The conflict between good and evil, between innocence and experience, has been a matter to occupy the talents of the major writers of all Western society. One can go back to William Blake's Songs of Innocence coupled with his Songs of Experience for an early example. Or, in recent times, the reader can examine John Steinbeck's East of Eden. The two writers and dozens in the time span between have found the subject worthy of their genius.
It is this same subject that Peggy Spitzer has chosen to depict in her brilliant new novel The Camp Counselor. Her comparison is between the vulnerable youngster, Larry Palmer, naive, unsophisticated and "good" and the older camp counselor, Ted Burton, who represents depravity and debauchery.
Both characters are drawn with deep sympathy and consummate skill. But it is the central character, the beautiful redhead Debbie Blackman, a counselor and tennis teacher at Bald Mountain Camp, who is the central figure of the book, the catalyst for the upsurge of emotions and the subsequent changes that result in the restructuring of the lives of the principal protagonists. Debbfe is a figure of recent fiction not soon to be forgotten. Thanks to the remarkable talent of the author, she emerges as a creature of flesh and blood, a living, vibrant human being caught up in a terrible turmoil.
It is a further indication of the seriousness of the author's purpose that she has not flinched from describing in bold and graphic detail every sordid aspect of the evil happenings at Bald Mountain Camp. Some may be shocked by the vividness, the accuracy of her descriptions. But they will certainly be deeply moved as well.
We, The Publishers, are proud to present such an important new book. We sincerely believe that the reader's sympathy and understanding will be aroused. It is only in such a way that they can properly understand the turmoils and conflicts which sometimes afflict the naive and unwary.
Miss Spitzer has truly steered a middle course between the merely sensational and the lifeless clinical study. The Camp Counselor, we believe, will be a welcome addition to the mature reader's library of contemporary morals.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The cool breeze that blew across the lake ruffled Debbie Blackman's shoulder-length auburn hair and tumbled wisps of it into her wide green eyes. She brushed it back impatiently with a slender suntanned hand while she stared at the bonfire that burned a few feet away.
The soft gentle slapping of the waves behind her was drowned out by the voices of a dozen or more youngsters boys and girls alike raised in song. The special songs of their respective camps Bald Mountain for the girls and Shady Oaks for the boys came first, just as they would wind up the evening. But now the youths were well into the old favorites, belting them out with enthusiasm as they roasted hot dogs and toasted marshmallows.
As she watched them, Debbie sighed with satisfaction. She had hesitated about applying at Bald Mountain for a job as a counselor, wondering if she might be too old to keep up with the adolescent girls. Places at summer camps often went to college students, she remembered. But she had brushed the idea away as being ridiculous. Twenty-six years old? Oh, dear God!
On the other hand, she had wondered if she might be too young to impose the strict authority she was certain these girls would need. Adolescence was always a difficult time as Debbie remembered only too well from her own. But everything had worked out perfectly she thought now, as she gazed at the rapturous young faces turned toward the star-sprinkled sky.
She shifted against the log she sat on, smoothing down the brief skirt of her tennis dress. Even so, the full length of her curvaceous legs exposed. Admittedly, Debbie might just as well have worn shorts like the other counselors. But she knew that the tennis dress was more flattering to her, showing off the full mounds of her high-set breasts while at the same time it accentuated her slender waist. And since she was the tennis instructor at Bald Mountain Camp, why not?
The teenage boys from Shady Oaks Camp were obviously impressed by the counselor's generously curved figure. And right now the eyes of Ted Burton, their swimming instructor, were roving over her. Even by the light of the flickering fire she could see the look of frank appreciation on his handsome face.
The young woman stole another look at Ted. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with the looks of a young Greek god. The sun that had turned his skin to gold had streaked his blond hair with white, making him even more attractive. His chin was strong and his wide and handsome grin showed off his gleaming white teeth. There was a look of health about Ted Burton, a look of good spirits and animal vitality.
Debbie caught Ted staring at her and turned away quickly to engage one of the girls in a conversation about a picnic planned for the next day. Meanwhile someone started another song and the lovely red-headed counselor joined in to sing spiritedly.
When the song ended there was silence, broken only by the crackling of the flames and the lap of the waves along the shore. After a moment Ted burst into the song of Shady Oaks Camp, signaling the end of a long and busy day. The voices died out at last and the campers rose to scurry about, gathering up their belongings. As they did the two counselors extinguished the fire, making sure no dangerous embers remained.
In the darkness the youngsters gathered into two groups to go their separate ways. There was a general chorus of "Good night...see you tomorrow...." before the teenage boys set off in one direction while the girls started toward Bald Mountain Camp. Only the two adults straggled behind, double-checking the fire and making sure that no prized possessions were left lying on the beach.
"Well, I guess that's it," Debbie said when she was sure that all was in order. She sighed, wishing she had something better to do later than to spend the evening in idle conversation with her cabin mate, Karen George. Karen was a nice enough person, but they had already said everything to one another that two young women could possibly be expected to say. Still, she could write postcards again or read the mystery she had picked up on her last trip to town. Neither alternative sounded very exciting but Debbie could count on them to while away a few hours.
She started up the trail, following the chattering homeward bound girls. "Good night, Ted," she called over her shoulder to the swimming teacher. "See you tomorrow."
"Why not tonight?" Ted asked suddenly.
Debbie stopped and turned around. "Tonight?" she asked in surprise.
"Sure. Why not?" the handsome athlete asked.
Debbie felt a pleasant surge of excitement at the invitation, but she shook her head. "I've got to get the girls bedded down," she told Ted.
"And after that?"
"Well...." she hesitated, shrugging her lovely shoulders. Meeting Ted would be fun but she had her responsibilities to consider. "I'm supposed to be on duty," she explained. "You know, just the way you are. In case of some sort of emergency.
"Can't Karen take care of one...if there is one?" Ted asked. "And anyway," he added reassuringly, "nothing's going to happen."
Debbie shook her head. "You know the rules," she said.
"Sure I do," Ted answered with a grin. "And I know what rules are for too." His grin widened. "Rules are to be broken."
The thought of Miss Wilson, the hatchet-faced directress of Bald Mountain Camp, flashed through the redhead's mind. Oh, Lord! If she ever found out that one of her employees had broken the rules there would be hell to pay. But she needn't find out! With weakening resolve Debbie said, "Well, maybe!"
"No 'maybe' about it. That's the gospel truth."
Debbie burst out laughing. "I doubt that," she said. "But maybe I could sneak out for just a little while."
"Great," Ted boomed. "I'll meet you right here in fifteen minutes."
Woman-like, Debbie demurred. "Half an hour," she said.
"Okay, half an hour. I'll be waiting."
Debbie hurried off to catch up with the youngsters in her charge. She shooed them off to bed as she thought of her date with Ted. After the "lights out" whistle blew, the lovely counselor took her flashlight and went from cabin to cabin to check on the youngsters. When her inspection tour was ended she hurried back to her own cabin. To her relief it was empty and she was spared having to answer any questions from her cabin mate.
Quickly Debbie brushed her hair and repaired her make-up. She cast a glance back over her shoulders at her image reflected in the mirror as she picked up her sweater and saw that excitement had lent her a new enchantment. Chiding herself for her vanity she hurried out of the cabin and slammed the door behind her. A moment later she was picking her way down the steep path that led to the beach where Ted waited impatiently.
The blond swimming instructor glanced at his watch from time to time, sullenly cursing women in general and Debbie Blackman in particular. Christ! He'd been waiting weeks for a chance like this and she had to be late!
He thought with pleasure of the moment when he would rip off that silly little outfit she wore. After that after he had stripped her naked he would run his hands lasciviously over her satin smooth skin. And then he would cup the two high plush mounds of her quivering breasts, gently squeezing their soft flesh before he trailed his fingers over the golden skin of her flat smooth belly.
And it wouldn't be long before his fingers would dip into the little tangle of sparsely curling hair there at the base of it. Then they would tease thrillingly at the small mound of her sex while the gorgeous tennis instructor moaned in wanton abandon. After that. . . ? Well, after that he would run his fingers along the tender outer lips of Debbie Blackman's little pink pussy until she was ready to explode. Damn it all! Hadn't he been ready to explode himself practically since he'd arrived here at camp?
Sure, it was something to be an athlete and a kind of hero to the kids in the camp like he was. That was fine during the day. But nights were long and lonely and Ted Burton was tired of setting an example to the kids. "Early to bed...early to rise...." Jesus!
All the handsome male really wanted was to get that hot little bitch from Bald Mountain Camp off alone. He would take her to that cabin in the woods he knew about, he thought, and strip her naked. After that he would ram his aching cock so far up into her steaming little cunt she would think it was coming out of her throat.
And Christ! She would love it! She might yell her head off at first, like the others, but she would really love it. All women did, he thought scornfully. All women did!
Burton caught sight of the lovely woman just then and a jolt of pleasure exploded in his quivering loins. His eyes roved over her generous curves, over the full ripe mounds of her breasts and the gentle slope of her thighs. God! He had never waited for a woman before and he never would again. But Debbie Blackman was almost worth it he thought as he strode forward.
"Sorry I'm late," the gorgeous counselor apologized.
"I thought you'd never get here," Ted answered coldly. "But this time I'll forgive you."
Debbie blushed hotly at the man's arrogance, at the way he already took her for granted. When his gaze flickered again over her voluptuous figure she caught a glint of animal lust in his bright blue eyes and a tremor of fear rippled through her. She tried to brush it aside, reminding herself that plenty of other men had looked at her in the same way. And hadn't she always been able to handle it then? Of course she had. So what was worrying her now? Maybe a little "summer romance" would be good for her.
But another glance at Ted Burton warned the lovely redhead of impending danger. The fear that had gripped her before mounted now and sent little chills crawling along her spine. When he suddenly said, "Come on, let's get going," she shuddered slightly.
Fighting back her fears, Debbie asked casually, "Going where?"
"Up to a little cabin I know about in the woods."
Again Debbie had a premonition of disaster, an instinctive knowledge that she should turn and walk away before it was too late. But wasn't she being ridiculous? Wasn't she acting more like an adolescent girl than the mature woman she was? Debbie laughed suddenly, forgetting her fears. "Okay," she said. "Which way do we go?"
"Up that path over there," Ted said, pointing at it. "I'll go ahead with the flashlight and let you follow me."
A short walk along a torturously twisted path led the couple to a log hut that was well-hidden by the surrounding trees. Debbie was just on the point of asking who it belonged to when Ted whipped out a key and inserted it in the rusty lock. The door swung open with a spine-chilling creak at the same moment that an owl hooted in the distance.
Debbie started at the eerie sound but as she recognized it she burst into laughter. "I'm nervous as a witch tonight," she explained with a little grimace of embarrassment.
"Well, I've got a cure for that," Burton said confidently. "Come on in and .get a taste of it."
Debbie laughed and stepped inside, and Ted closed the door behind her, bolting and locking it. A moment later he lit the kerosene lamp that stood on the wooden mantle above the huge fireplace. The flame flickered hesitantly, casting a weak beam on the single bed, the table and the two chairs that furnished the primitive cabin.
Debbie followed Ted in and sat down on one of the chairs. She watched him light a fire and sighed contentedly as the flames caught and leaped upward. With a grin of pride at his skill Ted stood up and pulled a flask from his pocket. "How about a drink?"
"Oh, no!" Drinking was strictly forbidden to the staff of Bald Mountain Camp, as Debbie well knew. "What would Miss Wilson say is she found out?" the counselor asked with a smile.
"Probably that you were fired," Ted admitted cheerfully. "But she's not going to find out, so take this."
"No," Debbie repeated, shaking her head and handing it back.
"Oh, for Christ's sake," Ted said angrily. "You're acting like a child. If I'd wanted to spend the evening with a Girl Scout, I would have asked one up here."
The cruel words struck Debbie with the force of a lash, making her wince. She should have had more sense than to come up here with the handsome athlete, she thought. But she was here now and there was nothing she could do but to grin and bear it. Smiling brightly at her companion, Debbie swallowed her shame and took the proffered glass. "The hell with Miss Wilson," the redhead said, assuming an air of bravado.
The straight whiskey seared Debbie's throat as it slid down and brought tears to her eyes. She brushed them away angrily, hoping that Ted hadn't noticed them. Another gulp of the whiskey warmed her quivering belly and she felt herself relaxing. It wasn't so bad being up here with such a handsome man, she thought. It might even be fun!
She accepted another drink and sipped it more slowly this time. As the alcohol spread through her blood it inflamed her senses while it calmed the fears that still beset her. Emptying the glass, she set it down on the floor and tried to stand. But her head was whirling now, partly from the unaccustomed amount of alcohol she had consumed so quickly, and partly from the heat of the roaring fire. Sinking back into the chair the attractive woman closed her eyes drowsily.
"Hey," she heard Tom comment with amusement. "You're falling asleep."
Debbie opened her eyes with a start and shook her head. "No," she protested. "No, not at all."
"You'd better come over here," the athletic swimming instructor said, indicating the bed with a shake of his blond head.
"No...yes...." By now the camp counselor was too confused to do anything but obey. She rose to her feet and crossed the room, which seemed to sway beneath her like the deck of a rolling ship.
Sinking down onto the bed beside Ted, Debbie closed her eyes again. A moment later she opened them slightly as the counselor from Shady Oaks Camp clamped his hand firmly on her shapely suntanned thigh.
"No," she protested weakly as she tried to brush his fingers away. "No!"
"Aw, come off it, Debbie," Ted said in a voice sharp with annoyance. "You know what you came up here for."
The drowsy young woman opened her green eyes wider as she struggled to understand. "I'd like to go home, Ted," she said at last. "I'm...I'm not feeling well."
"A good fuck will fix you up just fine," Ted said lewdly while a lascivious smile played over his twitching lips.
The shocking word reverberated through Debbie's dazed mind, suddenly clearing away the clouds. Oh, God! she thought, sitting bolt-upright. Oh, God! She didn't want to submit to Ted Burton in this obscene way! She had to get away from here! And right now!
Debbie began to struggle against the strong hand pinning her down, thrashing about like a hooked trout. But she was no match for the muscular swimmer who pushed her backward with a quick movement of his other hand. As Debbie sprawled on the bed, her long shapely legs scissored open to splay obscenely out to the sides of the bed.
Ted stared briefly at the cringing pink pussy lips outlined beneath the thin nylon crotch band of her little white panties and chuckled lewdly. The sound was like that of chalk scratching across a blackboard, sending cold chills crawling up Debbie's quivering spine. She had had lovers before coming here to Bald Mountain, she reflected, and she would have others later. But none of them had treated her in this outrageous manner, making demands on her that she was still unwilling or unready to respond to.
"No," the lovely woman moaned, feeling Ted's hand tighten on her trembling flesh. Although she fought desperately against his brutish strength, his outstretched palms inched along the sensitive inner skin of her thighs and forced them apart. A moment later one of his probing hands slipped up beneath the tiny skirt of her tennis dress.
As his fingertips brushed lightly across the crotch band of her thin white panties, Debbie sucked in her breath. Instinctively she tried to clench her thighs tighter together, but now a powerful tremor of excitement jolted her supine body. Moaning, the tennis teacher fought back against the ripples of desire that suddenly swirled unbidden in her tense young loins. A lewd sensation of lust sparked her voluptuous figure, coaxing every nerve ending into an unwanted tingling response.
Once again she thrashed helplessly against the handsome athlete's overwhelming force. She would never give in to him, she vowed wordlessly, just as his finger wormed beneath the thin white crotch band of her panties.
Debbie's breath caught in her throat as the fingertip began to tease relentlessly at the heated crevice up between her legs, grazing the tender hair-covered lips of her pussy. "Oh, no," she gasped, while the enormity of what was happening to her flashed through her dazed and whirling brain. "Oh, my God! No!"
She couldn't let him do this, Debbie thought. She couldn't! Not only would she be shorn of all her self-respect, but she would never again be able to face the young girls at Bald Mountain Camp who looked to her for guidance. And what about Miss Wilson, the camp director?
The frantic counselor groaned as she tried desperately to push Ted's hand away. But her struggling only angered the strapping blonde.
"What the hell's the matter with you, anyway?" he snapped furiously. "You can't wait to get my nice thick cock up inside that hot little cunt of yours and you know it. Christ, you've been hankering for a good fuck ever since you got up here to the camp."
"Oh, no!" Debbie half-sobbed. "Oh, no!" She lifted her face to Ted, her wide green eyes pleading silently with him. At the cruel stare that answered her she whimpered, "Miss Wilson...and the youngsters...what...what if they found out?"
"They're not going to," Ted said impatiently. "Not unless you tell them. And you wouldn't do that, would you?" he jibed cynically.
"No," Debbie admitted, shaking her head. She thought of the terrible consequences if anyone learned what had gone on up in this cabin. She would be fired, of course, sent home in disgrace with her reputation destroyed. And it would be a long time before she got another job.
"No," she moaned again as Ted trailed his outstretched middle finger over the soft fleshy outer lips of her cringing pussy. But she trembled unwillingly as the lewd fingering fanned the flames already burning in her belly, until they leaped into a roaring conflagration.
Ted stroked at the soft mound of Debbie's sex before he again explored her sensitive cuntal lips. The fingertip that teased at the tiny hair-framed opening of her vagina jolted new waves of pleasure through her tensely resisting form. Already Debbie could feel the hot moisture gathering up between her throbbing thighs before it seeped down to shamefully drench her little panties and bring a hot blush of humiliation to her lovely features.
As Ted continued to trail one hand over the soft golden flesh of Debbie's lower belly, he dipped his other hand beneath the low-scooped neckline of her figure-hugging tennis dress. His strong fingers began to stroke insistently at the snowy white pillow of one ripe breast, bringing a little mewl of irrepressible pleasure from the lovely woman's softly glistening lips.
"You like that, don't you?" Ted demanded insolently. Before the distraught counselor could reply he answered for her, "I knew you would"
He cupped the ripe snowy mound, beginning to knead and squeeze it. A new wave of pleasure washed over the hapless counselor at this additional assault. As she opened her lips to protest, she felt Ted's steel-like fingers close over the rosebud of her quivering nipple. He rolled it cruelly between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking the sensitive flesh into a tautly quivering erection. "You like that, too, don't you?" he asked for good measure.
Debbie struggled helplessly against the rising waves of passion that coursed over her lush ripe body. As they threatened to engulf her, she felt Ted's hand leave the swollen mound of her throbbing breast.
He slipped it beneath her now, turning Debbie slightly as he fumbled for the zipper-fastening at the back of her white dress. When he found it, Ted gave it a quick yank, lifting the struggling woman at the same time. The dress split open to her waist and Debbie gasped as the cool air of the cabin rippled across her trembling flesh.
With another quick movement the handsome swimmer peeled the dress down over the red-haired woman's ivory-hued shoulders and on down to her flaring hips. It bunched beneath them and Ted cursed angrily. "Lift up, goddamn it," he ordered harshly. "Lift up and help me!"
"Oh, no!" Debbie moaned. Wouldn't that be the final indignity he heaped upon her? How on earth could she be expected to assist this sex-fiend? But her body was on fire with an unquenchable desire now and against all reason she did as she was told, raising her buttocks high off the bed to let Ted slip the dress down and off.
He tossed it into a corner as the terror-stricken woman lay quivering beneath his evilly gleaming eyes. They roamed over her generously curved figure, clad now in nothing but the wisp of her lacy white brassiere and the briefest of bikini panties. Instinctively Debbie folded her arms over the cushiony mounds of her breasts to hide them from Ted's lascivious gaze. "That won't help," the male counselor taunted, grinning down lewdly at her stricken face. He slid a hand beneath her again and deftly turned her over to grasp the fastening of her brassiere. Unhooking it quickly, he pulled it from the woman's throbbing body.
As the lovely redhead gasped, Ted again cupped her nakedly tingling breast. A moment later he dropped to his knees beside the bed and flicked his head forward. His tongue shot out and the warm moist tip circled thrillingly around the firm bud of one rosy nipple, licking hotly at the tiny peak.
Fires of passion roared up again in Debbie's burning loins and showered flaming sparks in their wake. Her lust-aroused body tensed once more as Ted drew the trembling rubbery flesh deep into the soft folds of his mouth. He began to suck voraciously on the berry-like knob as if to extract the last drop of sweetness from it while Debbie trembled in ever-mounting desire.
Suddenly the blond athlete lifted his head and Debbie gasped out her disappointment. But she sank back against the bed with a sigh of relief as Ted trailed his tongue down over the soft ripeness of her breasts again, flicking it into the cool white valley between them. His hands clutched once more at the two snowy mounds while his tongue continued to tease at the satin smooth flesh of her taut gold-flecked belly. The pointed tip stopped briefly then at the little indentation of her navel and explored it sensuously before trailing back over the path it had already traced on her belly.
Debbie's breath choked in her throat as Ted's hands left her breasts again. A moment later she felt his fingers glide across the tingling surface of her skin. They stopped abruptly at the elastic waistband of her little white panties, then slipped beneath it. As he began to tug at them, Ted again ordered, "Lift up!"
Debbie obeyed the order without hesitation, raising her hips at once to let Ted pull her little panties down over the firm half-moons of her rounded white buttocks. When she was at last completely naked, his lust-inciting fingers sought out the little mound of her sex again. Thrillingly they explored the glistening coral slit of her moistly heated cunt until one tip brushed the small bud of her erectly throbbing clitoris. As Ted began to play maddeningly with it, he brought moans of anguished pleasure from the auburn-haired woman's half-parted lips.
Debbie's brain was whirling now, caught up in the tangled web of her conflicting emotions. Her fiery cunt screamed for the satisfaction she had been denied since she had first arrived here at Bald Mountain Camp. But at the same time the thought of her duty to the young girls in her charge gnawed agonizingly at her stricken conscience. And how could she accept the shame and humiliation of submitting so weakly to what was nothing more than the rape of her helpless body.
