten the sensations of lustful abandon that pulsed out from her loins. Soft, shuddering gasps of the purest joy poured from her throat as she fucked herself against him. I watched, stupefied by the strength of her reaction and the readiness with which she reached her orgasm; she must have been supremely excited to have begun to cum so soon, even considering the added strain of the position.
Mark stood very still, easily supporting her weight, and allowed her to grind her loins into a state of teeming, ecstatic joy. He was enjoying her cum too and my own clit gave a mighty throb when I saw that thick, dark rod lifting up to pierce the girl's cunt. I couldn't see her pussy itself but I knew with a heart-rending certainty exactly what it looked like and the mental image lent an additional thrill of fleshly pleasure to my own situation. I began humping back and forth on Chuck, working my cunt around that magnificent prick of his, and fingered my outraged clit faster and faster. My other hand rose up to close over my left breast and I began kneading the nipple, which of course made my body tremble even harder.
"UNNGGHHH!" I groaned when my womb gave a convulsive, desperate gasp and began pounding madly. "OOOHHH! AHHHHH! OHHHH, FUCK, FUCK ME HARDER!"
Chuck replied with a hearty lunge that sent his cock slithering deeper into my cunt. The thick, broad-headed tool probed the innermost recesses of the tight, hot tunnel and sent me spinning off into outer space, screaming and quivering as the spasms of orgiastic madness swelled and multiplied within my body. I fucked myself into a state of near-collapse. Amy's frenzied example helped me reach this ecstatic goal, naturally, but Chuck's big cock also had a significant part to play as well. I worked back and forth on him and fingered my clit and nipple until there was no more feeling left in my body.
Even though my orgasm had reached extravagant proportions. I hadn't succeeded in persuading Chuck to give up his own cum. For once I didn't find this failure distressing; something inside my mind told me that I'd receive plenty of those heavenly douches before the day was over. Amy had also drawn a blank, so to speak; Mark continued to stand very still and I could tell from the expression of tense concentration on his face that he had not yet come. I felt a moment of envy for the girl, knowing that she was still astride that awesome fucking machine of his and that his big balls had not yet surrendered their load of hot, creamy lust, but then I reflected that I was in the same position: Chuck's balls were as big as Mark's and probably very nearly as fully loaded with sperm, so I had a great deal to look forward to.
Dianne and Terry had been watching all of us with a rapt interest, though they made no move to emulate our efforts. Dianne's big, strawberry-shaped nipples almost glowed with bodily heat and Terry's prick soared out from his loins like a big mushroom. Suddenly Dianne rose to her feet and smacked her hands together; she gave one of those incredibly lewd smiles that, I've learned, always indicates that she is about to make an especially outrageous proposal.
"Why don't you two swap guys?" she called out. "And then suck them off? You could each get the benefit of what the other's done to get the guy worked up and you never can tell, you might like the taste of each other's cunts!"
Her vulgar suggestions struck a highly responsive chord in my own heart and I felt my body give a decided hum of physical agreement. Amy looked around nervously, however, and gulped; she was plainly caught unawares by this new twist and didn't know what to make of it. She lowered herself down from Mark's body and turned to face us, looking very unsure of herself now. She swallowed again and then admitted that she had never had a prick in her mouth before. Dianne gaped incredulously; she couldn't believe that a girl as beautiful as Amy and as fond of cocks had never before had one in her mouth.
"Oh, darling, have you ever got a treat in store for you!" Dianne told the girl, who looked more uncertain every minute. "Of course you'll love to suck a prick; it'll make you so fucking horny you'll never stop fucking! Here, we'll get Ann to show you how-she's wild about sucking the cum out of a guy's dick!"
I had not expected to set this kind of an example for Amy but once Dianne had made the suggestion I found it difficult to turn her down. I still sat atop Chuck, with his cock shoved far up my cunt; its presence was as comforting and exciting as ever but now I was to have an even more delicious treat. Mark came toward me, holding Amy by the hand, and presented his prick to my lips. I knew that the rod had popped out of Amy's hot little cunt only a few minutes before-indeed there was still a trace of her cunty wetness on the big tool-and that made it even more inviting.
"It isn't nasty or bad," I told her, reaching out to grasp that huge, swollen cock which had fucked her so well. "Mmmmmm, they taste good! And they feel even better! But, oh! When the guy starts firing off his cum and flooding your mouth with that hot cream, that's when you really want to fly!"
She knelt down beside me and watched closely as I guided Mark's prick up to my lips. Even the scent of that sensual sword was intoxicating Deyond belief but the taste was incredible. Amy's cunt had left it coated with a film of the sweetest, muskiest honey imaginable and I began eating him with all the verve at my command. Amy's eyes got big and round as I went down on him; I rammed my mouth so far down the shaft of his cock that my lips almost buried themselves in the mass of hair at its base. My tongue curled around the thick shaft and I began head-fucking him with a bobbing motion that did wonders for his balls. I added some solid thrusts and twists with my hands, jacking him off and sucking him at the same time; Amy gave a low, moaning sound when she saw me begin this. She knew about jacking guys off, having dispensed many a hand job to her dates, and she began rubbing nervously at her pussy when she saw me start to work on him. I leaned forward slightly, bringing the lips of my pussy, down harder against Chuck's cock and balls, and then reached down to seize the big eggs and rub them against my clit.
"Hey, let me finish it off with my hand!" Mark muttered tensely when he began nearing the bursting point. "I'll shoot off in your mouth but we'll let her watch, just so she'll know that you were really getting my cream!"
I hated relinquishing my grip upon his cock but I could see his point. At that frantic, lust-exalted moment I wanted Amy to know every kind of sexual stimulation and to crave all the varieties of sexual pleasure. Perhaps she would be encouraged to try sucking a boy off, I thought, if she saw me being doused with the hot spray from Mark's big balls. Thus I leaned back and waited, watching him jack off with lightning-fast strokes. He fucked in and Out as I watched and the excitement mounted higher in my body. I worked myself back and forth at a faster clip upon Chuck's uplifted prick and stroked my clit harder, knowing that I too was about to cum.
Mark beat me to the climax by a few seconds. The first jet of his hot cum arced against my cheek and ran down, dripping down onto my right breast; he adjusted his aim and directed the next frantic spurts squarely into my mouth. His come shot out strongly and spurted into my throat; I swallowed the salty cream with moans of pleasure. Then Amy cried out for him to fuck me in the mouth. She was now certain that he was cuming and that I was taking his hot juices in my mouth, so she wanted to see me getting the rich, warm gruel directly from the source.
I closed my lips around his spurting prick and tongued the head of his prick as strongly as I could. The cum flowed out strongly and covered my tongue with its liquid warmth, sending a powerful shudder racing outward from my clit. I began cuming again, a short but violent little storm of lusty joy that ripped its way through my cunt with all the fury of a tornado. I continued to suck at Mark's big cock until I was sure that I'd taken every drop of his cum. When the spams within my cunt died down to a low, flickering murmur, I pulled away from him and looked over at Amy; she was still jacking off but now looked at me with wide, wondering eyes.
"It was beautiful!" she whispered. "I wouldn't have believed that it could ever be so beautiful! And you took it, you took it all and drank it right down!"
"It doesn't taste bad," I told her. "And after you've sucked a fellow off a time or two then you'll develop a real liking for it! Go ahead, why don't you try going down on Chuck here? I've almost got his prick worked up enough to cum, I think, and he'll give you a real treat!"
"Mmmmmm, he's going to taste just like your pussy!" she murmured. "Okay, I think I'd love to try it. What do I do? Just lick him?"
"That's good for a start," I told her, moving off the youth so that she could have ready access to his prong. "And you squeeze the head of his cock with your tongue, you work your head back and forth, you let him shove it as deep in your throat as you can, stuff like that. It won't be long, I'm sure, before he lets go and neatly drowns you with cum!"
"There's no need to worry about eating it all up," Dianne added. "There's still Terry here, he hasn't fucked you yet but I know he's going to want to do it to you. So you'll have lots of chances to get that sweet little cunt of yours reamed out good, don't you fret about that!"
Amy knelt beside Chuck for a moment, looking down at his huge tool with adoring eyes, and then bent down over him. She intended sucking him only but when he reached out to pull her body around she looked up in surprise. He motioned for her to get over him in the sixty-nine position and again she admitted ignorance of the act. No one, she said, had ever wanted to eat her pussy before-except for Carol, the suspected homosexual girl back at the camp-and she marveled that a handsome, studly youth like Chuck would actually want to lick her slit. She muttered something about it being a total mess but he told her that a wet, juicy pussy is the best eating of all, something she appeared not to believe.
"Just get that cunt of yours up against my mouth and I'll prove it to you," he grunted. "Wow, I can't wait to start licking your hole out!"
Amy straddled his face, though she did so in a very tentative fashion, as though she might be thinking that he would surely order her off him at any moment. She knew very little about Chuck, though; I could've told her that he would gladly devour almost any pussy. He demonstrated his veracity very quickly by reaching out to kiss her pussy even as she moved into place. The touch of his lips against that hot, inflamed flesh brought a cry of ecstatic surprise to her lips and she looked down between her legs as though she couldn't believe what was happening. Chuck was eating her slit, all right-Dianne and I could even hear the liquid, mushy noises his tongue made as he dragged it back and forth through the moist, hot furrow-and it had a dramatic effect upon her.
The girl bent down over his cock, sucked it up into her mouth and started sucking him with a naive but genuine vigor. She might not have known very much about how to use her mouth and tongue with the greatest effect but her enthusiasm more than compensated for this shortcoming. She worked her lips down upon his prick and ground her face around him; Chuck began fucking into her mouth and anyone could have seen that he was trying with all his might to empty his balls into her throat. I had excited him strongly and had almost had him cuming in my cunt. (He told me later that had I not stiffened into immobility when I began cuming that last time I'd probably have brought him off.)
As it was, Amy got the benefit of his excitement. Grunting furiously and fucking herself against his mouth, she sucked away at his cock and accepted his driving, twisting thrusts. Again and again he fucked into her mouth and then threw himself deep into her throat with a long, shuddering lunge that signified total completion. Even though she had been expecting him to cum, the first powerful jetof cream took the girl by surprise. She stiffened and for a moment I feared that she was going to lose her courage and pull away from his cock. She decided that she liked the sensation of a prick showering her mouth with steaming juice and she kept her mouth over his tool. I could see her throat working convulsively as she swallowed his load. It surprised me that she was able to take all his big blast but she did; when she lifted her face off his prick, there was not so much as a trace of cum anywhere on the tool's long, thick surface!
"Oh, wow, what a kick in the guts!" she moaned, rolling off him and crumpling up beside him. "Man, I thought my cunt was melting and running down into your mouth! Mmmmmm, what a cum!"
Dianne told her that it was good manners to kiss the face that had just sucked her to so strenuous a climax and she did so, turning about and lying over Chuck so that her nubile breasts scraped against his chest. She marveled at the taste of her pussy; it was far better when taken from a boy's lips, she said, than from her own fingers, and that was a sentiment that both Dianne and I could wholeheartedly accept. She then vowed that she was never again going to allow herself to be fucked unless her partner was willing to lick her slit and to allow her to return the favor.
"If he's any kind of stud at all," Chuck told her, "he'll shoot a load of cum up that pretty little cunt of yours and then lick it out for you! How does that sound? Make you want to get it on again?"
It did but Chuck was in no condition to carry through with the scheme. Terry was a different matter. He had been very quiet ever since he had shoved that magical wand of his into my ass with such cataclysmic effects. He had fingered Dianne's pussy while watching Mark fuck Amy from a standing position but that hadn't been a purposeful act; he was merely toying with her while he concentrated on watching his friend.
Amy looked over at him and saw that he was ready. His prick loomed out at her and her eyes became very large when she saw its extraordinary dimensions. Expressing a wonder that all three boys should be hung so well, she moved toward him and began fondling his rod. She showed a real skill in handling a cock and soon had the foreskin peeled back to reveal the big, turnip-shaped head. We could all see that she was immensely excited at the prospect of having him; plainly, she was trying to make up her mind what do do first. Terry lay on his back and smiled arrogantly as she ran her hands up and down the shaft of his prick.
After a moment she fell onto her back and spread her legs wide, asking him to mount and begin fucking. He refused and instead ordered her to mount him. Once more Amy's essential naivete showed forth; she blushed fiercely and told him that she knew only the one position. All her previous lovers, all six of them, had pressed her down onto her back and had fucked her in the missionary position. Terry grinned lewdly and promised her that there were many more wonderful ways to get pricks and cunts to working together harmoniously and vowed that he would demonstrate them all to her before very long.
"Mmmmmm, I'll bet you've fucked every way there is," the girl whispered, looking over at him with adoring eyes. "And you're going to fuck me in all of them too, I know you are! Oooohh, I'm already looking forward to it!"
He pulled her over on top of him so that she was kneeling above him and straddling his loins. She was awkward, of course, but her interest in fucking was very strong and her body had a naturally lithe quality which enabled her to master almost any kind of physical act in a short time. Dianne moved in to assist her in getting started-and no doubt to satisfy her sometimes-strong lesbian urges-and guided Terry's stiff, swollen cock up into the lips of the girl's pussy, which she spread with her free hand. I felt a surge of sexual fever in my own cunt when I saw the girl's soft, pink slit opening up to receive that big tool; I could almost have conceived a desire to lick her cunt out myself, even though my homosexual quotient is normally about zero. Dianne moved away as soon as she had guided
Terry's cock into place, however, and sat back to masturbate as she watched them begin.
"Mmmmm, it feels so good!" Amy exclaimed as the head of his prick slipped into the mouth of her cunt. "Oh, wow, it never felt this good before! Man, that dick of yours is stretching my cunt all out of shape!"
"You'll get used to it," he told her. "Damn, that's the hottest little cunt I ever felt, almost, and it's so fucking tight! Are you sure you haven't got a cherry stuck up there somewhere? Oooohh, baby, shake that ass; work it down and fuck it all out!"
