Most of us have had those flighty moments when we became particularly envious of another individual for one reason or another. We've all been envious of the multi-millionaire and the vast financial empire he has built. Men have long envied the ability and star status of professional athletes. We look upon the wealth, success, and glamour of actors and actresses with a certain tinge of jealousy.
But our envies and jealousies can become more basic, more personal, as it does with Camille Dusseaux, an energetic, attractive young Cajun girl in the Louisiana bayou country. Living in the shadow of an equally attractive sister-in-law, a woman whose reputation commands jealousy from most women in the community, Camille finds herself almost overwhelmed with a pressing envy. So pressing, she forces herself upon a sometimes degrading, if not painful course in a search for resolution.
WARMING UP FOR BROTHER -- an entertain big work of fiction dealing with some very real and task values, a novel outlining the paths some people will take to overcome the flaws of society.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Nichole's thrusting young tits bounced invitingly as she slipped out toward the bayou and climbed aboard the fishing boat. She glanced back at the lights at her home to make sure that her father had not stepped outside to check his boat's readiness for the morning trip out into the Gulf.
"My folks would kill us bath if they knew I was with you," she said.
"So why are you risking meeting me like this?" John asked, admiring her lithe form. John liked these Cajun girls because of their saucy tits, because of their fun, pert asses. His eyes glowed as he looked down at the dark-haired girl who was risking her parent's wrath to meet him out here along the bayou.
"Oh, I don't know," Nichole pondered. "Maybe I just wanted to do something wicked." She took his arm as he climbed onto the boat after her and pressed one of her luscious tits against him. She was doing it again -- teasing him with her tits, rubbing them against him. Maybe she didn't really know what they were for yet, but he'd sure the hell teach her. He was going to get his aching hands on those delicious globes. John was panting with the thought as he led her into the cabin end sat beside her on one of the bunks.
Nichole felt his eyes looking over her tits. She felt the warmth of his gaze along her thighs. The young woman shivered, a delicious tingle rippling over her skin. John Spencer was different from the Cajun boys. His father was a Navy officer, stationed up at Belle Meade. John had been all over the country, all over the world. The blond boy knew plenty of girls, yet had been chasing Nichole ever since his parents bought the old Beaux estate along the levee.
John drew a deep breath. He was going to fuck this little piece of Cajun tail tonight. He was about to discover just how good Cajun pussy was. The other Navy kids had talked about it constantly, had assumed that because John lived dawn the bayou in the midst of the old Creole families, he had been getting his share regularly. He hadn't, but that was about to be remedied tonight. He was going to drive his cock into that teasing ass and fuck her until she was begging him to stop and continue at the same time.
He put his arm around her and drew her to him roughly. Nichole struggled at the crudeness of his approach -- she anticipated John would try to kiss her. She had already agreed to let him kiss her after a few moments of resistance. If he kissed her with any skill, she was going to let him play with her tits a little.
Nichole gasped as John pulled her closer to him and began kissing her wildly. He groped for her tits, sending mixed delight and tenor through her young body. Nichole struggled to get free of his embrace. She wriggled loose of his arm and scampered across the bunk, turning to face him angrily.
"What do you think you're doing!" she gasped. "Just because I slipped out here to meet you, doesn't mean that you can treat me like that!"
John moved closer to her, his eyes filled with lust. He looked at the girl as she crouched against the end of the bunk, her tits heaving wildly, her legs folded beneath her, showing luscious thighs where her tight shorts ended. John reached over and caught her arm. He yanked her violently, circling his arms around her again. He pushed her down on the bunk and held her there, panting as he brought his lips to hers.
"I haven't even started on you yet," he panted. "You haven't felt anything yet, baby!"
"You'll be in more trouble that you ever dreamed!" she hissed. "My dad would be out here in two minutes if he heard a sound from me."
"So call him!" John dared her. "Go ahead and scream. You just said he'd kill you if he knew you were out here with me. This was your idea, remember?"
Nichole shuddered as he stared down into her eyes. He was right. She had suggested they meet like this. She had suggested it because she knew her dad would not allow her to date John. Her parents were convinced that the Navy kids only had one reason for dating Cajun girls. She stared up at him, her eyes wide in apprehension.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to kiss you," he smiled. "I'm going to start by kissing you. Then I'm going to get that blouse off and see just how good those tits feel. When I've finished with them, I'm going to pull those panties off and fuck that pussy of yours."
She tried to roll out from beneath him, but John held her firmly, pressing his lips to her mouth. His tongue easel between her lips and forced them apart. John ran his tongue into her mouth, slapping it against her tongue in delight. She twisted under the kiss, trying to escape the clawing hands which pulled at her blouse and grabbed her tits roughly. John straddled her struggling body as he kissed her and caressed her tits. She tried to bring her knee upward to force him oft but was stunned by the resounding force of a quick slap across her face.
She looked up at him. He had his hand drawn back to slap her again and she saw the glow of lust on his face. She saw, in horror, the swollen bulge in his pants. He held his hand poised to strike her again. Nichole tried another approach.
"Please," she begged him. "Please don't!"
"Save your begging," he panted in a husky voice. "I made a promise to myself. I promised myself that if you flashed those tits before me one more time, I was going to get my hands on them. I told myself that if you kept swinging that ass of yours around me, I would get my cock into it and fuck it off."
"I didn't know," she stammered. "I didn't realize..." That wasn't true and Nichole knew it. She knew her ass and tits excited the boys. Cammy had told her what they said about her. Her mother had warned her. Even her father, in his brisk way, had cautioned her. It had been fun, though, to tern and taunt. It had been fun, until tonight.
"Stop sniveling! You're going to get fucked. It isn't going to hurt you unless you fight it. You relax, and you can have as much fun as I do. Here, get your hands on my cock and work it up while I see just how nice those tits are."
John sat up and unzipped his pants. Nichole stared in horror and anticipation as he drew the long, curved cock into view. She gasped as he took her hand and placed it on the hot shaft, closing her fingers around the throbbing rod. He kept his hand on hem another moment, pumping the cock. She watched the knob turn redder in excitement as she pulled the skin along the shaft. It looked angry, but it was also strangely appealing.
"Now," he smiled when he saw her staring longingly at his cock, "to find out about those tits."
He slipped her blouse off and began to play freely with her tits. He ran his fingers along the top of her bra and slipped them between the tight nylon and her satin skin. She watched the glow of desire spread across his face as he tried to finger her nipples.
"Damn, but they fill up that bra," he breathed. "Have to get it out of the way if I expect to have any fun!" He lifted her shoulders from the bunk and reached behind her. He unfastened the snap and pulled her bra away. His hands trembled as he reached for her delicious tits which were now exposed to his view, shimmering in the moonlight which filtered into the cabin.
"That," he gasped, "is a gorgeous pair of tits!" They seemed so white in the moonlight, the nipples and areolas darker brown against the soft, inviting skin. John began massaging the luscious globes, fingering the soft flesh. He cupped Nichole's tits, his thumbs pressed into the nipples. Finally, he leaned over and took a nipple between his lips. Nichole shivered at the first thrill of his kiss, her nipple tingling as it hardened in excitement. John massaged one tit while he sucked on the other.
"Mmmmmm," he murmured as he toyed with her heaving breasts. "Mmmmm, they're beautiful!"
Nichole kept her hand on his cock, feeling it grow stronger and more active. It leaped and lunged beneath her fingers, the film of skin gliding back and forth along the shaft with amazing ease. She began to pump more aggressively, feeling less fear of him now. The rising glow in her tits, the rising excitement in her hands, the sudden pulses passing through her pussy, forced her terror back. Instead of fright, she now felt a driving curiosity. How was it going to feel to have that cock slide up her pussy? How much would it hurt? Would the delicious feeling outweigh the pain?
"Not so bad, is it?" he asked her. "Not bad at all."
John slipped off and snuggled beside her, no longer worried about her fighting free of his embraces. Nichole kept hold of his cock as though the long, curving shaft had a spell on her. The thrill of its warmth, the feeling of its surging power, had possessed her. She pumped sensuously, tauntingly, as John buried his face in her tits. He kissed her chest between the swollen breasts and pushed them against his cheeks with both hands.
"Uhhmmmm!" he sighed as he began to lightly kiss her moist and parted lips. "Wow! What a body! What a gorgeous hunk of tail!"
He kissed her with greater intensity. His tongue darted through her lips and probed her mouth. Nichole responded to his kiss, letting her tongue meet his in passionate, teasing play. She thrust her tits against his chest and pumped her hand more rapidly, more lustfully along the shaft of the throbbing cock. Slowly she drew her knees upward, letting her thigh lay against his.