There was no answer, Debbie thought, as she turned her face to the wall and stared at the rough planks that formed it. As she focused her attention on a knothole in the unfinished wood, she heard the metallic rasp of a zipper being pulled down. Jerking her head back to look at Ted, she saw that he was .hurriedly stripping off his clothes.
Half-naked now, the handsome swimmer stared down at the lovely counselor's ripely quivering body. Jesus! It had been a long time since he'd had such a gorgeous woman. He could hardly wait to shove his thick cock up inside her steaming little cunt, skewering her on his hard shaft like a spitted goat. But damn it all, she'd kept him waiting, hadn't she? And no one kept Ted Burton waiting! Well, he would just make her beg him to fuck her.
Why shouldn't he, he thought as he pulled his jockey shorts off? He glanced down with pride as his iron-hard penis sprang free, jutting out like a brandished sword. Ted was just willing to bet that the attractive redhead had never before taken a cock like that up into her belly.
He began to stroke obscenely at the swollen member, pulling the thick foreskin back and forth over the blood-filled cock-head. Debbie shrank away in horror as she saw for the first time how huge the swimming instructor's rigidly throbbing penis was. Oh, God! She wouldn't be able to take it all. Never, never in this world.
But the lovely woman's loins were on fire now, her body taut as a fiddle tuned too high. Oh, God! She would snap in two if she didn't get some relief soon!
She gazed fearfully up at Ted's handsome gloating face, then back at the glistening shaft of his erect cock and moaned aloud. "What's the matter?" Ted asked scornfully. He dropped suddenly to his knees on the bed, straddling the woman's violently trembling body.
"Nothing," Debbie murmured helplessly, while a knot of terror spasmed in her stomach.
Ted lunged forward, guiding the fleshy rod toward the hotly glistening hole of Debbie's cringing hair-framed cunt. As it brushed across the passion-moistened opening, the lovely woman's tingling body tensed and arched upward to meet the iron-rigid pole.
The swimmer grinned cruelly above her. "Not yet," he teased mercilessly. "Not yet. You have to beg for it first."
A new tremor of fear and horror raced through Debbie's tortured body, alternately chilling her and kindling new fires of lust to flame up in her loins. This man was a sadist, she thought miserably. A sadist. "No...." she whimpered, clenching her hands into tight little fists as she resolved to resist the lewd demand. "No!"
"Beg!" Ted ordered in a voice that cracked like a whip. "Beg! Tell me that you want me to fuck you!"
The helpless woman closed her eyes, feeling scalding tears well up in them. Never, she thought. Never.
"Say it!" Ted prodded again.
"Oh, no!" the redhead protested in a strangled voice, knowing at the same time that she was powerless to resist. As the fire raged like a furnace through her loins she struggled to utter the obscene words. But at the last minute she choked them back, shaking her head. "No! Oh, God! No!"
"Beg!" Ted was staring down at her now, his expression devoid of any compassion, his face a mask of animalistic lust. "Beg me to fuck you!"
"Yes...yes...."
Burton shook his head scornfully. "That's not good enough," he said. Again his thick hard cock teased at the throbbing entrance to her flaming cunt while the woman moaned in anguish. "Let's hear what you want me to do!"
Debbie closed her eyes, feeling the tears of shame spill from beneath her eyelids and trickle down her pale white cheek. A moment later she surrendered abjectly. With a voice that quivered and broke she implored him, "Fuck me, Ted. Please...please fuck me."
"That's better," the fair-haired man gloated. "That's better, but it's still not good enough. I want to know exactly what you want me to do."
"I...I...." Debbie began. She swallowed hard, trying to escape this new humiliation by turning her head to the wall again and Fixing her eye on the knothole she had examined in such detail a few minutes earlier.
"Yes?" Ted prompted in an icy voice that slashed into her confused mind like a steel sword.
"You're...you're going to put your cock...your cock...."
"Go on."
"Yes," Debbie said, pausing.
"What kind of cock?" Ted demanded, relishing the submission of this bitch. She was just like all the others, he thought, just like the others. They had begged, too, and not one of them had ever kept him waiting! Jesus, this proud little thing was going to pay for that!
Debbie turned back to stare helplessly at her tormentor. As she struggled against this new indignity, she admitted to herself that she would do whatever Ted demanded. Dear God, she thought, overwhelmed now by the sordidness of her own situation. Oh, dear God! As she saw again the cruel glint in Ted's blue eyes and the twisted smile that played about his lips, she hurried to comply with his order.
From the back of her mind Debbie dredged up words she had heard but never uttered. She stammered them out now in her fear and her shameful need. "I...I want you...to...to shove your cock...." Abruptly she remembered Ted's following question, "What kind of cock."
"Your lovely cock," she hastily amended. "Your lovely cock."
"Yeah? Tell me more about my cock," Ted prodded.
Debbie searched frantically for the needed words. "Your big thick cock," she exclaimed at last, certain that Ted would be flattered. "Your big thick cock."
"And where do you want me to put it?" Ted went on mercilessly, enjoying the terrible shame he was inflicting on the attractive woman who lay nakedly squirming beneath him. "Tell me that," he ordered as a mocking grin spread across his face in celebration of his obscene victory.
"In...in...." Debbie flinched in despair. "Oh, God, no!"
"Tell me!" Ted's head jerked menacingly from side to side, sending a new wave of terror washing over the helpless woman pinned to the bed.
"In my cunt," Debbie said suddenly. Her voice was high and pinched as if an unseen hand had clasped her throat to choke it off. "In my cunt. I want you to put your lovely thick cock in my cunt...I want you to shove it deep up inside me...I want...oh, my God, Ted...I want you to fuck me. To fuck...fuck...FUCK me!"
"Okay," Ted said with a sneer. "You asked for it." He lunged forward to send the swollen throbbing head of his pulsing shaft plowing between the moist elastic lips of her hungry pussy.
Debbie gasped at the sudden pain and stifled a scream. She could feel her tender female flesh stretching from the assault of the bulbous cock-tip, and she tensed her nakedly quivering body in a last desperate attempt to ward off this lewd ravishment of her helpless loins.
As she squirmed and thrashed beneath the swimming readier, he lunged forward again to ram his hard pulsing penis up into the throbbing depths of her hot little pussy. The long thick shaft speared deep up between the sensitively tingling walls, and Debbie's face contorted with her sudden anguish.
A moment later the fully aroused young woman gasped as her passion-inflamed body began to respond to the throbbing hardness that had sunk all the way up inside her moistly quivering vaginal sheath.
Ted's semen-bloated balls smacked against her tightly clenched ass-cheeks and Debbie arched up in a sudden involuntary response. She was lost now, she knew, caring for nothing but the exquisite sensation of the long thick cock that plowed up into her fiery belly.
Debbie began to whimper with the forbidden pleasure that rippled over her lustfully tingling body. Eagerly she arched her hips to meet Ted's thrusts, drawing him still deeper into her gratefully receiving loins. Sinking back, she ground her naked buttocks against the hard mattress, then thrust forward again, moaning as a new wave of uncontrollable passion surged over her.
Ted's rampaging penis pistoned in and out now, to impale the lovely woman on its iron-stiff length. Her hotly aroused body demanded more and more of this lewd fucking she was being subjected to, while her inflamed cunt closed tightly around the pummeling shaft of flesh that filled the greedily demanding channel.
Debbie could feel Ted flex his member painfully up inside her steaming little passage, and her own throbbing response fanned the flames of lust burning in her belly. With a little cry of wild abandon she gave herself up completely to the moment's erotic delight.
The moaning woman's flesh tingled insanely and she suddenly thrust out her hands to snake her arms across Ted's muscular back. Her sharp nails clawed across the suntanned flesh, leaving a trail of red welts behind. Burton hammered relentlessly in and out now, and Debbie cupped his nakedly pumping buttocks as she tried desperately to pull his bucking form further up into her loins.
The swimming instructor plunged his long cock deeper up into the velvety smoothness of Debbie's clasping cunt. Arching back, he withdrew the pulsating shaft until only the blood-engorged head rested inside the lovely counselor's stretched and throbbing passage. A moment later he slammed forward again, ramming his iron-hard penis in up to the hilt. Debbie felt the lust-swollen tip bludgeoning deep up inside her belly and instinctively began to strain for her own climax.
Ted continued to fuck in and out and a groan burst from his lips as the woman's receptively tingling body thrashed beneath him. Christ! He'd really subjugated this bitch! Broken her to his will like a wild animal to be tamed! He smiled lewdly at the thought, knowing that Debbie, like all the others, loved every minute of the fucking she got.
Ted could feel his hot sperm begin to chum and boil in his bloated balls and he knew that he couldn't hold out any longer. He drew back before he thrust his aching cock a final time into Debbie's cunt, burying the glistening rod between the moistly pink lips of her eagerly responding vagina. A moment later he felt the wild explosion that rocked his pumping form and sent his creamy hot cum careening the length of his rigid penis to spurt forth into Debbie's burning pussy.
The lust-crazed redhead bucked again and lifted her hips to grind against Ted's passion-heated body while she felt her own orgasm build to its shattering climax. "Oh, my God!" she wailed as she lost the last vestige of control over her tortured body. "Oh, my God! Ted...Oh, Ted...I'm cumming...I'm cumming...."
She felt as if her body was torn apart to explode at last in a flaming shower of stars that plunged her into a frenzy of excitement. She thrashed about in another convulsive spasm, feeling Ted's liquid passion fill her fiery channel. At last her own warm feminine fluids welled up to commingle with the athlete's hot creamy sperm and she was released from the terrible need that had gripped her.
The couple's mingled fluids pooled together again to bathe Ted's rapidly deflating cock. A moment later they seeped down over the narrow crevice between Debbie's widespread ass-cheeks and flowed in little rivulets over the soft white skin of her open thighs.
Debbie gave a last long sigh of utter contentment. With a satisfied whimper she closed her eyes and Ted, with a soft sucking sound, withdrew his limp cock from her satiated pussy. She turned away, a happy smile curling her soft moist lips, before she fell into a sleep of complete exhaustion.
CHAPTER TWO
Raven-haired Karen George was still asleep when Debbie Blackman at last reached the cabin the two women shared. Silently, so as not to awaken her friend, the tennis instructor stripped off her short dress carefully.
She walked to the open window and let the moonbeams streaming in play over her voluptuous body. As she stood there her thoughts flashed back to the scene in the log hut and a new thrill of passion shook her. But a moment later a shock of disgust rippled through her ripely lush body. Ted Burton had fucked her had fucked relentlessly into her more than willing body! And she had let him! Oh, dear God! What on earth had possessed her? Why had she submitted to this handsome man as if she were some common tramp, some whore to be used only for his pleasure?
She shook her head and angrily brushed away the tears of shame that welled up in her wide green eyes. The pleasure had been hers as well as Ted's as the shapely woman had to admit.
Debbie stifled a sob and covered her face with her hands. But there was no use in standing here and bemoaning her abject submission to her wanton desires. There was work to be done tomorrow and a glance at the ticking alarm clock warned her how soon that would be. Dawn came early up here at the lake, and the counselor's day began with it. Despite her regrets, Debbie would have to carry on and at the same time conceal the shameful episode. The confused young woman looked again at the sleeping Karen. Thank God her roommate hadn't awakened and thrown a lot of embarrassing questions her way.
The attractive counselor sighed, wishing the camp boasted such modern conveniences as a shower. But such luxuries were unknown up here and the two women had to make do with an improvised affair outdoors. There might be some water in the barrel beside their primitive bath-house, the redhead though. If so, she might be able to wash away her shame that crept over her quivering skin like a horde of crawling insects.
With a quick movement she stripped off her brassiere and bikini panties, tossing them into a corner. A moment later she hurried across the room and stepped outside.
The moonlight danced across the cushiony mounds of her white breasts, rippling over the taut firm flesh of her belly and even teased at the little patch of auburn hair at the base of it. It gave Debbie the eerie feeling that she was with Ted again and that his fingers were trailing across her skin to excite her once more.
Debbie shook off the ridiculous motion and peered into the water barrel. To her relief it was full and she quickly filled the series of buckets strung along the rope that lay on the ground. When everything was ready, she picked up the bar of soap that lay nearby and stepped behind the shoulder-high wooden fence.
A tug on the rope brought bucket after bucket of cool water cascading down on the tennis teacher's golden shoulders. Happier now, she scrubbed herself with the sliver of soap and felt her nipples throb erotica'ly beneath her hand while her breasts swelled as they had when Ted had cupped and stroked them.
Debbie dropped her hand between her still tingling thighs and rubbed her fingers lightly against the soft fleshy lips of her warm pussy. Another surge of pleasure thrilled through her, making her gasp at the knowledge of this additional depravity. What on earth was the matter with her? Was she sick? Unable to resist any carnal pleasure? Was that it?
Debbie passed the bar of soap again over her full ripe-bodied figure, lathering herself profusely. If only she could wash away her shame as easily as she washed off the day's grime! If only she could do that!
She tried to blot out all thought as she stepped from the shower and toweled her voluptuous body dry. She stood for a long moment and let the moonlight flow over her, feeling almost peaceful. Things were not as bad as she'd thought, Debbie decided before she trotted off to the cabin. She tiptoed across the room and crawled beneath the cool white sheets of the bed. A few minutes later the exhausted red-haired woman slept.
Debbie woke up with a start as the alarm clock went off. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes before glancing over at Karen. The brunette was sitting up in bed herself, yawning drowsily. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "Another day!"
"It looks like a beautiful one," Debbie said as she caught sight of the sun that tinted the sky a soft shade of pink.
"What a shame to waste it on all those brats," Karen pouted.
"Oh, come on, Karen," Debbie protested. "They're not all that bad."
For a long moment the auburn-haired counselor felt a rare elation. But an instant later she remembered Ted Burton and her humiliating submission to him. She blushed hotly while a wave of sheer panic gripped her quivering belly. Oh, God! What if Karen asked her where she'd been last night? What would she say?
Karen swung her long legs over the side of the bed, yawning again and reaching for her clothes. For a moment Debbie thought he was saved from a humiliating showdown with the other woman. They would dress and then go their separate ways.
But Karen pulled her shortie nightgown off over her ivory-white shoulders and padded across the room to head for the outdoor shower. Too late Debbie understood why the water barrel had been full! Karen had been saving it for her own morning ablutions!
The brunette sauntered outside and waited briefly before she burst into the cabin again. Her mouth was twisted in an angry snarl as she demanded, "What the hell did you do last night?"
Debbie quaked beneath her furious glance. Had her roommate found out that she had been fucked by Ted Burton the night before? And that she had begged him to? Oh, dear God!
She shook her head, appalled at the very idea. A long moment passed before the horrified counselor understood that Karen was talking about the shower! "The water's all used up!" the latter said accusingly. "All used up! Oh, Christ!"
Debbie met the irate onslaught as coolly as possible, trying to calm her own trembling nerves while she looked her roommate in the eye. "I...I'm sorry," she apologized. "I didn't realize you were saving it for your own shower."
"What else?" Karen asked with a shrug of her beautiful shoulders. "What else?"
"I'm sorry," Debbie said again.
Karen whirled around, interrupting her. "Where were you anyway? I mean, what on earth can you do at night in a dump like this? Where were you?" she repeated.
"I just...just...." the distraught young woman searched desperately for an explanation that would satisfy the other counselor and end her relentless probing into the tennis instructor's private life. "I just went for a walk," she ended lamely. "It was such a lovely night."
"Yeah?" the dark-haired Karen raised her eyebrows skeptically. "Alone?"
Debbie gulped, swallowing the lump in her throat that threatened to choke her. "Yes," she said at last, lying glibly. And then she added a second he to her first. "I came in looking for you to see if you would go with me. But you weren't here...." That much at least was true, she thought; "...but you weren't here and so I went out alone."
Karen sniffed superciliously. "You must think I was born yesterday," she said.
"It's true," Debbie protested at once. "It's true."
"Sure. Scout's honor," the other said cynically.
"Oh, Karen . . . ! "
"You probably had a date with that divine hunk of man from the other camp...from Shady Oaks," Karen said with a hint of jealousy in her voice.
"Who?" Debbie pretended complete innocence.
"You know. The swimming teacher over there. Ted Burton."
Debbie felt her heart flailing against her ribs, beating out a quick staccato rhythm. For a moment she was unable to find her voice and her head whirled around with a dizzying speed. "Ted?" she breathed at last.
Karen gave her friend a quick searching glance. "That's what I said," she told Debbie.
"Ted Burton."
Debbie forced a mirthless laugh. "Oh, don't be silly," she said. "Don't be so...so utterly, utterly ridiculous." She had the uncomfortable knowledge that she was protesting too much, that her very denials were giving away her secret. But she was powerless to stop herself and went on irritably, "Really, Karen...you imagine things. You really do."
"Maybe," Karen said. "Maybe. But he's sure something, that character. And it wouldn't surprise me in the least...."
She was about to go on but Debbie cut her short. "I'll get more water if you want to shower now," she offered.
"It's too late for that," Karen sniffed ungraciously. "But you'd better have that rain barrel filled for me at five o'clock, or else you'll be sorry," she threatened. She sat down then to pull her clothes on, glaring at Debbie from time to time but otherwise saying nothing.
The lovely redhead was grateful for the silence that ensued. Like Karen she herself dressed quickly and then followed her roommate to the dining room for breakfast.
During the day, Debbie half-forgot about Ted Burton as she lobbed tennis balls across the net or demonstrated a backhand stroke to some teenager. But in between lessons she caught herself thinking of what Karen had called the handsome man who had fucked her so obscenely the night before. "He's sure something, that character!"
What on earth did her dark-haired roommate mean? Was she trying to tell Debbie something about Ted? Or was she just jealous? The young teacher shook her head, wondering. She was still wondering as she climbed the hill to her cabin when her work was finished.
Debbie flopped onto the bed and closed her eyes to daydream about the blond suntanned swimmer. But her reverie was interrupted by the approach of Karen, loudly whistling the camp song.
The gay melody irritated Debbie beyond endurance and she flared up angrily. "Oh, God, Karen! I was trying to sleep."
"Oooooops...sorry...." Karen muttered. Suddenly she whirled on Debbie. "What the hell's eating you?" she asked belligerently. "You've been jumpy as a scared bunny all day."
"I guess this job is getting me down," Debbie defended herself.
"I don't think it's the job," Karen snorted, grabbing a towel and heading for the shower. "There's something else bothering that pretty little head of yours."
The distraught woman hoped that her roommate would drop the subject, but as soon as Karen returned, toweling herself dry, she started in again. "What's eating you?" she probed.
"Nothing, Karen," Debbie said. "Nothing, really."
The brunette sat down on the bed and began to pull a pair of little white panties up the length of her own shapely suntanned legs. "Nothing, really," she mimicked her friend. "I don't buy that, chum."
"I couldn't care less, the redhead flared angrily before she fled from the cabin.
Debbie avoided her roommate as much as possible for the rest of the day. She even hung around the big recreation room that night until she thought Karen would be asleep. But when she reached the cabin she found that the light was still burning. Opening the door she saw that her roommate was sitting up in bed, thumbing through her new mystery novel that she herself hadn't had a chance to glance at.
"Hi!" Karen said briskly. "You're in early tonight, aren't you?"
Debbie whirled angrily to face the other woman. "What the hell are you hinting at?" she snapped.
Karen's black eyes narrowed in sly amusement. "Nothing,"' she said, acting as innocent as a newborn babe. "And just what the hell is the matter with you?"
Debbie groaned aloud hoping to cut the other woman short. But Karen went on in a tone that was dead serious now. "Look, Debbie," she said. "There's something eating you."
"There's nothing eating me," Debbie retorted furiously as she bit back her impulse to add that it was none of her friend's business anyway.
Karen ignored the angry tone. "Come on," she persisted. "Something's wrong, Debbie. You've been acting like you were demented all day. Half the time you go around like a fourteen year old with a crush on the school's football hero, and the rest of the time you're snapping my head off."
"Crap!"
"Oh...oh!" the brunette chided. "Miss Wilson wouldn't like to hear you say that."
"Damn Miss Wilson," Debbie exploded, thinking of the horrified expression on the face of the director if she heard a counselor using such vulgar words. "Damn her! And damn you, too!"
"Okay. If you don't want to talk about it, okay." Karen snapped the book shut and slid down beneath the sheet. "Can I turn the light out?" she asked wearily.
"Go ahead," Debbie said, beginning to undress by the light of the moon filtering into the cabin. After a quick sponge bath from the basin of water on the bureau she crawled into bed herself and pulled the sheet up over her superbly formed body.
Just as she was drifting into sleep she heard Karen asking, "Is it Ted?"
The tennis teacher trembled beneath the sheet that covered her while a knot of fear gathered at the pit of her stomach. "Ted?" she asked, feeling like a cracked phonograph record. "Ted who?"
"Oh, my God! Ted Burton, that's who!"
Debbie closed her eyes while her whole world spun crazily around her. Dear God! Why had she ever come here to Bald Mountain Camp? Why had she gone out with the handsome swimming instructor? Why...why...why?
The lovely camp counselor clapped her hands over her ears, but even so she heard Karen's cold warning voice. "Because if it is," she admonished, "you'd better forget him. That guy's the worst wolf in these here woods. Or in any of the cities, too."
"I hardly know Ted," Debbie lied glibly.
"Then you're a lucky, lucky girl," Karen's voice said out of the darkness. "A lucky, lucky girl. Because Ted Burton is a regular Don Juan." She waited a moment, letting her fellow counselor consider her words. "A regular Don Juan," she repeated, yawning. "And now good-night," she added dryly.
CHAPTER THREE
Debbie caught sight of Ted Burton walking along the beach the next afternoon and her heart thumped hard against her ribs. Even so she kept her cool long enough to say casually, "Oh, hi Ted; what's new?"
The well-built man grinned lecherously at the lovely counselor. "Missed you," he said in an offhanded way. "I kind of thought you might be out looking for me."
Well, of all the nerve! Debbie bridled at the arrogance of the man. Maybe Karen was right after all, she thought. This character was a real wolf a Don Juan who seduced women and then left them flat. But she couldn't suppress the salacious excitement that tingled through her at the sight of him, making every nerve ending vibrate in lewd sympathy.