She had no cherry-Mark's prick would already have claimed that delicacy, had she had one-but she fucked away as though she were eager to give him everything else. Terry reached down to clasp her buttocks and pull them apart, a tactic which would at once make her pussy tighter and stimulate the nerve endings in the cheeks of her ass. The move also displayed her tiny, wrinkled ass, a single eye winking at us from just above the opening which Terry's big prick completely occupied. My mind's eye immediately placed Mark above her, feeding his tool into her ass-hole and thus giving her double stimulation. Almost as soon as I had thought of this, I saw one of Terry's hands moving toward .the crack of her ass. He swabbed his finger down around the lips of her pussy for a moment and collected a thick coating of her pussy's lusty oils, then brought that finger up toward her ass-hole.
Amy stopped dead when she felt his finger probing at that virginal orifice. She raised up slightly to look at him; he smiled in an encouraging fashion and worked the tip of his finger into the taut opening. She flinched but didn't otherwise show any indication of displeasure at the touch; T got the impression that she was quite ready to sample a new style of fucking and wanted to give it a fair trial.
"My God, I love that!" she whispered after a moment. "And you're just putting your finger in there? Oh, wow, what if you were to fuck me in the ass with your prick? Mmmmmm, that'd send me right on out!"
"We'll try it that way sometime," Terry told her. "But for right now, that cunt of yours is way too hot and tight for me to get out of it. Honey, I'm going to fuck that cunt of yours till the cum runs out your ears!"
"OHHH, DO IT QUICK!" she muttered, tightening her hips and plunging down against him. "AGGHHH! I WANT TO FEEL YOU CUM; I WANT IT ALL OVER MY CUNT! UGGHHH! SHOOT IT OUT, TERRY. SHOOT YOUR BALLS OFF AND MAKE ME CUM TOO!"
The girl seriously underestimated his ability to hold out, however. She began fucking at him with amazingly agile twists and grinds, snapping her hips back and forth like a dog shaking a rat, but the most immediate result was to set off an explosion of physical delirium within her own loins. By working her body against him so energetically, she upset her own delicate equilibrium and brought herself to another heaving, gasping, sobbing orgasm. She swayed back and forth atop him in an absolute frenzy of sexual agony. Dianne and I could see her pussy sliding up and down the shaft of his cock; her lusty arousal had spread a rich film of hot, cunty oil over the tool and the erotic juice flowed freely from her cunt, drenching the hair around her pussy and the base of his prick with liquid evidence of her overwhelming joy.
"God, she cums almost as much as a man!" Dianne breathed. "Mmmmmm, I can't take anymore of this; I've got to have myself a cum!"
She began working her fingers up and down her slit with new fervor. I'd have joined her and finger-fucked myself, no doubt, but I was much too deeply engrossed in the exciting spectacle taking place before my eyes. Dianne had only a moment or two in which to devote to her own needs; Mark saw what she was doing and came over to her. His cock was not totally stiff, yet it still looked like a wicked fucking tool, and Dianne quickly got onto her hands and knees to allow him an entrance from the rear. He got behind her and jacked himself off enough to bring his prick to the proper degree of stiffness, then shoved it into the quivering rim of her cunt. Dianne kept her eyes glued to Amy's hot, prick-stretched cunt but began fucking against him with a quick, writhing motion that told me that she was very ready for his tool.
"ANNNGGHH! FUCK ME!" she panted, her voice hoarse and low. "OOOOOHHH, FUCK MY CUNT, FUCK ME OUT OF MY MIND!"
Amy's climax only sharpened her appetite for Terry's big prick while leaving it in the same hard, hot condition it had manifested when first he shoved it between the lips of her pussy. She barely even paused to catch her breath after that cum. She continued to writhe and twist against him and with every minute she learned more about how to work her body around him and to make her sensations even more acute. She leaned over his face, dangling one nipple in his lips, and moaned in desperate hunger when he began nibbling at the dark, ripe cone of ultra-sensitive flesh; I could see her buttocks "tightening spasmodically as she plunged down against him faster than ever. His finger continued to work in and out of her ass-hole and contributed much more than its share to her overall excitement.
The passionate girl fucked herself into another orgasm before she finally managed to get Terry to give up his sperm. She shrieked and grunted out fiercely as her cunt turned into hot, throbbing jelly but still he plunged in and out of her wet, frothy hole with the same steady, relentless strokes., I noticed that their strenuous fucking action had already churned her cunt oils into a rich foam; the creamy goo was all over the lips of her pussy and his prick; a ring of the stuff had gathered around the base of his cock, making the tool look like some kind of obscene shaft rearing up through a white cloud.
"Ugghhh! Fuck it!" Terry suddenly gasped, tearing his mouth away from her nipple and throwing his cock into her cunt at a blinding rate of speed. "Mmmmm, get it on, Amy; you're tearing my balls apart! Aurrgghhh! I can't hold it anymore; you're fucking the cum out of me!"
"Shoot! Shoot it all!" the girl urged, looking down at him and shaking with powerful waves of excited delight. "Oooohh, cum! Cream! Fuck! Cum!"
My vantage point gave me an excellent view of the lad's big tool as it began spurting out that rich, scalding cloud of sperm. I saw his balls dancing in their hairy bag; I saw the thick vein in the base of his cock swell and grow as the cum coursed through it and soared out into her waiting cunt. A cry of anguished joy welled out of her throat when she felt the steaming spray rocket up against the walls of her cunt. My own body hummed and sang with a deep, savage elation when I saw his prick deliver his load. Knowing that Amy was now experiencing exactly the kind of joy which I'd grown to love so much in the past few days, and judging from her cries of delight that she too loved that unique sensation, I felt a surge of pride replace the guilt I'd earlier felt for turning Mark and his friends toward her. Had she hated the experience or been hurt by it, no doubt I'd have felt worse than ever, but once I saw how ecstatically she responded to their most depraved whims I knew that I'd only given her an opportunity to do what she had wanted to do all along.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The boys' attitudes suddenly changed after Amy had fucked herself out atop Terry's body. To be sure, she had left him almost lifeless-he swore that it was one of the most debilitating fucks he had ever had-but there was more to it than that. Mark had screwed Dianne into a grunting, gasping frenzy of orgiastic senselessness, shooting out another load of hot cum at the peak of his effort, but I felt sure that they could've been persuaded to lavish even further sexual attention upon us had we been allowed to stay.
"Well, that's it for the day," Mark said when he finally pulled himself away from Dianne and sat back. "You girls had better be on your way. We've got some work to do around here and well be lucky to swing those axes at all, the way you've been chopping us down!"
Amy was willing to go back to our camp, having been brought to more orgasms than she usually gave herself during a day, but I felt a little cheated. Even so, I obediently began gathering my clothes together and prepared to leave. I waited for Amy and, as we walked away from the clearing, I looked back and saw Dianne still lying on the blanket where she had toppled after receiving Mark's last load of cum. Amy was so wrapped up in her own private joy that she didn't notice my air of preoccupation, which suited me just as well; I wouldn't have enjoyed trying to explain to her exactly why I was troubled.
"I don't guess I have to tell you not to go telling everyone in camp about this," I said as we neared our camp. "It wouldn't do, if all the girls were to know about what we'd been doing this morning."
"Wow, I wouldn't mention it for anything," the girl said. "Why, half the girls here would tear down the trees getting over there if they knew how much prick there was to be had at that place!"
"Oh, come now," I remarked, frowning at her levity. "Surely there aren't many girls here who are into sex very much!"
"Huh, you ought to try going to sleep in our dorm some night," she grunted. "It's a regular symphony, every set of bedsprings in the place squeaking and jiggling with everybody giving their cunts a workout before they go to sleep!"
I found that hard to believe but then I reflected on just how wrong I'd been about Amy herself. Before I'd surprised her in the shower room that afternoon I'd" never have even dreamed that she might harbor lustful inclinations, much less have already taken steps to satisfy them, and now I'd seen with my own eyes that she had a very lively appreciation of boys and their usefulness. If I could be that mistaken about this girl, I thought, then very--likely I was overlooking a lot of other signs too. It might well be the case that most of these girls were secret sex addicts, harboring sexual hungers within their nubile bodies which were every bit as pressing and urgent as my own.
"All the same, we'd do well to keep quiet about this," I again reminded her. "It'd be simply awful if someone were to discover what's been going on over there; it might be the end of the church's camping program, for all I know."
"Yeah, my mom'd blow all her fuses if she knew that I was out here getting fucked like that," Amy agreed. "Of course, she's back in town getting her own hole reamed out by those studs at the country club, so she's got a lot of room to talk!"
I drew back at this, startled to hear so frank a condemnation uttered by the woman's own daughter, but Amy chattered on. I happened to know Mrs. Krueger; a tall, slender woman with a deep tan and a swinging, athletic carriage, she was one of the church's most fashionable members and had served on a committee with me. I frankly couldn't believe that Amy was telling the truth about her, though I didn't care to argue the point.
"Oh, yeah, she's got this file of pictures in one of her dresser drawers," the girl continued. "I found them one day when I was trying on her panties. I think she must carry a Polaroid around with her and snap a shot of all the guys who ball her. It's just a shot of their cocks, no faces showing, but on the back of every shot there's a set of initials and a date, or maybe lots of dates-I guess they were for every time she made it with the guy-and a grade. Yeah, she's just like a teacher in school-she gives them A's or B's or whatever! One of the shots had a guy's face showing and I knew him; he's the tennis pro out at the club. Wow, what a dong on that guy! Honest, it's at least as big as the handle on a tennis racket! She had a lot of dates marked down for him and they were all A double plus! He must have really rammed it to her!"
Unless Amy were indulging in outright falsehoods, I now saw, she might very well be right about her mother's free-and-easy sex life. I couldn't imagine that the girl was making up this frightening story but then I could hardly conceive of Mrs. Krueger keeping such a collection of pictures, much less getting into bed with the men represented there and then grading them on their performances. The whole matter seemed highly unlikely, whichever way I considered it, and I resolved to put it entirely out of my mind.
There was another topic which I couldn't dismiss from my mind: this was Mark, Terry and Chuck, along with their sublimely satisfying cocks. Each time they fucked me, it seemed, I recovered from my post-orgasmic euphoria hornier than ever. One might almost have thought that they were shooting heroin into me rather than love cream, the way my mind and body dwelt upon their pricks and that exquisitely satisfying cream they lavished upon my cunt and mouth. Now, to make things even more difficult, I could also reflect upon receiving those fat, lusty prongs in my ass as well.
I woke up the following morning and, after my first move, winced painfully. My entire rump ached like a sprained ankle, a reminder of the way my ass had been used to such delectable ends the day before. I lay there for a minute, wondering how I was going to move during the day, and then hit upon a solution: reaching out to the wooden box beside my cot that I used for a bedside table, I dipped a finger into the jar of cold cream sitting there and applied it to my sore ass. The first touch was painful indeed but the cool, soothing cream gradually relieved the worst of the ache. In applying it, however, I succeeded in arousing my own lustful impulses-they now seemed to lurk just beneath the surface of my skin, constantly ready to seize control of my body and spirit-and became so excited that I couldn't face getting out of bed without once more experiencing the jolting pleasure of a climax. I therefore masturbated before breakfast, something I hadn't done in several years, and only after giving my clit a thorough workout could I stand to get up and get dressed.
The day passed smoothly enough, once I had released the sexual tension which had built up within me overnight. Amy's remarks about the lasciviousness of her fellow campers had deeply impressed me, though, and throughout the day I could hardly look at any of the girls without wondering if she had put a hand between her thighs and finger-fucked herself into a frenzied state of limpness before going to sleep the night before. After the way I'd given myself an ample amount of sexual pleasure before arising that morning, not to speak of the savage joy I'd taken in serving the boys in every way they demanded, I felt that I couldn't condemn any of them, no matter how much they had finger-fucked.
Amy proved to be a perfect gem that day. At times in the past she had been an unruly child, difficult and demanding, but on this day she had a calm, tender air about her which made her much more enjoyable. We had no time to ourselves during the day-which was an extremely busy one-but I realized in midmorning that her new and much more pleasant attitude was undoubtedly a direct result of her having had access to Mark, Chuck and Terry. Finally, coming out of the mess hall after dinner, I encountered her on the walk outside and we had a few moments to ourselves.
"Hey, when are we going back there?" she asked me. "Damn, I woke up feeling like a million dollars this morning but that won't last. I'm going to need another helping of that sweet cock before too long!"
"I don't know," I admitted. "I'd like to go tomorrow but right now it looks as though it might be another bear of a day. Maybe the day after, huh?"
"Gee, I sure hope so," she muttered. "If I've to go without a fuck for very long now I'm sure I'm going to have to get Carol to go down on me. And I hate for that little bitch to eat me; it's bad enough that she's so fat and has all those pimples, but I sure do hate to have to give her a dollar every time she licks my pussy out!"
That really set me back and, stammering in dismay, I asked her to explain herself more fully. I'd heard right; young Carol had turned herself into a homosexual whore! For one dollar, Amy said, she would suck off any girl in the camp. Carol wouldn't leave the camp rich-few girls had a lot of extra spending money-but she would carry away a sizable wad of dollar bills. I felt sick upon hearing this but saw no way in which I could correct it without giving away Amy's part in my having detected her and this I emphatically didn't want to do.
The following morning was an especially busy one and it was lunch time before I could give so much as a passing thought to Mark and his friends. Had we adhered to the every-other-day schedule which we had obtained for a while, this would've been my day to go back to their camp and get myself another "treatment," but none of them had said anything about returning at any specific time. Perhaps, I told myself at breakfast, one of them would show up during the day with an excuse for me to go over and join them for a time. I'd seen nothing of them by noon, however, and during the meal I found that I was missing them acutely.