"Now, let's see what that cunt feels like," he whispered. Nichole felt another wave of fear grip her as he reached for her shorts and unzipped them. She had been almost this far with several boys. She had gone so far as to let them play with her tits. She had even let Charles Devereaux get his hands inside her bra. She had never had her pussy petted, though. She shivered in apprehension as John slowly pulled the shorts down her hips and thighs. She was wearing flimsy panties -- she wasn't quite sure why she had slipped these panties on before she came out to meet John -- she usually only wore them to church on Sunday. They were almost like wearing nothing.
It was as though there was nothing between his fingers and her pussy. She jerked when she felt his finger on her cuntlips. She shuddered as he pressed the thin nylon into her cunt and worked his finger firmly over her clit. She tingled as he kept pressing her passion button. She tingled and began to writhe about the bunk in delicious passion.
"Ooooo," she gasped. "Ooooooo, that does feel good." She felt a return of the apprehension, though, as he grasped the waistband and began drawing the filmy fabric down her thighs. He stripped them down her legs and tossed them aside, then began fingering her pussy again.
Her eyes still pleaded with him, begging him to stop right here and not to go any further. Her pussy was sending another message, though, as his finger pressed her clit... then slid deeply into her cunt, his buckles continuing to work her clit into frenzied excitement. She tightened her thighs against his hand and wiggled slowly back and forth on the bunk. John leaned back to her tits and began sucking once more, this time much more vigorously. He drew the nipples between his lips and worked them into hard, pulsing buttons of desire. He seemed to be trying to suck her entire cunt into his mouth as he slavered the milky-white flesh. His finger was causing her cunt to glow and secrete juices in the tingling passage.
"Like being finger-fucked, don't you?" he smiled as he lifted his mouth from her now glistening tits. "Won't be long before you feel my cock in there. That won't be as gentle as my finger. Hell, you can feel how excited it is already!"
She could feel it. She could feel the rapid throbbing which shook the cock in her hand. She could feel the lust which had enflamed the gleaming prick. She could feel the lust which was flooding her pussy in anticipation of the long shaft going inside her.
"You feel all lathered up?" John smiled. "You feel like that pussy is ready to get down to some serious fucking?"
"No!" Nichole panted. She sobbed a moment as she tried to resist, but he climbed on top of her and parted her thighs. He brought the steaming head of his cock against the lips of her cunt and began forcing it between them.
"No!" she gasped. "Please don't! Oh, please! Not yet! Not tonight! Please, John, let me get used to the idea first. I had no idea you'd want to tonight."
"Just relax, baby," he assured her. "Just relax and enjoy it. You know you're going to get fucked. Just getting my finger up your pussy isn't fucking. Now settle down and take this cock up your cunt. No way I'm going to back off now, not until I've tasted that pussy."
Nichole trembled as he pushed his cock into her. She was tight. Her virgin pussy resisted entrance. His cock slid up to her cherry and stopped. John struggled to break through gently, then accepted that he'd have to take her roughly.
He took a deep breath, then thrust his cock into her with full force. She shuddered as he rammed her maidenhead, gasping as his cock struggled briefly. She cried as he broke through and plunged past the softly bleeding evidence of lost virginity.
"There!" he panted in excitement. "We got it in! Take it easy a minute, then we can get with this fuck."
Nichole was crying softly. She cried from the pain. She cried from the knowledge of what he had done. She cried from fear. She cried from the strange delight which stirred in her loins. She was a woman now. She was different from other girls. She had a cock between her legs. She had a cock in her pussy. That made her different -- that made everything different.
He held her ass tightly and began to pump the cock into the aching passage. He fucked her until she slowly began to enjoy having his cock in her cunt. He drew his long shaft back, rubbing the knob against her cunt, then plunged deep into her once more. Nichole was trapped by the strange, exciting sensation. She wanted to run from the boat. She wanted to run home and hide in her bed. She also was glowing at the experience.
"Fuck me, John," she asked quietly. "Fuck me. Shoot your cum into me."
This was what he wanted to hear. This was the girl he had expected to fuck tonight, not the frightened virgin he had been with until now. He held her ass tighter and pumped his ecstatic cock rapidly. The tightness of her young pussy, the elation of having popped her cherry, the excitement of having her suddenly encourage him, swelled through him. He fucked her wildly, last in the beauty of her body, the excitement of fucking.
"Uhhhh!" he gasped. "Uhh! I'll give you a fuck! I'll let you feel a cock unload inside your pussy! Uuuuuhhhh!"
Nichole felt his cock get hotter. She felt his throbbing increase. His body was a frenzied mass of motion above her. He was trembling as he held her ass. His cock was trembling inside her. His chest shook as it pressed against her tits. He began to shake even more wildly, then the hot juice began to gush from his cock. She felt him explode inside her as he rode her in his lustful orgasm, rode her until he had drained his cock of its jism.
Nichole didn't have an orgasm. She didn't really mind, though. She would have one another time, perhaps with another boy. What had happened was enough. She was a woman. She'd been fucked. She'd had a cock go off inside her.
Chapter Two
Camille Dusseaux sat listening to Nichole describing how she'd lost her cherry the other night. Cammy looked at the excited expression on Nichole's face, looked at the way the other girl's tits trembled beneath her blouse. Cammy felt her own pussy, her own tits, tremble as excitedly as though she had been the girl who lost her virginity.
She felt a certain sadness, too. Now Nichole had been fucked. Cammy felt that she was very likely the only girl around who still had a cherry. Knowing that Nichole was also a virgin had been some consolation to the slender young woman. Now that consolation had been taken away from her. She looked at her friend, looked at the glow of satisfaction an Nichole's face. Damn! Camille knew she was prettier than Nichole. Her tits were almost as large as Nichole's and they were on a smaller body, which made them seem much more enticing. Her ass was certainly just as cute and saucy as Nichole's. Shit! Her ass was the best-looking tail in school. She had the sexiest ass below New Orleans. That's what Yvonne said, and Yvonne should know. So why was she the only girl along the whole damn bayou who walked around with her cherry?
"You going to fuck him again?" Cammy asked. "John coming back for more?"
"He wants to," Nichole sighed. "He asked me today in school if I could slip out and meet him again. I told him I'd think about it."
"Have you thought about it?" Camille wanted to know. Shit! If John was after some Cajun tail and Nichole wasn't interested any longer, then maybe the boy would like to try another little piece of Creole delight. Cammy, wasn't particular who she lost her cherry to, just as long as she got the chance to lose it. Besides, it might be easier to get John to risk the anger of Antoine Dusseaux. Her father had quite a reputation among the Cajuns as the roughest, rowdiest coon-ass of them all. The French boys were always around, after her and after Yvonne, but they were careful not to let the old man see them when they reached for a pair of tits.
She realized that Nichole had been talking while she was musing. Cammy tried, to pick up what she had missed. No, the wasn't going to fuck again with John, not yet. She was going to try one of the French boys next. She hadn't decided which one, but she would in the next few days.
Cammy walked along the bayou toward home. Her body still tingled over the account Nichole had given. Her pussy was moist from the excitement. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she was left out when all the world was fucking. Shit! Yvonne fucked all the time. Yvonne was married to her brother, but still the sexy girl was screwing like a mink. Especially Yvonne fucked every man who came down to stay at their camp. Cammy knew Yvonne fucked them. Why else would she slip away from the house at night and walk aver toward the camp? Why else would Yvonne always have more money for running the camp. Gilbert didn't make that much money with his fishing boat. Yvonne had to be selling her ass. They gave her the money in appreciation. That had to be the reason.
It just wasn't fair! Cammy stamped along the soft grass, watching the boat which made its way along the bayou. She looked carefully, then smiled as she recognized the lean, tanned body of Pierre LaBlanc standing in the bow. Pierre wanted to fuck her. He was always hanging around the house and around the camp. Cammy shivered as she remembered how nice it felt when he would slip up behind her and grab her around the waist. She could feel his cock, bat and anxious, against her ass. He would cup her tits and snuggle his face into her neck.
"Wait till you turn eighteen," he whispered once. "Just wait till you get old enough!"
Damn it! She had been seventeen for two, weeks now and Pierre hadn't shown up. He hadn't even shown up to paw over Yvonne's huge tits. The young man waved across the water as the boat drifted past her. LaBlanc smiled broadly as she arched her back to give him a good display of ass and clit. She twisted her body sensuously as she waved. Good! Let Pierre see what was waiting for him if he ever decided to come back over!
Cammy felt better as the boat slipped quietly past her. She'd get her cock. One way or the other, she'd get herself a nice, healthy length of cock. Pierre could tome over tonight for his party. If not, then she'd be out tomorrow on the make.