As Debbie walked on she pretended to ignore the man she had just overtaken. But she was overjoyed when Ted quickened his steps to catch up with her. "What are you doing tonight?" the stalwart athlete drawled.
"Nothing special," Debbie admitted without thinking. A moment later she could have bitten her tongue out, aware that her casual words were a not too subtle encouragement for his attentions.
The lecherous grin on Ted's face widened. "Fine," he said, confirming her worst fears. "I'll meet you at the cabin around eleven."
Oh, no! Debbie thought as her hand flew to her face. Enough was enough. But a moment later she was wavering in her resolve. Why not meet Ted in the cabin? Could any harm come of that?
She closed her eyes, remembering the moment when she had thrashed and squirmed beneath Ted, responding ecstatically to his rampaging cock lewdly flexing deep up in her cuntal channel. The thought of her erotic pleasure sent a wave of uncontrolled passion through her quivering body and kindled new flames in her loins. The heat spread out and down to set her little pink pussy on fire, making it pulse and throb.
Debbie had a terrible desire to relieve herself with her own fingers, to let them stroke her throbbing clitoris until she shook with her climactic orgasm. But a moment later she was close to tears at the thought of such depraved desires. Had she really lost all her standards, really become so degenerate? The counselor shook her head in shame, afraid to answer the question.
As the long day passed, Debbie was torn between her urgent need to see Ted again and be lewdly fucked by him and the pangs of conscience that remorselessly assailed her. By the time she had finished supper and had seen her teenage charges off to bed, her mind was made up. Nothing on earth could persuade her to go to the cabin to meet Ted. She had a good book on hand, didn't she? One by her favorite author? What more could she ask?
She went up toward her cabin and was almost at the door when a light went on inside. Oh, God! Karen was there and waiting for her! Well, she couldn't face her roommate! That was all there was to it, Debbie thought, as she turned and fled down the narrow footpath.
The lovely counselor reached the beach and wandered along it. Slipping off her shoes, she dipped a toe into the cool clear waters of the lake from time to time. Everything would work out, she thought optimistically. Karen had been wrong, of course! Wasn't she just a jealous bitch? Certainly, Debbie thought again as she hurried barefooted up along the almost hidden path that she and Ted had followed earlier. Everything would be all right. Ted would be waiting for her in the other cabin, proving the other counselor completely wrong.
She reached the cabin at last and her heart sank as she saw that it was dark. Even so, Debbie went up to it and tried the door. To her relief it gave beneath the pressure of her hand and swung open to let her enter.
The agitated woman stepped in cautiously, feeling her way across the rough wooden floorboards. Rummaging around she found the kerosene lamp that Ted had lit the night before. There was a match folder beside it and she lit the charred wick with trembling fingers.
The weak flame cast an eerie glow around the small room and made Debbie nervous. Where was Ted, she wondered? What had happened to hold him up? Or had he really intended to meet her here?
Oh, of course he had, she reassured herself. There'd been some sort of emergency over at Shady Oaks, that was all. Perhaps some kid had cut his foot and Ted, doubling as doctor, had had to bandage it.
But Debbie was impatient as she waited and paced from one side of the room to the other. She glanced at her watch to see the snail-like movement of the second hand crawling around its face. He isn't going to meet me after all, she thought disconsolately. Karen was right and now she would have to go back home and admit it!
The lovely redhead blushed hotly, ashamed of her naivet�. How gullible could she get, for God's sake? Well damn it all! There wasn't much sense in waiting any longer.
Debbie walked with dragging feet to the lamp and leaned over to blow it out. As it flickered she heard footsteps on the path outside. Lifting her head, she listened intently. Ted? she asked herself. Ted?
She heard his deep voice and felt a thrill of pleasure warm her trembling body. Karen had been wrong dead wrong just as she had known all along. And now Ted was at the door.
Debbie rushed to fling it open, staring out into the night. As her eyes at last became adjusted to the darkness she made out Ted's stalwart figure. A moment later Debbie recognized her roommate, Karen George. She clamped her hand over her mouth in shocked surprise. "Karen?" she called out. "Karen?" Dear God! What was the other counselor doing here?
Debbie's head whirled with memories of Ted's assault upon her a few nights earlier and for a horrifying moment she was sure that her love-tryst with the handsome blond from Shady Oaks had been discovered. What would Miss Wilson say now? She thought miserably. Oh, dear God! What would the hatchet-faced directress say? And what terrible fate awaited her? She shook her head. "Karen," she moaned again. "Oh God!"
Her plaintive cry was answered by Ted's strong bass voice. "What's with you, Debbie?" he asked lightly. "You sound like a she-wolf or something."
"Ted? What's Karen doing here?"
"I asked her to come along," the swimmer said, pushing her forward and striding into the cabin himself.
"You...you what? "
"I asked her along," Ted said with a shrug.
"But...but why?"
Once again the handsome athlete shrugged his broad shoulders. "The more the merrier," he explained with a lascivious lick of his lips.
"The more the merrier?" Debbie's eyebrows shot up in bewilderment.
"Sure," Ted answered. "Karen's a swinger, baby. And I thought you were, too. That's why I brought your roommate along."
"A swinger?" In her bewilderment Debbie could only repeat Ted's words.
"Yeah," he said. "Sure. A swinger."
"Oh, sure," Debbie said at last, the words as dry as dust in her mouth. "A swinger. We all are, up here at Bald Mountain Camp."
Ted beamed evilly. "Well," he said, "Let's get started then. There's no time to lose, is there?"
"No," the shocked young woman said, shaking her head. "I guess there isn't." She stood as if frozen to the spot on which she stood, unable to lift a foot or to move so much as a finger. But Karen, she saw with dismay, had no such problem. Already the shapely brunette was unbuttoning her tight see-through blouse and pulling it off her ivory-white shoulders.
As the voluptuous tennis teacher watched in horror, the other woman went on to strip off her figure-clinging shorts. A moment later she hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of her thin nylon panties and peeled them down over the quivering mounds of her white ass-cheeks. Turning toward Ted, she blatantly displayed the sparse patch of dark hair that covered the raised mound of her sex.
Debbie sucked in her breath, her cheeks crimsoning in shame at her roommate's wanton exhibition of her naked loins. Oh, dear God! This man was practically a stranger to her! What would Miss Wilson say to this? She brushed the thought aside, knowing how absurd it was. Did it matter when Karen was already reaching slowly and seductively behind her back to unfasten the hooks of her white brassiere? A moment later the wisp of satin and elastic snapped open. As the two pillowy mounds of her snowy breasts sprang free, Ted pursed his lips in a long lewd whistle.
Karen responded with a salacious smile before she lasciviously and deliberately spread her creamy thighs apart to give the swimming instructor a better glimpse of the glistening hair-lined slit of her pussy. Debbie caught a flash of the narrow coral crevice and stared at it as if mesmerized.
How dared Karen expose herself in this obscene way? How dared she? Debbie shook her head in bewilderment. She swallowed hard at the depraved sight and felt an answering tingle of urgent excitement between her own white thighs that filled her with an all-consuming shame.
The two women stared at one another now while the erotic tension of the room rose until it almost reached the breaking point. Debbie wanted to scream at Karen to leave, wanted to claw at her with her sharp strong fingernails, wanted to scratch her eyes out. The bitch, she thought! The goddamned bitch!
Once again she stared at her roommate's voluptuously naked body and unconsciously compared it with her own. Even Debbie had to admit that the other woman was lovely. Her large breasts were as firm and high set as her own and her waist almost as slim. And her skin was a wonderful ivory color that made the raven locks falling to Karen's shoulders seem black as jet.
Ted leered at the two of them while his brain whirled with lustful anticipation of the special treat he had planned for himself. A little encouragement on his part was all that was needed to bring it off. "Oh, Christ! Come on," he ordered Debbie suddenly. "You take your clothes off, too!"
"Oh, no," the redhead protested, heading for the door. "No, I won't. I'm leaving right now."
"The hell you are," Ted said, catching her by the elbow. He spun her around so fast that her head whirred crazily. "Get back in there and get your clothes off!" he ordered in a voice that shot a chill of sheer terror through her trembling form.
"But...but...." Debbie turned her eyes to the stunning black-haired woman standing nakedly before her, her creamy skin glowing in the dim light that was cast her way from the flickering lamp.
"Take your clothes off!" Ted insisted in a voice that was as cold as tempered steel and harsh enough to make her cringe. As he snarled out the command he took a threatening step forward.
"I...I...don't understand!" the gorgeous redhead protested. "What do you want me to do?" She closed her eyes, hardly daring to think of what was in store for her.
"I want to see you make it with Karen!"
"Make it with Karen!" Debbie's shocked voice echoed the sun-bronzed swimmer's words.
"Sure! You're both swingers, aren't you?"
Oh, no! Debbie thought. This was perverted, this was sick. She admitted quaveringly to herself that she was willing to do almost anything for Ted Burton. Almost anything! But this was just too much! She shook her head in panic, murmuring "No...no...no...." while scalding tears of shame sprang to her eyes and flowed unchecked down her pale cheeks.
"Yes...yes...yes...." Ted said in a cruel imitation of her agitated voice.
At that moment the dark-haired counselor stepped forward. "Why not, Debbie? Have you ever tried it? Have you ever had a woman make love to you?"
"Of course not," Debbie snapped. "My God! What do you think I am? How low do you think I've fallen?" A sickening thought flashed through the distraught woman's mind. Was she sharing her cabin with a Lesbian? "Have you?" she asked. "Have you made love to a woman before?"
The brunette shrugged her superbly molded shoulders. "Sure," she said nonchalantly. "It's great once in awhile. I don't think I'd want it as a steady thing, but a little variety is always good for what ails you. Isn't that right, Ted?"
He nodded his blond head vigorously. "Them's my sentiments exactly," he answered. "Come on, baby. I thought you had a spirit of adventure."
Debbie wanted desperately to tell him that he was right. Of course, she had a spirit of adventure, but you had to draw the line some place, didn't you? Adventure? A shudder of pure disgust ran through her. Didn't Ted really mean that he thought she was as depraved as Karen was?
Debbie's instinct was to bolt for the door again. She didn't have to stay here and submit to this new degradation, she told herself angrily.
But she was certain that if she left, Ted would never speak to her again.
Suddenly she realized how much she would miss him. Dear God! She hardly knew Ted Burton and she was already head over heels in love with him a school girl with a crush on her teacher. Damn it all! What had happened to all her good intentions? No summer romance, she thought with a bitter little smile. No summer romance. And now she'd plunged willy-nilly into a ridiculous affair that was going to break her heart.
She wavered between her impulse to escape the indignities that the depraved couple would inflict on her and her own terrible need to be accepted by Ted. As her horror-stricken eyes fell on him she saw that he was grinning lewdly at her. "Come on, baby," Ted coaxed the frightened woman. "You loved what I did to you the other night...."
Debbie shook her head in a shocked denial, but Ted continued. "Sure you did. You've never been fucked like that before in your life. And you're going to get fucked right now like you never were before and maybe never will be again. So get your clothes off," he ordered, his voice no longer cajoling. "I want to see you naked and then I want to see you and Karen go at it like a couple of dykes down at the Women's House of Detention."
Debbie tried to stifle the anguished cry that rose to her quivering lips. Ted couldn't mean what he said, she thought. He just couldn't! But his expression left no room for doubt. "Get going," he said menacingly. "And hurry up about it."
The quaking woman stood before him while her lovely green eyes half-closed in despair. It was too late to escape, she thought despondently, and she could only await the debasing outcome of this encounter with the two other counselors.
As Karen approached again, the tennis instructor cast a beseeching glance her way. Her pleading expression did nothing to deter the other woman but there was a new softness in Karen's voice as she spoke. "Come on, Debbie. You don't know what it's like, but it's great. It really is. So take your clothes off!" As Debbie shook her head the brunette added, "Come on, I'll help you!"
Karen turned her roommate around gently and drew down the zipper-fastening of her tennis dress. With a quick movement she slipped it down off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her expert fingers unhooked the fastenings of her lacy white brassiere and skimmed it from her full swelling breasts.
A spasm of fear contracted Debbie's tensely resisting body and the soft white skin of her breasts goose pimpled in the cool evening air. Karen turned her roommate gently around once more until they again faced one another. "I've wanted to do this for a long, long time," she whispered into Debbie's ear. "You're so lovely, honey. So lovely."
The brunette trailed her hands sensuously over the lush curves of the other woman's breasts as she continued to murmur little soothing sounds. "Every night when you've been lying in your bed next to mine I've wanted to climb into it with you. You didn't know that, did you?"
Debbie shook her head in helpless horror at Karen's lewd admission. "No," she said in a strangled voice, wondering at the same time how she could ever share the cabin again with a woman so depraved a pervert who lusted after her own voluptuous body.
"No," the brunette went on. "You didn't know that. And I didn't say anything because I didn't want to frighten you. But I wanted so much to kiss your sweet little pussy, just the way I'm going to do tonight."
Karen ran her hand tenderly through Debbie's burnished copper-colored hair. "I'm glad that Ted asked me to come up here with him," she added. "And I'm going to make you glad that he did too."
Karen dropped her hand to stroke at the soft warm firmness of her roommate's snowy breast again. "Glad," she repeated. "Happy, my darling. You'll see." She let her fingers linger thrillingly on the tender bud of Debbie's nipple before her thumb and forefinger closed over the sensitive peak. As she rolled the mound of flesh between them it stiffened into a hard rubbery erection.
She bent her head forward now, her own glistening lips parted moistly as they hovered just a fraction of an inch from the quivering mound, with a sudden movement Karen sucked the rosy tip into the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out to swirl around the erect little peak while a sudden feathery excitement rippled through Debbie's taut belly.
The brunette lifted her head to look up at her roommate. You liked that, didn't you, Debbie?" she asked quietly.
Hot tears of shame welled up in the redhead's wide green eyes and she quivered in an involuntary response. "Of course you did,"
Karen said. She raised her head to Debbie's and clamped her mouth over the other woman's moist pink lips. Her demanding tongue pried them apart, the wet point of flesh darting deep within. Debbie felt a new stirring in her loins and her breath caught audibly in her throat as she struggled helplessly to resist the thrills that suddenly tingled through her voluptuous body.
She felt Karen's hand dip down between her firm thighs to part them now while one finger teased with a maddening relentlessness at the narrow crotch band of her panties. Beneath the thin white nylon Debbie's vaginal lips flamed with longing. "Oh, God," she moaned, suddenly moving forward to press her burning flesh closer to her roommate's hand.
From behind her, Debbie heard Ted's voice rasp, "Come on, Karen. Get her panties off. And get her over there on the bed. I can't wait forever for you to have your fun...I want mine, too!"
Debbie turned her head and saw with horror that the virile swimming teacher was already unbuckling his belt as he too prepared to strip. But she was too caught up in her own perverted excitement to think of anything but his command to Karen, "Get her panties off!" In an instinctive response she herself slid her fingers beneath the elastic waistband, rolling them down over the smooth ivory satin skin of her hips and her rounded quivering ass-cheeks.
Karen looked at the attractive young counselor with wanton delight. In another minute the brunette would have the voluptuous woman on the bed and would be shooting her tongue deep up into her red-haired roommate's moist cuntal furrow. And later she would be lying spread-eagled on the same bed, taking Ted Burton's long thick cock up into her own greedily demanding belly. Was there anything more she could ask?
She shook her head in a mute answer to her own question. "Hurry, honey," she whispered to Debbie, half leading her, half pushing her across the room. "Do what Ted wants."
Debbie's body trembled with raw excitement as she dropped quickly to the bed, letting her legs splay out in a lewd invitation to the other woman's flicking tongue. A moment later the brunette responded to the obscene enticement, dropping to her knees above the supine woman while she slid her hands beneath Debbie's smooth white buttocks to cup them. Leaning forward, Karen let her head fall into the valley between her thighs.
The lust-driven raven-haired young woman turned her head to plant warm fleeting kisses on the sensitive skin while Debbie's hips arched and writhed in wanton abandonment to the salacious sensations that whipped through her aroused and quivering belly.
The tantalizing tip of Karen's pointed pink tongue darted out now to run exploringly over her roommate's nakedly tingling flesh, leaving a fiery trail behind it. Debbie moaned at the electric contact that convulsed her voluptuous body with wild thrills of erotic excitement. Her passionate vagina trembled with churning lust, and she whimpered helplessly beneath the maddening assault of the brunette counselor.
As Karen continued to plant feverishly burning kisses on her naked upper thighs, Debbie's brain whirled in mingled horror and desire. Oh, dear God! What was she doing here? What was she permitting to be done to her? The terrible knowledge of her capitulation to this perverted assault flashed through her passion-crazed mind, along with the equally terrible knowledge that she was helpless against it. With another little moan, the tennis teacher reached out to tangle her hands in Karen's long black hair, pulling her head deeper into her own flaming loins.
"Open your legs, darling," Karen purred.
"Open your legs. I want to look at your lovely little pussy and then I want to kiss it. It will feel so good!"
"Oh, no...yes...no...." Debbie moaned incoherently. She was aware of Ted Burton's blue eyes watching her with a lewd intensity that made her flesh goose pimple as Karen's hot breath at last brushed across her trembling vaginal lips. She made one final effort to save herself from the guilt feelings which would certainly follow this unnatural lovemaking, whimpering a feeble protest. "You mustn't...we mustn't...it isn't right."
"If we enjoy it, it's right," Karen answered as her tongue began to probe lewdly at the hair-framed lips of Debbie's pussy.
"No...oh, no...." Debbie said. But she had no more strength left to fight the unwelcome ecstasy that slowly enveloped her body and whipped at it like a passionate lash. With a quiver of complete abandon she thrust her swollen ruby cunt-lips up in a sacrificial offering to the other counselor.
Karen gazed in mesmerized delight at the heated coral-hued flesh of Debbie's moist vagina. Her friend's warm feminine fluids were already seeping down to lubricate her tight little cuntal passage. Karen had never seen anyone as hot as this aroused young woman, she thought, and she felt a sudden gratitude to Ted for asking her up here.
She flicked her tongue out to swirl it across the quivering bud of Debbie's little clitoris. The auburn-haired beauty responded with another moan of passion while her raven-haired roommate tongued her hotly trembling flesh.
Karen's own pussy was alive with aroused desire as she sent her flicking tongue racing deep up into Debbie's lust-tortured vaginal passage. Slaving above the distraught tennis-instructor, she kindled searing flames in the redhead's nakedly trembling body.
Debbie responded to the lewd and unnatural assault and her tensed hips jerked upward to further expose her moistly heated genitals. Another wave of passion engulfed her fiery body until every nerve-ending tingled with lewd and wanton delight. Shamelessly now she began to writhe and twist in ecstatic response to Karen's perverted caresses. Her sexual excitement continued to mount toward its explosive peak and the walls of her vagina grasped convulsively at her roommate's darting tongue while her clitoris quivered against her driving lips.
Debbie undulated her trembling ass-cheeks lasciviously now, beyond all thought, beyond all caring as she strove desperately toward her climax. The excruciatingly lascivious pleasure built up until the overpowered redhead felt a shower of sparks bursting like fireworks throughout her flaming body. Tremulously she whimpered her acceptance of the shattering moment. "Oh, God...God...I'm cumming, Karen. I'm cummmmmming! Ooooooooh!"
Debbie's body jerked forward in one final spasm of ecstasy. A moment later she slumped back on the bed and closed her eyes in blissful exhaustion.
She lay quiet and unmoving for a long moment before she felt Ted Burton's hand on her still quivering shoulder. "My turn," he announced brusquely.
Debbie's eyes flickered open. "What?"
"My turn," Ted repeated. He shoved her, pushing her off the bed. Still in a daze, Debbie crossed the room and settled into one of the large leather chairs there.
Through sleep-heavy eyes she saw Karen slither up the bed, twisting over until she lay outstretched on it in the same position that Debbie had been in a short while before. Now it was Ted's turn to drop to the couch and kneel above Karen with his legs straddling her outstretched thighs. "Oh, God, Ted!" the brunette moaned licentiously. "Oh, God! Let me have it too!"
"Be my guest," the handsome athlete quipped flippantly. "It will be my pleasure."
He ran his hands lewdly over Karen's lovely body, enjoying the response of his ministrations to her tremblingly demanding flesh. "Jesus," he said. "You're just as hot as your girlfriend was. And I can fuck as good as you...or maybe even better," he added with a boasting grin.
"Then show me," Karen murmured a lewd invitation. She spread her legs open with a quick lascivious movement that made his massive cock stiffen further and lurch wildly.
"Sure will!" Ted answered. He grinned down at the lovely brunette, congratulating himself once again on the stroke of genius that had impelled him to bring the two women together. "Let's go!"
The fair-haired athlete stared at Karen briefly. "What'll it be?" he asked suddenly. "A fuck or a suck?"
A shiver of irrepressible excitement tingled through Karen's spread-eagled form. "Both," she murmured huskily. "But let's begin with a suck."
"Why not?" Ted flexed the muscles in his broad shoulders and they rippled sensuously beneath his copper-toned skin. "Like how?"
"Like how? Like you planned," Karen said. "You first, then me." She lay back expectantly, opening her full thighs to expose the heated coral slit of her cunt and the tiny hard button of her clitoris.
Ted stared with ever mounting passion at the moist pink crevice up between Karen's lewdly parted thighs. His long thick cock was throbbing mercilessly as if it were on fire. "Come on," Karen urged, pulling him forward until his face was level with the small triangle of black curls between her legs. She lifted one, opening the full plane of her lust-inflamed pussy to his full view. "Kiss it, darling," she whimpered pleadingly. "Lick it and kiss it and oh, my God, eat it! You know...." her voice trailed off in a shudder of ecstasy. "You know...just do it...do it...do it...."