I was missing something else too-Amy. Looking around the mess hall, I could see her nowhere. An inquiry to one of my assistants revealed that she had left a group down by the tennis courts and had gone off into the woods for something; at once I began to suspect what that something was. I told my assistant that I was going over to the other camp to check on the progress the boys were making and that I'd be back in time for dinner.
Just as I'd suspected, Amy was at the camp when I arrived, as was Dianne. They, along with the three boys, were entwined in one of the grossest acts of sexual license I had ever witnessed. Amy lay atop Mark, her back to his belly, and his big cock speared up to penetrate her ass-hole. Terry was on her, fucking into her cunt, and Dianne crouched above the girl's face, feeding her a mouthful of hot pussy. Chuck stood in front of Dianne; she was sucking his prick madly while her own slit was being tongued with a rare thoroughness by the young girl! My stomach turned almost upside down when I saw the completeness with which they had already turned her into a willing slave to their lustful desires.
I could see the look of ecstatic pleasure on Amy's face as she sucked away at Dianne's depraved pussy; that, and the joyous way she wriggled her loins against Mark and Terry were enough to tell me that she hadn't had to be forced into this awful act. I felt a sense of outrage swelling up within my breast when I saw them all locked together, writhing and twisting away in an effort to satisfy their most perverted whims, and I darted into the clearing enraged. Let us be honest, though, and admit the full truth: there was another aspect of my fury, my own livid jealousy of the girl! I recognized even then that I wished they had joined together to do those things to me; I'd even have eaten Dianne's pussy if only I could've had the fantastic pleasure of receiving both Mark and Terry into my ass-hole and cunt at the same time.
"Hey, look what came storming up!" Chuck muttered, never removing his cock from Dianne's hot, greedy mouth. "Just hold on a minute there, honey, and pretty soon we'll make a place for you too!"
"You bastards!" I stormed. "You utter, filthy bastards! That's the only reason you even bothered fucking me at all, just so you could find out the name of some young piece over at my camp! You were only using me!"
"Now that's not so," Chuck assured me. "Sure, we wanted to get one of those hot young cunts over here, but we liked balling you too!"
The tone of sincerity in his voice, as well as the . open lust in his eyes, did something to mollify me but still I fumed and raged at them for their deviousness. I had no doubt that they had somehow enticed Amy to their camp that day and I flamed with rage at the thought of not being selected myself. The rampant sexuality in the atmosphere soon had its effect on me, however, and before long I'd removed my clothes and was fingering my pussy as I watched them carry out their licentious scheme.
I could hardly believe that a girl as young as Amy was actually being fucked in the cunt and ass-hole at the same time. A look behind Terry's ass assured me that it was so; his thighs were spread enough that I could see both those big cocks spearing into the girl's loins at the same time.
Furthermore, they were fucking her deeply-each boy had nearly all his prick sheathed in her flesh and it was a stirring sight indeed. Moving around, I could see that the girl was also licking Dianne's slit with a greedy thoroughness that made me wonder about the sincerity with which she had condemned Carol, my own camp's resident pussy eater. Her tongue was darting up and down the furrow of Dianne's slit, probing into her cunt and then reaching up to flick her clit; Dianne was helping by grinding herself against the girl's face with a slow, weaving motion that must've been utterly delightful.
As I watched, Mark gave a small, weak cry of distress and began fucking his cock into the girl's ass-hole at a much faster clip. She screamed out against Dianne's pussy, a shrill cry of agonized joy, and began shaking her hips with violent energy. I felt my own clit begin swelling and pounding heavily as I saw Mark begin shooting his load into the girl's ass. She became a perfect little animal when she felt his cum shooting deep into her bowel; like me, she had one of those super-sensitive ass-holes that registers every twitch of a man's cock with heart-rending exactness. Terry began fucking faster too and soon he added his own hearty blast of steaming cream to her cunt. Dianne writhed and twisted against her face, though in her lavish excitement she had stopped sucking, and soon only Chuck was left without a climax.
"Bend over!" he told me when Dianne, convulsed by a wave of orgiastic delight, fell away from his lust-swollen prick. "Bend over and get ready for it!"
Fortunately I was very excited, though Chuck didn't bother to determine this before giving his command. He intended using me simply as a convenience, a repository for his lust; there was nothing affectionate or personal in his desire for me. For him I became simply cunt and nothing more. My pussy condition had deteriorated too far into hot, passionate arousal for me to argue with him and I bent far forward at the waist. He came up behind me, spreading his legs to get his cock lower for the entrance, and thrust up into my waiting slit. Naturally my pussy resisted him at first. Being bent over so far meant that the opening's diameter was tremendously reduced and thus far more difficult to penetrate. Far from dismaying him, this difficulty actually incited him into even more brutal efforts. Giving a hearty grunt and a fierce, thrusting lunge, he reared up and took me by force alone. My cunt's mouth parted with the greatest reluctance; I'm sure that he would've ripped me apart had the opening not given way of its own accord.
"Agghh-owwwww!" I moaned almost toppling forward when I felt that massive tool plowing deep. "Unngghhh! My God, you're killing me! You're tearing me open!"
"Shut up and keep still!" he barked out. "That's the way I want it, just the way. it is now! Mmmmm, your cunt's tighter than ever! Oh, baby, am I ever getting ready to shoot a load of cream up your funnel!"
Thus I became the outlet for the passions which Dianne and Amy had raised. It was a poor substitute for fucking, or so I thought at first; I missed the growing excitement of bringing a man to a state of panting readiness and getting there myself. I condemned myself for being so weak as to allow myself to be used in this shameful, degrading fashion but after a moment those doubts passed completely away. Chuck's big cock saw to that; he worked it into me with a slow, deliberate pace that soon had me aware only of its presence in my cunt.
His cock filled me with passionately throbbing sensations and before he had sunk even half that lovely rod into my flesh I felt the beginnings of a mighty climax taking form deep inside my womb. He fucked me with the same steady beat and as the tool speared deeper he succeeded in triggering the lusty blast of sexual turmoil. My climax made no difference to him; he was interested only in shooting his balls off and concentrated entirely upon that objective. It made no difference to me, since I was so fully aroused that I could enjoy his prick no matter how he shoved it into me or for what purpose. like him, I'd become a mindless fucking machine and cared only for my own pleasure.
Once he had fucked himself into a pitch of high excitement he changed his tactics and became more interested in me. He pulled away from me, ordering me to fall upon my knees and finish him with my mouth. I was entirely willing to suck him off, especially since my cunt had just reverberated to so thrilling a series of lusty vibrations, and I quickly moved to serve him as he wished. His cock had that warm, wet feel that I loved so much; the taste of my own sex upon his flesh only made it even more delicious to my depraved taste buds. I forced my mouth far down his prick and curled my tongue around it in a sensual way that, I knew, would exert the maximum force upon him. I concentrated on running the tip of my tongue along the bottom of his cock's head and into the deep valley between the head and the shaft. He worked his prick in and out of my mouth harder, holding my head in his trembling hands, and I caressed his balls as I sucked.
I felt my clit begin pounding once more in a short but effective wave of orgiastic triumph when his prick swelled up and began pumping hot cream into my throat. The juice spurted out strongly, flooding my mouth with its salty flavor; I shuddered with delicious pleasure when the thick, sticky gruel jetted over my tongue and washed every portion of my mouth with hot, liquid lust. My brain reeled as the utterly sensual taste of his cum infected my senses with lusty desire and, without even touching my pussy, my climax poured out.
"Oh, wow, these guys are out of sight!" Amy murmured to me after Mark and Terry had peeled themselves off her. "Who'd ever have thought your ass-hole could feel like that? Mmmmm, I bet I'm going to be sore tomorrow! It felt like three or four guys were balling me all at once!"
My resentment of the girl abated somewhat once I'd been fucked; Chuck's prick seemed to remove most of my envy and to restore a semblance of balance and sanity to my mind. I agreed with her that a prick in the ass-hole can do wonders for a woman's body. Dianne had fallen onto Terry's prick as soon as he had pulled it out of the girl's cunt and was now lavishing kisses upon it with a rabid energy which told me that her own desires were far from satisfied. Amy was lifeless, she couldn't even move once she had slipped down onto the blanket beneath them. I could see her pussy and the dual stream of love juice which seeped from the openings the boys had used so vigorously; for a moment I felt an absurd desire to get over her and lick Terry's cum from her ass myself. I managed to put down that impulse by reminding myself that I wasn't so depraved that I could actually engage in perverted sexual pleasure with a girl assigned to my own camp.
Amy had arrived at the camp of her own volition, they told me; she had decided to take it upon herself to visit the boys and see if they were still as hot for her lithe young body as they had been on the previous occasion that she had seen them. Of course, they were willing to take time out from their play with Dianne, who had also slipped away to spend a few lustful hours at the camp, and gradually they had excited the poor girl to a point where she was ready to try anything they suggested. Upon being reminded of how strongly she had responded earlier to a finger inserted into her ass while she was being fucked in the normal manner, she had eagerly accepted their suggestion that she be made into a "sex sandwich." Once Mark and Terry had gotten their big tools firmly planted in her body and had fucked her into a state of dizzy bliss, she said, she had found it quite easy to begin licking Dianne's hot little slit; the act was simply another form of sexual expression, and at that time, had seemed entirely natural.
"Maybe I'm going to turn into another Carol," she said with a giggle. "But I don't think so; I like to feel guys balling me too much for that. And I've got a feeling that she only sucks girls because she can't get any boys to spread her legs out for her. If she weren't such a perfect little snot and so fat and ugly she'd probably be balling guys every chance she got."
I couldn't help wondering if perhaps there was not some truth to her analysis of Carol's condition. I was in no shape to attempt solving that girl's problems, however, and I filed the thought away for possible use later on. For the moment I preferred to concentrate on my own problems: seeing Dianne sucking away at Terry's wet prick, as well as the creamy evidence of Amy's own well-fucked pussy, was giving me a considerable amount of excitement and I knew that Chuck hadn't done a very thorough job of satisfying me.
Mark had caught the excitement too and was already kneeling behind Dianne. He shoved his cock, still hard and lovely, deep into her cunt and then transferred it to her ass-hole. She groaned with special feeling when she felt her ass being spread wide by that huge tool and she began mouth-fucking Terry with a great deal more intensity. She whipped her face around his prick and attacked the rod like a caged animal falling upon a slab of meat thrown to it; I'd never seen anyone sucking a prick with quite that degree of feverish concentration. She grabbed the shaft of his cock with both hands-there was enough to allow her to grip him as though his tool were a baseball bat and still leave the head and an inch or two of the shaft for her mouth to enjoy-and began a twisting, masturbatory action that must've been exquisitely torturous for him. She swayed from side to side as Mark skewered her ass and soon she was shuddering all over, driven into a furious storm of lusty climactic joy.
Chuck roused himself from the brief lethargy which had settled over him once he had shot off his balls into my mouth. He went for Amy and she gave only a token protest as he settled over her, guiding his prick into the lips of her. pussy; the remnants of Terry's cum were still dribbling from those exquisitely molded lips and staining her pussy a bright, creamy color. He sheathed his cock in that juicy little hole and drove it deep, bringing a groan of hearty approval to the girl's throat.
"I thought maybe I'd dip my wick in that hole of yours for a while," he told her, "and after it's soaked up all that cream Terry laid on you, then you might want to suck it for me. Think you'd like to eat me after I've bathed my prick in a cuntful of hot come?"
"Oh, man, it sounds like heaven!" Amy murmured, lurching up at him with her hips and grunting as she felt his cock piercing deeper into her tender meat. "Yeah, I'll eat you; I'll lick all the cum off your prick and then I'll suck some more out of your balls! I think I'm going to like that a lot!"
Once again I was left without a lover and had to watch that lascivious quintet work out their passions among themselves. I didn't like being omitted from their lustful play but there was nothing I could do about it. After a moment, though, I decided to take second best and I squatted over Terry's face, lowering my pussy down to his mouth and forcing it upon him. He inhaled deeply of the ripe scent of aroused sexuality coming from my slit and began licking me with soft, tender strokes. I grunted out enthusiastically and started working my loins against his face, eager to release the pent-up emotions which had been gathering inside my womb. I was almost ready to come, I fully believe, when I suddenly realized that Terry was eating me with only a halfhearted zeal. His slow, tonguing caresses hadn't picked up any in intensity and if anything were even slower and more lackadaisical. He was much more interested in what Dianne was doing to his prick than in what he could do to my pussy and that thought took away much of the pleasure I felt as he worked his tongue back and forth over my slit. Even so it was better than what my fingers would do and though I felt greatly put out with him I continued to work against him as hard as I could. I managed to make myself cream but that is a very accurate description of my climax: I made it happen, he merely supplied me with a mouth and an occasional tongue to rub my pussy against. I got off him after the orgasm had ebbed from my cunt and felt more dissatisfied than ever. I also felt more disturbed, since this made the second time that day that I'd received only passing attention from the boys.
Dianne managed to suck Terry into a climax and she enjoyed it to the hilt, helped along by the way Mark shoved his prick in and out of her ass-hole. I envied her that; my own ass felt almost as aroused as my pussy had ever done and I knew that if only one of them would mount me in that fashion I'd be able to cum with magnificent fervor. None of them showed any interest in doing so, however. Chuck had now slipped his prick out of Amy's juicy little cunt and had straddled her face in order to feed the stiff rod into her mouth. She sucked it noisily and gave every indication of loving it with a wild, consuming passion.
We spent nearly a half hour lying on the blankets doing absolutely nothing after they had all finished their respective courses. I was angry and baffled at the way they were treating me, as though I were an article of clothing to be put on and cast off whenever the wearer chose, but I knew
Mark and his friends too well to believe that pleas for consideration would get me anything but their scorn. They appeared not to notice my sour, disgruntled attitude and I sulked in solitary splendor.