She ran through the pass, letting the breeze blow against her tits, feeling the cool flow of air along her legs. Cammy spun around, then fell on the grass and lay back, panting. In the distance she could hear the deep foghorns of the ships making their way along the Mississippi toward New Orleans. Ships filled with men, fishing boats filled with men, fishing and hunting camps filled with men, swarmed through her mind. There were men everywhere about her, cocks all around her. She'd get hers. Damn right!
The young woman rose and walked the remainder of the way home. She paused to slip from her school clothes into a blouse and jeans, then walked to the camp to join her father and Yvonne in preparing dinner for the men who had flown in from Chicago for a week of fishing. Cammy dashed into the kitchen and ignored her father's stern look for being late. She joined Yvonne in setting the tables and carrying out more beer for the boisterous men who lounged around, eyeing Yvonne's luscious curves and, now, the smaller, but just as delicious curves of Camille.
"Hey, Yvonne," one of them called. "You couldn't come on back to Chicago with us, could you? We could all go in together and put you up in style."
Cammy watched her sister-in-law laugh and pose her ass for his approval, then swing her rump enticingly as she walked back to the kitchen. Cammy was used to this sort of good-natured teasing that went on about the camp. She'd seen them paw all over the luscious girl. She'd seen hands up Yvonne's skirt, hands up her sweater, hands on her ass, hands on her tits. The dark-haired beauty seemed to enjoy all of the attention. Tonight, a smaller version of dark-haired beauty wanted some of the same treatment. Cammy resented Yvonne getting all the attention. The girl decided she should have worn her skirt instead of changing to jeans.
They served the men their meal, then gradually cleaned the tables and the kitchen. Gilbert finally came in from his afternoon trip to deliver the day's catch. They sat at the table in the kitchen as they finished their own meal. Finally, Yvonne and Cammy walked over toward the house while her father and Gilbert remained to talk with the fishermen and join in a few hands of poker.
Cammy watched the sensuous way Yvonne walked as they climbed the steps to the porch and sat down in the chairs to enjoy the soft breeze. She watched the breeze strike her sister-in-law's dress, molding the fabric against the fabulous tits. Yvonne smiled as though enjoying a private joke.
"How do you get them to do it?"
"To do what?" Yvonne asked, looking suspiciously at the girl.
"Fuck you," Cammy replied. "How do you get them to fuck you?"
"That's not the problem," Yvonne said. "The problem is to get them to think of something else."
"It's my problem," Cammy admitted. "I can get them to feel my ma. I can get them to rub their cock against my ass. They stop, though. They don't go any further. I've been old enough for two weeks and no one has tried to fuck me yet."
The beautiful brunette began to laugh. She laughed, her eyes filled with moisture, then calmed herself.
"They will. Believe me, they will. As cute an ass as you have, they'd be standing in line."
"I keep looking for the line," Cammy insisted. "But it's never there. Yvonne was the last girl in my class to lose her cherry. Every one else has. Even Nichole, as reserved as she is, has gotten some cock. Shit! We know all the girls have been fucking around for years. Everybody has done it but me!"
"And you want to," Yvonne said. She said it flatly, not like a question. She said it as a simple statement, a statement she needed to fully comprehend. A slow smile crossed her sensuous mouth. She looked into Cammy's eyes.
"Are you ready to fuck?" she asked.
Cammy answered briskly. "I know how excited my pussy gets when a boy stands close tome. I know how my tits tingle when I see some of the men feeling you up."
Yvonne rose from her chair and walked to the door, then turned to the girl. Her smile broadened as she looked at the pert thrust of Cammy's tits, at the wide innocence in Cammy's eyes. She smiled, her own tits swelling at the sight of the pretty girl.
"Come in here," she told Cammy. "Come in here with me and let's see just how ready you are to start fucking the boys."
Camille stared a moment. She saw the sparkle of anticipation in the flashing, dark eyes. She saw the excited thrust of Yvonne's gorgeous tits. She rose slowly and walked toward the door and followed Yvonne into the house and walked with her back to the bedroom where Yvonne and Gilbert slept. Yvonne sat on the bed and patted the covers beside her to indicate where she wanted the girl to sit. Cammy walked over hesitantly, that sat down, waiting for whatever Yvonne had in mind.
"Well teach this sweet little body to sing," the dark beauty muttered as she pulled the girl against her and began to run her hands over Cammy's shoulders and arms. "We'll prepare you for fucking as no girl has ever been prepared before. Let Yvonne show you what it's all about."
Cammy felt her luscious tits press against her, mashing all across her chest. She heard Yvonne's rapid breathing join her own throbbing excitement. She gasped at the soft caress of Yvonne's hands along her thighs, then felt her fingers snake up beneath her blouse and massage her tits.
"Mmmmmm," Yvonne sighed as she cupped the tits lovingly. "Mmmmm, what a delicious pair you have." She slowly massaged Cammy's tits until Cammy was aching to have her touch the bare skin and not just play with them through her bra. She ran her hands over Yvonne's tits in frantic play.
"You have the biggest tits I ever saw," she murmured. "They're big and, full and exciting. Mine are so tiny compared to yours."
"Mine aren't all that big," Yvonne protested. "They may be immense for a girl as slender as I am, but they aren't really that huge. Actually yours are just as full. You'll have huge tits as soon as a few men have massaged them and gotten them all excited."
Yvonne finally unhooked the girl's bra and pulled it away from the young breasts. She fondled Cammy's tits with firm, sweeping caresses. The soft flesh rippled under her fingers. She pressed the nipples back into her tits, then let them pop out once more.
"Mmmm," Yvonne moaned, massaging Cammy's too, "how sweet they are! How fine and saucy! You're ready to have them loved?"
Cammy shivered as the ripples of lust flooded through her tits and up over her body. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts more passionately into the adoring caresses. Her fingers ached to get at the huge tits which heaved so invitingly underneath the dress Yvonne wore. The girl reached behind her sister-in-law and struggled to get at the zipper while her own tits were flaming into shivering ecstasy.
"Hen," Yvonne suggested, "let's get undressed. That'll make it easier."
Cammy watched Yvonne's dress ride over her head and shoulders and gasped anew at the staggering beauty of Yvonne's body. No wonder all the men watt so wild over her! No wonder Gilbert took his wife into the bedroom as soon as he came in the house. No wonder Cammy's dad, even, couldn't keep his hands off Yvonne. Yvonne was beautiful, the most beautiful woman Cammy could imagine. She gaped at the lush curves. She stared at her huge tits, thrusting upward and outward as though they were light and airy, shimmering firmly beneath the small light on the table. Cammy's eyes followed the luscious sweep of hips, the smooth, firm thighs. She watched the flow of curves along the long, lean legs. No wonder all the men kept trying to get their hands all over Yvonne. God! She was lovely!
"Aren't you joining me?" the beautiful brunette asked. Yvonne laughed as Cammy stripped out of her clothing immediately and looked up to see Yvonne, now without bra or panties, approaching her. Yvonne sat beside her again, this time pushing the girl slowly backward on the bed.
"Lovely," Yvonne murmured. "So lovely. So young and fresh and lovely." She cupped Cammy's tits in her hands, then began kissing the pulsing breasts. Her lips sent shivers of delight rippling through Cammy's skin. Yvonne sucked her tits gently, sending the throbs of pleasure deeper inside them. The young girl reached up and caressed one of Yvonne's luscious globes. Her sister-in-law's tits seemed more immense as the woman leaned over, letting her heavy tits sway fill and ripe.
Cammy scooted her around, on the bed and began kissing Yvonne's luscious tits while still leaving her own delighted breasts exposed to the wide sensuous mouth which was turning them into heaving ecstasy. Cammy pulled a tit to her lips and sucked at the large nipple, her tongue flipping across the button several times before she turned to the other, breast.
"Mmmmm," Yvonne moaned lightly above her. "Mmmmm, I believe you're learning fast. You've got my tits throbbing already. Mmmm. I love the touch of your mouth on me. You're such a sweet girl, such a soft, sweet little girl."
Cammy sucked harder. She caressed harder, her fingers trembling in delight in the play of satin skin. The girl felt deep, surging desire flooding through her body. She could smell the heady perfume Yvonne wore. She could smell the lighter went of her own perfume. She could smell the sharper odor of their cunts as they rolled about the bed in delicious play.
Yvonne continued to caress Cammy's delicate young body, exploring and petting her tummy and hips. Cammy felt the sudden thrill of caresses between her thighs. She lay tingling in passion as Yvonne caressed her thighs and teased her moist and anxious little pussy.