Ted inched forward on his knees, just as Karen had done before. With a quick flick of his head, he thrust down between the brunette's passion-heated loins. His pointed tongue shot out to lick thrillingly at the inflamed bud of her clitoris, teasing against it lasciviously until it tightened into a taut erection. Karen responded with a stifled cry of animal-lust and thrust her burning cunt up closer to Ted's contorted, sweat-moistened face.
Suddenly he shifted his lean muscular body on the bed, swinging it around. In a moment his own aching loins were poised directly above Karen's glisteningly parted lips. "Your turn now," he groaned, jerking his pelvis forward.
Karen's lips ovaled as the spongy mushroom-shaped cock-head of the swimmer's massively erect penis brushed across them. Grunting, Ted lunged forward to drive the throbbing shaft of cock-flesh deep into the yawning darkness of her moistly heated mouth. At the same time he grasped her ivory-white shoulders brutally, digging his fingers deep into her flesh, while his sperm-swollen balls slammed against her nose. She screamed helplessly, feeling the sharp pain tearing through her tensed and straining body.
Ted flexed his buttocks, relentlessly plunging downward again while with fiendish glee he watched the quivering of Karen's satin-skinned body. His rigid penis sank deeper into her mouth, filling it completely. As it was rammed deep into her throat she swallowed hard, afraid of choking on the pulsating hardness filling her mouth.
Then, a thrilling new excitement began building up inside the brunette's undulating body as Ted's mouth teased again at her flaming pussy. The tip of his darting tongue continued to lap at the tiny mound of her erectly pulsing clitoris, sending new waves of sheer sensual bliss through her. Karen began to suck voraciously on the throbbing shaft of swollen flesh that her lips encompassed. At the same time, the attractive brunette arched her buttocks and drove her hips harder and harder up against Ted's swirling tongue.
Karen's own agile tongue circled sensuously around the spongy bulbous tip of Ted's bloated member. She felt his coarse pubic hair brushing against her trembling chin as he pistoned his massive blunt-headed penis in and out of her hungrily clasping mouth. Her probing tongue licked hungrily along the veined ridge beneath his pulsating member, and she felt his muscular body contract in spasms of responsive pleasure. Oh, God! Nothing could stop her now. She was awash with the flaming excitement that flooded through her and the raven-haired camp counselor groaned mindlessly with her own burning animal lust.
In a daze of sensuality, Karen curled her fingers around Ted's thick hard cock. She stroked it lewdly as the athlete continued to fuck deep in between her widely ovaled lips.
From the chair on the other side of the room, Debbie watched the obscene exhibition in shocked amazement. Dear God! What was wrong with Karen? Only a moment ago she had licked Debbie's own steaming genitals until the tennis teacher had exploded in the most thrilling orgasm she had ever known. And now the same woman was taking Ted's huge cock deep down into her mouth, sucking at it frantically.
Debbie felt a new stirring in her tingling pussy as she watched the lewdly writhing couple on the bed. She was suddenly aware that her own hand had crept down between her legs, and she ground her fingers deep up into her own inflamed cuntal channel. The distraught redhead was horrified at what she was doing, but she couldn't help herself. Jerking her fingers back and forth she fanned the embers that still smoldered between her legs into a raging fire. As her pummeling fingers plunged obscenely in and out of her moist soft nether lips, she felt herself boiling toward another joyous explosion, and she began rocking back and forth, moaning softly.
Beyond her, Karen and Ted thrashed about, their blazing bodies straining nakedly as they moved toward their fulfillment. Karen's greedily suctioning mouth tightened around the fair-haired man's plunging cock, sucking on it in desperation now, just as he went on to shoot his racing tongue deep up into the brunette's clasping cunt. A moment later, Karen's vibrant body buckled up in a tense contraction. She quivered and moaned with her seemingly endless pleasure as she soared mindlessly up into a shattering orgasm that drained her body of all strength.
Ted continued to draw his jackhammering loins back and arch forward again, fucking lewdly into the brunette's clasping mouth. His semen-bloated balls smacked noisily against the pinioned woman's face with a resounding slap. At last the white hot sperm that boiled up in his aching testicles spurted forth to shoot down through his spasming cock. The hot viscous cum exploded at last, filling Karen's greedily sucking mouth and shooting deep back into her throat.
She swallowed desperately, striving to lick up every precious drop. Her moist pink tongue flicked out frantically to lap at the droplets that slithered down her chin. She bucked again up against Ted's pumping loins, wailing out her ecstasy.
Watching from the chair, Debbie suddenly began to rotate her own rounded white buttocks in a maddening counterpoint to the movements of the couple on the bed. Her fingers raced in and out of her hotly pulsing cunt, coaxing her flaming body to an explosive peak. Nothing mattered now but her own satisfaction and she blotted from her mind all her scruples. Like the other two, the attractive redhead was lost in a world of mad and obscene sexuality where nothing else existed. Sheer pleasure was all that was important, and each found it in his own particular way.
As Ted's great driving cock hammered remorselessly into Karen's widely ovaled mouth, spewing his molten cum deep into her belly, Debbie's taut body erupted with volcanic force in her own shuddering climax. She quivered violently as wetness seeped from her hungry pussy so lewdly impaled on her plunging fingers. Moaning in depraved pleasure, her eyelids fluttered down. Just before they covered her eyes Debbie saw Ted withdraw his rapidly deflating cock from Karen's clinging mouth. He, too, sank back on the bed in a satiated state. Finally Karen groaned and collapsed into a deep and exhausted sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
The shrill sound of the alarm clock clanging in her ear woke Debbie from a fitful sleep. With a little moan of annoyance she reached out to shut it off, opening her drowsy eyes to assure herself that it really was time to get up. Six o'clock! Damn it all! It really was time, although rising at six wasn't even civilized as far as she was concerned.
Debbie thought wistfully of turning over and getting in a few extra winks before she had to face the day ahead. But the scream of the clock still echoed in her foggy brain and she roused herself at last. Sitting up she yawned and lifted her slender arms above her head in a cat-like stretch.
Across the room, Karen George was still asleep, her black hair spread out across the whiteness of the pillow in a grotesque design. "Hey, sleepy head," Debbie called. "Gotta get up and get going!"
Debbie yawned again and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the back of one hand. Once more she glanced at her roommate's ripe lush body outlined beneath the white sheet that covered it. Karen! Had she been dreaming about Karen? She nodded drowsily, trying to focus her attention on the dream she must have had, the dream that still nagged disturbingly at her hazy mind.
In it, she thought, she and Karen and Ted Burton, too yes, Ted had been there, she was sure she and Karen and Ted Burton had all gone up to a little cabin in the woods behind the camp. And there they had suddenly Debbie flinched in horror, feeling the wind knocked out of her as if she'd been kicked in the stomach! A little whimper of despair broke from her half-parted lips and she sank back despondently against the pillow.
It was no dream, she told herself bitterly. No nightmare! It was only too real and the young woman was certain she could never forgive herself for the lewd and humiliating acts she had performed up there. The thought of the handsome counselor from Shady Oaks Camp cheering them on in their perverted exhibition crossed her mind. Oh, dear God! She could never face him again, she was certain of that.
And how could she face Karen either, after what had happened? She had a sudden impulse to slip from the bed before her roommate woke up and to run as far from this wretched place as she could. If only she could disappear forever! If only she could leave this whole sordid affair behind her and go someplace where no one knew about it and would never find out.
Her stomach churned with revulsion and the distraught counselor was almost sick with self-loathing. If only, she thought...if only . . . !
But running away was impossible. Debbie would simply have to stay and face the music. Still, she could give herself a few extra minutes before she woke Karen, the last few minutes of peace she would probably ever have.
Debbie closed her eyes, trying to remember how she got back to her own cabin here at camp. Had Karen led her back? Had Ted? Had she dressed herself and dragged her weary body along the narrow footpaths? She didn't know and she really didn't care. She had too much to worry about as it was, too many shocking memories to try to erase.
As the red-haired counselor debated whether the time had come to wake up Karen another horrifying thought flashed through her mind. She had actually enjoyed submitting to her roommate had thrilled at the obscene licking of her heated loins. Dear God! Wasn't that the worst part of this whole disgusting affair? And hadn't she later fingered herself to still another climax while she watched Ted and Karen? She was a voyeur, she told herself, as much a pervert as the other two! And here she was, setting herself up as an example to dozens of still innocent young girls!
Debbie moaned again, then squared her slender quaking shoulders. The time had come to face the music, she told herself.
"Karen," she called again. When there was still no answer, she slid from her own bed and pulled a sheer nylon robe around her naked body. "Karen," Debbie repeated, standing now above her roommate's bed. "Time to get up!" She shook the sleeping woman gently and saw with relief that she opened her eyes slightly. "A new day's dawning!" Debbie said with a touch of irony in her voice. And as the other woman stirred, the redhead dashed for the shower.
A few minutes later Debbie stepped from beneath the splashing water of the primitive bath and headed back toward the cabin. Halfway along the path she met Karen, a towel over her arm and a cake of soap in her hand.
Debbie blushed hotly, ashamed to look the brunette in the eye. "Good...good morning," the redhead stammered, staring at the ground and trying to scurry past. Surely Karen must be as embarrassed as she was herself! Well, they would avoid each other as much as possible from now on, Debbie thought. Avoid each other and ignore as much as possible the disgrace that hung like a burdensome cloak over their two pairs of shoulders.
"Hi, honey!" Karen said brightly to Debbie's receding back. "Where are you going in such a hurry?"
The tennis teacher whirled around to stare at Karen, her green eyes searching the other's lushly curved body. What was the matter with her? How could she act as if nothing had happened?
For one brief, spirit-lifting moment Debbie thought again that the nightmare had been just that a nightmare. But it was ridiculous to kid herself that way, she knew it had all actually happened. Still, why wasn't Karen filled with the same sort of guilt that gnawed so agonizingly at her own soul? What on earth was wrong with her?
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Karen repeated in a clear unconcerned voice.
"We're late," Debbie snapped. "I've got to get dressed and get down to the dining room. And you'd better, too."
"Sure...sure...." The brunette shrugged and the warning rolled off her like water off a duck's back.
"Oh, for God's sake, Karen!" Debbie said angrily. "Why don't you face up to things once in awhile?"
"Like what, hon?" Karen asked in a surprised voice.
"Karen...oh, God!" Debbie was close to tears of vexation.
"But like what?" Karen asked again. "I mean, you might as well tell me. Right?"
Debbie stopped short in her tracks and spun around to face her roommate. She swallowed hard, too shocked to speak for a moment. At last she said, "Karen, don't you remember what happened last night?"
"Sure I do," the lovely brunette said. "It was great, wasn't it?"
"Great!" Debbie could barely believe her ears. "Great?"
"You didn't like it?" Karen asked innocently. "I thought you were lapping it all up!"
"Oh, God!" Debbie moaned in horror before she turned and fled to the cabin.
The tennis instructor stayed as far as possible from Karen the rest of the day and merely nodded curtly when they met. And she stayed away from any place she thought she might meet Ted Burton. It was just her luck, though, that she ran into him alone, late in the afternoon.
Debbie's face crimsoned with shame as he greeted her, and she averted her eyes to stare intently at the sandy beach. But Ted hardly noticed her discomfiture. "How about meeting me up at the cabin tonight?" he asked breezily.
Debbie's voice caught in her throat and she shook her head in answer. Ted merely grinned. "Around ten," he said confidently. "I'll be waiting for you."
The slender redhead found her voice at last. "With Karen?" she asked miserably.
"Hell, no. I want you for myself tonight," Ted said, grinning again. He waved casually. "See you."
She would never go again to that cabin, Debbie swore to herself. She would never, never meet Ted Burton again and submit to the vain and handsome man. But by night-time she was almost beside herself with her urgent need to see the athlete once more. Mumbling excuses to herself, she set off for their trysting place in the woods.
Once again Debbie found the cabin dark. She hesitated a moment and was on the point of turning back in disappointment. But surely, she persuaded herself, Ted would turn up tonight. He'd promised, hadn't he? And hadn't he also promised not to bring Karen? Then what was bothering her?
Dismissing her worries with a muttered "What the hell!" the still reluctant woman climbed the steps and let herself into the hut. She lit the lamp at once and quickly stirred up the remains of the last night's fire, adding fresh twigs before lighting it. Flames soared up with a warm cheer that lifted her own spirits. As Debbie sat down to watch the orange colored blaze, her heart began to beat wildly. Damn it all! She cared about Ted Burton! She really did! She'd never fallen for another man so quickly in her life. What was it that Karen had said? She had a schoolgirl's crush on the man? Well, maybe she did, but whatever it was, she was happy about it right now.
The attractive counselor sighed, tapping her foot with just a hint of impatience as she waited for the swimming instructor. He was late again, she saw with a glance at her watch. Well, was that so important?
Not at all, she told herself as a forgiving smile passed across her lips. Not at all! And anyway, didn't she hear footsteps coming up the path right now?
Debbie was on the point of getting up and going to the door when she decided to let Ted knock first. No use to let him see how eager she was, now, was there? No, she would wait for him to rap on the wooden door.
A little thrill of pleasure jolted her at the first harsh sound. She waited, letting him knock a second time. "Just a minute," she called out as the sound died away.
As Debbie started for the door it swung open and a dark-haired youth poked his head into the room. "Miss Blackman?" he asked politely.
Debbie felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, a cold emptiness there that began to throb remorselessly. What had happened to Ted?
She nodded dumbly, swallowing the disappointment that came close to choking her. "Yes," she said at last. "I'm Miss Blackman."
The boy stared at her, his amber-flecked eyes round with frank appreciation of her lovely figure. "Yes," Debbie prompted, running the tip of her little pink tongue over her dry parched lips. "Yes? Who are you? And what are you doing here?"
Without being invited, the boy stepped into the cabin and closed the door behind him. He was a good-looking kid, Debbie thought, slender but muscular, too. She judged that he would be about fourteen, and knew instinctively that he was one of the campers over at Shady Oaks.
"Who are you?" Debbie asked with growing impatience. "And what are you doing here?"
The kid answered Debbie's second question first. "Mr. Burton sent me," he said seriously. "He sent me up here with a message for you."
"Oh...." Debbie sucked in her breath, then let it out slowly, feeling all her courage drain away. "Well?" she asked, fighting back the sense of disillusionment that threatened to crush her. She didn't need to know why Ted had sent the boy up here, she thought bitterly. It was pretty obvious, wasn't it? She didn't need it spelled out in words!
The youngster cast a searching glance at Debbie Blackman's drawn face and saw the color ebb from it. "I'm Larry Palmer," he said.
"Oh! How do you do, Larry."
"Hi, Miss Blackman," the boy said, acknowledging the introduction.
"And just what...what...." Debbie stammered, afraid that she might suddenly burst into tears. "What was this message that Ted Mr. Burton asked you to give me?"
"He said to tell you, Ma'am, that he couldn't get up here tonight. He said...." Larry Palmer searched his mind for the swimming teacher's exact words and dredged them forth at last. "He said to tell you he was sorry but that something came up unexpectedly and he just couldn't get here."
"I see," Debbie said, pulling a long face. "Oh, well...." She sat down dispiritedly in the chair and stared forlornly at the fire that still blazed merrily. She might have known, she thought! God damn it! Didn't everything happen to her!
She struggled out of her mood of bleak despondency as she heard young Larry asking, "Is something wrong, Miss Blackman?"
Debbie forced a half-hearted smile. There was no need to take her own disappointment out on this kid, was there? "I'm sorry," she said. "It was just that...that...." her words trailed off. "Oh, damn it all!" she finished.
The boy's round eyes stared from his suntanned face. "I'm sorry, Miss Blackman. I mean...." He twitched nervously, shifting from one foot to the other. "Well," he said at last, "I guess I'd better be going."
Debbie nodded and closed her eyes. She heard Larry's footsteps as he crossed the room, followed by the sound of the slamming door.
The tennis teacher sat bolt upright as the harsh clack echoed through the cabin. Oh, God! Now the boy had gone and she was left alone up here, alone with her disappointment and misery. No! That was too much, that was more than she could ever bear!
The lovely woman leapt from the chair and raced to the door. "Larry," she called out pleadingly. "Larry...."
"Yeah, Miss Blackman?" He stopped fifty feet from the cabin to turn back to her. "You want something?"
In a fluster of emotion Debbie called out, "Why don't you come back here for a few minutes, Larry? I...I'd like to talk to you."
The boy trudged slowly up the path while Debbie searched her mind for something to say to him. She would find something somehow, no matter how inane. But she couldn't be alone now. She just couldn't be!
Larry entered the cabin again, wondering what it was that bothered Miss Blackman. Not that he minded being alone with her up here in the woods. Jesus! Not at all! Of course the lovely auburn-haired counselor would never let him do anything to her, like he wanted to. But Jesus, just looking at her was enough to make his youthful cock lurch and bulge beneath his tight faded denim shorts. He blushed, wondering if she noticed. But she didn't say anything so he guessed it was all right.
"Oh, Larry," Debbie began, still searching for some topic, some reason to have called him back. Suddenly she smiled brightly at the boy. "Why don't you sit down for awhile. You're probably tired."
"Sure," Larry agreed pleasantly. "I'm not tired. But I don't mind sitting down."
As the youngster settled into the chair across from her a thrill of eager desire flamed in Debbie's belly. With it came the sudden realization as to why she had accepted Ted's invitation to the cabin. She had wanted to be fucked!
Debbie shook her head, almost overwhelmed with dismay at this self-knowledge. She had wanted to be fucked, had wanted to take Ted's huge thick cock up inside her little cunt until it filled her hungry belly like it had the other night. And dear God! She wanted to be fucked now...fucked by anyone!
Her loins quivered and she rotated her quivering buttocks hard back against the stained and splitting leather of the old chair she sat on, trying to end the torturous tingling between her thighs. But the circular motion only added fuel so to the fires that raged in her excited body.
Debbie stared in agony at the innocent boy sitting across from her and a terrifyingly evil thought flashed through her confused mind. If Ted wouldn't fuck her tonight, maybe this youngster would.
The attractive woman pushed the lewd idea away in a revulsion of horror. Dear God! Was she that perverted that degenerate?
Larry couldn't be more than fourteen years old, she thought, and she was a grown woman. Had she no moral scruples, none at all?
Debbie shook her head and passed the back of her hand across her forehead. It was dewed with a cold sweat that sent an anxious quiver up her spine.
Larry sucked in his breath sharply as he noticed the woman counselor's strange reaction. Miss Blackman isn't feeling well, he thought. Maybe I should call for help? The boy stared at her with rising concern reflected in his wide amber-flecked eyes. "Is there anything I can do, Miss Blackman?" he asked solicitously. Maybe she would like a glass of water. "Can I get you a drink or something?"
Debbie gulped, swallowing hard. A drink was just what she needed, she thought, and Ted had left nearly a full flask behind. "Yes," she said in a muted whimper. "A drink would be just fine."
Larry got up to search for a glass. There would be water in the tiny kitchen, maybe. Or more likely there was a well outside. "You just wait here and I'll get one for you."
"That's sweet of you," Debbie said gratefully. "You'll find glasses in that little kitchen over there. And there's a flask of whiskey there, too. Be an angel and bring it to me, would you?"
Suddenly she thought of the rules of Bald Mountain Camp. Drinking was strictly forbidden, as she had told Ted. Certainly drinking with a camper present would be an even greater offense than drinking with another counselor. Debbie's lips parted and she laughed sardonically. Wasn't she straining at a gnat, considering the wanton lewdness of the acts she had performed in the last few days? Nevertheless she added a face-saving explanation. "It's for medicinal purposes," she said.
"Sure," Larry said, swallowing the story whole. That meant that Miss Blackman really was sick and that he'd better hurry.
Larry found the flask and the glass quickly and handed Debbie a half-full tumbler. She gulped down a burning mouthful and felt it warm her quivering belly. "That's better," she said, smiling. "Just what the doctor ordered."
The attractive redhead finished the whiskey, feeling her tnese muscles relax. Larry was a charming boy, she thought again and she was glad that he was sitting here opposite her now. Idly she wondered if she should offer him a drink. But no, that was really going against all rules and regulations. On the other hand, who would know?
Impulsively Debbie asked, "Will you join me, Larry?" She ignored the way his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Get a glass," she ordered. "It's no fun drinking alone."
The boy did as he was told, marveling at the way the shapely woman kept her cool. She's pretty terrific, he thought happily. Boy, am I ever glad that Mr. Burton sent me up here to deliver his message. But he wondered what was the matter with the striking blond athlete to make him break a date with anyone as gorgeous as Miss Blackman.
Larry smiled happily at Debbie as she poured a drink and handed it to him. Jees, all hell would break loose if anyone back at Shady Oaks found out that he was drinking with her. But he didn't care in the least. Miss Blackman made him feel grown-up, a real man. Back home, and at camp, too, everyone treated him like a kid. But not the tennis teacher. It's just like I'm as old as she is, the youngster thought with pride.
Debbie saw the pleasure that suffused the young boy's face and her own glowed with an answering joy. In Larry's presence she almost forgot about Ted Burton and the humiliating way he had stood her up. Didn't she have the obvious admiration of a cute kid like the one looking at her now?
Once again Debbie felt a wave of erotic excitement tingling through her flesh. Electric shocks pulsed in her veins and a sultry heat drifted over her body, overpowering her. The alcohol was taking its effect on her, just like it had before. Too late she realized how dangerous it was for her to drink. But it hardly mattered now. Nothing was important anymore except to be here with little Larry Palmer.
Larry felt almost the same way about the lovely counselor from Bald Mountain Camp. He'd never tasted whiskey before, although he had tried beer a couple of times. But the weaker brew had never given him the kick this stuff did. It had burned his throat at first, but now it spread through his insides and made him feel warm, happy and relaxed.
And excited, too, although the boy guessed that it was Miss Blackman who did that to him. She had a really terrific figure, he thought, wishing he had the courage to go over to her and cup one of her large warm breasts in the palm of his sweating hand. But Jesus! What would the beautiful teacher do to him then? Report him to Mr. Burton, maybe? Or tell Ms parents?