Amy continued to amaze me with her frank, open interest in sexuality. Once the first barrier had been breached,, she proved to have no inhibitions at all and absolutely no reluctance in making her lewdest fantasies into reality. She loved having her pussy eaten, for example, and utilized her slender, lithe body to bring this about in a way that left me breathless with envy and excitement. After recovering from the joy which had earlier possessed her, she snuggled up close to Chuck in a reversed position. She lay with her back to his belly but twisted her face about so that she could again mouth his cock. At first he lay there quietly and took it but then he became more ambitious.
The cheeks of her ass were only a foot or so away from his face and he extended a hand to touch them. She parted her thighs readily and within another minute he was fingering her cunt and stroking her pussy in a way that made her mouth work harder against his cock. Interested in their play, I moved about so that I could see his fingers working against her hot little slit. My heart gave an excited throb when I saw his fingers spreading the outer lips wide; the soft, pink inner lips rose up like the petals of a rose. The flesh glowed brightly with her cunt's moist flow of liquid; it was one of the most delicious-looking objects imaginable. I could see now why men often search out very young girls for their sexual pleasure-it wouldn't have taken very much prodding to have brought my own lips down to that fragrant, juicy slit!
Growing more aroused by the action of her depraved little mouth, Chuck pulled her ass toward his face. She quickly adjusted herself to give his mouth free access to that fervent little valley of hot, youthful lust. He held her thighs apart with his hands and began licking her in a way that made my own cunt knot up into a ball of hard, quivering excitement. His tongue skated up and down her crack, moving all the way from her ass-hole to her clit and back again, and the girl lurched against him in a way which told me that she was feeling his tongue with every fiber of her body's nervous system.
She continued sucking him, however, and soon had his prick brought to a fine, throbbing cockstand. Chuck's tongue continued to play up and down the swollen slit and to bring more and more fervent lunges from her hips. I was sure that he was going to bring her off, and perhaps shoot another load of his cum into her mouth as well, but after continuing this fascinating exercise for a time he pushed her away and told her to turn about so he could shove his prick into her cunt.
"Oh, wow, was I ever going there for a while!" she exclaimed. "Man, I thought sure I was going to pop one off right in your mouth! And maybe get a mouthful of that cream too!"
"Yeah, I was close," he agreed, "but I got this urge to shoot it up your cunt. Why don't you just lay there on your side, huh? I'll sneak up here behind you and see if maybe you don't like it dog-fashion too."
Their position was essentially identical to what it would've been had they been fucking in that fashion. The only difference was this: they were lying on their sides instead of being in an upright position. Amy brought her knees up toward those lovely little breasts and lifted her upper thigh, completely opening herself to him. Chuck moved in behind her and brought his stiff cock to bear against her slit; he rubbed the swelling, naked head up and down the lathered lips of her pussy for a moment and then pressed it between them. I couldn't suppress a small cry of elated joy when I saw that huge prong split her flesh and dive into the tiny opening between those incredibly beautiful lips; I was participating so fully in their fuck that I could almost feel his prick going into my own cunt.
Amy thrust back against him and reached down to clasp his cock as it drove deeper into her hot little body. She pressed the lips of her pussy up hard against the thick shaft, shuddering at the thrill this gave her, and then began stabbing at her clit with a stiffened forefinger. Chuck reached over her arm to cup one of her delicately molded little breasts; he squeezed the nipple hard and brought a gasping moan of pain to her lips. Her face contorted into a paroxysm of anguished joy and she lunged back against him harder than ever.
"Mmmmmm, that's the way to fuck!" she panted breathlessly. "Ooooohh, that cock's all the way up to my heart almost! It's so good, so fucking good; it makes me want to fuck forever! Ooohh, Chuck, don't ever stop fucking me; I couldn't live without a big, hard cock like yours!"
"Keep on jerking that ass back against me," he muttered, giving her dark, stiff nipple another tweak. "Yeah, you know what to do with a prick, you sure do! Unngghh! That's the way to get my balls worked up good; you'll have all that cum shooting up your cunt in a minute!"
Amy's face settled into a study in fierce concentration as she set her mind on working her cunt around him in a way that would make his balls erupt into a perfect storm of lusty joy. His fingers continued to knead her nipple and I shuddered when I thought of the agonizing pleasure that must be giving her. She twisted and writhed against him with far more expression than I could ever have managed, had I been caught in such an unpromising position, and soon she grunted out in a shrill, strangled way that could mean only one thing.
"ANNGGGHH-OWWWWWW!" she wailed, shuddering heavily and throwing herself against Chuck with heaving lunges. "OOOOHH, CUM! SHOOT! CREAM! UGGHHH! OHHH, FUCK IT OUT OF ME, FUCK THE CUM OUT OF MY CUNT!"
Chuck answered with a series of darting thrusts that sent more of his big, hard cock slicing deeper into her hot cunt. She held herself against him, quivering ecstatically, and then felt the first tremors of his cock as he prepared an answering blast of his own. He grunted ferociously when his balls gave up their first hot spurt of semen and Amy shrieked madly as his prick directed the scalding jet into the depths of her cunt. She gave a twisting, driving lunge backward against his loins and clawed at her pussy with a hot, mad fury that left no doubt as to her enjoyment of the climax. Chuck kept on pushing his prick into her cunt and continued spurting out that hot cream; she moaned feverishly each time the big rod pumped another jet of the scalding cum into her throbbing cunt. Her hands reached down to close over his balls and she fondled those big eggs as they worked, inciting them to surrender even more of their load; Chuck pressed harder against her and buried the remainder of his cock in her flesh.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Mark touching me. His cock rose out like a gigantic sword. When I saw that he wanted to plant it in my flesh I felt a thrill of pride and anticipation running throughout my loins, infecting the region with arousal of the highest order; he motioned for me to get on my back and I did so quickly. After catching up my legs in front of his arms and lifting my rump high, he nodded for me to plant his prick in my slit. I reached down and spread the lips as I brought the thick rod into place. Never had I wanted a cock more acutely and never had one felt as big and hard as his did at that moment. I grunted out an oath of delighted pleasure when I felt his big tool flatten the lips of my pussy and drive them inward, mashing them down into the mouth of the cunt itself.
My long period of arousal ensured that the entire area had a rich coating of that cunty lubricant and thus his rod slid into my cunt without difficulty. When I looked down between our bodies I could see his thick staff connecting us; it looked for a moment as though that big rod of hard muscle had grown a thick fluff of hair at both ends. He worked his cock further into my body with an easy, twisting thrust and then pulled it out until only the head remained in place. I wiggled my hips from side to side and quivered with joy. The rim of my cunt settled into place just behind the head of that tool, giving me a very effective grip on him; the wiggling motion made my cunt slip and slide around the most sensitive portion of that big tool. It also made my own flesh tremble with eagerness to complete the act.
"Ahhhh! What a way to fuck!" I groaned, unable to hold back my relish for his presence in my body. "It's making me want to cum already!"
"Reach down there and give yourself a hand job too!" he muttered. "Give that pussy a fingerfucking!"
I hesitated only a moment before slipping my right hand between our bodies. Mark leaned up, pulling his torso away from mine, and peered down to watch as I began jacking myself off. After stroking my clit for a moment and feeling some powerful darts of sexual joy rush outward from that stiff little peg, I extended the other, hand too and began pressing the lips of my pussy against the shaft of his prick. Of course I was thinking about Amy and the way she had done this when Chuck had first thrust his cock into her; I found that she had had a very sound idea and that the pressure made my pussy throb even harder. Quivering excitedly, I jacked off more strenuously and added some slow, twisting grinds with my rump. The head of his prick twisted about in the mouth of my cunt, amazingly like a ball bearing in its seat, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to stand much of that agonizingly acute sensation.
Mark held his cock in me like that, with only the head penetrating the rim of my cunt, until I began to cum. When I gasped out with joy and began quivering excitedly, he then started fucking me with those long, lunging strokes that brought the head of his prick slicing deep into my cunt. This sudden, unexpected penetration immediately transformed me entirely. When I felt his big prick boring deep into my flesh I also felt my climax shifting into high gear and zooming up to a new, much more all-encompassing level. The waves of orgiastic frenzy rapidly spread throughout my body and infected me with a quivering, shuddering madness that completely took possession of me.
Just as my climax had reached its peak and started tapering off into that long, gentle decline into euphoric contentment Mark's balls erupted. He had been fucking strenuously all the while, of course, and now his constant thrusting paid off. Grunting out a ferocious oath, he lunged into me and slammed his cock into the depths of my cunt. I tightened my cunt's grip around him as best I could and swung my ass from side to side. His balls were resting snugly against my ass-hole and I continued to rub my pussy with my fingers; his sudden drive inward had caught my fingers between our bodies. When his cock bulged out in that incomparably exciting way and blasted the first spine-tingling jet of come into my aroused flesh I felt my climax reverse itself and begin building up pressure once more. His cock continued to squirt those lovely balls of liquid fire into my cunt until I felt as though I were being flooded with hot cream.
"AinEEEE!" I whimpered, stirred to the bottom of my soul. "OOOOHH, YOU'RE CUMING! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN! UNNGGHHH!"
I felt that compelling sense of completeness, the awareness of my own fulfillment, as his big cock emptied the steaming contents of his balls into my greedy hole. A feeling of the utmost happiness spread outward from my cunt and clit. I continued to weave around his prick, well aware that the big rod was resting in a pool of warm, thick cream, and shuddered as my body began the long, gentle slide back to a state of rest. He released my legs and I extended them around him as he gradually eased himself down onto my body. I accepted his weight gratefully and rubbed my breasts against his chest in an effort to extract the last possible bit of pleasure from his closeness to me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That encounter with the boys, when I went in search of Amy and found her locked into a pattern of perverted fucking, set the tone for the remainder of my contact with them. They more and more obviously concentrated all their attention upon Dianne and Amy, whose sweet young flesh and boundless, uninhibited appetites for fucking and sucking attracted their basest desires, and came to regard me as a mere convenience. They made no suggestions concerning my return to their campsite, nor did they tell me not to appear there; their attitude seemed to be one of great indifference. Whenever I visited them to check on their progress with their work-and I still made a conscientious effort to implement the project that they had begun, even though I often used it merely as an excuse to visit them and hope that I'd get fucked-they would usually turn to me at some time and order me to serve them in some abandoned, depraved fashion.
More and more I came to want this treatment, even though I knew that I meant nothing to them. I found a curious pleasure in being used, in turning my cunt or mouth or ass-hole over to them for their pleasure, and as they took full possession of whatever opening they chose to use in my body I felt a deep thrill of erotic joy begin pulsing throughout my body. At times, when Dianne's latent lesbian tendencies were especially strong, she would order me to prostrate myself before her so that she could amuse herself with my pussy. She especially liked to combine both aspects of her sexual makeup and run her tongue through the lips of my pussy after one of the boys had saturated my cunt with his hot cream; she vowed time and time again that love juice was always better when sipped from a woman's slit and proved it often enough with me. She always wanted me to play the passive role and I came to see that she derived her peculiar pleasure from copying the man's part in sucking; she had no interest whatever in rubbing her own pussy against my face, a trait for which I was thankful since that practice had little appeal for me. I loved the taste of cunt on a hard, juice-dripping prick but tasting the honeyed musk at its source had no attraction for me.
July 4th came on a weekend that summer and almost every parent of a girl at the camp took advantage of the long weekend to visit. Pastor Bockhaus, Terry's father, and most of the church's board members were also present for the gala weekend; we had planned a small program for the morning of the holiday and a giant picnic for the remainder of the day. Thus there were about five hundred people at the camp for that weekend, counting campers, parents and church officials. Mark and the boys were on their best behavior when I took Pastor Bockhaus and the board members over to the campsite to show them how the new site was taking shape. They were all suitably impressed and complimented us on our diligent adherence to duty. Dianne was nowhere to be seen. The boys had warned her to stay away for the weekend. Of course she and Amy had prepared for the period by spending an entire day at the camp, during which they had fucked and sucked the boys until their cocks hung down limply and absolutely refused to rise again. I'd been there for part of that frantic sexual feast and had seen the way they all sought to deplete themselves of every vestige of sexual desire before the three-day period of abstinence set in. It was almost as if they were trying to store up orgasmic pleasure upon which they could draw when they needed it and I was reminded of the habits of bears and other animals who gorge during the summer in order to survive the long period of hibernation.
A large part of the group that had gathered at my camp for the holiday festivities took advantage of the cool lake during the afternoon. The lake was a gently sloping shelf leading out to its center and thus one could wade out for a considerable distance, perhaps a third of a mile, before getting into water more than five feet deep. I had paddled out to the float in the center of the lake, rested and started back in when I heard a familiar whistle from my left. Looking over that way, I saw Terry standing in water that came up to his chest; he motioned with his head for me to join him. I did so and found that he had decided he couldn't wait until the parents and church officials had left before satisfying his lustful urges. When I came to a halt beside him, the impudent youth took my hand and pulled it under water, guiding it down to his loins; I felt him and found that he had pulled off his trunks and was now completely naked. His prick soared out in that wonderfully exciting way, big and hard with lust, and at once I knew what he wanted with me.
"You're insane!" I gasped, trying to pull my hand away but failing, due to the strength of his grip. "You can't be serious! We can't fuck here, not with all those people watching!"
I became tremendously aware of the crowd of parents and campers gathered on the shore of the lake; they were two or three hundred yards away but to me at that moment they seemed to be only inches from me, "Sure, that'll make it a lot better," Terry said, grinning lewdly. "Come on, look around you here: there's nobody even close to us except Mark and Chuck, and they've got Amy and Dianne with them. And you just know that pair of hot-assed cunts aren't going to stand there and admire the scenery! Think what a blast it'll be, you getting ' your cunt reamed out right here in front of all those people and they won't even have the slightest idea what's happening!"