"Ooooo," Cammy gasped as she felt a finger tease at her cuntlips, then slip in and stroke her clit. "Ooooo, that sends shivers all over me."
Cammy followed Yvonne's lead and reached between Yvonne's thighs. She felt the moisture already dripping into the hairs before she even fingered her sister-in-law's pussy. Slowly she parted the lips and ran her finger exploring into the warm cunt. She could feel the slow throbbing as pumped her finger in slowly.
Yvonne sucked harder on Cammy's tits as the young finger sparked her passion to a new brilliance. Cammy could hear the soft noises of the finger sloshing through the rich cunt-juice. She pumped more rapidly, more ecstatically -- the pulsing cunt seemed to grasp at her delighted finger.
Cammy's own juices were beginning to flow. Suddenly she felt Yvonne's finger on her slit. It lingered there momentarily and then plunged into her cunt, gliding past her clit and reaching deeper and deeper into the throbbing passage of her pussy.
"Mmmmm, you learn awfully fast," Yvonne sighed. "Maybe you're ready for a little cunt play. Let's let our pussies love each other up a little bit."
She sat up on the bed and pulled Cammy upright. Yvonne swung her leg between Cammy's and began hunching herself forward until their two steaming cunts were together. Cammy braced herself with her arms and thrust her pussy forward against the glowing lips of Yvonne's cunt, then twisted so their cuntlips merged into a singe pulsing unit. Cammy thrust her tits forward, letting her nipples just touch and brush Yvonne's hardened nipples.
"Mmmmm," Yvonne smiled. "You catch on fast. Peel how our pussies can love each other." She hunched her ass slowly. Their clits pressed into one another, sending shimmering sparks through the girls cunt. The erotic sensation brought a catch in Cammy's breath. Her body shook with newly kindled passion as she hunched herself closer to the big, juicy cunt of her sister-in-law.
"No wonder all the men pant after you so," Cammy sighed, looking into the deep brown eyes facing her. "No wonder they can't keep their eyes off you. No wonder they can't keep from grabbing at you."
"They'll be chasing that pussy of yours, too," Yvonne smiled. "That little cunt of yours is going to drive an awful lot of men wild before it's through. Mmmmmm, it feels so soft and sweet."
Yvonne pulled Cammy toward her and caught her in a tight embrace. Their tits mashed into each other in a shuddering spasm of delight. Yvonne pressed her lips to Cammy's, searching for the girl's mouth, her tongue parting Cammy's lips and reaching inside. Their tongues played against each other as they twisted and rolled over the bed. Cammy sensed she was ready to explode in the sensuous thrill of the loving. She could feel the throbbing, pulsing force which was surging through Yvonne's tits, through her pussy, through her mouth. She knew her own desire was rising in the moment of passion.
"Ooooo," she squealed as they rolled on the bed. Her pussy began to glow and throb. Their tits were trembling in ecstasy as they pressed together even tighter. Cammy kit an orgasm ready to flow through her. She seemed to lose her breath. She felt as though she were held in a moment of suspended animation as her juices mounted for final eruption. Then it happened! The sparks shot through her body. She became a pulsing, throbbing mass of erotic sensation. She was aware of nothing except the stimulation which came from her pussy and rippled through her body. She gasped and twisted in passionate agony as she was swept into a fantastic orgasm.
"Yes, little girl," Yvonne sighed afterwards. "Yes, you're ready to start fucking. I'd say that little body is more than ready for a man. Your pussy knows what to do when some man runs a good, healthy length of cock into it."
Cammy smiled at her as Yvonne gently caressed her still glowing body. The girl lay back and thrilled to the soft touch, the soft caresses.
"Ooooo," she sighed happily. "I enjoyed that. Yvonne, is it the same? You know, when it's a man? Is it the same wonderful sensation when it's with a man?"
"Sweetheart," Yvonne murmured, "it depends on the man. A man who doesn't know how to use his cock will leave you frustrated and angry. He'll get his and leave you climbing the wall without yours. A good man, though, a man who knows what a cock is for, can make this just a tiny sample."
Cammy closed her eyes. Her mind was whirling. How good was Pierre LaBlanc? Would he let her have that additional delight? She'd find out. Damn right, she'd find out! Her pussy quivered as she thought how much fun it would be to fuck Pierre.
Chapter Three
Cammy slipped the tight shorts up her legs and squeezed her hips into them. She opened her drawer and took out the skimpiest halter she owned and fitted it over her firm tits. She'd attract attention today, she was sure. The young woman stood in front of her mirror and posed her ripe young figure before brushing her hair.
The holiday from school had been a surprise. She hadn't realized this was the day she had only morning classes. It was better this way. If her dad or Yvonne had known she had a free afternoon they might have found some work for her to do around the camp. Cammy didn't want to wink this afternoon. She wanted to go out and sit along the bayou. Her outfit should attract attention. Actually, it would be her body that attracted the attention. These shorts and this halter only showed how much of a young body she had. Let Pierre LaBlanc see her like this. Cammy smiled as she imagined Pierre jumping from the fishing boat and swimming across to her.
She brushed her hair to gleaming brilliance. She wished that Yvonne could see her like this. The young girl debated slipping over to the camp and displaying herself to her sister-in-law for approval. No, she decided, it might be too much of a risk. There might be some chore waiting for her. Cammy wanted the afternoon free, free to set up a fuck for herself.
Her musing was broken, by the sound of voices outside the house. She looked out her door and saw Yvonne enter, followed by her dad. Cammy was about to close her door when she saw Yvonne turn and open her arms to Antoine.
Cammy gasped and stood frozen, watching in shock and horror. Her dad drew the sexy brunette tightly to him. He kissed her firmly, reaching behind her and caressing her ass. He slowly worked her skirt up and pawed her thighs. Cammy watched in fascination, waiting to see him grab Yvonne's curvy ass. Cammy eased her door partially closed, hoping that they wouldn't see her watching.
There was little need for her concern. Antoine and his daughter-in-law were more interested in what they were doing. The last concern they had was that Cammy might be home from school watching them from behind her door.
Antoine lifted the short skirt to Yvonne's waist and ran his hand over the thin blue nylon panties. He shivered upon touching her first.
"Mmmmm," Yvonne sighed, her tingling from his hands. "Mmmmm, I've been waiting to get you home all morning."
That must be why Antoine had begun letting Gilbert take the boatload of fishermen out alone so often, Cammy decided. Her dad had a damn good thing going. Let his son take care of the family business while he slipped home and fucked his son's wife. Pretty smooth. No wonder everyone had so much respect for Antoine.
"You've been teasing my cock ever since you got up," he muttered as he turned Yvonne to mange her tits. "Now it's about time to give you that fucking you've been begging for."
"Talk! Talk! Talk!" Yvonne taunted him. She brought one leg up slowly between his, lifting it until her thigh pressed teasingly against his cock. She slowly moved her thigh back and forth beneath his swollen cock, rubbing against the tingling balls. Can my watched Yvonne skillfully titillate her father. Damn, but Yvonne has the sexiest want you'd ever seen. No wonder her dad was shaking in his anticipation of putting his cock into that luscious bundle of curves.
Antoine reached behind Yvonne and quickly unzipped her dress. Yvonne stepped back a half step to allow him to pull the dress away. As he pulled it off and tossed it onto a chair, Cammy watched her sister-in-law unhook her bra. Her dad's eyes glistened with lust as he yanked the bra from the girl's shoulders and tossed it aside as well. Yvonne's tits thrust out at him, big and tall. He eyed them a moment, then pulled her back against him, flattening her ripe tits against his chest. Her ass shook as he began to grind his cock against her.
"Uhhhh!" he grunted, madly caressing her tits. "Uhh, I'm going to show that little pussy what happens when you spend the morning teasing me like this."
Within moments Antoine was naked, his cock huge and threatening. Cammy gasped at the size of his prick. She was glad Yvonne was going to get fucked instead of her. She'd never be able to take one that size, Cammy was sure. She'd have to get her pussy opened by a smaller cock. Pierre's had never felt that large the time she had felt it and played with it through the boy's pants.
If the immense size of Antoine's prick frightened his daughter, it only excited his daughter-in-law. Yvonne reached lovingly for his pulsing rock and caressed the hard shaft. She pumped Antoine a few times while his hands cupped her tits and fingered the nipples. He cuddled her to him, playing with her tit and groping about her pussy while she continued to pump his cock and tease his balls.
"Damn, woman!" Antoine muttered. "You've got me hot and rearing already." He reached inside her thin blue panties, and fingered her pussy, slipping inside to taunt her cunt. The deliciously built young woman panted in delight, twisting her cunt over the roving finger while she thrust her tits at his caressing hand and pumped more roughly on his throbbing cock.