Larry felt his cock jerk inside his ragged denim shorts and his face crimsoned in embarrassment. Oh, Christ! What would the tennis instructor say if she noticed his growing excitement?
Debbie's head was whirling now, her eyes burning with her crazily mounting lust. She struggled to her feet, wanting desperately to be nearer to the youngster. As she started toward his chair she swayed slightly, almost stumbling. Oh, damn! She drunk far too much. And what would Larry think now?
He watched with apprehension as Debbie came close to falling. Christ! She was right she was sick, he thought with a flurry of concern. In an instinctive reaction he leaped from his own chair and caught the curvaceous teacher by the arm, steadying her. "Careful," he cautioned. "Better let me help you."
"Yes," Debbie said, her ripe young body suddenly coming alive with tinglings of erotic bliss. "Yes...." her voice quavered uncertainly. "I...I guess you'd better help me to the bed over there."
Larry gulped and swallowed hard as a sudden thought of pulling her down with him onto the bed flashed through his mind. He might even hug her and kiss her or something. But he shook his head, pushing the thought from his mind. Miss Blackman wouldn't want any fourteen year old doing that to her, even though she looked at him in the funniest way, almost as if she was thinking about that herself. But crap, why should she? She was about twice his age, Larry figured, and she probably had a dozen men like Mr. Burton on the string.
Larry eased the dizzy woman onto the bed, hovering anxiously over her for a long instant. As he stepped back, fighting down the crazy impulses that whirled through his agitated brain, the trembling red-haired woman reached out to take his hand and pull him down beside her. "Why don't you just stay here beside me?" she asked imploringly.
Larry almost choked on his breath as Debbie shifted on the bed, moving closer to him. She pressed her nakedly quivering thigh against his strong young limb, while jolts of pleasure rocked her body. Oh, God, she thought. She shouldn't be doing this to the youngster, but she couldn't help it any longer. She needed so desperately to be fucked, to satisfy her sex-starved body, her lusting loins.
Brushing aside all the inhibitions that still restrained her, Debbie asked, "Have you a girlfriend, Larry? Someone you're especially fond of?"
The boy hesitated, torn between boasting of non-existent conquests and shamefully admitting his innocence. Before he could answer, Debbie began to caress his cheeks, drawing his face down to her own moistly parted lips. "Would you like me to be your girlfriend?" she asked suddenly.
"Oh, gee, Miss Blackman!" the boy murmured, no more able to answer this question than the earlier one. His blood raced as he stammered for words but he knew that they didn't really matter. Miss Blackman was going to kiss him and hug him and do anything he'd ever dreamed about!
Debbie drew his face closer to her own before the youngster suddenly grasped her in his strong young arms. She moaned as her warmly tingling breasts crushed against the hardness of the youth's chest. Desperately she struggled to regain her self-control and send the boy on his way before it was too late for both of them. But it was a losing battle, and she was helpless to stop herself from clamping her lips against his in a warm and passionate kiss.
Larry responded with an ardor provoked by his own burning passion. As Debbie's softly pointed tongue darted out to press between his quivering lips he moaned softly.
The woman felt Larry's youthful cock jerk and swell again inside his pants and she couldn't resist the temptation to slide her fingertips along the straining bulge. She moaned again and planted another moistly passionate kiss on the boy's half-parted lips. Thrusting her pink wet tongue deep into his open mouth, she eagerly explored the dark warm cavern.
The excited youngster trembled violently beneath the older woman's sophisticated ministrations. His slender cock throbbed frantically and he felt a desperate energy building inside him that threatened to explode at any minute. The excited boy moaned in his rapidly mounting lust, but Debbie scarcely heard him, being far too involved with her own ardent desires to give thought to anything but her own lewd fulfillment. She had to have this charming dark-haired youth who responded to her slightest touch with his own eager passion. She had to!
"Why don't you take your clothes off?" the counselor asked suddenly. "Wouldn't you like to?"
Larry felt a quiver of lewd delight ripple through his loins and stir his churning emotions to a peak of shocked sensuality. Wouldn't he like to?
The boy didn't even try to resist. "Yeah," he said. "I guess I would. I mean, man, I really guess I would."
"Then you just go ahead," Debbie urged. "And I'll take mine off too."
Larry couldn't believe that such a thing was happening to him. But Miss Blackman was stripping off her clothes right in front of him, nodding encouragement as he took off his own tee-shirt and denim shorts. She stood before him quivering nakedly as she nodded at his loins which were still covered by the jockey shorts he hadn't quite had the courage to remove. "Why don't you take those off too?" Debbie asked breathlessly.
"Sure, Miss Blackman," the boy gasped. "Anything you want." He peeled off his shorts and shifted around in naked embarrassment before Debbie, his slender young penis standing out straight and erect from his hairless loins.
Debbie sucked in her breath, then let it out saying, "Oh Larry...you're lovely. Did you know that?"
He was too confused to answer and could only shake his head. But Debbie had already curled her hand over the dark-haired youth's rampant young penis and was running her fingers lewdly up and down the soft smooth surface.
"Does this feel good?" She asked, lovingly caressing the slender boyish shaft. "Do you like me to do this?"
"Oh, Jesus," the boy breathed. "Jesus, yes!"
"I'm glad," Debbie said, "because I like to do it to you, too."
She ran her hands over the youngster's long sinewy body and felt his responsive quiver of passionate excitement. "You do it too," she encouraged the youth, taking his hands and placing them over the throbbing mounds of her tingling breasts. "You do it to me. darling Larry."
This time the boy was mute with the unbelievable lust and passion the ripe-bodied woman aroused in his burning loins. He stood dumb before her, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the thought of Miss Blackman asking him to touch her large white breasts.
Larry's slender fingers stroked and caressed her satin-smooth skin while Debbie mewled with an insane pleasure. She hadn't known how much she needed the erotic fingering of her ripe breasts, how hungry she had been for this sexual stimulation. And she hadn't known that this young virginal boy would be able to give it to her. But he was exciting her beyond her wildest dreams wlule she in turn fired his own masculine lust.
The boy's smooth young features contorted with his rising passion. He slid his fingers down over the ripe twin mounds, pausing to tease at the sensitive peaks of her quivering nipples and to rub them between his thumbs and forefingers until they tightened into tautly throbbing erections.
Debbie sighed ecstatically, then started to explore the sinewy curves and hollows of Larry's boyish body. "Oh, you dear boy," she murmured, turning him toward her and pressing her warm thigh against his quivering flesh again. "You dear boy. "Wouldn't you like to suck my breasts too? Wouldn't you like that, Larry?"
Once again the youth was mute with the wonder of what he was doing to Miss Blackman and with what she was asking him to do. Oh, Jesus! Would he ever like to suck her breasts! He'd never even dreamed she would let him, let alone beg him to.
Larry gulped, then hesitated for just a moment before he turned his head toward one swollen rose-nippled breast. His soft lips parted and he fastened them over the quivering crest of flesh, sucking it deep into his warm mouth. Lovingly his hands squeezed and massaged the yielding mounds, while his tongue swirled over and around the turgid nipple.
Debbie's eyes filmed over with her mounting passion and then narrowed to sensuous slits as the boy continued to flick his tongue over the quivering little knob. She whimpered with delight and trailed her hand over the taut flesh of his belly. Her fingers played deliriously over the slender pole of his erect young penis, then closed tightly around the throbbing shaft.
As she pulled the foreskin back from the red-fleshed head, Debbie's eyes fluttered open. She stared longingly at the boy's passion-stiffened member. "Would you like me to suck your cock?" the copper-haired woman whispered lewdly. "I want to take your lovely little cock into my mouth. I want to kiss you and suck you. And then, dear boy, I want you to fuck me. Do you think you would like to fuck me?"
Larry nodded his head energetically while he searched for an answer to the lust-driven counselor. "Yes," he gasped at last, his boyish voice almost breaking in forbidden excitement. "Oh, gee, Miss Blackman. Sure I want to fuck you."
"In a minute, then," Debbie said. She swung herself quickly off the bed and knelt at Larry's feet, placing her two hands on his firm thighs and spreading them wide apart. As she slipped one hand down to cup his velvety swollen testicles her head dipped forward. A moment later Debbie's glistening ovaled lips closed excitedly over the boy's lurching penis.
A long low moan of joyful pleasure rose from Larry's passion-constricted chest, urging the tennis teacher on. Oh, dear God! She was bringing this lovely youth an ecstasy he had never yet known and the mere idea added to Debbie's own excited happiness. She had long ago pushed to the back of her tortured mind all thought of her wickedness, of the evil of seducing an innocent youth like this. Now her mind whirled blankly and she knew nothing but the greedy demands of her own tingling body which awakened a matching response in the slim boyish figure of Larry Palmer.
With a soft moan of heated passion Debbie plunged her mouth down along the slender shaft of Larry's quivering flesh. Her ovaled lips clasped more tightly over the throbbing rod and she buried its full pulsing length deep up in the dark cave of her hungry mouth. Her moist pink tongue flicked out to swirl over the tip, pausing there to probe at the little eye-like opening and to lick the drop of sweet seminal fluid that seeped like a tear from the tiny slit.
Larry lowered his head to watch as the curvaceous woman knelt between his legs, her full pillowy breasts bouncing gently against his knees. Oh, Jesus! He felt like he was going to explode in a minute, torn to pieces by the wildly surging pleasure that jolted through his frantically aroused young body.
Debbie felt the tension that gripped the youth and knew that he was almost ready to cum. She had to stop now, she thought reluctantly, before he spewed his thick liquid passion into the fiery recesses of her throat. With a little moan of regret she flicked her tongue a final time around the blood-engorged cock-head swirling it thrillingly against the spongy flesh.
As the glistening shaft popped out of her mouth, Debbie rose from her knees and placed her hands on Larry's lithe young shoulders. "You're going to fuck me now, Larry," she said huskily. "I'm going to show you how."
Her blazing eyes drank in the full beauty of the boy's perfect, lightly muscled figure. She stared at him for a long rapturous moment and her mind whirled lecherously. Then she gently pushed the youth down onto the bed.
A moment later Debbie dropped down beside him and again placed her hands on his smooth strong shoulders. Rolling Larry over she planted another fleeting kiss on his hot and hungry lips before she pulled his adolescent body on top of her own impassioned flesh.
The lust-crazed woman sucked in her breath as her hair-covered vaginal mound pressed tightly against Larry's slender throbbing cock. She moved her hips back and forth ecstatically now, feeling at last the quivering of his hard erect shaft against the flushed lips of her moistly heated pussy. She was almost overwhelmed by her own sensual needs as she closed her trembling fingers around his boyish penis once again and guided the saliva-moistened shaft to the pulsing little mouth of her steaming cunt.
Debbie maneuvered expertly beneath the boy, slowly spreading her thighs wide to expose the moist coral slit of her cuntal furrow. Now Larry drew back to kneel before her nakedly expectant body. He began to breathe heavily, awed by the sight of the wetly throbbing pussy flesh that lay open to his astonished eyes. As he gazed in rapt attention the counselor's velvety voice assailed his ears in an urgently lascivious plea. "Put your lovely little cock there, Larry darling," she begged lewdly. "I want to feel your cock inside my pussy."
The obscene pleas of the tennis teacher were almost more than the boy could bear. He'd never heard anyone talk like that before and had never even dreamed that anyone would. His body trembled with the ardent desire that had taken complete possession of him. "Oh, yes, Miss Blackman," he moaned in mindless abandon to his own carnal needs. "Oh, yes, Miss Blackman!"
Debbie smiled up at him, her lips twitching wantonly at his eagerly acquiescent words. Then she slid her slender arms around his boyish shoulders and pulled the youth down against her full heaving breasts. Her hands played across his naked back and slipped down toward his firm young buttocks. She cupped them with a sudden movement, caressing his smooth tanned ass-cheeks and gently pulling his loins close against her own flaming pelvis.
"Now, Larry," Debbie moaned as she tried desperately to pull his rigid young cock deep up into her burning vagina. "Now, my darling."
A moment later the auburn-haired counselor felt a wave of pure joy ripple through her as his satin-smooth shaft slipped between her pulsing cuntal lips to worm up into the velvety depths of her fiery pussy. The passion-moistened walls clasped around the slender pole of iron-hard flesh, and Debbie groaned in delight.
She began to move her hips up and down, taking the full length of Larry's young cock up into her throbbing cuntal channel now. Little mewls of pleasure fell from her half-parted lips and her face contorted with lust. An obscene pleasure engulfed her passion-seared mind and she was almost beside herself with the lewd joy of being fucked by this innocent youth.
Larry's youthful member speared deep up inside her hungrily sucking cunt, teasing at the sensitive inner flesh and bringing it to full quivering excitation. Debbie moaned mindlessly now. Nothing mattered to her but the ecstasy of the turgidly swollen penis that fucked in and out of her inflamed channel and the smack of her lust-bloated balls against the upturned cheeks of her wildly undulating buttocks.
The red-haired tennis teacher was lost in her dazed passion, striving wildly for the climax that was so near to hand. She rotated her buttocks sensuously, grinding them deep down into the mattress. She grasped the dark-haired boy's buttocks again, trying to pull his jackhammering cock deeper than ever into her eagerly clasping pussy. The frenzied woman was aware of Larry's frantic efforts to reach his own orgasm as his thrashing body matched her own convulsive spasms. Dear God! She was almost there! She shivered with delight as the moment neared.
Now Debbie writhed shamelessly beneath the youth, increasing her pressure on his naked loins as she tensed her own flame-engulfed body. Her greedy vagina clenched again around the boy's rigidly thrusting penis, driving her onto a new frenzy of passion. She could feel his hard young cock swelling and flexing inside her cuntal channel, ramming deep up inside it until it smashed against her cervix.
The copper-haired counselor rotated her upturned buttocks insanely and gasped in her irrepressible excitement. The tension building up in her tortured body threatened to split her apart. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Larry!" She thrust her heated loins up against the boy again, taking his slender penis deep up into her quivering cuntal depths.
The boy pounded into the writhing woman, his hips pumping madly as he skewered her with deep lunging strokes. Oh, Christ! He'd never imagined anything like this and now it was real enough to shake him like a leaf in a storm. He couldn't last much longer, he knew that. Jesus! He was going to cum any minute now, shooting his sperm deep up into Miss Blackman's wildly quivering pussy.
Larry sent his virile young cock crashing up against Debbie's cervix one more time. The sound of his loins thrashing against the counselor's spurred the youth on and with a groan that came from deep in his throat he flicked his head forward. Once more he clamped his parted lips against her glistening mouth and felt her moist pointed tongue pry between them. He was lost to everything now but his own spiraling excitement, his own quest for fulfillment.
The boy sucked Debbie's probing tongue deep up into his mouth in just the way she was sucking his burgeoning cock deep up into her pussy. She felt it pulsing furiously there in her tight little channel as he approached his wild climax.
The first insane thrills of her own fulfillment roared through Debbie's flaming loins with the force of a hurricane. She began to rotate her hips, lifting them up to meet the youth's passionate thrusts. As he speared into her burning cunt, the tennis teacher sank back onto the bed again, rotating her buttocks in lascivious circles.
Debbie's head thrashed wildly from side to side and her copper-colored hair flailed out like the rays of a burning sun. "Oh, Larry...Larry...." she moaned in her helpless passion. "Oh, Larry...I'm cumming...I'm cummmmmming...."
Debbie's voluptuous body was caught up in the soul-shattering joy of the greatest orgasm she had ever had. As she quivered tumultuously beneath Larry, he felt his own violent climax explode like a comet. His mind reeled as his virile young sperm boiled up out of his semen-bloated testicles and spurted the length of his fiery penis to erupt like molten lava and flood Debbie's voraciously milking pussy.
The hot sticky wetness that filled the lovely counselor's clasping cunt mingled deep up inside it with her own excited female fluids before it seeped down into the furrow of her buttocks and soaked his velvety testicles. Debbie lay back at last, gasping helplessly at the ecstasy she had just experienced. Her ripely curved body was spent and exhausted with the delirium of her orgasm. She felt Larry collapse above her like a limp doll while her clasping little cunt still sucked at his rapidly deflating cock. At last, with a soft sucking sound he withdrew it and rolled over to lie sleepily beside her satin-skinned figure.
Debbie drifted off into a short but peaceful sleep. Later the sound of an owl hooting outside woke her and she wondered for a moment where she was. As she turned toward Larry the memory of her glorious moment washed over her and she smiled happily. He was a marvelous lover, she thought, and had given her more joy than she had ever thought possible.
But now it was high time that he scurried back to the boys' camp at the edge of the lake below. Debbie smiled at the idea. "Boys' Camp" indeed. Little Larry Palmer was as much of a man as any she would ever meet!
Even so it was time for them both to leave and Debbie planted a moist warm kiss on his lips to waken him. The boy's eyes fluttered open and he stared uncomprehendingly at her for a moment. Then he remembered where he was and he grinned joyfully. "Gee, Miss Blackman, that was...was...well, mind-blowing. Real mind-blowing!"
"That's just what I thought," Debbie agreed. "But now it's time for us both to go."
CHAPTER FIVE
Debbie slipped back into the cabin without waking Karen. She undressed quickly and climbed into her narrow bed, falling at once into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
The young redhead awoke to the shrill clanging of the alarm clock and stretched out her hand to turn it off. She lay back against the pillow then, sighing happily. What was the term young Larry had used? "Mind-blowing?" Yes, that was it and she couldn't think of a better description herself of the way they had fucked. But now it was time to get up and face another day at Bald Mountain Camp.
Debbie slipped from her bed and awakened Karen just as she had the morning before. She had no regrets about what had happened last night, no remorse. But she knew that she must never again let her passions sweep away her judgment like that. She had seduced a young boy and the consequences of such a perverted act could be terrible indeed.
As she headed for the primitive shower, Debbie shuddered at what those consequences might be. Oh, dear God! She could go to jail for corrupting a minor! And wasn't that just what she had done?
She almost laughed at the qualms that had overcome her when she had been fucked so obscenely by Ted Burton. She had been afraid of being found out and of losing her job. But being fucked by a man her own age was scarcely a crime whereas seducing a boy most definitely was. Even submitting to her roommate's lewd licking of her quivering loins the other night while the swimming instructor watched wasn't as bad as her later terrible perversion. Nothing...oh, dear God!...nothing was more obscene in the eyes of the law than the degenerate way in which she had coaxed the youth to lewdly suck her throbbing breasts and then to drop down over her sex-starved body. Debbie quivered as she remembered the exultant moment when the boy's slender penis had slipped up between the flaming coral lips of her expectant pussy. A new shudder of excitement rippled through her ripe young body, rekindling the fires that had seared her belly the night before.
The lovely redhead fought desperately to fight back the tingling that lit her body.
Stripping off her shortie gown she stepped beneath the shower and dumped bucket after bucket of water on her burning flesh. The icy spray that splashed against Debbie's ivory-white skin sobered her while it cleared her whirling mind. No, she thought as she stepped from the shower and picked up a towel to wrap around her curvaceous body, no! She would never see Larry again. It would be better that way. Better and safer for the two of them.
With a firm resolve, Debbie picked her way back to the cabin. Karen was awake now, stretching her arms over her head in a lazy yawn. She blinked sleepily when she caught sight of her roommate. "Oh, hi!" she greeted her. "I didn't see you last night. What happened to you?"
The tennis teacher flared up angrily. "It's none of your business, is it?" she demanded in a sudden fury. "Good God, can't I even go out and walk along the beach at night without having you cross-examine me?"
"Temper, temper," Karen chided her. "I only asked a simple, civil question, and you go off with a bang like a Roman candle or something."
Debbie gulped in sudden confusion. Did Karen know where she'd been, she wondered. Was she suspicious? Or was she just naturally curious?
Debbie tried to reassure herself by believing that it was just a normal female curiosity that had prompted her roommate to question her. But she wasn't going to take any more chances, she thought. She dressed hurriedly, maintaining a stony silence, and strode off quickly before Karen could probe any deeper.
Her little run-in with her roommate made the lush-bodied woman cautious. It wouldn't do to see Larry again, she decided, it had been great but it was over now. Anyway, wasn't Larry too young for her? Aside from the danger involved in seeing him again, shouldn't she be somewhat ashamed of herself for robbing the cradle?
With a toss of her lovely head, Debbie managed to dismiss her young lover. The way he had fucked her had been great, but he wasn't the only man on earth. He wasn't even a man, she thought wryly. But Ted Burton...that was another matter.
When Debbie saw the swimming coach later in the day, she put aside all thought of the young boy, succumbing again to Ted's obvious charm. And when the man apologized to her, giving her some scarcely plausible excuse for not turning up for their date of the night before, Debbie accepted it gratefully. Of course, there had been some hitch in his plans, she thought. It hadn't been Ted's fault after all. Hadn't she known that all along? Debbie's bewitching smile assured him that he was completely forgiven and that she would gladly accept another date with him.
The redheaded camp counselor made a point of avoiding Larry Palmer for the next few days. She had little opportunity to meet him anyway, except at the nightly campfire where there were a dozen others present. Although Debbie smiled pleasantly at her youthful friend she said nothing more to him than, "Hi there, Larry. How's it going?" It was the sort of greeting she gave to all the others, boys and girls alike.
Occasionally Debbie saw the wistful smile on her young lover's face, the hang-dog look that crossed his smooth boyish features as he stared at her across the log-fed flames. The pathetic expression tugged at her heart strings and there were moments when she longed to slip her arm around the youth and pull him close to comfort him.
But Debbie fought down the generous impulse with all her strength. Only harm could come of such an act, she told herself sternly. Harm for both of them! She would have given almost anything to soothe the sweet child's troubled mind but she knew only too well that such a path would lead them both to disaster. They were lucky not to have been caught the last time, the tennis instructor thought with a shiver of apprehension. Lucky, that was all. But next time if there was a next time they might not be so fortunate. And once again the grim spectre of spending years in jail loomed up before her.
With that in mind Debbie managed to stay aloof from the lovely youth she had seduced. It was for his own good, she told herself. For his good and for hers as well. Smiling blandly at him she said "Good night" and went about her own business, putting out the fire, checking on her young charges and doing all that was necessary in her position.