Suddenly the audacity of his proposal struck me and I felt a shudder of sexual desire fluttering through my cunt. Looking around, I saw that he was right: Dianne, who had come over to visit for the day-at least that was the ostensible purpose of her presence there-was with Chuck and Amy was with Mark. They looked to be standing close to each other. Both couples were standing still, or so it appeared, but suddenly I knew with a compelling certainty that they were both being fucked before my very eyes. That knowledge made my cunt flare up into a hot, throbbing inferno of lusty arousal. I turned to Terry, sick with disgust at my body's weakness but also firm in my resolution to join them in their vulgar form of amusement.
Terry had me remove the bottom half of my bathing suit and hold onto it. He had his own trunks gripped tightly in his left hand-we would've been lost for sure if we had let those garments drift away-and he pulled me toward him. I backed into place, since an entrance from the rear seemed to be the most practicable under the circumstances, and brushed the cheeks of my ass up against his incredibly hard cock. The heated presence of that fierce tool against my cool flesh made me shiver with anticipation. I leaned forward slightly and he bellied up to my rump, lowering himself in order to get the head of his cock pointed up at the correct angle for penetrating the mouth of my cunt.
I would've thought that the water would've greatly facilitated that big tool's entrance into my body. Instead, I discovered that the water tended to wash away the cunty lubricant my excitement produced and thus his prick only managed to dive into place after scraping harshly against the tender, outraged flesh comprising the slit's entrance. He persisted, however, and, after nearly killing me, he succeeded in getting the swollen head of his prick lodged in my body. We allowed it to stay there for a moment and soon it collected enough of that hot musk to grease its way deeper.
A water fuck, I quickly learned, is a far different matter from the same act performed outside of the water. Our buoyancy meant that every strong thrust lifted us off the lake's bottom and set us adrift in the water, thereby making it impossible for us to thrust and grind against each other at full power as we would do if we were on a solid surface. It was the first time I'd ever been fucked :n the water and I had a great deal of difficulty in learning how to cope with my near-weightlessness. Terry had had a couple of girls in water before-he told me that one afternoon he, Mark and Chuck had all fucked Dianne in quick succession while standing in another part of the lake and he gave me some helpful pointers in how to cope with the new environment.
"Just relax and lean up against me," he said after I'd failed several times to get a good, consistent fucking motion under way. "Let the waves work us back and forth; they'll make my dick slip in and out enough to let a lot of real nice things happen. And you can reach down and give yourself a little finger work too-that'll help bring you off quicker if you really want to let out a big cum."
Of course, that is exactly what I wanted. There have been times when I was satisfied to feel a prick bulging the walls of my cunt out into a perfect replica of the tool, when I could take a sufficient satisfaction in feeling my partner fuck back and forth and work his balls into a state of ecstatic eruption. This wasn't one of those times: I wanted to work my pussy against him, forcing his thick cock to slide back and forth in my cunt and fuck me into a state of near-prostration. I wanted to feel my cunt rocking under the blows of my climax.
I found it difficult at first to make myself obey the laws of the watery environment in which we stood. The habits I'd long ago acquired and which I'd reinforced during the times I'd had Mark, Terry or Chuck ramming their big cocks into me were hard to overcome. Eventually I managed to coordinate my efforts with the gentle flow of the lake's currents and then I could indeed see the unique marvels of fucking while neck-deep in water. I reached back with my legs, gripping Terry's thighs firmly, and allowed myself to float against him. Without moving hardly at all, the water's recurrent pressure caused him to sway back and forth; every one of those gentle movements caused his prick to move very slightly within my cunt. When I added my fingers to the total stimulation I was receiving and began stroking my lust-inflamed clit, I could see that it wr CV I't take me very long to cum.
"Yeah, that's the way, just let the water do your fucking for you," Terry murmured softly. "Don't worry about anyone coming up; I'll keep an eye out and if somebody else comes close I'll let you know in plenty of time. I want to get my balls to pumping, sure, but I damned sure don't want to get caught out here. Dad'd raise holy hell if he knew that I was out here packing your cunt for you!"
"Omigod, it's so good!" I gasped, tightening the grip of my legs and working harder against him; once I'd gotten the hang of fucking this way I found that very slight movements of my hips could produce excruciatingly delightful sensations within my cunt. "MMM, IT FEELS LIKE YOUR COCK'S RIGHT UP AGAINST MY HEART! OOOOOOHH, TERRY, I'M SO FULL OF COCK, SO FULL OF YOUR HOT PRICK! UGGHH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME ALL THE WAY; MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER!"
"I'll fuck you," he promised, pulling my hips back harder against him and grinding his loins against mine until I thought I'd shriek with joy. "I'll shoot so much cum up your cunt I'll make you float! Agghhh! Grind that pussy down on me, honey; work it around my cock!"
For all I know every one of those five hundred people, more or less, who were present might've been watching me cum when I squirmed against Terry's hot prick and ground the lips of my pussy against that thick, rock-hard shaft. It didn't matter to me-I was possessed completely by my own fervent arousal and sought only to release the knotted bands of sexual hunger that were wrapped around my womb and cunt. Terry's big prick drove deep into my flesh and soon untied those bands. I gritted my teeth to keep from shrieking with delight as a solid sheet of pleasure, so strong as to be blinding and paralyzing, suddenly erupted from deep within my cunt. The youth's cock began to jump and leap about in a mad frenzy of erotic delight at the same time and as my love bud hummed with an angry zeal I felt him begin filling my cunt with his scalding cream.
" ANNNNGGGHH! UHHHH!" I grunted. "MMMMMM!"
"AHHH, I FEEL YOUR CUNT SQUEEZING MY COCK!" he groaned, lurching against me in a mad effort at getting even more of that stupendous tool into mv flesh. "UNNGGHHH! YOU'RE MILKING ME WITH YOUR CUNT; YOU'RE FUCKING THE BALLS OFF ME!"
There may have been times when I have felt a man's climax with a more penetrating clarity but if so I don't recall them. The water seemed to make my inner flesh even more attentive to every twitch of his rod and, as the steaming jets of hot cream shot against the walls of my cunt I jerked about convulsively. Each time that his cock pulsed, expelling another wad of that incredibly stirring blast, I quivered from head to foot and moaned with wild, animating joy. I continued to fuck myself against him and to stab at my clit with my fingers, making my climax last far longer than usual, and I continued to do so until long after his balls had surrendered their last drop of cum.
"Ooohh, I can't stand up!" I muttered weakly when I released the grip of my legs upon his. "You've fucked the life out of me!"
I soon recovered enough strength to be able to stand, however, and then he pulled away from me and removed his prick from my cunt. I moaned softly when I felt that beautiful piece of fucking machinery slip out of my flesh. He told me to look down into the water and watch the love juice dripping from my cunt and I did so. The lake was very clear and I could see almost to the bottom. At first my cunt refused to give up its charge of cream but then I reached between my legs and inserted two fingers into the numbed slit, prying it apart. I gave an involuntary moan of shocked surprise when the lake water, much cooler than the interior of my cunt, rushed into that boiling cavity; once the shock had passed I discovered that the sudden influx of cooler water had a peculiarly erotic effect on me. Had I been aroused at that moment, I might very well have had another orgasm then and there but as it was I had no feeling of hunger at all. I saw the first blob of his cum seeping out; it rose up in front of me and drifted away, a lonely, convoluted cloud of milky white cream. Further blobs soon appeared and then I slipped on the bottom of my bathing suit.
Terry stayed beside me for a moment and then began wading toward Dianne and Amy. I had little doubt that similar clouds of milky cum were also dripping out of their greedy little cunts but for once I didn't envy them their luck in getting their slits probed-Terry's mind-bending fuck had left me at peace with myself and all those around me. I waded ashore, taking plenty of time to get myself composed, and by the time I walked out of the lake I knew that not one of the parents or church officials would be able to tell that they were looking at a woman who had just been fucked into a state of near-hysteria. I felt a small, secret warmth spreading through me as I smugly contemplated the success of the act which, when Terry had suggested it, I'd found so shocking; it made me feel very good inside to know that I'd been so soundly fucked in front of so many people, one of them the father of the boy who had provided the idea and the prick for the lustful act. Later, when I found myself talking with Amy Krueger's mother, I couldn't help wondering if the girl's assessment of the woman was correct and if she had had her cunt reamed out recently with anything like the delirious results I'd felt when Terry drove his big tool up into my flesh. She was a tall, slender woman, very much like her daughter in many ways, and I could easily imagine that many a man would love to have her elegantly long, tapering legs locked around his body. For one insane moment I toyed with the idea of inviting her to walk over to the boys' campsite with me later and there suggest to her that three of the biggest, stiffest cocks in the state were ready to serve her if she wished. I never doubted that Mark and his friends would take an especially lewd pleasure in fucking the mother of the girl whom they had taught to love the same frenzied act; Dianne might well have taken to the idea of sucking both mother and daughter in turn, I managed to control that absurd impulse, of course, and said nothing about my inner thoughts. Mrs. Krueger and I had a very polite, restrained bit of chitchat and then went our separate ways.
Pastor Bockhaus complimented me at the end of the day and told me that he was very pleased with the way both camps were progressing. I wryly wondered to myself what he would say if he knew how little time I'd been spending on my supervisory duties lately and how I'd been occupying my spare moments; would it matter to him, I wondered, if I assured him that his son had an extraordinary cock and the ability to use it with devastating effect? Again I restrained my wayward impulse and thereby preserved my reputation for at least a while longer.
My relations with the boys did not alter noticeably after the holiday weekend. Whenever I visited them they were usually ready to permit me to join Amy and Dianne-who were spending more and more time with them-in serving them, although always in such a way that I knew it made little difference to them whether or not they fucked me. On one especially distressing occasion, I spent nearly two hours in watching the three boys screwing the girls in a great variety of ways-they slipped from one cunt to another, or from a cunt to a mouth, with boundless energy and gusto but never once did the boys look my way. Nothing could have told me more completely just how little they valued my cunt and my skill at using it to bring their pricks to a state of spurting joy. Finally, unable to watch them any longer and unwilling to let them see me masturbating, I left the campsite without a word. I took the long way back to my own camp, circling away from the lake and cutting over toward Eagle Mountain, where I'd find a trail leading back into the more desolate parts of that region. After walking for a couple of hours and muttering curses at the boys for their thoughtless behavior, I came into a small, grassy clearing and sat down to catch my breath, winded by the hike across the rough, broken country.
There was to be no rest for me, however; I'd seen too much that morning and heard too many frantic exhortations to be able to rest peacefully. My pussy pounded with a dull, aching throb and my nipples were straining painfully against my bra. After realizing that I wouldn't be able to stand the torture any longer, I stood up and slipped out of my hiking shorts and panties. I lay back on the cool, shady grass and spread my legs wide; I ignored the unromantic hiking boots on my feet, since I only needed a moment's work on my pussy to bring it to a full, boiling state of orgasmic satisfaction.
Some perverse whim of mine made me torture myself and delay the explosion as long as possible. Thus I began touching the tips of my fingers lightly to the hot, tender flesh. I deliberately kept my fingers away from my clit and the especially sensitive inner lips, though I could hardly keep from moaning when my fingers pressed lightly upon the outer fold of excited flesh. I could feel my cunt growing tighter with every minute and found it more difficult to keep my fingers away from the critical spots. Finally I spread the outer lips wide apart and reached between them to grasp the puffy, swollen flaps growing up inside them. At once J felt a strong surge of sexual feeling run through my body and I made it even stronger by rubbing the lips together and then pulling them away from my body. I knew that another moment of that savage delight would have me coming like mad but I sought to delay the culminating stroke as long as possible. I was lying there trembling, trying to keep from attacking my throbbing clit, when suddenly I heard a rustling in the bushes around me and then a burst of raucous laughter.
"Hey, a damsel in distress!" a gruff, masculine voice called out. "To the rescue, boys!"
Startled almost out of my wits, I reared up and looked about. A tall, dark youth stepped out into the clearing; three more boys of about the same age-about sixteen, I guessed-followed him. They all wore shorts and hiking boots and each carried a heavy backpack. Their naked torsos and the portion of their legs not covered by shorts or boots were all deeply tanned. They filed into the clearing and stood beside me, looking down with an all-consuming interest that made me only too aware of my semi-naked state of dress.
"No need for you to go finger dipping, lady," the leader said, unbuckling the hip belt to his pack and shrugging out of it with a comforting grin. "We've been up in the hills for a week now and you'd better believe that we're all primed to take care of all those aches and pains for you! You never saw a bunch of hornier guys than us, and we'll be glad to help you out!"
With that he unfastened the front of his hiking shorts and dropped them to his ankles, stepping out of them with a quick move. I sucked in a deep breath, appalled at being surprised like that but also shocked at the size of the cock that he uncovered when he stripped. The tool was every bit as big as Mark's patented cunt-splitter, if not larger, and it was already as stiff as the stout hickory hiking staff which the youth had laid aside. His companions doffed their packs too and also dropped their shorts down. Within a moment's time I was surrounded by four young men, all of them in a state of extreme sexual arousal to judge by the condition of their pricks. Not all were hung as well as the leader, to be sure, but not one had a small prick. One had the most curious shaped prick I've ever seen-it couldn't have been six inches long but it was at least as thick as my wrist. The very sight of that broad, stubby weapon caused my pussy to begin muttering rebelliously and I shuddered at the thought of the deed they so very obviously contemplated performing.
"Oh, no, please!" I gasped, unable to shrink back because they were all around me. "Don't do that to me, don't rape me!"
"Who's talking about rape?" the fellow murmured, sinking to a seat beside me and lightly caressing my naked hip. "Why, the way you were balling yourself just now, it's real clear that you need to get yourself fucked. And we're just the guys who can fling that old prick. like I said, we've been hoofing it all around those hills out there and there wasn't a piece of ass anywhere. Do you know, it's been ten days, almost, since I've shot my load off? These balls of mine, they're so full of cream I can feel it squishing around clear down to my knees! Yeah, I could probably shoot a wad over the tops of those trees there! Wouldn't you like to get that cunt of yours around a rod as loaded as mine is?"