"We're wasting time," she whispered loud enough for Cammy to hear in her hiding place. "Get me in the bed, Antoine. Take me to bed and fuck me!"
Cammy watched her dad leer down at the luscious body, then lift the beautiful girl in his arms and walk to his bedroom. Yvonne turned so she could press her tits against him as they walked. She held his huge, excited cock while she teased his neck and ears. Cammy watched them disappear into the bedroom. The young woman cursed softly under her breath. Damn! They'd close the door and she wouldn't get to watch them fuck.
They ignored the door, however, sure that they were alone. Cammy slipped stealthily out of her room and eased along the wall until she could peep into her dad's room. She gasped as she watched him pull the blue panties down Yvonne's, satin thighs. The girl's lush black hair glistened around her pussy. The sunlight streamed through the window to catch the tiny beads of moisture clinging to the hairs. Antoine smiled at the lovely girl and caressed her legs, sliding his hands toward her cunt. He crouched on his knees above the Yvonne, slowly sliding along her tingling skin, closer and closer to her pubic hair. Cammy swallowed a sudden lump of excitement which foamed in her throat.
"Lovely," she heard her dad mumble as he looked at the slowly writhing body. "Our Yvonne is so lovely." He caressed the girl's thighs until his hands finally reached her pussy. Cammy felt her own pussy quiver in delight as he fingered through cunt hair and teased the soft lips of Yvonne's pussy. Yvonne shuddered softly as Antoine eased his finger into her damp pussy, rotating it in small circles.
"Mmmmmm," the woman cooed, smiling at her father-in-law. "Mmmmmm, I like it. I do like it. Love me, Antoine. Show me how a grown man loves a woman."
Antoine began kissing her tits. He caught a nipple in his lips and sucked it upward, his tongue fanning the flames of passion racing through her, turning her nipple into a hot coal as he kissed and sucked. Yvonne closed her thighs against his exploring finger, holding it tightly against her cunt. Yvonne grasped his cock and pumped the rod with one hand while teasing his balls with the other. Cammy watched her dad respond to the taunting play of the brunette. She waited for him to ram his cock into Yvonne's pulsing cunt. The young woman was excited tremendously by the thought of that immune rod plunging into Yvonne's pussy. She felt herself tingling, as though she were about to be fucked herself. She pressed one hand against her crotch, rubbing her clit, arousing her passions. Cammy cupped her tits with the other hand, then ran it inside her halter and cuddled her tit while stroking her nipple into hard anxiety.
Antoine's tongue raced through Yvonne's mouth, intertwining with her tongue. He sucked while he slowly brought his legs between hers and pointed his cock and her wet and pulsing cunt.
"Mmmmm," Yvonne moaned, struggling playfully to escape steady approach of his cock toward her pussy. "Mmmm!" She writhed beneath him, forcing his cock to miss its mark twice. Antoine was ready to fuck. His cock was throbbing, aching, to feel the soft walls of her cunt embrace him. He held her thighs steady and rammed his cock upwards, driving it into the dark cunt hair.
Cammy gasped as his cock plunged into the girl. She felt her body shake with the sudden force of the entrance. Her tits heaved in excitement as his cock drove deep into Yvonne's luscious cunt. Cammy rubbed her pussy wildly, frantically as she fought for breath.
"Uhh!" Antoine panted. "That gets it in there! Now, young woman, let's get settled down to giving you a good fuck!"
"Yes!" Yvonne hissed. "Fuck me, Antoine! Fuck me hard and long! Ohhhhh, drive that magnificent cock into me! Fuck me! Come on and feed me some cock! Ohhhhh!"
Cammy was trembling all over as she watched. She leaned against the wall for support. She'd never seen anything like this and never dreamed a fuck would look this exciting, this powerful. She watched her dad draw his cock back from each new thrust, Yvonne's cuntlips clinging to it as it drew back. She watched Antoine bury his cock deeper and deeper with each new thrust. Yvonne wrapped her legs around her partner's hips and thighs. They rolled about on the bed, her hair streaming over the covers as she twisted sensuously. Her tits arched upward into his hairy chest, rolling lushly about her chest, then yielding to his maddening caresses.
"Uhhhmmmmm!" Antoine roared as he plunged wildly into Yvonne's cunt. "Uhhhhmmmmm! What a woman! What a delicious woman! What a wild piece of pussy! Damn! Ohhhh, damn! What a fuck!"
They were shaking and trembling as they thrashed about the bed. Cammy's pussy was oozing cunt-juice over her driving finger. She quickly pushed her hand inside her shorts and panties and felt the moist hairs, then the damp lips of her pussy. As her fingers plunged into her wet cunt, she became aware of the sound of her dad's cock sloshing through Yvonne's gushing cunt. Cammy shivered in ecstasy as she watched and listened to their mad fuck. Antoine's balls swung in a fruity as he fucked Yvonne harder and harder.
"Ohhhhh!" Yvonne gasped. "Ohhhh, you're driving me wild! I can't take much mow of this! Fuck me harder! Hurry! Hurry, Antoine! Fuck me and fill me! Ohhhh!"
Antoine groaned, thrusting harder and harder, his cock driving furiously into Yvonne's pussy. His hands tore at her tits, at her ass. He sucked vigorously at her mouth while his tongue slammed inside. He began kissing and biting her neck and shoulders while Yvonne screamed in passion.
Cammy gasped more frantically for the breath that eluded her. She caught herself as she almost slipped onto the floor. Her pussy was throbbing so wildly she could barely stand, even with the support of the wall. Her knees were giving way. Her legs were limp. Her pussy and her tits were burning from the lusty vision before her.
"Ohhhh! My God! My God!" Yvonne screamed. "I'm up there! I'm coming! I'm coming, Antoine! Ohh, am I coming!"
Yvonne was a shimmering mass of ecstasy. She acted for a moment as though paralyzed. Her insatiable lust increased so rapidly that she was stunned foe a moment, trapped in helpless pleasure. She gasped at her exploding passion and shook under Antoine's insane fuck.
"Uhh!" Antoine gasped as he neared his own orgasm. Suddenly his cock throbbed as it unloaded into the woman. His hands shock she clutched at her tits. The two shuddered together, their bodies merged into a single, overpowering climax.
Cammy watched as they emptied themselves. She saw the calm which slowly covered the two bodies. She remained another few seconds, then forced herself to ease back along the wall. She had to get back to her room without being discovered. She had to hide from Yvonne and from her dad -- she dared not let them know she had witnessed the fuck. She thought suddenly of Gilbert. What would her brother think about this scene? How would he react about his wife fucking his own father?
Cammy closed her door quietly, then staggered toward her bed. She spread out and pulled her shorts and panties down, then slipped her finger into her slit and massaged her cunt wildly. She had to get rid of the horniness she had built up, and she fucked herself with her slender finger while she caressed her tits into shimmering globes of passion. She pictured Gilbert in her mind. She pictured Gilbert bending over her.
He was slipping his cock into her pussy. Her brother was going to fuck her, just as his father had fucked Yvonne. His cock rode smoothly into her young pussy, then began to pump and thrust deeply into her tingling cunt, Cammy rolled about the bed, imagining her legs wrapped around her brother's firm body. She felt his hands on her tits, felt his mouth over hers. She hunched her ass, driving her cunt over his steaming cock, urging him on excitedly.
She felt an orgasm mounting inside her, her body shaking with wild, delirious spasms. She felt his cock driving on and on until she was ready to scream, to plead, to cry, to shout. She kept clawing at her pussy until she was on the edge of a climax. She pictured Gilbert fucking her. She imagined Pierre fucking her. She suddenly saw her dad's face above her. She felt the plunging cock of John Spencer, then of the men at the fishing camp.
Finally, she envisioned, the boys at high school fucking her one by one. She worked her pussy into an erotic frenzy, then shivered as her orgasm shattered her with its power.
"Oooooo!" she gasped. "Oooooo! Fuck me! Fuck me! Somebody fuck me! Please, somebody fuck me! Anybody fuck me! Ooooo, let everybody fuck me! I want to be fucked! I have to be fucked! Ooooooo!"
She was still afterwards. Outside she could hear Yvonne walk from her father's room and into the bedroom she shared with Gilbert. Cammy tried not to breathe. She couldn't let anyone know she we here. She couldn't take a chance on being discovered. The smell of her cunt-juice was all through the room. Anyone would know exactly what she had been doing. She couldn't let them catch her.
She couldn't take a chance on being given chores for the afternoon, either. She had to get to the bayou before the boats came in. She had to show off her tits and ass to the fishermen. If she was going to get her fuck, then she was going to have to let the guys see what she had to offer. She waited until Yvonne and her dad had gone back over to the camp.