Debbie had given a final poke to the smoldering logs one starry evening and had started alone up the narrow path when she heard her name called. She whirled around expectantly. "Ted?" she asked in a hushed voice as her heart raced at the hope of seeing the handsome man alone again. "Ted? Is that you?"
There was a rustle of leaves and the crackle of footsteps in the underbrush just off the path. The young woman stopped and stood motionless, waiting. "Ted?" she asked again. "Is that you?"
"No, it isn't!" The voice was familiar but a long moment passed before Debbie gasped, "My God! Larry! What on earth are you doing here?"
"I had to see you, Miss Blackman," the wide-eyed youth said urgently. "Gee, I just had to."
"Oh?" Debbie sucked in her breath, then let it out slowly. "Well," she said with a little flurry of fear, "Well, what about?" Had someone learned of their obscene lovemaking the other night? Had they been seen together? What on earth was it?
"Darn it all! I can't talk to you here!" the boy burst out. "I want to see you!"
Debbie stood as if frozen to the spot, unable to move or even to speak. A huge lump rose in her throat that threatened to choke her and she wagged her head in a meaningless semaphore. At last the concerned redhead swallowed hard and managed to find her voice. "Not here," she explained impatiently.
"Where then?" Larry insisted.
"I...I don't know."
"I gotta see you, Miss Blackman."
"Yes...well, yes...." Once again the terrible fear gnawed at the pit of Debbie's stomach, making her feel faint. They'd been discovered! That was it! Oh, dear God!
The lovely woman's knees turned to jelly and she was certain she could never dare to meet the young camper and learn the truth. But at the same time she knew that she would have to!
"Where?" Larry was repeating. "Where?"
"The cabin," Debbie said with a groan. "Meet me at the cabin. Larry."
"When? When?" The child's voice rose alarmingly and came close to cracking. Debbie's eyes filled with tears at the sound. He was so young, she thought. So young. And thanks to her his life might already be ruined.
The counselor made a desperate effort to soothe the boy in spite of her own qualms. "In half an hour, Larry. I'll be there. "In fact," she said with a smile of false cheer, "I'll be waiting for you."
A short time later, Debbie hurried along the path that led to the little log hut in the woods. With a sudden terror she realized that the place might be locked. It had been, the first night she had gone there and it was Ted Burton who had the key. But later the door had been left open. Debbie hoped fervently that that would be the case tonight.
To her great relief, Debbie saw the faint glimmer of the kerosene lamp from the interior of the small cabin as she neared it. Oh, thank
God! She breathed. Larry had already arrived and found the door unlocked. And now he was waiting for her.
The young woman ran the last few yards with a stumbling gait and climbed the few steps to the cabin door in sheer agony. "Larry?" she called out, poking her head inside, "is that you?"
"Oh, Miss Blackman!" the youth responded as he sighed with relief himself. "Gee, I thought you might not be able to get away."
"You're early," Debbie chided him gently. "I said half an hour."
"Yeah. Well, I guess I hurried. Anyway...." he gave Debbie a disarming smile, "gee. Miss Blackman. I sure wanted to talk to you!"
Debbie's heart sank again at the thought of what the youngster had to say. Was it true? Had they been discovered? What else could have made Larry so insistent? "What about?" she asked with her heart in her boots.
Larry shook his head. "I...I just wanted to see you. Miss Blackman. I just wanted to talk to you! I mean, I haven't really seen you for so long and when we meet down there at the camp you act...I don't know...you act like you never even met me before!"
Oh, God! Debbie thought. That was all! She'd been almost out of her mind with worry and for no reason at all.
For a moment Debbie was almost angry with the youngster. But there was something about his helplessness, his vulnerability that melted her heart. The boy is miserable, she thought. He's nearly as unhappy as I was that night I first met him.
Debbie knew that the prudent course for her to follow would be to send Larry Palmer away. She couldn't possibly go on meeting him up here in the lonely cabin. It was too dangerous for both of them. At the same time, sending him away at once was an act of cruelty that made her shudder. Why not ask the boy to sit down and talk to him for a few minutes? After that she could make some excuse and leave.
The young woman sank down on to one of the chairs while a surge of relief welled up in her trembling body at what seemed to her a narrow escape. She nodded at the other chair, urging the boy to take it.
Larry smiled pleasantly before he suggested, "Shall I light a fire, Miss Blackman? You're...you're shivering."
Debbie hugged her own shaking shoulders. "I'm all right," she assured the youth.
"I'll light the fire anyway!"
Oh, no! Debbie thought, ft would he better for the both of us to leave at once. "No, Larry," she protested. "I have to be going in just a few minutes."
The youngster spun around. "I don't want you to go, Miss Blackman," he said earnestly. "I...I want you to...."
Debbie blushed hotly, her face crimsoning at the realization of what the boy was about to say. In spite of herself she felt a stirring of desire in her loins that she strove desperately to suppress. The other night had been fantastic as she had to admit. But now was the time to end the unnatural relationship.
Trying to spare the child as much pain as possible the lovely tennis teacher took his moist palm between her smooth cool hands. "You're very sweet," she said, her eyes wide with sincerity. "But you know, Larry, we mustn't let ourselves get carried away, must we?"
"No," the youth agreed, running the tip of his tongue around his parched lips.
"Then don't you think we should both be going?" Debbie asked gently.
A pained expression flashed through Larry's innocent eyes that stabbed deep into Debbie's aching heart. "You don't know how much I've wanted to see you again, Miss Blackman," he pleaded with her. "It's all I can think about, day and night."
"But you should be going with girls your own age," the copper-haired counselor insisted.
"I don't want to," Larry said petulantly. He glanced down at the wooden floor and kicked at a withered leaf that had drifted inside. "I want to stay here with you."
Debbie felt another flurry of excitement whisper in her loins as if a thousand butterflies took wing there. They settled down at last and the lovely counselor began to tremble with the rising tide of her uncontrollable emotions. The boy was so sweet, she thought, so enchanting, that she could hardly bear to disappoint him. She had been disappointed often enough in her own life and she remembered with gratitude that it was Larry who had cheered her up just the other night when Ted had failed to appear.
"Don't be blue, my little darling," the auburn-haired beauty soothed the distraught boy. "I'd like you to stay here, too...." Debbie swallowed hard as she tried to strengthen her weakening resolve. "I'd like you to stay here, too, but don't you see that it's better for both of us if you leave?"
"Let me kiss you, Miss Blackman," the boy begged suddenly.
"If you promise me you'll leave in just a moment," Debbie answered, hoping to save the two of them. But she already knew that it was too late. A tremor of lewd excitement danced across her soft ivory-white skin at the words the boy uttered, and the promise of what was yet to come made her shapely body tingle with wanton desire. In confusion she dropped the youth's hand and waited breathlessly for what would happen next.
"Gee, Miss Blackman," Larry murmured. His eyes that shone with puppy love roved up and down the counselor's ripely curved figure. "Gee, Miss Blackman. You're beautiful. You really are!" The youth stared speechlessly at her for a long moment that was tense with expectancy. Suddenly he rose and moved across the room, stopping at the side of Debbie's chair.
Just as suddenly the boy bent his head toward Debbie's uplifted face and at the same time cupped her tiny pointed chin in his smooth warm hand. Sinking down to his knees, he abruptly pressed his soft young lips against the counselor's glistening mouth. Debbie gasped at the youthful violence of the kiss planted there and her mouth parted joyfully.
Larry quickly thrust the pointed tip of his tongue into the dark warm chasm to tentatively explore it. But his fervor mounted ardently until it flamed into a quivering passion. As he moaned excitedly his body tensed with his desperate longing.
Debbie could feel her own passion exploding into flames which now licked thrillingly at her quivering loins. She moaned quietly, certain that her tingling flesh would be consumed like the twigs that glowed incandescently in the fireplace before her.
She was powerless to help herself now and reluctantly welcomed the moment when the boy dropped to his knees to snake his slender lightly muscled arm around her trembling shoulders. He drew her close to him until her sensuously rounded breasts pressed against his chest and her hard erect nipples bored into his chest.
In spite of the tiny mewls of pleasure that rose unbidden in her throat, Debbie made a final effort to protest against her inevitable submission to the lovely child. "No," she whispered huskily. "We...we mustn't."
"We have to, Miss Blackman," Larry replied urgently. "I can't stop now. You can't make me!"
Debbie's heart Hailed against her ribs, beating out a wild tattoo that echoed in her ears. The boy's desperation melted whatever remained of her feeble will to resist, and she gave herself up to the overpowering needs of her own greedily aching body. "No," she admitted in a helpless whisper, "I can't make you stop, Larry." And, almost to herself, she added with a shudder of defeat, "And I don't even want to."
At that moment Larry dropped one slender hand to the tennis teacher's sun-bronzed leg. With lust-inciting slowness he stroked seductively at the inviting flesh of her inner thigh while Debbie's lips parted once again to silently mouth her pleasure.
As Larry's hand inched slowly up along the quivering flesh, the counselor shifted against the seat to grind her buttocks down hard against it. Her lust-filmed eyes fluttered closed and she gave herself up completely to the obscene pleasure of the child's immature and yet surprisingly sophisticated fingering. With a moan of complete abandon to her wanton desires, Debbie let her legs splay lewdly apart.
The attractive redhead could feel her breasts swell and throb beneath her tight little tennis dress while her hungry cuntal sheath began to throb wetly. Her hips gyrated once more against the seat of the chair, rotating in an obscene circular movement that further incited the highly aroused youth.
With a helpless groan Larry eased his outstretched middle finger beneath the elastic leg band of Debbie's little panties, pushing them aside to expose the entire moist crevice of her coral-hued lips. "Oh, gee!" the youngster gulped in astounded pleasure. "Gee, Miss Blackman."
Debbie writhed at the pleasurable sensation that rippled unchecked through her loins. With it came a responsive need to bring an equal pleasure to her young lover. Without a thought she reached out to place her strong but slender hand over the telltale bulge beneath the young camper's faded blue-jeans. Larry sucked in his breath in audible delight, then let it out with a slow whistle of astonishment as the counselor pulled down the zipper of his fly.
Larry thrilled in suspense as the lovely woman slipped her hand beneath the light blue denim and eased her fingers beneath his jockey shorts. Once again he sucked in his breath as Debbie's fingers stroked lightly across the throbbing shaft of his inflamed cock, resting lightly on it for a feverish moment. Maneuvering the stiffened member out of his pants, she again stroked it gently.
Larry was goaded beyond all restraint by the electric contact of the counselor's hand against his lust-swollen penis. In a sudden response he shot his outstretched middle finger forward again to search out the small pulsing bud of her clitoris. It brushed across it thrillingly while Debbie stiffened spasmodically in excited pleasure.
The handsome dark-haired youngster began to tease in earnest now at the quiveringly erect little point of flesh, taunting it into even greater hardness. Slowly the tip of his finger moved up to the trembling hair-framed hole of Debbie's vagina and probed tentatively at it. She stiffened again in a new spasm of uncontrollable excitement and arched her hips to meet the taunting fingertip.
Debbie's lips parted in response to the feathery tongues of fire that curled around her lust-incited flesh. Her body tensed stiffly and she stifled a moan as the boy's probing finger slowly wound its way deep up into her tight little cuntal passage, twisting and turning obscenely. Tightening her fingers around his slender throbbing cock, she pulled the heavy foreskin back, exposing the soft purplish-red cock-head, and began to massage the swollen flesh rhythmically.
Larry quivered beneath the beautiful redhead's kneading fingers and he arched back in tormented excitement. "Oh, God, Miss Blackman," he groaned. "You're driving me crazy. I mean, it's out of this world, what you're doing to me." He groaned again then burst out suddenly, "Take your clothes off, Miss Blackman, just like you did the other day. And I'll take mine off, too."
Debbie heard the words and responded to them as if she were hypnotized. In a daze she reached behind her back to pull down the zipper of her dress and ease it off her shoulders. As she pulled off her satin-and-elastic brassiere and her brief bikini panties, she watched the agitated boy before her strip his own trembling body naked.
The confused woman's head spun like a whirling dervish as she at last realized that she and the young camper stood facing one another quivering nakedly. Briefly she questioned herself, "What am I doing?" before she felt the pressure of his sweat-moistened hand on her burning shoulder.
"Please, Miss Blackman," Larry begged as he raised her to her feet. "Please go over there."
Debbie nodded distractedly before moving obediently over to the bed. She had no idea of what was happening to her anymore, nor any idea of what she was doing. Moving like an automaton and obeying Larry's commands unswervingly, she dropped down on the hard mattress. A moment later the excited youth lay beside her, pulling her warmly responsive naked body close to his own.
The touch of his flesh against her own tingling skin touched off new waves of burning pleasure in her loins. Stricken dumb by her own passion, Debbie could do nothing more than moan and whimper as the dark-haired youth's sensitive fingers played across her body to bring forth an ecstatic response. Generously she wondered how she could fulfill the boy's needs, how she could bring him to the same peak of ecstasy that she felt.
The answer flashed upon her suddenly, and in response she turned to straddle the aroused youth beside her, her knees on either side of his narrow young hips. Then she slithered backward until she knelt above his heated loins with her face only inches away.
Larry's eyes widened at the sight of his beloved counselor's mouth poised just above his throbbing penis. He felt her hand as it slid to the base of his swollen member and grasped it with a tenderness that sent insane shocks of pleasure hurtling through him. Once again she drew the foreskin gently back from the bloated cock-head. A drop of clear fluid had oozed out of the tiny hole in the tip, and she flicked her head forward to run the tip of her moist pink tongue down to lap it up lewdly, and then she swirled her tongue frantically over the full length of his rock hard organ.
Larry groaned aloud and tensed his body. The contact of Debbie's moistly heated tongue as it flicked lightly over the tiny split at the end of his penis was absolutely spine-chilling. Oh, Christ! Spine-chilling. Fantastic! Just fantastic! Out of this world! This tennis teacher really turned him on. Larry thought, gazing rapturously at the lovely redhead's passion-twisted features.
A gasp of exquisite joy was wrenched from deep down in the boy's chest. Hearing it Debbie dipped forward again to lick thrillingly at another glistening drop of semen that had oozed from the tiny winking eye at the tip of his penis. She moaned herself, then, and sucked the drop into her mouth and savored it while Larry half-choked in unbearable excitement.
Debbie's tongue flicked again at the tiny slit. A moment later her widely ovaled mouth closed around the slender throbbing shaft of Larry's hard tingling cock, gulping the full slender length of it into her mouth until her hips crushed against the smooth, hairless thatch at the base of his throbbing cock. The boy tensed ecstatically as the velvety warmth of the counselor's clasping lips slipped down over the erectly quivering pole.
Oh, Christ! he thought as the slender young member grazed the back of Debbie's throat. Oh, Christ! She's taken the whole thing into her hot mouth. Swallowing all of it in her desire to bring him pleasure, her tongue gently caressed the swollen flesh, shooting darts of joy through his trembling body. As Debbie ran her tongue back and forth along the sensitive surface, Larry's breath caught in his throat.
The boy's slim hips writhed uncontrollably against the hard mattress. Suddenly he arched up, ramming the fleshy pike of his burning penis deep into Debbie's mouth again. Fascinated, the boy watched as the teacher's cheeks hollowed and expanded around the flaming member. Oh, God! He'd been dreaming of this ever since the night he'd first come up here to the cabin, but the reality was a thousand times better than the fantasy had been.
The fourteen year old whimpered as Debbie struggled to again take the full length of his erect young penis into the warm chasm of her mouth. Her face contorted salaciously while her tongue played over Larry's rubbery pulsing cock-head, and her lips formed a warm elastic ring around it.
As Debbie continued to suck voraciously on the excited cock-flesh, she slid her hands down between the youth's parted thighs. A moment later she had taken the semen-bloated sacs of his testicles into her hands and cupped them. Letting one hand inch up, she curled it around the fleshy base of his cock, stroking it sensuously while her other hand continued to massage the softly resilient flesh of his youthful balls.
Debbie's hungry lips moved up and down the rampant shaft, and she was far too wrapped up in her own debased pleasure to hear the soft thud of the outer door as it opened and closed. Larry was equally oblivious and continued to ram his blood-engorged member deep in between the counselor's clasping lips.
The redheaded tennis teacher's darting tongue swirled thrillingly around the youth's slender vibrant cock and she moved licentiously up against him. Suddenly she flicked her head to one side. "I want you, too, my darling," she assured him.
The highly aroused woman maneuvered her tingling body quickly and skillfully around the boy until his flushed young face pressed hard against her welcoming loins. "You too," she urged lewdly.
With an understanding far beyond his years, Larry slid forward to mash his innocent young lips against Debbie's lustfully inflamed pussy. Shy nodded encouragingly at him and he shot his tongue out to probe at the soft flesh of her inner lips. A moment later Debbie began to rotate her hips sensuously against his smooth and youthful skin.
She drew her legs back now and clamped her thighs salaciously around Larry's ears. Holding him firmly against her eagerly clasping pussy she again rotated her hips. Debbie ground her own ripe full body against his as they writhed together in an embrace of lewdly wanton passion.
The older woman's teeth scraped lightly against the hard resisting flesh of his slender penis, and her lips clung to the rigid shaft that filled her mouth and rammed back to crash against the back throat. The lascivious couple thrashed lewdly against one another now, unaware of anything but their own obscene passions mounting to a fever pitch.
With a quick movement that he never could have explained, Larry suddenly thrust his outstretched middle finger deep up into the quivering folds of Debbie's wetly heated pussy and impaled her on it. She ground back against the tip of the cock-like finger as she continued to suck greedily at the hard shaft that filled her mouth. Her little pussy was on fire now, shooting turgid waves of burning heat through every tingling nerve end of her tingling body.
The dark-haired teenager's loins were ablaze too as his cement-hard cock pistoned back and forth between Debbie's desperately ovaling lips. The spongy cock-head crashed again against the back of her throat and she moaned mindlessly as she began to strive for her long-awaited climax.
Simultaneously the young boy quivered in the first shattering spasms of his own explosive orgasm. He arched up while the fire that raged in his loins burned out of control. His tongue flicking against his lovely friend's flaming vagina matched the rhythm of his own cock stabbing back deep into her mouth. A groan welled up from the depths of his chest as he felt the heated semen in his aching balls boil up dangerously. Suddenly the white hot sperm erupted to spill forth in a searing stream. The burning cum spurted the length of his jerking penis and spewed forth at last into the hidden recesses of Debbie's greedily sucking mouth.
Debbie struggled for breath as she desperately tried to swallow the flood of sweetly salty fluid that gushed from his wildly spasming cock. Her own tense and strained body contracted violently and she moaned incoherently as at last it exploded rapturously in the throes of her own cataclysmic delight.
The passion-consumed couple clutched at one another as they writhed in their final moment of ecstasy, moaning and groaning together in their delirious delight. At last they relaxed, subsiding back limply on the bed. Debbie rolled away from the youth, her tongue still swiping compulsively at her sperm-smeared lips as she tried to lap up the final precious drop. With a loud sigh she closed her eyes, hearing an answering sigh from Larry.
And for a long moment after she knew nothing at all.
CHAPTER SIX
Ted Burton had wandered disconsolately along the beach, almost certain that Debbie would appear soon. It was quite true that he had made no date with the lovely counselor from the neighboring camp, and just as true that he had made no effort to see her. But the handsome broad-shouldered man was used to having women wait for him or follow him, used to having them telephone with some idiotic excuse and to fish for an invitation to spend the evening or even the night with him. So what the hell was the matter with Debbie Blackman?
He had scanned the beach, his bright blue eyes shaded with his strong sun-bronzed hand, watching for some sight of her. When Debbie didn't turn up he was bewildered at first. A little later Ted was annoyed. After that he was ready to chew nails. Christ! You just couldn't count on some women, now could you?
Ted shrugged his muscular shoulders and stood at the side of the lake, staring across it. The hell with it. There were plenty of other fish in the sea, even if not in the lake. And plenty of other women who would do almost anything for a chance to spend an evening with him. With a little twisted smile Ted amended that idea. They were willing to do anything, he thought -anything at all and much more than Debbie had, just to please him. But this bitch . . . ! Damn it all!
Ted turned and walked back the way he had come, still furious with the lovely counselor from Bald Mountain Camp. He stalked across the beach once again, then stopped to look up toward the cluster of cabins that comprised the living quarters of both the students and the counselors. The light was on in the hut that Debbie shared with Karen and the sight of it glowing there made him angrier than ever. The hell with her, he raged. The hell with her!
But he was drawn to the cabin like steel filings to a magnet, and in a few minutes he was knocking violently at the closed and locked door. From within he had heard Karen's irritated voice. "Yes?" she called. "What on earth is it now?"
"It's me, Ted!" he answered quickly.
"Oh,! " Karen's voice changed and she almost purred as she said, "Wait just a minute and I'll let you in."
A moment later the gorgeous brunette, wearing a shortie nightgown topped by a hastily donned sheer robe, flung the door open. "Come in," she had said, giving him an inviting glance through her sensuously narrowed dark eyes.
"Thanks," Ted grunted brusquely. He stepped inside the cabin and closed the door behind him. His eyes searched the place quickly before he asked, "Where the hell's Debbie?"
Karen's lips had curled in scornful amusement. "How the hell should I know?" she asked.
"She's your roommate, isn't she?" Ted demanded loudly. "If you don't know where she is, who the hell does?"
Karen opened her eyes wide to stare in feigned surprise and innocence at the broad-shouldered athlete. "You," she answered at last.
"Me?" Ted trembled with rage at the wounding answer. "Yeah," he said bitterly. "Sure. I'm supposed to know where every bitch in this camp is."
Karen had a sarcastic comment on the tip of her tongue, but bit it back. It's better not to trifle with him when he's in such a state, she thought. God! There's no telling what he might do to me! The lovely brunette shook her head and said in an honest, straight-forward tone, "She isn't here, Ted."