I suddenly recognized him as almost a carbon copy of Mark. Not that they looked anything alike, apart from their size and their dark complexion; it was more a matter of their having the same arrogant assurance about their masculine powers, the same knowing confidence when it came to matters pertaining to sexuality. His fingers continued to run up and down the outside of my thigh and extended upward to trace exciting little patterns over my hip. Patterns of lust danced in my excited body wherever his fingers touched me and I could feel my pussy crying out for me to give in to his advances.
Another youth came over and began toying with the hem of my T-shirt, teasing me by making me think he was going to rip it off my body. A third sat at my other side and began caressing my other thigh, so that I was now beset on both sides by lustful tormentors. The fourth youth, the one with the especially thick cock, stood directly in front of me and began masturbating. He peeled the foreskin off the immense, swollen head of his cock and pressed it far back down the shaft; I felt another powerful tremor of incipient sexuality pulsing out from my slit when I saw him preparing his cock for fucking action. He' rolled the foreskin back over the head and again peeled it back, working it back and forth with a slow, suggestive grace which I found extraordinarily compelling. The sight of him jacking off in that particular way was quite as arousing as anything I'd ever seen before and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I was begging them to fall upon me and fuck me senseless. A tiny, translucent droplet of juice came into the deep slit crowning the head of his prick; I trembled heavily when I saw that forerunner of the flood which was undoubtedly contained in his big, heavy balls. They looked to be as large as lemons and conveyed a suggestion of a lusty, brutish power which would certainly give me all the sexual pleasure my overheated body could possibly tolerate.
"Yeah, she's coming around," the leader muttered softly. "Jack, why don't you go ahead and pull that T-shirt over her head and let's have a look at those knockers, huh? She looks like she's built good enough to send an old man into a nervous state!"
Jack, a thin, lanky youth with an engaging grin, lifted the shirt up around my body. I meekly raised my arms over my head and allowed him to pull it the rest of the way off. The other boy unhooked my bra and flung it aside. Expressions of mute admiration flowed over their faces when they saw my naked breasts; even though they meant to rape me I couldn't help taking a momentary pride in the way they so obviously honored my figure with their eyes.
"Wow, better than I ever figured!" the leader murmured. "Jack, you and Pete belly up there and start rubbing your cocks over those nipples for her. There isn't hardly a woman anywhere that won't pick up on having her titties rubbed by a good, hot prick!"
I moaned helplessly but couldn't make any move toward defending myself. Pete and Jack rose up to a kneeling position and began following their leader's orders. I gasped weakly when their pricks grazed my nipples. The dark, swollen cones of fully aroused flesh at the tips of my big breasts were inordinately sensitive, or course, and they thrilled as the hot pricks brushed against them. The youths both skinned their pricks back so that the flaring, naked heads, both knobs of purple flesh and even hotter now, could slide directly over my nipples. Again I groaned, louder this time, and I feared that I might well have an orgasm simply through being touched in that unusual manner. Had one of them suddenly pulled my thighs apart and begun licking my clit, I doubt that the sensations would've been any more acute.
"She's about ready for something a little stronger than that," the leader suddenly observed. "All right, boys, who's going to get his cock into that hotbox first?"
"Not me," the youth who was jacking off grunted, still working the foreskin up and down the length of his incredibly thick cock. "I might bust her wide open if I tried sticking this cunt-plugger of mine in her when she's fresh. Besides, I'd rather wait and let one of you guys get her oiled up good first!"
"How about you, Fred?" Jack suggested. "Hell, you were the one who wanted to go this way and you saw her first!"
"Yeah, he's right," Pete agreed. "You stick it to her, Fred, and we'll help out later on. Or maybe I could get her to give me a blow job while you're boring out that cunt of hers, huh?"
"Sounds good to me," Fred replied in a cheerful tone. "How about that, honey? You think you'd like to take on two of us at once? Think you could go down on Pete's cock?"
I glanced over at the youth; he was the one with the smallest prick of all, though his balls were grotesque in their size. The huge, egg-filled bag seemed to reach almost down to his knees and the contents swelled it out to enormous proportions. I had no doubt that he would be able to give me all the cream I could swallow. I could see that there was no hope for me; they were far too excited to let me get away unfucked and I decided that I might as well make the best of the unpromising situation. Besides, I must admit, a strong and clamorous part of me simply wanted to cooperate with the youths. Even though I'd never seen them before in my life, they were all suitably lusty and their desire kindled a glowing fire deep inside my loins.
"Yes, I'll suck him off," I murmured, glancing down shyly. "You're right-I'm so turned on I can't see straight! The way I feel now, it might take all four of you to give me all the cock I want!"
"That's the way to talk," Fred congratulated me. "I knew you were the sort who'd recognize a good thing when you saw it!"
"Just don't take all day in getting your rocks off," Jack warned. "If I've to stand here very long and watch you ball her I might just start shooting cum all over the place!"
"If you have to do that, let me know and I'll take it," I said, feeling a sudden attack of bawdiness. "That stuffs too good to let it go spilling out on the ground!"
"Damn, I think we found a live one!" the thick-pricked lad chortled. "Yeah, you just try working us all down! We'll wear blisters on that pussy of yours!"
Fred got between my legs as I laid back and spread them wide for him. My slit was already greasy-slick with the oils which had overflowed from my cunt and his princely cock easily slid into the quivering mouth of my cunt. I gave a startled lurch of surprised joy when I felt the big tool nose the lips of my pussy apart; the rod seemed to be white hot and it radiated strong sensations of the utmost sensuality. I squirmed against him as he held it there and gradually he leaned against me, forcing the head of his prick into my taut flesh.
At the same time Pete came closer to my face and bent down so that I could get my mouth around his prong. I skinned the head back with a quick thrust of my fingers; he sighed happily as the foreskin rolled off the head of his cock and down the stiff shaft. I closed upon him with a quick lunge of my head and felt the hot, satiny tip slide into my mouth. My tongue greeted his entrance with a long, lusty caress and crushed the soft, bulbous tip against the roof of my mouth. I sensed that he was very highly excited indeed and that he wouldn't be able to hold back his climax for very long. Knowing that, I concentrated on sucking him as hard as I could and for a moment or two I nearly forgot about Fred and the gloriously pleasing way he was shoving his cock into my slit.
"AGGHHH!" Pete groaned, shaking mightily and thrusting hard into my mouth. "UNNGGHHHHH! SHE'S SUCKING MY COCK OFF! OOOOOOHH, I'M CUMING ALREADY!"
Indeed he was. He gave a small, trembling thrust and then a more determined one as he sought to give his balls that last extra bit of excitement they needed in order to burst into flowing, gushing life. I twisted my mouth around his meat and forced it far down the shaft, then pulled back; the first agonizingly beautiful spurt of his cream shot into my throat with all the force I could ever have hoped for. I have no doubt that if his prick had been outside my mouth at the moment he began to cum, his love juice would easily have shot across to the far edge of the clearing. As it was, I received the full brunt of his explosion and it sent hot flashes of delighted pleasure racing through the rest of my body.
Fred reached up to caress my swollen breasts when he saw that Pete was already cuming. At the same time he slammed his cock into me full force, sinking at least half of that big rod into my cunt at once. It felt as though a big, hot sword had suddenly been shoved into the most sensitive part of my body. I stiffened, almost destroyed by that brutal penetration, but then felt the answering response taking shape deep inside my womb. I locked my legs around his and threw my pussy against him with all the power I could manage. His prick slid deeper and Pete continued to cum, pouring out a tremendous flood of scalding hot cream into my mouth. I swallowed quickly; the young, fervent taste of his cum made my body tremble with frantic desire.
The violent fury of Pete's orgasm, together with the free and easy way Fred drove his prick ever deeper into my cunt, was quite enough to upset my tightly wound nervous system. A mammoth, pulsing wave of orgiastic pleasure loomed up deep inside my-womb and then spilled over, flooding my body with exquisitely tingling waves of sexual delight. The pounding, thudding waves of orgasmic feeling quickly spread until I could feel my brain reeling under their impetus. The climax mounted to a quick, violent peak, ebbed slightly and then returned, surging to even higher levels of exaltation. I sucked at Pete's cock as hard as I could, writhing against Fred all the while, and marveled at the way my body continued to churn out those frantic spasms of pure animal pleasure. Again and again my cunt heaved convulsively, each time making me shudder with delicious joy.
Pete's prick gradually ebbed until the flow of cum had completely died away. I'd gladly have continued mouthing that tool, even though it had no more of that ripe, salty gruel to give me, but he pulled away from me, wincing at the ecstatic twinges of feeling which my mouth roused in him. I turned to find Jack approaching me from the opposite side, prick in hand. His tool was every bit as hard as any I'd ever felt and when he thrust it toward my mouth, I naturally accepted it. He had the head peeled back and the naked, flaring tip drove deep into my throat. I curled my tongue around it once, welcoming it as best I could, and then began licking it with long, slow caresses that struck directly at the center of his self-control.
Fred continued to work his cock back and forth in my cunt and gradually I learned how to serve them both at the same time. I worked my hips to and fro, bouncing them up and down at the same time, and he helped matters along considerably by reaching down to caress my stiff clit with the tip of a finger. My cunt responded with another series of powerful jolts of orgiastic feeling. I could feel his stiff prick surging deeper, filling me as full as I could ever want to be filled with that marvelously satisfying tool, and I answered by giving Jack's hard cock an especially strong caress with my tongue. I began twisting my mouth around his prick, adding some tongue caresses and bobbing my head up and down so that I was applying the strongest, most intimate kind of stimulation to virtually every part of his cock. I wanted him to cum as soon as he could, just as I wanted Fred to blast off a round of hard, jetting spurts of his own love juice, and I did whatever I could to hasten them toward that goal.
I felt Fred begin to cream first. He gave a low, harsh grunt and slammed into me harder than ever, sending the head of his prick up snug against my cervix, and then withdrew the big, cunt-smeared tool only to drive it all the way home once more. I knew then that he was near and I squeezed him with my legs as hard as I could. Pete bent further over me, running his cock into my mouth at a different angle, and I could tell that he was very close to that same delirious state of mindless delight.
"Ugghhhh!" he grunted, holding my head between his hands and fucking my mouth with short, choppy lunges of his hips. "Get it, baby, get all that come! Agghh! My balls, you're sucking the cream right out of my balls!"
Fred's big prick was already pumping out endless Jets of liquid fire that splashed against the wall of my cunt and sent my overly excited senses into yet another round of frantic quivering. For a moment I thought that my body had been somehow concentrated in my cunt, so that I was completely surrounding him; I could feel his prick in every part of my body, it seemed, and his love juice was infecting all of me with a total sexuality which was so real I couldn't believe it was only imaginary. At the same time, Pete's' prick began leaping and surging within my mouth. The highly excited youth delivered a very full and extremely satisfying flood of hot juice that gushed over the back of my throat and added immeasurably to my overall pleasure.
"Okay, Harry, she's all yours," Fred said, turning his head to look at the remaining boy, who still toyed with his cock and gazed down at me with hot, lustful eyes. "That cunt ought to be slippery enough by now; I think I shot about a quart of cum up her cunt! Damn, she really takes off when she feels it!"
A perfect flood of warm cum trickled put of my pussy lips, coursing down between the cheeks of my ass and then sliding to the ground, when Fred pulled his prick from me. He didn't exaggerate: his ejaculation had easily been the equal of anything I'd ever felt from Mark and his friends and, together with the double charge of cream I'd received in my mouth, had been enough to send my body soaring up onto a fluffy cloud of sexual delight. But still there was Harry, he of the immensely thick cock; I knew that his gargantuan tool would strain my cunt to the very limits of its endurance, even after Fred had so thoroughly loosened me up. He was quick to get between my legs and to plug up the hole which his friend had vacated.
I felt his great, bull-like power at once. He was very gentle when he began inserting that stupendous cock of his, and it was a good thing: had he launched an all-out assault upon my cunt, even in its well-fucked, slippery state, he might very well have ripped the flesh apart. He knew his abilities and the dangers, though, and took his sweet time in introducing that huge prong into my cunt. I groaned heartily when I felt him begin driving against me, though, and for a moment I doubted that he would be able to get it in me.
"It'll go!" he muttered, feeling my body stiffen up with fright and pain. "Just take it easy; it'll go in! Oh, damn, that's the best cunt I ever felt! UNNGGHH! YOU'RE SO HOT, SO FUCKING HOT AND WET!"
There was something about the idea of fucking a cunt already saturated with hot cum that appealed mightily to an obscure facet of his emotional makeup. Perhaps he had a fixation of some kind, an inner compulsion to bathe his cock in another man's cum; whatever the explanation, he fucked me with a totality which absolutely overwhelmed me. Once his prick's head had entered the mouth of my cunt I found that the pressure exerted by the tool rapidly grew much more bearable and after another moment I felt an unusual sense of joy sweeping outward from my loins. He filled me completely, giving me a sense of being fucked with maximum effect, and my cunt began tingling joyously.
Harry's long period of excitement resulted in a very quick climax for him. No more than half the big tool was lodged in my cunt when he began trembling and moaning. I tightened the grip of my legs and swung my hips at him, making my velvety sheath slip and slide around his prick with more effect; by arching my back and pulling my pussy away from his loins I managed to bring the tip of my love bud down into contact with the shaft of his cock. The contact sent another spasmodic shudder through my body and was itself enough to provoke another attack of sexual stupor. I tried out fiercely, rubbed myself against him frantically and felt my womb begin spinning deliriously. Cuming from every pore of my body, I fucked against him harder and harder until finally he growled out a harsh oath and slammed his cock home. His balls were pumping out prodigious amounts of steaming cum that filled my loins with unreasoning joy. I clutched him to my body and moaned with ecstatic delight.