Cammy waited quietly until she was sure they had gone. Then the girl slipped into the bathroom and washed the juices from her pussy. She sprayed some of Yvonne's cologne over herself slipped back into the tight shorts, and left the house. This would be her day. Damn it! Everyone else was getting some, it was time for her next!
Chapter Four
Cammy stretched her legs in the bright sunshine and lay back in the soft grass. It was too early for the boats to be cruising along the bayou, at lest too early for the ones she was interested in. Several fishing parties had come up the water, parties on board the luxury boats some of the New Orleans people owned. Cammy had heard a few loud calls of appreciation in a boat churned by, a few whistles, a few kidding invitations to join the party. She ignored those compliments, even though they did make her feel good. She was interested in the local boats, the boats with men like Pierre LaBlanc on board. She wasn't out here just to display her tanned legs. She was out here to attract a good cock.
The girl was still shocked over having seen her father fucking Yvonne. She had suspected that Yvonne messed around and slept with men other than her husband. Cammy never dreamed, though, that Yvonne was screwing around inside the family. Her father was not that old, but Cammy had never thought of him as needing a woman before. She had to face that now. Antoine Dusseaux was a healthy, virile male. Why shouldn't he need a fuck like any other man?
Cammy supposed that it must be all right for Antoine to screw his son's wife. It didn't look right, of course. There would be a hell of a fight if Gilbert even suspected it. Gilbert was the only man along the bayou who was strong enough to take on Antoine. Cammy shuddered as she remembered the one fight the two had. No one seemed to know who had won, because both were out on their feet by the time they collapsed together. Site didn't want to ever have to witness another fight like that one.
She locked up as she heard the muffled sound of a diesel engine down the bayou. The boat glistened in the sunlight as it approached. Cammy leaned on an elbow and watched in resigned boredom. Another pleasure boat. Another boat some man from New Orleans kept tied up all week so he could party on it on weekends. She watched the boat as it slowed, then veered towards the bank.
"Hi, there!" a cheery voice called down to her. Cammy looked up to see a bronzed young man, blond, wearing only swim trunks. Damn, he was a hunk of man! She smiled up and waved back to him. The man motioned her closer to the bank as he brought the boat almost to a stop. He shouted over the deep chug of the diesels.
"Hop aboard," he invited her. "Perhaps you can help me. You may know the person I'm looking for."
Cammy hesitated. Antoine had warned her continually about not getting involved with these boaters. For that matter, her dad didn't want her having anything to do with anyone, Cajun or otherwise, who she didn't know. The girl hesitated, studied the boat, then smiled and waited for him to work it close enough to the bank for her to leap aboard. The boat was no stranger. She had watched it glide past her home on weekends. Someone had said that it was owned by a man named Simpson, one of the New Orleans sportsmen. The boat was known along the bayou. She reasoned that the man who had invited her aboard was known, as well. Besides, she hadn't seen such a good-looking guy in a long time.
"I'm Buck Simpson," the young man smiled as she climbed up to the flying bridge. He stuck his hand out in friendly fashion. Cammy offered her hand, amazed at how even and bright his teeth were. His skin glistened in the sun, his blond hair flailed softly about his face. Damn, but he was nice-looking. She smiled up at him warmly.
"Camille Dusseaux," she identified herself. "This your boat?"
"Lord, no!" he laughed. "It's my dad's. I had a few days off from college and decided to spend it playing along the bayou."
"You're in college?" Somehow Buck didn't fit her idea of a college student. His hair wasn't long enough. His clothes weren't rumpled and dirty enough. She laughed to herself. How could he wear dirty clothes if he was in a swim suit? Still, the boys from along the bayou who went off to college always seemed to let their hair grow and forget how to wash their clothes by the time they came home at Thanksgiving.
"LS U," he said. "You look like you don't believe me."
"You don't look like a student," she stammered. "I mean, well, maybe I'm not sure what I mean."
"You read me pretty well," Buck laughed, those fantastic teeth sparkling before her. "I'm not very much of a student, really. Dad accuses me of being more of a playboy than a serious student."
His eyes had already taken in her pert tits. Now they were sizing up her tiny waist, her full hips, her long, lithe legs. Cammy felt shivers run through her at the open appreciation in his eyes. She watched the way his sensuous, mouth was accented by the sparkling teeth. She caught herself wondering how it would feel to kiss him.
"You're looking for someone?" she asked, forcing herself to break his stare. "You thought maybe I could help you?"
"That's right," he laughed. "I'd almost forgotten. Now that I've gotten a good look at you, I'm not nearly so interested in finding her as [missing text]."
"Finding who?" Cammy asked. She looked at his body, forcing herself to ignore his swelling cock. She looked away.
Before she realized it, Buck had swung the boat back out into the bayou and turned it out toward the Gulf. He waited to answer her, concentrating on steering the luxury cruiser past the incoming fishing boats. Cammy arched her back, thrusting her tits into the breeze and letting her hair blow out behind her. She felt suddenly very important. She imagined that she was Buck's date, that she was one of the society girls from New Orleans who were always getting their pictures in the paper, always being crowned queen at the Mardi Gras.
She didn't realize until later that she was recognized by several of the fishermen. She didn't see Pierre LaBlanc stare at her as they passed the boat on which he worked. She was so caught up in her fantasy that she didn't even see Gilbert turn from the wheel.
"You know a girl named Yvonne?" Buck called over to her.
Cammy froze for a moment. How did Buck know about Yvonne? How could she answer him? She certainly couldn't tell him Yvonne was her sister-in-law. She didn't know why she couldn't tell him, she just knew she couldn't.
"Yvonne who?" she asked, stalling for time and searching for a way to get out of this. "There are lots of Yvonne's along the bayou." She wasn't really sure about this. There was an Yvonne Michaud further down the bayou, and there was a black girl named Yvonne over by the levee.
"I'm not sure," Buck answered, slowing the boat down and turning to face her. "She works at some fishing camp down in here."
"What do you want with her?" Cammy asked, trying to make it sound like a casual question. "Maybe I can place her if you tell me more about her."
Buck laughed as he looked into her eyes. He started to speak, then laughed again. He lowered his head, then looked up with combined amusement and guilt in his eyes.
"I don't think I'd better tell you what I want with her," he confessed. "It might shock you. The Yvonne I'm looking for has men looking for her all the time, at least so I've been told. I've never met her myself. She's supposed to like a good time, so I figured that I had a few days off and I might as well meet a fun type girl to share it."
Cammy was relieved when he immediately changed the subject. He talked idly about the bayou, about the fishing in the Gulf, about sailing on Lake Pontehatrain, about shopping in the French Quarter. She let him rattle on, happy to have the subject of Yvonne closed. The girl drifted back, into her fantasies as he steered the boat into one of the small lakes that dotted the delta. She looked up as he cut the throttle and let the boat drift to a stop in a secluded part of the lake. Buck turned to her with that brilliant smile.
"Come on," he told her, "I'll show you the boat before we go back up the bayou."
The girl had been raised around boats all her life. She'd seen morn boats that she would like to count, many larger than this small cruiser. Still, she climbed down the ladder and followed him into the cabin. His dad had done a fabulous job with the cabin. Shit, the cabin was more luxurious than most people's homes! Cammy looked around, not aware of the way Buck had been looking at her. She didn't realize he had more to show her than the cabin until she felt his hand grasp her shoulder and pull her toward him.
"What?" she exclaimed, struggling to turn away from him. "What are you trying to do?"
"What I came down the bayou to do," he muttered, his hands trembling on her, his voice husky. "Since you won't help me find Yvonne, I'll just have to get my pussy where I can."
"Hey!" she snarled as she pushed him away. "Just a damn minute!"
"No waiting," he laughed as he caught her again. "I've been waiting all afternoon. My cock is so charged up I can't wait any longer. You've been teasing me with those tits, with that ass, with those legs all the way down here. Now, damn it, I'm going to get that pussy!"
He pulled her against him forcing her head backwards. His mouth covered her lips in a deep, hard kiss, his tongue thrusting between her lips. Cammy struggled against his steel grip without success. Finally, in desperation, she kicked out at him. Her sandal struck his leg, but Buck didn't let her go, though. He dragged her toward the large and hurled her down on it. As she tried to get up, his hand caught her across the face. She winced, then felt a second slap, just as hard as the first.
"You settle, down," he muttered. "You take it easy and you won't get hurt. All I plan to do is get a little pussy. You know what that is, don't you?"