The simplicity of Karen's statement had further infuriated the outraged male counselor. "I can see that for myself," he had snarled. "What I asked was, where is she?"
"I don't know," Karen said, feeling a knot of fear tighten in her stomach.
"You sure?" Ted went on, questioning her closely.
"Absolutely. I wouldn't lie to you, Ted. You know that!"
"I wouldn't put it past you," the fair-haired man snorted. "You'd do damn near anything."
"I wouldn't lie, though," Karen protested earnestly. "Not to you."
"That makes mc a minority of one then, doesn't it?" Ted asked cynically. Before the frightened woman could answer he went on, "Well, where do you think your gorgeous roommate is?"
Karen averted her eyes and stared uncomfortably at the floor. From little hints that Debbie had let fall during the past few days, she suspected that she was up at the cabin which had been the scene of the lewd orgy between the three of them the other night. And she was damn certain that if Debbie was there, she wasn't alone.
Then who was she with?
Karen couldn't be sure of that, either, but it seemed likely that she was with that kid from Camp Shady Oaks whose name Debbie had mentioned a little too casually a couple of times. What was it? Oh, yes, Larry. Larry Palmer.
The distraught woman looked up at Ted again, wondering whether or not to tell him. His face was almost purple with rage beneath his dark suntan, and it stirred a ripple of cold fear in Karen's belly while goose bumps erupted on her skin.
Another tremor of fear jarred the brunette's ripely curved body as Ted thundered out his question again. "Well, where do you think Debbie is?"
The anxious woman shook her head. "I don't know, Ted. Really I don't."
"You must have some idea," he snarled menacingly.
This time Karen nodded. It wouldn't do to cross this guy, she thought miserably. There was no telling what he might do to her. And after all, what happened to Debbie was hardly her concern, was it? "I...I suppose she's got a date," she stammered. "A date with someone."
"Yeah? And just who would that someone be?"
"She didn't tell me," Karen said, evading the question.
"And you just haven't any idea!" Ted had glared fiercely at the young woman, terrifying her into blurting out an answer.
"I...I guess it might be with that kid from your camp," she admitted unhappily. God! She felt like a prisoner of war or something, being tortured into betraying one of her comrades. And she'd been too much of a coward to resist.
She saw the evil gleam in the eye of the athlete who faced her and was sorry she had told him. But it was too late for regrets; Ted was demanding the boy's name now.
"I think...I think it's Larry Palmer," Karen had said in a tiny voice.
"Oh, Christ! Larry Palmer!" Ted had shouted, balling his fist and smashing it furiously against the palm of his other hand. "So she's screwing a fourteen year old now! Jesus!"
"You don't know that," Karen pointed out hurriedly. "They might just be talking about something or other...."
"That sounds likely," Ted sneered.
"Well...maybe Larry has something worrying him and needed . . .well...counseling."
"Then he should have come to me," Ted snapped. "I'm his counselor!"
"But...." Karen tried to find some way to placate the raging athlete, but he had already turned and stormed from the cabin, slamming the door behind him.
With eyes blazing, he rushed down the path from Karen's and found the other footpath that led to the cabin in the woods. Jesus, he thought, if he found them together, there sure would be hell to pay. Smarting beneath the ball of losing a girl to a youngster, Ted envisaged the humiliation he would inflict on her, the indignities he would make her submit to.
Occasionally a flash of reason told the furious man that he had stood Debbie up himself, but he brushed away the idea angrily. No one, he assured himself grimly, no one left Ted Burton for another man. And by God! No one ever left him for a kid!
Ted reached the crest of the hill at last and caught sight of the dim light glimmering through the cabin window. Well, they were there all right! They had to be!
He strode forward, almost berserk with rage, scrambling through the underbrush that overgrew the path. But now, suddenly cautious, Ted pushed the door open gently and at last stepped inside. Stopping to close it quietly behind him, he stared in disgusted fury at the scene before him. They were there all right, the two of them lying naked on the small bed. And Christ! The counselor and the camper were rutting like a couple of animals.
Debbie's warm glistening lips were clasped over the throbbing shaft of the kid's hard young cock, and she looked like she was trying to swallow every last inch of it. Her cheeks billowed in and out and her fingers curled around the thick base of the pistoning penis. Her eyes were half-closed in her depraved lust and her soft cushiony breasts bounced joyously against Harry's hard young loins.
And Larry! Christ! The kid had buried his head deep into the widespread "vee" of Debbie's naked loins and was flicking his tongue deep up between the moistly glistening lips of the counselor's red-hot pussy. From where he stood, Ted could see' a good half of the narrow coral-hued slit of her lewdly welcoming cunt. And when the boy lifted his head momentarily, the whole of the lust-swollen furrow was completely exposed to his view.
Ted's first impulse was to step forward and separate the obscenely fucking couple, but he held himself back and watched them instead. In a minute, he told himself. In just a minute. It will be better then!
His eyes were glued to their nakedly writhing bodies and to their lust-contorted faces. Jesus! They were so wrapped up in their own obscene passions that they hadn't even noticed Ted's presence.
As he watched Larry's slim boyish hips pump frantically up and down to send his throbbing cock spearing deep down into Debbie's sucking throat, Ted felt his own aching rod lurch lewdly. He reached down to unzip his fly and unbuckle his belt as the massive member stiffened into rock-like hardness. Then he slid his hand beneath his shorts and began to massage the long thick shaft obscenely.
The two wanton creatures were striving wildly for their separate climaxes, thrashing about in a paroxysm of naked lust, and they were both groaning mindlessly. Ted grunted scornfully as the muffled cries echoed passionately through the small cabin. Christ! Debbie hadn't the foggiest idea of what fucking was all about! But by Jesus, he would give her a real taste of it. Not like the last time, either, when he had treated her like she was almost human. This time he was going to show the slut something she'd never dreamed about. And shit, he would make her love it almost as much as he did himself!
He stared at the two, grinning lewdly as their bodies tensed in their separate soul-shattering orgasms. They convulsed at last into spasmodic arches before collapsing to sprawl in quivering heaps on the narrow bed.
Ted gave them a few blissful moments in which to recover their senses before he brutally shattered their composure. The depraved couple lay quietly back on the bed, breathing heavily in their exhaustion, when Ted stepped forward. He stared down at Debbie for a moment, torn between his alternating rage and his lewd desire for her.
Suddenly Ted's hand shot out and he plucked young Larry from the bed as easily as if he were a rag doll. The boy screamed as he felt himself shaken fiercely, then tossed aside like a scrap of discarded Kleenex. He landed unceremoniously in a comer, collapsing their into a limp pile while his mouth opened and closed in shocked terror. "Mr. Burton!" he gasped at last. "What are you doing here?"
Ted gave him a contemptuous glance and an equally contemptuous answer. "That was just what I was wondering about you!"
Larry sprang to his feet, desperate to explain and to excuse himself. But Burton silenced him with an imperious gesture and a barked, "Shut up!"
"Yes, sir!" Larry whimpered. "Yes, Mr. Burton!"
Ted was too intent on the lovely counselor quivering nakedly on the bed to pay much attention to the boy. Her eyes fluttered open as he stared at her and she recognized the swimming instructor with a start of fear. "Oh, dear God!" Debbie moaned as a vague idea of what must have happened sank into her befogged brain. "Oh, dear God!"
She tried to struggle to her feet, but Ted pushed her back on the bed with a brutal shove. "Stay there," he ordered coarsely. "My turn now."
The terrified redhead sucked in her breath and held it while the world whirled around her and the cabin swayed crazily from side to side. "What...what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered helplessly.
"I'm going to show you what it's like to be fucked by a man," Ted said boastfully. "I'm going to ram my cock up into that tight little cunt of yours just the way I did the other day, only a lot better. And I'm going to have you on your knees in front of me."
A dim hope flickered through Debbie's brain.
"You mean you want me to beg?" she asked. "Like the other day?"
Ted shook his head. "That, too," he said coldly. "But it wasn't exactly what I had in mind."
"Then what . . . ? " Debbie quavered.
"You talk too much," Ted snapped. He leered obscenely at the swollen mounds of the redhead's pillowy white breasts and at the small crests of her nipples that were still taut with the excitement of the perverted fucking she had just experienced.
Suddenly Debbie saw that Ted's swollen, blue-veined cock was jutting from his opened fly in a lewd indication of his lascivious intentions. "Oh, no!" she groaned, covering her mouth to stifle the scream that welled up in her throat.
"I told you, you talked too much!" Ted snapped irritably. "So shut up!"
The agitated woman was on the point of protesting again when the evil glint in the strapping blond-haired athlete's eye stopped her. Instead she merely stared at him, her own eyes wide with fright.
Ted ignored Debbie's obvious consternation and his lips curled disdainfully at the sight of her distress. Suddenly he barked, "Turn over!"
"What?"
"I told you, you talked too much," he bellowed for the third time. With a quick movement forward he slid his hands beneath her arching back and flipped her over onto her belly. Debbie fell against the mattress with a soft smacking sound that almost knocked the wind out of her. In spite of herself she wailed with anguish and was rewarded with a swift slap across the ivory-white moons of her ass-cheeks. Debbie screamed at the sudden pain and bit her lip until she was afraid it would bleed.
After that she kept her face pressed against the small embroidered cushion beneath her head. Behind her the helpless tennis instructor could hear Ted stripping off his clothes hastily, and she braced herself for the assault that she knew was imminent.
Abruptly Ted dropped to the bed, letting out a wild lewd cry that almost froze her marrow. As he straddled her thighs he began to run his hands up and down over her creamy-white hips, stroking sensuously at the supple skin. Debbie flexed her taut body beneath him, suddenly ashamed of the tiny flickers of excitement that stirred in her trembling belly. Oh, dear God! How could she? How could she be so wanton, so venal as to respond to this brute? Hadn't he already ravished her lewdly once before? And wasn't he now intent on God only knew what perverted act?
Debbie clenched her thighs tightly together and stiffened her body to resist the forbidden sexual excitement that mounted inexorably in her loins. As the vengeful blond-haired man drew his hands slowly and lecherously across the rippling flesh of her soft full buttocks, eager tremors jolted through her tensely contracted belly. Goddamn it all! She wouldn't give in to him no, nor to her own depraved desires. I would rather die, she thought absurdly. I would rather die!
But as Ted's huge hands encircled the two firm mounds of her naked buttocks to cup them, Debbie thrilled with forbidden pleasure. The soft sensuous stroking of the swimmer's powerful fingers awakened a new and eager passion in her lushly ripened body. The helplessly cringing woman moaned slightly and tensed against this new pleasure, while Ted again clutched her trembling ass-cheeks and lewdly drew them apart.
Another tremor of excitement shattered her taut-strung body as Ted ran his fingers down the narrow crevice of her buttocks. He teased lewdly at the sensitive flesh and aroused flutters of raw passion that inflamed her already burning body.
A moment later his fingers brushed lightly over the small tight circle of her anus. Debbie moaned and dug her belly deep into the mattress, writhing desperately in an effort to escape the intense pleasure that was more than she could bear.
Ted continued the obscene stroking of her hidden flesh while Debbie moaned in a semi-delirium. He watched her hips buck back upward as she surrendered abjectly to the magic touch of his fingers. Christ, she wouldn't be able to stand much more of this, he thought happily. And he couldn't either. So all was for the best.
He teased again at the small hairless opening of Debbie's tight little anus and paused a moment to plunge the tip of his extended middle finger into the rubbery flesh of the nether orifice. She winced at the pain and screamed out, biting her lip in shame at gratifying her tormentor in this way. A moment later, though, the pain metamorphosed into pleasure and once again Debbie bit her lip, this time though to hold back her whimpers of delight.
The tortured woman shook her head in utter confusion, not knowing what to think any more. Ted continued to run his hands over her supple skin, coaxing new joys and new pleasures from his lewd fingering of her haplessly twisting body. Her buttocks arched and fell beneath his touch as Debbie came close to losing all control.
Ted grinned gleefully above her, inordinately pleased to see her helplessness. They all succumbed to him sooner or later, he thought. And Debbie Blackman was no exception.
The fair-haired swimmer let his fingers stray from the tight little circle of Debbie's anus down between her widespread thighs. Then he ran his fingertips over the throbbingly inflamed flesh there and along the swollen lips of her pussy until they reached her hair-framed cuntal orifice. Once again he teased thrillingly at her wet and fiery pussy. Jesus, he thought. She's sure ready for anything I can throw her. And I can throw her plenty, he added to himself.
The redhead's crazily burning genitals worked eagerly agains Ted's probing fingers and throaty moans of passion rose to her moistly parted lips. Her hungry cunt screamed out to be filled by this man's thick hard cock, to take it deep up inside her until every whorl and swirl of the sensitive sheath was on fire with its flaming response. She couldn't stand this much longer, Debbie thought. She was already almost out of her mind.
Debbie began to squirm and thrash beneath the fingers that continued to tease relentlessly at her molten skin. Her face was flushed and her breath came in short hard gasps. Above her, Ted probed one more time at the burning hole of her moistened cunt, delighting in the warm glistening fluids that bathed his outstretched middle finger.
Suddenly he barked out a hoarse command. "Okay, you bitch! Kneel up!"
The words fell on Debbie's ears like a piercing, shattering scream. She shook her head, struggling at first to understand and a moment later to obey. But she was incapable of gathering her strength together in spite of her willingness to please Ted now.
"Kneel up!" Ted commanded again as Debbie lay pressed abjectly against the bed, trembling with the humiliation of her subjugated position.
"Yes," the frantic woman quavered weakly. But she was still incapable of complying with the order.
Once again Ted sent his hand slashing across her naked buttocks, leaving a cruelly glowing imprint on the ivory-white flesh. This time Debbie obeyed with alacrity, scrambling to her knees and leaning forward, her throbbing breasts boring deep into the mattress while her ass-cheeks waved lewdly back at Ted.
"That's better," he said grudgingly. The totally helpless red-haired woman groaned miserably as Ted lurched forward until his burning loins were wedged against her undulating buttocks. Again he cupped the two white cheeks and pulled them apart to stretch widely the heated furrow between them. He lunged again and ground his massive rock-hard cock into the narrow crevice, mashing it lewdly against the sweat-moistened flesh.
Ted felt the tremors of agonized ecstasy that rippled through the lovely redhead's tingling body. He waited a moment, reveling in the reluctant woman's servile acceptance of his thick rod and enjoying to the fullest his own abasement of the proud bitch.
A moment later Ted grasped his blood-engorged shaft in his strong hands and guided it forward between Debbie's wide-stretched thighs. The flaring tip grazed thrillingly against the fleshy swollen lips of her vagina, then brushed across the silky auburn pubic hair that framed the gaping open mouth of her cunt.
Debbie's agitated whimper was music to Ted's ears. He thrust forward again, sweeping her buttocks farther apart until his iron-rigid cock was poised at the moistly flaming little hole of her cunt itself. Flexing the massive blunt instrument, Ted teased unbearably at the tiny opening.
Debbie steeled herself against the inevitable onslaught. Even so, she was unprepared for the powerful thrust of Ted's hips that sent his hard penis plunging deep up inside her futilely resisting pussy channel.
The tortured woman screamed helplessly as Ted grunted with satisfaction. Christ, she's tight! Tight and hot and worth all the nonsense I had to put up with from her.
Tlie sadistic swimming instructor's thick hard cock plowed deeper and deeper up into the softly yielding flesh of Debbie's vagina as it expanded to accommodate the throbbing shaft. Her screams had subsided into muted whispers and, as Ted continued to piston in and out of her sensually responding vaginal sheath, they changed into little mewls of pleasure.
Debbie rotated her buttocks lasciviously now and the muscles inside her tight hot cunt flexed and contracted around Ted's plunging member. As she knelt slave-like before him, she almost forgot the shame of her self-abasement in the overwhelming delight that spread in fiery circles through her quivering belly.
Ted Burton clenched his teeth in his frantic exertion, continuing to ram his raging cock deep up against the soft velvety flesh of Debbie's clasping cuntal walls. Her clasping pussy gripped the pounding rod and closed around it, sucking him in, contracting and relaxing in a growing sexual frenzy.
Debbie began to strain back against the man's pumping loins, glorying in the smack of flesh against flesh as he plowed in and out in long powerful strokes. As the strokes lengthened, slamming deep up into her fiery depths with pile-driving force, Debbie lost the last vestige of self-control. She flung her head helplessly from side to side while her belly heaved in abandoned passion. She was striving for her climax now and was almost out of her mind as it approached.
Behind her Ted could feel the churning sperm in his semen-bloated balls simmer and seethe like a cauldron of molten iron. He pounded his pelvis forward with renewed energy, oblivious to everything but the explosive force of his passion. His fingers clawed at Debbie's arching, humping ass-cheeks, and his nails dug deep into the trembling yielding flesh. Suddenly he wailed as the boiling cum seared the length of his still-pistoning penis. "Oh, Christ!" he moaned. "Oh, Jesus Christ! I'm cumming...aughhhhh...I'm cumming...cumming...cumming.'"
Debbie's pussy worked wildly as Ted spewed his liquid passion deep up inside her greedily clasping cunt. She wriggled wantonly against Ted as she reached the exquisite peak of her own climax. "Oh, Ted...Ted! My God, Ted! I'm cumming too...I'm cumming too!" she wailed. An earth-moving convulsion shook her battered body then and she quaked uncontrollably for a long moment, still wailing. At last Debbie slumped forward, satiated now and feeling Ted's penis deflate rapidly before he withdrew it with a soft sucking sound.
The exhausted redhead lay limply on the bed, her mind a complete and utter blank. Only later, and with a little cry of horror, did she remember that young Larry Palmer had been crouching in the corner and must have watched this whole obscene episode with sheer disgust.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karen George waited anxiously in the cabin after Ted had left. There was certain to be trouble, she thought frantically. She wasn't sure, of course, that Debbie and Larry were together and she honestly didn't know where they might be if it should be true. But her guess was that the counselor was spending the evening with the kid from Shady Oaks and the only logical place for them to be was up at the log cabin that she herself had gone to with Ted.
Karen hesitated between staying in the camp cabin and minding her own business and going along to the woods to find out if her hunch was right. If she did come across the trio up there, there was no telling what was going on. Given Ted's agitated state of mind, there might even be a murder committed. The brunette shuddered with an obscene relish at the terrifying thought. It would be safer for her here at the cabin, she knew, in case any act of violence occurred. But curiosity got the better of the brunette at last and she hastily dressed and set out for the woods.
The moon slipped behind the clouds from time to time as Karen hurried down the path, along the beach and then up into the woods. She'd forgotten her flashlight and cursed herself for it. Still, she wasn't willing to turn back. This was the most exciting thing that had happened since she'd arrived here at Bald Mountain Camp and she certainly had no intention of missing it.
Nevertheless Karen had almost convinced herself that she was on the wrong track that this was a wild goose chase and that she would never find her fellow counselors up here. Suddenly, though, she caught sight of a glimmer of light in the distance. She had been right, after all! At least there was someone in the isolated hut!
Pressing on, Karen reached the cabin at last and crept close to peer through a window. At first she saw nothing but young Larry Palmer quivering morosely in a comer, his slim youthful body trembling either with cold or with fear. Karen's eyes searched the room anxiously then, looking for some sign of Debbie and Ted.
It was hard to get a clear view through the clouded pane of glass. She might be able to see from the door, though, Karen thought and she crept toward it stealthily. Pushing it open she glanced around quickly. Suddenly her breath caught in her throat and a shock of obscene excitement chilled her blood. My God! That was Debbie all right, and Ted, too! And the attractive counselor was kneeling nakedly on the bed, the two rounded cheeks of her white buttocks pressed up against Ted Burton's pumping loins.
Oh, God! Ted's massive cock was spearing obscenely into the hot burning hole of Debbie's cunt like some sort of pistoning machine running wild. Oh, Christ! He was fucking her from behind! Fucking her from behind, like an animal! In spite of her horror, Karen's lips twitched in a gleeful little smile. Damn it all, she wouldn't have missed this sight for the world!
She stepped into the dimly lit room and closed the door behind her. Her dark eyes fastened unflinchingly on the lust-crazed couple while her breath came in short excited gasps. Christ! Who would have thought it! Debbie Blackman of all people!
Karen continued to stare as if mesmerized by the salacious act taking place a few short yards from where she stood. Suddenly she was caught up in the depraved excitement that filled the room like a cloud of heat. A ripple of sensuous desire flickered through her tensely quivering body to kindle a tingling flame in her belly.
The brunette's glistening lips parted with her own lewd feelings as she watched Ted and Debbie thrash about on the bed, their two bodies moving in an obscene mutual rhythm. Striving toward their tempestuous climaxes, the couple writhed and moaned, fanning the fires that now raged in Karen's burning loins. She felt her own pussy moisten, and a sharp erotic need ripped through her lush body. Almost at once she began to gyrate her hips back and forth in lewd response.
The soft sultry lips of her quivering cunt flamed hotly and her rosy-nippled breasts began to swell and throb as Karen stared in completely absorbed fascination at the fucking couple. The intolerable heat that made a blazing furnace of her belly leaped high and she gave her own impassioned wail as the lewdly working couple at last screamed out their own violent fulfillment.
Karen was too dazed to move at first and merely continued to stare at the now exhausted pair clasped in a lascivious and limp embrace on the bed. When she finally gathered her strength she crossed the room to one of the big worn leather chairs and sank into it. She cast a quick glance behind her at young Larry and caught his eyes. A lewd grin spread across her face and she beckoned him closer.
The youngster rose in trepidation and approached the older woman, then sank into the chair opposite her at her gesture of command. Karen grinned again at Larry. Turning to face the others now she sucked in her breath in a loud sigh that broke the unnatural silence of the cabin.
Ted looked up quickly from the bed at the sound and his eyes roved around the room. When he caught sight of the brunette staring at him he abruptly gave a lewd chuckle. "Well, I'll be goddamned!" he exclaimed in surprise. "So you've been watching too!"
Karen nodded. "Yeah," she admitted. "And I must say it was quite a show!"