CHAPTER NINE
Later, after they had caught their breath and allowed me to recover somewhat from the series of spellbinding climaxes which had racked my body, each of the boys again fucked me. This time they all got between my thighs and shoved their cocks into my cunt, where they worked back and forth until they blasted out another orgasmic flood. By the time they had all completed their lewd work I was almost senseless and couldn't bear the thought of even moving.
"I believe she's just about fucked out," Fred muttered after Harry, the last to take his pleasure with me, had eased off my quivering body. "Better let her go with that, fellows. We'll give her a little time to get over it and then get her pointed on her way back home, wherever that is."
I managed to tell them about my camp and assured them, that I'd be able to hike back, once I'd recovered from the furious succession of climaxes which had turned my bones into hot jelly. They discussed. their plans among themselves, me listening with half an ear, and then I had the most marvelous flash of genius which I've ever had. I suggested to them that they camp up in these hills for a few days, taking advantage of the fact that no one came into this area, and promised that I'd visit them as often as possible. I made no attempt to hide the fact that I lusted for them; the thought of having access to all that young, virile cock made me quiver again with a fresh, maidenly anxiety.
After considering all the possibilities, they agreed to stay in the area as long as they could. They had supplies for another five days in the woods, they estimated, and I promised them that I'd do everything in my power to make their stay a memorable one. My open, unabashed eagerness to have them over and over again, together with their own horniness, was enough to incline them to accept my depraved proposition and I felt my heart thumping madly when they nodded their agreement to my offer. Fred marveled at my readiness for sex of any kind; he hadn't found many girls who were as willing to take a prick in any fashion and his companions agreed that my impetuous passion pleased them greatly. In spite of the ill treatment I'd received at their hands, I uttered a silent thanks to Mark and his friends for having taught me to accept the inner longings of my body and to allow my passionate nature to express itself freely.
"You won't regret it," I promised them. "There isn't any style of fucking that I don't love and I'll prove it to you when I see you again. All you have to do is mention it to me, whatever way you want it, and I'll do everything I can to bring it off that way!"
It was a simple fact, nothing more. I felt a compelling urge to have them in every conceivable way; I even felt a surge of interest when I contemplated being fucked in the ass-hole by Harry's huge cock, though I knew that it might very well rupture me or otherwise harm that tender opening.
Once I felt some strength flowing back into my body I roused myself. Fred mentioned a small pool a short distance back up the trail from which they had come, and he led me toward it. I followed him through the bushes, stark naked, and squatted in the knee-deep pool of icy mountain water. The chilling blast felt very good against my overworked pussy and I carefully washed it. I even inserted a finger into my cunt and held that tender, fragile tunnel open to allow a gust of the chilly water to wash out the interior-the icy douche sent a powerful shudder over my flesh but it refreshed me greatly and strengthened me for the hike back to the camp. I was tired and sore when I got back to the clearing and began pulling on my clothes but I knew that at least I could make my way back home.
A warm, glowing sense of inner contentment stayed with me all the way back and until I went to sleep that night. Fred had agreed that he and his friends would camp in the clearing where they had found me and I promised that I'd make every effort to get back there the next day. Amy gave me a sly, conspiratorial look when I saw her late that afternoon and I returned it, chuckling to myself when I thought of just how much pleasure I'd had after leaving her with Dianne and the rest of her friends. I had little doubt that Mark and his group would soon tire of Amy; they now impressed me as the sort of boys who would always be on the lookout for new pussies to plunder, and I didn't worry greatly about missing them. No doubt they would sooner or later set Amy to pimping for them, just as they had tortured me into performing a similar service, and I had no doubt that that lusty little slut would gladly bring any of her like-minded friends to their camp if asked to do so. Well, I'd face that problem when it arose, I told myself, and in the meantime I'd devote myself completely to enjoying the fourfold treasure which I'd so providentially discovered.
"Providentially" was to be the exact and fitting word, I later learned; Fred and his friends provided me with the perfect solution to all the problems which Mark and his cruel friends had created for me. I didn't discover this until my seond visit to Fred's camp, however, and that story will be told in due course. Truth and candor compel me to describe the first visit, since it was there that I proved to them my willingness to make every effort toward satisfying all their lustful desires.
I got away from the camp as soon as I decently could on that first day. Fred and his friends were camped about four miles away, or perhaps a two-hour walk, since the route I had to follow was a rough and winding one. I made the trek in what must've been near record time and found them all in the small clearing when I arrived. I didn't have to say a word, nor did they; all of us knew what we were there for and I wasted no time in removing my clothing. They watched appreciatively as I stripped and the presence of a highly appreciative audience lent a special kind of joy to my disrobing.
Ten years ago, I thought as I fumbled with the hooks to my bra, I'd scarcely have had the nerve or the forwardness to have undressed even before a man whom I deeply loved. I'd been taught, as a child, to be ashamed of my nakedness and to revile those parts of my own body which were associated with sexuality. Only gradually had I begun to see that this teaching had been false but it hadn't been until I'd fallen in with Mark and his group of lecherous buddies .that I really began shedding my inhibitions. They had convinced me that a woman's body can be beautiful, that it has a strong erotic effect upon the male of the species; above all, they had taught me to relish creating that effect.
Fred and his friends were all naked-they later told me that they often hiked in the nude when they were sure that they were in a suitably remote area-and I could see their cocks growing bigger and harder as I revealed more and more of my body to them. Finally I stepped out of my panties and turned to face them directly. They were grouped together, fortunately, and I seized the opportunity to flaunt my nakedness, my depraved sexual hungers, before their very eyes. I rubbed my fingers over the hair covering my love-mound, fluffing it up and incidentally creating stronger yearnings wherever my fingers touched, and spread my feet far apart so as to give them a detailed view of the slit running between my thighs. Their eyes sparkled with interest and I felt my own passion growing stronger by the second.
"I've brought you a present," I said, pressing my fingers down alongside the slit and pressing the outer lips apart. "It's the hottest pussy around and it's all yours! You can do whatever you want with it, I don't care; there isn't anything you can do to it that I won't love!"
"Man, that thing looks better than the breakfast I had!" Pete muttered.
"It's edible," I boldly replied. "Want to have a taste?"
Pete grinned nervously and came toward me. He settled himself in front of me and tilted his head back; I. inched forward and guided my hot, ravenous pussy down toward his waiting lips. He began eating me with a delicate, tentative touch that sent hot darts of sexual anguish flying throughout my nervous system. His tongue slithered between the lips of my pussy and glided up and down the soft, sensitive furrow. I moaned feverishly when I felt him rimming my cunt; the moan became a gasp of sexual fervor when he redirected his aim so that he could flick my clit with his tongue.
"Oooohh, God, you're trying to make me cum in your mouth!" I whispered, pressing closer to him and weaving my hips slightly. "You're trying to bring me off right now! Ugghhh! You're licking me to death; I can't stand it!"
The thought of feeling a woman cum in his mouth evidently inspired him and he began sucking me harder. I gave him a few tactful suggestions, especially hinting that I'd like him to suck the lips up into his mouth and scrape his teeth against them; he caught on to the hint quickly and complied. I thrust my pussy against his face and choked out a short, guttural cry of elation when I felt my womb kick out into flowing, bustling orgiastic life. My climax burst suddenly within me, surprising even me by its quickness, and quickly spread through my thighs and belly until it was possessing me completely.
"OOOOHH! NOW SUCK!" I muttered thickly. "OMIGOD, YOU'RE SUCKING MY CUNT OUT; YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM ALL OVER MYSELF! AGGHHH! OHHH, DO IT, DO IT!" .
I honestly think he was surprised at the quickness and strength of my climax. like many males, he had a prick-centered consciousness which assumed that a woman must have the male organ in order to reach full completion. He quickly learned otherwise and his friends were also suitably impressed with his ability to bring me off so efficiently. I was only too happy to contribute to their sexual education, of course, and no sooner had my orgasm finished its nerve-racking course than I was ready for another and even more stirring lesson.
"How many guys do you think you could handle at once?" Fred asked me, giving me a shrewd, penetrating look unusual in one so young. "I mean, I know you balled two of us at once yesterday; is that your limit?"
"I don't know," I honestly replied. "But I know that I've got three places to put cocks and I've seen girls being fucked in all three places at once, so I don't see any reason I shouldn't be able to do it that way too!"
That set them back on their heels. I don't think that any of them had ever seriously considered sodomizing a woman and Jack, certainly, openly scoffed at the thought. He frankly stated his belief that it was impossible to fuck a woman in the ass and that set me off.
"If you really believe that," I told him, "why don't you let me prove it to you? I know I could get my ass-hole around your cock and I'd love to show you that I mean business. And somebody else could fuck my cunt; that's easy enough. As for the others, well, I guess you could try fucking me in the mouth at the same time, but I can't promise I could handle two of you at once. I'm certainly willing to try it, though; it ought to be a blast if everybody started shooting off at the same time!"
My obvious eagerness to attempt the obscene act tempted them all and inflamed their passions until I knew that I'd scored a victory. Jack shrugged and observed that he was willing to try it. I therefore dealt with him first, copying to some extent the pattern I'd seen Amy execute when she had been made into a "sex sandwich," so to speak. Fred produced a small plastic bottle of cooking oil and gave it to Jack, who applied a portion of it to his swollen cock; we supposed that the gentle oil would provide an effective lubricant for his cock and would not be injurious to my tender flesh. I lubricated myself with my finger, spreading the rich, cunty musk which had flooded from my pussy, and soon had the interior of my ass well oiled as far as I could reach with my finger. I then directed Jack to he on his back and I got over him, almost reclining, and faced his feet. I directed his prick between the cheeks of my ass and guided it up to my taut, tingling ass-hole.
"Just don't try to fuck it like it was a pussy," I warned him. "You've got to go slow and easy when you're fucking a woman in the ass-otherwise you'll hurt her too much and then it'll backfire; neither one of you will get any fun out of doing it that way!"
He proved to be a very considerate ass lover and was the soul of tender, gentle concern as he proceeded to work the head of his cock into my ass. I uttered a silent thanks that he was the one who was penetrating my ass; his cock was one of the smallest of the four and would cause me much less discomfort than, say, that bizarre-looking club which reared up from Harry's loins. Once I'd firmly planted about three inches of Jack's prick in my ass, I looked about and motioned for someone to lie over me and insert another of those marvelous tools into my pussy. I felt a distinct sense of dismay when Harry came toward me and climbed into place. Jack's cock would make my pussy very tight, I knew, and the thought of having to make room for the prodigiously thick prong attached to Harry sent cold chills of doubt running over my flesh. I promised myself that I would make every effort to accommodate him, however, and choked back the cry of protest which welled up within my throat.
I found that I'd underestimated the elasticity of my cuntal opening. To be sure, the presence of Jack's prick in the adjacent opening meant that Harry had to press much harder in order to get his cock started up the juicy tunnel. I discovered that the pain was not nearly as sharp as I'd imagined and this exciting discovery impelled me toward a more enthusiastic acceptance of his cock. I held myself very still as he forced the thick, flaring head of his prick into my cunt and once he had persuaded the tender, throbbing mouth to open wider I became conscious only of his immensely exciting presence there.
"OOHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOD! IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!" I whimpered, almost on the verge of another climax then and there. "MMMMMM, IT'S MAKING ME WANT TO FUCK AND SUCK FOREVER! HURRY, FRED, HURRY UP AND START FUCKING MY MOUTH TOO! I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER!"
Fred and Pete knelt beside us, finding it a little difficult to get into place, but their impetuous ardor ensured that they were successful. I wasn't successful in getting both those cocks into my mouth at once, naturally, so I had to content myself with sucking them alternately. I rested my back against Jack's hard belly and chest so that I could reach up with both hands and clasp their hot, horny pricks; I began masturbating them and licking them and sucking them all at once. At the same time, Jack began experimenting with his hips and learned how to work his prick back and forth in my ass-hole with little flips that made his gorgeously stiff cock slide, in and out, moving perhaps an inch in each direction. That was quite enough to give me all the friction my overheated tissues and nerve endings required, especially when Harry began sliding his own huge cunt-stuffer back and forth. Pinned between them as I was, I couldn't mount a very satisfactory counter-thrust but I didn't need this, I soon found: the simple joy of having pricks thrust into two of the most aroused parts of my body was enough to send my senses soaring upward, searching for sensual contentment which was soon to possess me totally.
All the while, I was working my fists up and down the two cocks probing at my mouth. By turning my head from side to side I could work my mouth down over each tool in succession and soon my tongue was going wild with sexual frenzy. Fred and Pete inched closer together and soon their pricks were almost touching each other. I continued to lick and kiss those broad prick heads; my fists flashed up and down the rigid shafts like pistons. After only a very few moments of this all-encompassing sexuality I became aware of nothing but my own fervent hungers and of my need to satisfy them.
My cunt was already throbbing heavily, preparing itself to loose a mighty charge of orgiastic delight, and I knew that I had only to lie there and let the boys fuck me into a state of true, enduring bliss. They did so and when that thudding, shattering release of sexual tension flooded my loins they answered with even stronger, more exciting thrusts. They could feel each other's cocks and the exciting, dynamic quality of my long, furious climax soon had them humping and thrusting powerfully in an effort to bring their balls to a state of eruption. A small part of my mind remained aware of their incipient orgasms, even as my body reverberated with the powerful waves of orgiastic feeling which poured from my cunt, and when they started to spurt out their liquid lava of burning cream the tremors assumed cataclysmic proportions.