She looked up at him. Her face still ached from the force of his blows. She stared dazedly at him and slowly nodded. She had wanted to be fucked this afternoon, but she didn't want it this way. Cammy now felt revulsion, for the blond boy she had admired so much just minutes ago. She didn't see how she could fight him off. Still, she could keep him from having much more than a jerk-off. She couldn't stop him from fucking her, but she sure as hell didn't have to fuck back. There was no way he could make her do that.
"Sure you know about pussy?" Buck laughed as he saw her body go limp on the soft bunk. "All you Cajun girls know about pussy, don't you? Way I hear it, you're all descended from French whores they brought over to New Orleans."
"That's a lie!" the girl hissed at him.
Her tits heaved excitedly in her anger.
Buck's lust was driven upwards by the sight of the slender young girl laying helpless before him, yet spitting out her anger at him. His cock swelled inside his swimming trunks. He licked his lips as the girl waited on the bunk beneath him.
"All right, all right!" he laughed. "So we all do our share of fucking. It's this fuck right now that I'm interested in."
He reached down and grabbed her halter, roughly yanking it loose, exposing her luscious tits. Cammy watched the gleam in his eyes when he looked at her firm, saucy tits. He sat beside her and fondled her nipples, his hands closing around the firm mounds. He twisted them roughly, then cupped them gently. He mashed them crudely, then caressed them with adoration. He worked her tits into a swelling excitement that stunned Cammy. She had determined not to feel anything -- she was convinced that she could let him fuck her and do nothing more than silently submit. Her anger, though, had betrayed her. Her anger had started her body to pulsing and now she couldn't stop it. Her tits tingled at his touch. Her nipples hardened into glowing buttons of ecstasy.
"Damn! What a pair of tits!" he breathed admiringly. "I haven't fucked a girl yet who had tits that felt any better than these young beauties."
He leaned over them and drew her nipple into his mouth. Cammy shivered as he sucked the nipple. She twisted about the bed in delight, cursing her body all the way for its weakness. She tried to fight the surge of pleasure that pulsed through her. She tried to fight and lost.
His fingers now stroked her thighs. Slowly and tauntingly he moved his fingers up into her black cunt hair. Cammy gasped as her cunt felt the flint delicious touch and she writhed in slow, erotic agony as he parted her cuntlips and rubbed her cunt.
"Mmmmmmm," he sighed. "Ohhhhh, what a sweet pussy!"
Buck removed his trunks and pulled her bikini panties off, then stood before her, pumping his cock as she stared at his throbbing shaft.
"Play with it," he ordered. "Work it tip. I want my cock absolutely maddened before I stick it up you."
She hesitantly reached for his prick and fingered the hard, curving shaft. She studied the way the head swelled out into a knob. She watched the skin slide back and forth on the warm rod. She pumped him lightly, then caught him firmly and gave a few strong pumps. Buck jumped beside her at the surprising ferocity. He reached for her pussy again. One hand pawed at her cunt while he massaged her tits with the other. She shivered once more as his finger began exploring her cunt. He massaged her clit, causing a tingling sensation to run up her cunt. He cupped her tits, his fingers catching the nipples, pinching them and depressing them. Cammy writhed, caught up in the new thrill of being prepared for a fuck. She held his cock tightly, pumping it steadily and feeling the prick get harder and harder, warmer and warmer. She could feel his pulse his cock throbbed in her hand. She pumped continuously and began to fondle his balls.
"Damn! What a little tease!" Buck gasped. "Don't jack me off before I even get in that cunt!"
He worked her clit more frantically. Cammy wished she had known how to jack him off quickly. That would have been her triumph, to jerk the cock into orgasm before he ever got the chance to fuck her. He was warned now, though. She had missed her chance. Still, she pumped him madly, tickling his balls in her hope of making him come.
"That's what you're trying, isn't it?" he asked. "We'll have to make sure you don't do anything like that. You're only hurting yourself, you know. You get me all hot and bothered, then I'm going to get mine before I've had a chance to lather you up enough. That's your worry, not mine."
He rolled on top of her and pressed his hard prick into her crotch. She felt his cock-head probing at her cuntlips. Her pussy quivered at the nearness. Her cunt was wracked with a series of spasms as she anticipated the entrance of the warm, hard cock.
"Tight little bitch, aren't you!" Buck snarled as he kept struggling to get his cock past her cherry. "We'll have to do something about that. Damn right, I'll have to get you fucked. Shit, I thought the Cajun boys were all well hung! You feel like this was the first time you ever had a decent-sized cock in you."
The blond boy place his hands on either side of her ass and held her tightly. He arched his back and thrust his cock violently against the restraining membrane. Cammy felt her body resist, felt the intense pain, then felt his cock tear its way into her. Her pussy shuddered from the slashing force of his entry. When blood seeped out of her cunt, slowly easing the pain as Buck pumped excitedly into her.
"Ahhhh!" he gasped. "I'm going to ride the hell out of you!"
He kept one hand on her ass, feeling her firm buttocks, while his other, hand strayed to her tits. There was no gentleness in his touch now. He grabbed her tits roughly, mashing her nipples between his fingers. He plunged his cock into her bloody cunt with lust-maddened frenzy.
"Ah!" he cried. "Ahhh, fuck! Ride this cunt! Ahhhh! It feels so nice and tight!" With each withdrawal, Buck's cock-head rubbed Cammy's cunt. She felt numb from the pain of her lost cherry. Slowly she felt a deeper feeling, the erotic surge of her passion. Her thighs quivered as Buck continued pumping his cock into her. Her breath came in shorter pants as his cock seemed to get larger and warmer inside her. Her tits tingled sensuously beneath his hand. She felt her lust mounting. She had long since given up her determination to remain passive. Now her desire was rising rapidly to its peak. She wanted to feel his cum spurting inside her. She wanted to take all the cock he had to give her. She thrashed about and hunched her ass toward his lunging cock, driving herself madly toward a climax.
"Ooooo," she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Buck! Pump me hard! Oooooo, fill me up with your cock! Hurry! Hurry up! Come on! Oooooh! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Damn, you're a horny little cunt," he panted. "I'll teach you to be such a sweet lay! Ahhhhhh!"
His body shuddered madly above her. His cock plunged and quivered inside her. His hands trembled and shook as he caressed her. Cammy wrapped her legs around him and held tightly as their passion mounted higher and higher.
"Oooooh, I'm coming!" she shrieked. "I'm pouring all over you! Fuck me! Hurry, Buck! Let it go! Let it come into me! Ooooh!"
His load surged from his cock, swelling inside her. Cammy thrashed about the bunk at the sensation of the hot cum gushing through her pussy. She gasped and panted as she rode his insane cock. She moaned and cried as she felt it empty its load into her.
"Ahhhhh!" Buck shouted. "Ahhhh! Take it, sweetheart! Take it! It's all for you! Ahhhhh!"
He shuddered in a final spasm of lust, then began to slow his fuck into a series of long, slow strokes. Cammy held him tightly still, her body glowing in the soft, warm afterglow of ecstasy. He rolled on his side beside her and caressed her affectionately. She heard him gasp as he glanced down and discovered the blood running along her thigh and the blood which coated his prick.
"Oh, my God!" he cried. "Oh my God, I didn't know! I had no idea! I didn't mean to do that!"
She saw the honest remorse in his eyes. She saw the ache as he looked at the virgin body he had just defiled. Cammy reached over and caressed his shoulder. She smiled softly, no longer considering him a rapist. Buck had merely substituted for Pierre. She had planned to lose her cherry this afternoon. By damn, she had lost it! She had lost it and found something else along the way -- she had actually had an orgasm on her first fuck.
"It's all right," she assured him. "I had to lose it some day."
"But I-I thought you Cajuns lost it by the time you were twelve or thirteen. I had no idea..."
"Don't be so naive," she told him. "We're like anyone else. Oh, maybe we're a bit more hot-blooded than most. That's why we have to protect ourselves longer than other girls. Once we get turned loose, we can become sex mad."
He looked at her and caught the twinkle in her eyes. They laughed together, then got up to wash, and Cammy dressed and went with him back to the bridge. She leaned against the rail and watched him start the diesels and turn the boat back into the bayou toward home.
Cammy stepped over beside him and wrapped her arm around his waist. He looked as beautiful as he had when he first pulled the boat over and called to her. He wanted Yvonne. Someone had sent him looking for her sister-in-law. Instead he had fucked Cammy.
"I'm sorry," she whispered up to him.
"About what?"
"About Yvonne. You never did find her," Cammy answered.
"Oh, Yvonne," he laughed. "You know the reason I stopped for you? I thought you might be Yvonne. You sure fit the description. They said she was the most beautiful Cajun girl I could imagine -- black hair, gorgeous figure. I saw you sitting there and figured you must be Yvonne."