Ted tossed his blond head. "You ain't seen nothin' yet," he boasted. "Watch the next act!"
Before Karen could comment, Ted had picked up Debbie by the shoulders and was shaking her awake. "Come on," he said. "Your friend's here!"
Debbie's green eyes opened in horror as Ted's words sank into her groggy brain. She turned to catch sight of Karen and tears of shame welled up in her eyes then overflowed to cascade down her trembling cheeks. How in God's name had her roommate known she would be here in the cabin? She glanced briefly at Larry, too, and her heart sank at the thought of this new exhibition of depravity that he had just witnessed.
But her guilty thoughts were cut short by Ted's next words. "Come on, Debbie," he sniggered. "We're going to do it again...only differently this time!"
The frenzied redhead stared in shocked silence at the evil counselor. Now what? she wondered crazily. Now what did he plan to do to her? Surely she couldn't fall farther than she had already! Surely there was nothing more obscene that could happen!
But any hopes of mercy she might have had from this lust-driven man were dashed at once. He grasped her by the shoulder and held her at arm's length as he asked lasciviously, "Ever been fucked in the ass, Debbie?"
Ted's cold blue eyes bored painfully into her cringing flesh and his grip tightened on her shoulder. "Well?" he prodded for an answer. "Yes or no?"
"Oh, God! No!" Debbie groaned pathetically. "No!"
Ted cast a superior glance toward Karen. "There's a first time for everything, isn't there?" he sneered.
"Oh, Ted! Please...please! For God's sake!" Debbie caught sight of young Larry again and her despair and shame almost overwhelmed her. The panic-stricken woman made a final appeal to whatever shred of decency Ted Burton might still have. "Not in front of the boy," she begged in a breaking voice. Dear God! Had the man no pity at all?
"Why not in front of the boy?" Ted demanded with merciless cruelty. "Teach him something, just like it will teach you a lesson."
"No!" Debbie's shrill scream was absolutely blood-curdling.
"Oh, Christ!" Ted snapped at her. "Shut up, will you? And get down on that bed again."
Debbie froze with an icy fear that congealed her blood and paralyzed her limbs. Even her screams were stuck in her throat as she gazed helplessly at the merciless man before her. Her world spun around and she felt as if her life were passing before her eyes in a series of frighteningly vivid scenes, almost as if she were drowning. She came out of her shock-induced trance at last as she heard Ted bark out another order. "Get over there!"
Too despondent to resist any longer, Debbie unwillingly did as she was told. As she sank onto the bed once more she saw that Ted's steel-like fingers had grasped his massive cock again and that he was once more stroking it into a throbbing hardness.
The terrified redheaded counselor shook visibly now as she turned over at Ted's command and buried her face against the cushion. She would do that Ted ordered, she thought, simply because there was no escape from his vicious demands. But she would try to blot out all thought at the same time, making a robot of herself.
Ted's harsh demand, "Kneel up!" startled her back into awareness. She struggled desperately to tight back the waves of revulsion that engulfed her as she pulled herself to her knees. Poised obscenely now before him, her trembling white ass-cheeks undulated in the cool air.
Debbie swallowed hard to choke back her sobs of mortification as Ted dropped to the bed behind her once again. His hands encircled her slender waist to pull her back toward him. A moment later he grasped his swollen cock in his huge hand and pressed it forward into the narrow sweat-moistened crevice between her buttocks. Slowly he inched the bloated mushroom-shaped head up the length of the cringing furrow until his cock-head teased at the tightly clenched little hole of Debbie's anus. He probed obscenely at the brown hairless ring of flesh while the agonized redhead bit her lip in chagrin. He meant what he said, she thought bitterly. He meant every word of it. The swimmer's depraved question echoed again through the kneeling woman's mind. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
But suddenly Ted drew back and Debbie breathed a sigh of heartfelt relief. He didn't mean it, she thought happily. He didn't mean it after all!
Debbie slumped forward, almost overcome with joy. This was only a nightmare and she would wake up soon. Her heart soared and she braced herself to endure the next few minutes.
A moment later her heart sank again as Ted slid his hands once more around her hips and yanked her brutally back to her knees. "I told you to kneel, you bitch," he snarled at her.
Debbie cringed, afraid of another stinging blow across her nakedly exposed buttocks. She waited with bated breath for the next outrage that would be visited upon her.
It was only a moment before Ted's huge hands encircled her smoothly rounded buttocks again, before his finger traced the thin line of the valley between them. The tip of one finger lingered momentarily at the edge of the puckered little hole concealed there. Suddenly, without further warning, Ted popped his extended middle finger through the small sphincter ring.
Debbie groaned with the shock and the sudden pain. "Oh, my God, no!" she wailed. "You're hurting me! You're hurting me!"
For answer Ted plunged a second finger in beside the first, searing her constricted little anal passage with an excruciating pain. Another wail of torment was wrung from the lovely redhead's trembling lips as the naked man behind her began to twist and turn his two fingers deep up inside the rubbery channel.
Debbie thrashed about on the fingers that skewered cruelly into her seared flesh. She felt like she was being torn apart as she resisted this lewd impalement. Tears rose in her eyes again and flowed unchecked down her cheeks and she sobbed aloud in the terrible agony that Ted gloatingly inflicted on her ravished body. When she could no longer bear the fearful torture she screamed aloud. "Oh, God! No! No!"
"What's the matter?" Ted asked sadistically.
Debbie sobbed hysterically while the handsome blond rotated his thick fingers excruciatingly deep up in her tightly constricted anal passage. "What's the matter?" he asked again.
The helplessly kneeling counselor clenched her teeth in a desperate effort to steel herself into resisting any further compliance with his monstrous demands. Through her sobs she forced herself to answer, "Nothing...nothing at all."
"Good. I'm glad to hear it," Ted crowed gleefully. He began to knead at the soft flesh of her hips with his other hand, while his two fingers continued to tunnel deeper and deeper up into her still resisting anal passage.
"Jesus!" he burst out at last. "You sure are hot there, kid. Hot and tight!"
Ted turned to Karen, sitting mesmerized nearby. "She's hot and tight," he repeated, echoing his own words. "Guess I'd better stretch her good, hadn't I? Or else she won't be able to take my cock."
Debbie heard the comment with a chill of mounting horror. Oh, God, no! she thought, remembering the amazing length and the thick diameter of the massive member that had plowed deep up into her cuntal passage earlier to ram against her soft velvety vaginal flesh until she had screamed with the pain. Oh, God! No! She could never take Ted's cock up into her anus, no matter how much he expanded it with his fingers now.
"Oh, no!" the tortured woman screamed out in a sudden violent reaction to the pain and horror to which she was subjected. She began to thrash about insanely, thrusting her hips forward in a wild effort to escape the flames of anguish that turned her back passage into a sheet of fire.
Ted quickly caught her, clamping his left hand firmly over the taut skin of the anguished counselor's writhing belly. He pulled her back with a quick brutal gesture, pinning her wiggling ass-cheeks hard against his pelvis. "Going somewhere?" he taunted.
His hand slipped slowly over the flat plane of ivory-white skin until it reached the triangle of sparse softly curling auburn hair at the base of her belly. Ted's fingers moved into the juncture of her widespread thighs, then sought out the tiny hole of her hair-framed cunt. The tips grazed the moistened little mouth momentarily, touching briefly on the tiny bud of Debbie's half-aroused clitoris to send a dart of pleasure shooting through her outherwise tormented form.
The terrible anguish began to recede and Debbie's drawn body to relax. Suddenly Ted dipped the outstretched middle finger of his left hand deep up into the narrow chasm of her cunt, plunging it in to the second knuckle.
It pressed against the thin membrane that separated Debbie's pussy from the two fingers plowing deep up into her rectal passage. She gasped, feeling a surge of lustful heat begin to take possession of her.
Karen watched the double ravishment of her roommate's plundered loins from her vantage point across the room. She'd never seen anything so exciting, she thought, and a wild flush of sensual desire spread over her satiny skin. Oh, God! She wanted it, too! She wanted to be fucked the way Debbie was, in her cunt and in her tight little rectal passage. Later, she knew, when Ted got through with Debbie, she would have her chance. But she couldn't wait that long! Her pussy tingled unbearably already and her belly blazed. Oh, Christ! She just couldn't wait!
Karen turned quickly to Larry Palmer, sitting near her and watching in stunned attention every lewd movement ahead of him. Damn it all! the brunette thought. He's just a kid! Still . . .
The heat between her legs fanned out, setting off sparks that kindled a roaring conflagration in her blood. She couldn't wait any longer, Karen thought, looking longingly again at Larry Palmer. And hell! It wasn't as if she would have been the one to corrupt the child. Debbie Blackman had already seen to that!
Karen slid her chair across the floor until it bumped Larry's. He started and turned to her with a surprised expression on his handsome young face. "Larry," Karen said, bending her head to whisper in his ear, "wouldn't you like to do something too?"
Karen glanced down to see that the boy's slender young penis was already erect and quivering with the arousal induced by the perverted scene he watched so raptly. Without waiting for an answer, the excited brunette let her hands slide along his smooth skin and over the taut flat plane of his belly. Her fingers curled around the slim hard shaft, caressing it gently. A shudder of pleasure shook Larry's shoulders and he swallowed hard. "Gee, Miss George," he moaned. "That...that feels almost as good as what Miss Blackman did to me."
"Does it, dear?" Karen asked. As the boy nodded blushingly she went on, "I'm glad. So glad."
Larry gulped and blushed again. "So am I," he said.
Karen's other hand gently grasped one of Larry's and guided it toward her own burning cunt. "Why don't you make me happy, too?" she asked disarmingly.
"Gee, I'd like to," Larry assured her.
"Well, you can, dear boy. Just put your hand here...that's right...like that...." Karen pressed Ms fingers against the soft mound of her pussy, grinding her hips forward at the same time. "Like that, too," she urged him further, spreading her legs wide and exposing the entire length of her fleshy cuntal lips to the boy. She tightened her grip on the boy's hand, leading Mm on.
With a little gasp of excitement. Larry understood! Miss George wanted him to slip Ms finger up into her cunt! Oh, Jesus! That was what she wanted!
The boy was almost out of Ms mind with excitement now. The writhing couple on the bed was enough in itself to drive him crazy. Besides that, Miss George was asking him to do things that were absolutely mind-blowing.
With only a moment's hesitation, Larry inserted the tip of his extended middle finger into Karen's wetly heated vagina. He was rewarded almost at once by her excited moan. "Oh, God, that feels good! Good, Larry...so good!"
The brunette's gasped words of pleasure spurred the youth on to further effort. His
I finger inched deeper up into her moistly clasping channel and he began to rotate it there lewdly in the heated depths.
Karen responded by screwing her vagina down onto the boy's thrusting fingers, swiveling her hips back against the chair simultaneously. Larry continued to finger-fuck the moaning agitated woman who lewdly massaged his raging penis at the same time. But the couple on the bed again attracted their attention.
Debbie still knelt before Ted in an attitude of complete subjugation, her rectum and her cunt still impaled on his plunging fingers. From time to time little moans of despair rent the air as she tried unsuccessfully to suppress her anguish.
But suddenly the torment ceased and Ted withdrew his fucking fingers from Debbie's forever stretched anal passage. A tremor swept through her at the sudden release from the insupportable agony she had borne and she slumped down onto the bed. Only a moment later Ted pulled her to her knees again.
"Ready?" he asked coldly.
"Oh, no!" Debbie pleaded in sudden alarm. "No, Ted. Please...don't...don't do anything more to me...."
"Anything more?" The big man pretended to whistle in astonishment. "Why, honey, I haven't done anything yet!" He ran his hands lightly over her supple skin, then cupped her ass-cheeks again. Slowly he drew them wide apart, letting the cool air of the room soothe the burning hold of her tiny anus.
Again Ted took his throbbing shaft in one huge hand and inched it forward into the narrow crevice toward Debbie's tightly clenched sphincter ring. Her hips gyrated futilely as she tried one final time to escape. But Ted was far too strong, far too determined for the defeated woman. With a gleeful cry he slowly pressed the smooth spongy head of his cock against the fearfully puckered opening, grinding his pulsing hardness against the tightly wrinkled hole.
Debbie answered with a cry of her own, but one of searing pain, as Ted arched back and then lunged forward seeking entry into her tortured anal passage. A moment later a terrible flame of torment shot through her rectum as the lust-swollen head of his bloated cock popped at last inside her tight anal opening.
Debbie thrashed about and whimpered helplessly as she tried to escape this new and even more perverted impalement. But Ted's hands closed around her thighs and mercilessly pulled her straining buttocks back against him.
The blond swimming coach's face was steaming with sweat as he rammed his thick rigid penis deep up into the counselor's seared anal opening. His massive, throbbing cock disappeared almost completely into her hot buttery depths and his sperm-laden balls smacked up against her hair-lined vaginal furrow. Ted drew back, panting with the effort as he buried his hardness again and again inside the resilient rear passage, threatening to split it open with every thrust.
In spite of the excruciating pain that threatened to tear her apart, Debbie felt the first faint glimmerings of pleasure begin to glow in her fiercely ravaged body. She moaned insanely as the agony receded and her strange joy increased. The weird combination of pain and ecstasy grew until everything was blotted from the young woman's dazed mind but her terrible need for fulfillment.
Debbie moaned again, screwing her white ass-cheeks licentiously back against Ted's pounding loins and circling obscenely against his wetly glistening cock. She felt no more pain, but only the joy of accepting his thick shaft deep up in her forever stretched anal channel. Suddenly in wide-eyed wonderment, she realized that she was approaching her climax, that Ted was actually going to make her cum in this most obscene and perverted way. She wanted to, she realized with a start of horror! She wanted to respond, to feel his white hot sperm spilling forth deep up inside the hot buttery depths of her rectum.
Her whole body was on the verge of explosion as Debbie began to wail out her needs and satisfactions. "Oh, Jesus! Oh, God! Ted...Ted...I'm cumming...I'm cumming...I can't believe it, Ted...I'm cummmming . . . ! "
Ted thrust his blunt rubbery cock-head deep up into Debbie's rectum one final time. His own loins were ready to burst from the heated tension of his efforts and from the boiling up of the sperm in his aching testicles. He had to cum too, and now. "Oh, baby," he moaned deliriously. "Fuck back, honey, fuck back...because I'm going to shoot my cum all the way up your lovely little asshole!"
Debbie screwed her soft resilient buttocks back against Ted's pounding loins, feeling her own wild orgasm shake her violently as it exploded in her feverish belly. Behind her Ted fucked deep into her rectum again and then his own boiling semen splashed into the quivering depths to overflow at last and run down the wide-spUt crevice of her buttocks. She shook in a cataclysmic spasm while Ted's still pulsing hardness grew soft within her and his rapidly deflating penis slipped at last from her stretched and abused rectal passage.
As Debbie at last slumped forward onto the bed she turned her head to the side. Karen and Larry were still there, the boy's naked body pressed against the counselor's lightly clad figure. His outstretched middle finger was thrust lewdly deep up inside the brunette's moistly glistening pussy, still plunging in and out. Karen writhed and bucked against it while her own hand continued to massage the hard slender shaft of the boy's erect young penis.
The youth shuddered tremulously and his hips arched forward. He groaned and lowered his hand to cover the jerking spasms as his own semen erupted to spill forth into Karen's milking fingers.
Larry leaned back against the chair and his eyes fluttered closed. He hardly noticed that the raven-haired older woman had risen and moved to the door to wait for Mr. Burton who was pulling on his clothes. And he didn't care in the least that the two of them left together.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Larry Palmer stared for a long time at Debbie, who still lay stretched out nakedly on the bed before him. Poor Miss Blackman, he thought. She was probably cold. He shivered a little himself, in spite of the fire that still burned in the fireplace. He really ought to cover the counselor with a blanket!
The youth got up from the chair and found his own clothes, covering himself modestly with his wrinkled tee-shirt. There was a blanket at the foot of the bed and he picked it up and dropped it lightly over Debbie's supple-skinned body. Turning his back to her, he pulled his own clothes on.
Larry stared at the exhausted and humiliated woman, wishing desperately that he could think of something to say to her. Mr. Burton hadn't any right to treat the counselor like that, he thought angrily. Not someone as nice as Miss Blackman.
The boy cleared his throat as he hovered near the bed. "Miss Blackman," he said at last. "Miss
Blackman?" He still didn't know what it was he wanted to say to the camp counselor, except to tell her he was sorry about everything that had happened. He was certain that he was to blame for it himself. If he hadn't insisted on seeing the lovely woman...well, they wouldn't have been caught together, for one thing. And if they hadn't been caught, Mr. Burton wouldn't have taken such a hideous revenge on Miss Blackman.
She was so pretty, too. He wished for a moment he'd never even come here to Shady Oaks Camp. But Larry was glad that he'd met Miss Blackman, in spite of everything. He would never forget her, either. Someday, when he was older, he might see her again. Darn it all! He would see her again. But there wasn't much comfort in that thought right now.
Larry dropped to his knees by the bed and took Debbie's limp hand between his own two moist palms. "Is...is there anything I can do for you, Miss Blackman?" he asked quietly.
Debbie's eyelids fluttered open and she smiled gently at the boy as she recognized him. The expression of genuine concern for her on his eager young face touched her deeply. "Oh, Larry," she murmured, stroking his hand.
The gorgeous redhead shivered in apprehension, still stung to the quick by the terrible humiliation meted out to her. She was almost too ashamed to meet the boy's eye, wondering what he must think of her.
But Larry's expression was one of compassion, and Debbie's shame waned, only to be replaced by a terrible feeling of guilt. It was her fault, she thought bitterly, that the child had been exposed to such corruption. It was she, after all, who had deprived him of his innocence. The counselor hoped that Larry would forgive her someday. But at the moment she was almost certain that she would never forgive herself.
Just then Debbie noticed the blanket covering her ravished and battered body and she was almost pathetically grateful to Larry for his kindness. The thought of the sheer animalistic brutality of Ted Burton, of the perverted assault on her helpless loins by her roommate, Karen, a few nights earlier, flashed through her tired brain. What a difference there was between this youth and the two older people, she thought, comparing the three. Larry represented innocence, the guilelessness of the unsophisticated, while the other two represented all that was evil.
Ted Burton, Debbie understood at last, was a vain and selfish man, one who would use anyone for his own perverted pleasures. She quaked beneath the blanket and a tremor of shock and revulsion rippled over her naked body. Hadn't she had the premonition of danger about the handsome blond almost from the first time she met him? Call it a woman's intuition, she told herself! And as usual, her woman's intuition was right.
But it was too late to cry over spilt milk! The terrible scenes of debauchery had actually taken place. She had been fucked and fucked good, as Ted had expressed it. Fucked in every conceivable position fucked in the ass as she knelt before him she had even let Karen lick her loins into flames until she had exploded like an overheated light bulb. Well, she could never face Karen George or Ted Burton again. There was nothing for her to do now but to leave Bald Mountain Camp as soon as she could pack her things and get out.
She glanced at Larry Palmer and a tiny flicker of desire was rekindled in her belly. She could never see Larry again either, she thought sadly.
Abruptly the boy standing beside the bed dropped to the floor beside it and knelt there. "I'm sorry, Miss Blackman," he said contritely. "I guess I've caused you a lot of trouble."
Before Debbie could answer the sweet child, he had planted a soft kiss on her glistening lips, then risen to his feet and scurried off. The lovely woman heard the door slam behind him and knew that he was gone.
She lay back against the lumpy mattress, thinking hard now. Once again her mind whirled and a series of pictures passed through it in kaleidoscopic succession. Late at night, as Debbie still tried to clear her whirling mind and work things out, one image became clear. In it, she and young Larry Palmer were together again, embracing nakedly, their bodies rocking back and forth in their mounting passion.
Why not? the beautiful redhead thought, sitting bolt upright. The youngster's apology came back to her, ringing in her ears. He was sorry! Oh, dear God! She had felt the same way about him, had suffered the same regrets that racked his soul. With a woman's intuition she knew what was the right course to follow, the only way open to the two of them. At last, with a sigh of sheer relief, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Debbie awoke early and waited in the old cabin until she was sure that Karen had left the other cabin the two counselors shared. A moment later she slipped from the narrow bed and pulled on her crumpled clothes.
As she picked her way through the woods back toward her own cabin, Debbie's heart beat fast. She began to run and was breathless when she reached the place and went inside. Scarcely stopping, she dug her suitcase from its storage place under the bed. She began to pack then, scooping up her neatly folded panties and brassieres from one drawer, her sweaters from another and dropping them into the open bag. Debbie flung the door of the small closet open next, and swept tha array of tennis dresses from the hanger there, adding them to the pile of her clothes that half-filled the valise.
The excited redhead glanced around quickly, then tossed her toilet articles into the suitcase. After she had changed into fresh clothes, she snapped the suitcase shut.
"So long. Bald Mountain Camp," Debbie called out joyfully. There was a train from a nearby station in a few minutes, she remembered gratefully, and a check with her watch assured her that she would just be able to make it.
Debbie picked up her bag and hurried away from the camp, not even bothering to look back. The train was just pulling into the station as she arrived and she scrambled aboard. Panting, she stowed her luggage on the rack above her head, then settled into a seat.
As the train gathered speed, the clicking wheels sang out the name of the boys' school young Larry had told her he would be attending that fall. "Willow Brook...Willow Brook...Willow Brook...."
Surely Willow Brook Preparatory School would have an opening for a tennis instructor, she thought happily. By the time the train steamed into the city station, Debbie had already composed in her mind the letter she would write later.
'To the Director:
I wish to apply for a position as tennis instructor at Willow Brook Preparatory School. I have had over five years experience in this capacity, most of it in schools or camps for adolescent girls.
However, I should much prefer to work at Willow Brook as I feet I have a special sympathy for young boys. I get along well with them and they get along well with me...."
That was the truth, Debbie Blackman thought happily.
That was the gospel truth, as young Larry Palmer could have told his Headmaster, had she only dared to mention his name.