Fred and Pete, meanwhile, were growing more highly excited every minute. They crowded closer, each trying to stuff more of his prick into my mouth; I continued to jack them off and suck them to the limit of my ability. It didn't take too many more strokes before they were both grunting and jabbing at me In an effort to hasten the foregone conclusion. Possessed by my own lusty joy, I lavished caresses upon them until they could contain their passionate delight no longer. They began cuming at almost the same time and I felt twin jets of cum splashing over my tongue, squirting into the back of my mouth and deluging me with a creamy shower. No one could possibly have swallowed both those immense loads, though I gave it everything I had; a thin trickle of cum dripped out of the left corner of my mouth and ran down onto my throat. I sucked at them and swallowed vigorously until I felt sure that my brain was going to quit functioning. A sense of the utmost satisfaction, deep and penetrating to the core of my body, swept over me.
"Man, she did it!" Pete breathed in surprise. "She really did it! She took all four of us at once!"
"She's something else," Fred agreed. "Wow, what a kick in the nuts that was! I felt that cum all the way down to my feet!"
"Whew, her cunt just about ate my cock alive," Harry muttered as he levered himself away from me and rolled back. "When she started creaming I could feel that thing nipping at me just like it had teeth!"
"Boys, you don't know what fucking is till you've shot off in a girl's ass-hole," Jack remarked. "Wow! I thought it was all over there for a minute! I swear to you, I couldn't see or feel a damned thing there for a minute or two!"
"Just imagine how I felt!" I whispered weakly. "With all you guys going off at once, shooting that hot cream all over and going wild, it was just about the greatest thing ever for me! Mmmmm, I thought it would last forever!"
I pulled myself off Jack, extracting his prick from my ass-hole with a wince as I remembered the violent spasms which had twisted my body when he had begun shooting his cum, and lay on my back. I clasped my hands over my loins and spread the rich cream over my upper thighs and lower body; the warm, sticky juice felt wonderful against my sore skin and I wondered if perhaps it had some therapeutic value.
Even though each boy had come prodigiously well they were far from satisfied. like Mark and his friends, one orgasm merely whetted their appetites and they were soon ready for seconds. I was only too happy to serve them, since my hot cunt was always ready for action, and they began piling on me and taking their pleasure. I was lost in a swirling daze of pricks, balls and cream; no sooner had one of them shot his load than another was piling into place between my thighs and again stuffing my cunt full of hot, throbbing prick.
Jack proved to have different goals in mind when it came his turn. Pete, Fred and Harry had already had their turn and Jack announced that he wanted to emulate a scene which he had seen repeated several times in sex films shown in adult movie houses. (He mentioned that he had a friend who ran the projectors in one such place, thereby gaining him admission even though he was under the legal age limit.) This scene was the climactic one, in which the male pulled his cock from the woman's body and had his orgasm with the camera registering every twitch, every spurt, of his hyper-stimulated tool.
"That's so you'll know they weren't fooling around," Fred told me, seeing my expression of disbelief. "Otherwise the audience would think it was all a big put-on, see, and get real browned off about it. At least, I guess that's the way they figure it."
Whatever the explanation for that, Jack seemed determined upon having me in that fashion. He told me that he would fuck my cunt for a while, until he neared the point of release, and that he would then pull his cock out; at that point I was to grasp his tool and bring him the rest of the way with a thorough jacking off. I readily agreed to that, since the sum of their ejaculations which I'd already experienced had somewhat eased my desire to feel lusty young males depositing their seed inside my body. Besides, I relished the thought of seeing his come spurting out onto my body and I promised him that I would serve him as well as I possibly could.
He got between my legs and aimed his prick up into the mouth of my pussy. The slit was dripping cum freely, since the other three had all shot off profusely and left large amounts of their cream inside my cunt, and thus it slid home without any difficulty. I bore down on him, though, and proved that a well-fucked cunt needn't be a loose oner-My muscles, kept in fine tone by the active life that I had been leading in camp, clamped around my cunt and gave his cock a solid reception. He plunged in and out, exclaiming with delight as I tightened all my muscles and made my cunt more resistant to his long, twisting thrusts, and before long my exertions, together with his, had him trembling and panting with anticipation.
"Get it now!" he grunted, suddenly pulling his tool from my body and lurching up so that his balls rested on the top of my love mound. "Jack me off, baby, give me that good hand job right now! Unngghhhh! I can't wait to pop my nuts off!"
His prick carried a generous coating of sperm, together with the ripe oils that my several climaxes had produced, and my fist easily slipped up and down the big rod. I jacked him off with the greatest enjoyment and concentrated on giving the head of his cock special attention. I closed my fist around that big knob and gripped it as hard as I could, then twisted my palm around him; I knew that the head was especially sensitive and wanted to make his cum as good as it could possibly be. The tool's salve of cunt drip and man-cum made it slide easily in my hand and soon he gasped out another oath. I shoved my fist down the shaft of his prick, peeling the skin back, and he leaned into me so as to shove his cock further through my hand. I felt the iron-hard shaft pulse and the first blob of cum rocketed out, shooting far up my body and landing on my throat. His cock gave another strong quiver and shot another, slightly weaker missile of molten love; this one spattered onto my left breast and brought a sigh of delight from my lips. I reached up with my free hand and began rubbing the cum over my nipple, shuddering with pleasure as the warm gruel infected my breast with its warmth. He continued to unload, though at a slightly smaller rate, and the creamy stuff jetted down onto my belly. I brought my fist up around his cock and gathered a couple of those jets in my palm, then rubbed it down the length of his meat He groaned louder and shuddered heavily, letting me know in no uncertain terms that my work was producing sensations of the strongest possible sort within his body. I continued jacking him off until his cock had exhausted itself. Even then I pressed the tool down into the puddle of cream that had gathered in a dip in my belly; I dipped it into the warm cream and gave the head a cum bath that had it glistening handsomely.
"Now feed it to me!" I whispered, excited by the lewd work and made hornier than ever by it. "Mmmmmm, feed me that cock and let me lick the hot cream off it!"
He scrambled up my body and brought his prick to my lips. I kissed the cum off him, quivering delightedly as the distinctive taste made my flesh tingle with sexual pleasure, and began rubbing my belly with my hands, spreading his cum over my flesh and enjoying the feel of the lusty stuff. Man-cream has always intrigued me, especially with its quality of being both slippery and sticky at the same time, and I felt warm fingers of arousal playing over my flesh as I spread his cream around my body.
"You really like to ball, don't you?" Fred asked me, though he made it sound more like an observation. "It really gets to you, those pricks and the way they make you feel."
I couldn't deny that and before I left their camp later that day I had treated myself to all the cock I could possibly want for one day. I returned to the little pool near their clearing and washed the cum off my body; again I gave myself one of those bracing, mountain water douches and again I felt my spirits revving upward as the chilling water flowed into the innermost reaches of my cunt. The experience set me to thinking and later, on the hike back to my own camp, I conceived of the perfect way of jacking off: I would use two dildos, I thought-giving little heed to the question of where I was to get even one of those obscene implements, let alone two-and I'd have one slightly warmer than body temperature, the other cooler. By alternating them in my cunt and giving myself no time to prepare for the shift from warm to cool, I thought, I might well be able to give a really special quality to the "do it yourself game. Of course, these thoughts were mere fantasies, since it was very unlikely that I'd ever put them into practice, but they gave me considerable amusement on the walk back home.
It was on the subsequent visit that I made my momentous discovery and stumbled upon the solution to the problems which I could see arising out of Mark and his friends and their readiness to corrupt Amy and other young campers. I'd been with Fred and his party for about an hour and had given each of them exactly the kind of sexual treatment he had desired. Pete had been first and, after having given me a strenuous fucking from the rear, doggie style, he had slipped away to his tent.
He emerged later with a camera and asked if he could make some pictures of my pussy, promising that he would aim the camera in such a way that my face would not show.
"I'd just like to be able to pull out a print now and then," he said, "and think about how nice it was to fuck that cunt!"
I agreed, warning him to be extra careful about getting my face in any of the pictures, and he backed off to begin snapping. He talked as he shot and said that he was an avid photographer and specialized in shots of wildlife, especially birds. When I asked him how he managed to get close enough to get detailed shots, he laughed and said that he owed it all to his extremely long telephoto lens. It enabled him to get extremely detailed shots of birds from long range, even as far as one hundred yards. As I lay there, casually displaying my wet pussy to him in a variety of poses, I suddenly thought about applying his skill to Mark and his friends.
"Hey, if I asked you to make some special shots for me would you do it?" I asked, feeling a nervous little tingle of anticipation as I framed the question.
"Sure, just name it," he agreed. "After the way you've been so nice to us it's the least I can do."
I briefly described the situation at the new camp and told them that I had very little control over Mark, Terry and Chuck, since their fathers occupied prominent positions within the church. If I were to be supplied with photographs of them engaging in some of their perverted practices with Amy and Dianne, though, I was sure that I could use the photos as a lever toward persuading them to adopt a more conciliatory attitude. Pete agreed with me and said that he would be only too glad to shoot up a roll of film for me.
"And I'll develop them for you too," he promised, "as soon as I get back to the city. You can have all the prints you want."
"One of each will be enough, I'm sure," I said.
We agreed to meet the next day at about ten o'clock. I marked a rendezvous on their map and then turned to them with an even more passionate warmth; their cheerful agreement to cooperate with me had raised a friendly spirit within me and I felt more strongly than ever an urge to satisfy them in every way that I could. We spent another long session there on the grass, fucking and sucking with all the energy we could muster, and again I thoroughly depleted my reserves of sexuality. Even so, I went back to my camp in high spirits, buoyed by the knowledge that I'd soon have a firmer hold upon the boys and Amy too.
We met the next morning-Pete had attached a bizarre-looking black tube to his camera so that it looked more like a stovepipe than a piece of photographic apparatus-and I led them over to a spot near the boys' camp. Amy had already slipped away that morning and I had little doubt that we would find very acceptable targets for Pete's camera. Fred, Harry and Jack came along, too, wanting to enjoy the occasion, and we slipped quietly through the woods. I led them to a low mound overlooking the clearing and motioned for them to be very quiet.
Peering over the top of the mound, we saw the five of them sprawled on the grass. They were a little less than one hundred yards away-Pete estimated it as about one hundred yards and I took his word for it-and he said that he could get extremely clear, sharp pictures, since they were in the sunlight. I examined their grouping as he adjusted and set up his camera. Dianne had assumed a kneeling position and Mark was behind her, shoving frantically at her rump. She had her face between Amy's spread thighs and looked to be giving an energetic sucking to the young girl.
"Get a picture of her going down on that little bitch!" I muttered anxiously. "That'll be just what I need!"
I could hear Pete's camera snapping away and felt a thump of solid joy within my heart. The situation couldn't have been better made to order and I was determined to take as much advantage from it as I could. We stayed there on the ridge for nearly an hour, shooting film at every opportunity. Dianne and Amy each sucked every boy in turn and then presented her ass to them for another application of hard prick. Pete got some excellent shots of Terry and Chuck humping into Amy from the rear; he said that he had gotten them in poses which clearly showed their faces and would leave no doubt in anyone's mind as to what they were doing. Amy and Dianne cooperated magnificently, though entirely accidentally, and proved to be intent upon displaying every facet of their lusty personalities.
"That's thirty-six frames," Pete said to me at last. "And just about all of them are of some really good fucking action. Either that or somebody getting some fine head. Wow, that pair of girls really let it all hang out, don't they?"
"Yes, and I'm afraid that this is one time they might have let it hang out a bit too far," I said with a wry chuckle. "I'm sure that if I threaten to circulate those pictures they'll know right away that the game is up. They won't dare get any more of the girls from the camp over here now, not with all the damage I can do them!"
"Yeah, but how are they going to know that you've got the pictures?" Pete asked. "I mean, if you just say it they might want some proof. And it'll be a week before I can get back out here with the prints. So where does that leave you?"
My elation quickly evaporated when I saw that he had accurately fixed upon the one weak spot in my plan. Amy knew me well enough to know that I had no camera and very little knowledge about their uses. Fred came to my rescue with a suggestion that saved the day. He urged us to march down into the camp and confront the group head on. They would be able to see Pete's camera, of course, and that would at least create suspicions in their minds, if not convince them outright.
"And there are four of us," he added. "So I don't much think they'll get frisky and try taking the film away or anything like that."
I agreed, of course, and soon we were facing five startled young people. Dianne looked owlishly at Pete's camera; I could see that she was dying to ask if he had been shooting pictures of their lustful play.
"Yes, we've been up on that ridge for about an hour," I told them, putting on my best smile. "Pete got some very interesting pictures. And with that telephoto lens, you can be sure that they were close-ups. Yes, I think that there are some pictures here that some people might find very interesting!"
Mark and his friends at once assumed an expression of the utmost dismay. Amy, ever the bold, impudent one, asserted that she didn't care; her mother knew that she carried on an active sex life and would say nothing if confronted with visual evidence of her wide-ranging activity.
"I wouldn't bother giving them to your mother," I told her, my heart suddenly turning stone cold. "I think it would be better just to circulate them among your schoolmates. I've got a feeling that if everyone saw just how free and easy you've been, they might have a little different opinion about you!"
Her face fell at that and I saw that I'd scored a direct hit upon her most vulnerable spot, her position with her peers.
"But you don't need to worry about that," I said to her. "As long as you behave yourself and stay in camp, no one will ever see the pictures, my dear. But if you step out of line, and especially if you start bringing any other girls over here, then you can kiss your social life goodbye, I'm afraid!"
She abjectly promised that such an act had been the furthest thing from her mind, though I knew better and told her so in blunt terms.
"And as for you," I added, turning to Mark and his friends, "all you have to do to keep those pictures a secret is to stay away from Amy and the rest of the girls at my camp. I don't care what you do with Dianne; she's no concern of mine. And you must also keep up the work here on this new campsite. As long as you do what you were supposed to do and stay away from my camp, you have nothing to worry about."
That seemed to mollify them somewhat, though they still bore very disgruntled looks when we turned away to leave. I couldn't resist one last shot, however, and took a perverse pleasure in delivering it.
"And by the way," I said, turning back to them, "if any of you ever wants a recommendation as a photographic model, feel free to call on me! I know I can give you a very good recommendation!"