"When did you decide I wasn't?"
"When I saw the blood. Until then I thought you were Yvonne and just putting me on."
"No kidding?"
"Honest," Buck smiled. "That's why I took you the way I did. I figured if you were fucking everybody around, I wasn't about to be left out."
Cammy cuddled against him, her heart pounding in exhilaration.
Chapter Five
Camille huddled in her room, nestled on a corner of her bed. Her father would be coming over from the camp any time now. She was going to catch hell tonight. Antoine was raging mad at her, angry and drinking heavily as he had served the fishing party their dinner.
She didn't know who had told on her. Cammy suspected Gilbert might have. Her brother had been terribly quiet tonight. It could have been Gilbert. It could have been Pierre. It could have been anybody who lived along the bayou. It didn't really matter who had told of seeing her on the bridge with Buck. She had been seen and Antoine was in a rage with her about it.
Her father had not beaten her in several years. Cammy tried to remember the circumstances of her last thrashing, but all she could think of was the rage in his eyes tonight.
"Where have you been?" he demanded as she returned to the camp after leaving Buck. "You think you're too good to work around here any more?"
"Out on the bayou," she panted, out of breath from the run. "I lost track of time."
"More interested in the rich boy and his boat?" Antoine snapped. "Too busy entertaining Harry Simpson's boy?"
She stared at him a moment, seeing the seething anger that glowed in his eyes. Cammy tried to smile at him and pat him on the arm as she turned to begin her delayed chores in the kitchen.
"I'm sorry," she muttered. "I'll get my work done. Don't worry about it."
Antoine watched her coldly, then turned and walked off. During the evening he continued drinking until he was staggering around the camp. His anger did not diminish, though. After she had helped Yvonne clean up from supper, he walked back into the kitchen and ordered her to go back to the house and wait for him. She had obeyed, seeing the expression of concern and sympathy in Yvonne's eyes. The older girl had caught her by the arm as she started to leave.
"Yes?" Cammy asked, looking into Yvonne's moist brown eyes. After all, Yvonne was part of the reason for her troubles. If Buck had not heard about Yvonne's hot pussy, then he wouldn't have been cruising along the bayou looking for a dark-haired Cajun. It was because of Yvonne that she was in trouble. It was because he thought she was Yvonne that Buck had taken her so far down the bayou. It was his assumption that she was Yvonne that led him to lure her into the cabin of the boat and fuck her. Still, Cammy wasn't angered at her sister-in-law. Her eyes met Yvonne's. She stopped quickly up against the older girl and kissed her on the cheek. Yvonne held her tightly a moment, then patted her ass as she turned again and slipped through the door.
Cammy huddled on the bed, wondering how much her sister-in-law suspected. She thought of Yvonne's luscious curves and felt the small tingle run through her body. Buck had thought she was Yvonne. Buck had looked at her young body and thought that she must be the Cajun beauty he had heard about. Cammy relaxed for a moment. She hopped up from the bed and walked to her mirror. She posed her lithe body and eyed the swell of her tits, the firm thrust of her ass, the clean lines of her legs. Maybe she was sexy enough to be mistaken for Yvonne. She smiled and turned around, looking at her curvy body reflected in the mirror.
She was shaken by the sound of the door opening. Antoine called for her as he walked into the house. She listened to the drunken tone of his voice. Cammy shuddered in fear a moment then felt a new wave of emotion surge through her. Hell no, she wouldn't be afraid of him. She had watched him fuck Yvonne earlier today. Who the hell did he think be was, getting so damn mad at her for taking a boat ride with Buck Simpson? He had fucked his son's wife. He had no business getting so angry with her. Shit! He didn't know she had fucked the bland boy. He had no way of knowing.
"What do you want?" she sneered at him, leaning against the door of her room. She would not let him hassle her. She'd be damned if she'd let him beat her. He'd have one hell of a fight on his hands if he tried to lay a hand on her.
"Have to straighten things out," he snarled as he walked toward her. "Have to find out what you've been up to."
"None of your damn business," she shot back. "I was late for my chores, but I got them done. Ask Yvonne if I didn't get everything done that I'm supposed to do."
"Before that," he told her. "I mean what were you doing on the city kid's boat this afternoon."
"None of your damn business!" she shouted. "I have some time that's my own. I don't have to account to you for everything."
He walked to her and took her by the shoulders. He shook her roughly, his eyes blazing at her, his breath coming in sharp gasps. Cammy struggled against the grip. He was too strong, though. Damn, he was stronger than she realized! His fingers cut into her skin. She tried to kick out at him, but he laughed at her feeble attempts and pushed her back into her room.
Antoine saw the angry heaving of her tits inside her skimpy halter. He looked at her crotch, the soft curves of her hips and thighs. Damn, she was getting to be a little beauty! The rich boys had discovered that, too. He thought of the blond kid, thought of him pulling those shorts down and sticking his cock into that lovely little body. His nostrils flared at the thought. His cock swelled as he imagined what Buck Simpson must have felt as he fucked this delicious girl.
"You fucked him, didn't you!" he panted. "You putting out for all the city boys who come down the bayou? You showing them what bayou pussy tastes like?"
"I'm not fucking my own daughter-in-law!" she snapped at him. She had said it! She was glad she had said it. She saw her wards strike him, saw him tense at what she had said. Antoine's mouth dropped open in surprise. He released her spontaneously as her accusation stunned him.
"Who told you that?" he gasped. "Who's been going around telling things like that?"
"Nobody told me," she sneered. "Nobody had to. I saw you. I had a free afternoon from school today. I was home when you took her to bed."
Antoine stared at her. It was out! She knew about Yvonne. He wondered how much else she knew about Yvonne. He stared at her deeply, trying to read behind the anger which flashed through her eyes. Damn! She was a gorgeous little piece of tail.
He reached for her again, catching her arm and pulling her roughly toward him. He held her against his body, feeling her tits rub his chest as she struggled and panted.
"Sneaking around, were you!" he gasped. "Sneaking around the house, then sneaking off to fuck the city boy! I'll teach you to sneak around!"
He wrestled her down onto the bed. The whiskey, his anger, the touch of her soft, young body had his passion soaring. What did he have to lose? He jerked her halter off and sank his face into her tits. His hands caressed the satin skin of her body, holding her by the shoulders, while he wrapped his legs around her to keep her still. He kissed and sucked the heaving tits, maddened by the sweetness of her skin, the soft fullness of the tits.
"Ahhhh!" he gasped. "They are as sweet as I thought! No wonder the boys come down here panting after you. Ahhhhh! What a pair of tits!"
Cammy tried to twist from under him. The smell of the whiskey on his breath sickened her. The rough touch of his light beard raked her tits. She rolled from side to side, trying to find some way to escape. She drew her knees upward quickly, feeling the harsh contact with his body, hoping she might have stunned him enough. She stunned him, but only into more determined groping over her body.
"You want to fight, don't you!" Antoine laughed. "All right, young lady, let's have a little rough play."
He was suddenly all over her, his hands clawing her, shaking her, mangling at her tits and ass and thighs. He threw her on the bed roughly, rolling her over and over while he laughed in the enjoyment of her touch. She caught her breath as be forced her across his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"What you need is to be settled down," he panted. "A good spanking always calmed you when you were a little girl. Maybe that's what I ought to give you now."
He pulled her shorts down and fingered her ass, stretching her thin nylon panties. He patted and caressed the firm, round buttocks, then pulled the panties down her legs. He grabbed her bare ass and squeezed the trembling flesh in delight Cammy tried to struggle, attempting to roll from his legs when his elbow fell.
"Owwwww?" she gasped as her ass stung from his slap. "Damn it! That hurts!"
"I'm supposed to say it hurts me just as much," Antoine laughed as he slapped her ass several more times. "I can't say that, though. This ass feels too good under my hand! Damn, what an ass!"
He slapped her steadily. She could feel her ass jump from the stinging blow, then prepare for the next descent of his hand. Cammy gasped beneath his spanking, realizing he wasn't really hitting her that hard. He wasn't hitting her hard at ail. He was stinging the hell out of her ass, but he wasn't hurting her. She shuddered at the realization that she was actually beginning to enjoy the spanking. Her body pulsed with the rhythm of his blows. Her pussy was tingling in rising desire. Her tits rubbed lushly against his leg until he began to fondle them. He fingered her nipples, squeezing them into little hard mounds of flesh.
She could feel his cock struggling against her as his own sensuous lust mounted. She felt the heat, the pulsing warmth coming through his pants and spreading through her. His cock! Cammy suddenly pictured ills cock as he fucked Yvonne. That huge cock! She knew he was not going to end with spanking her. She had no doubt that he planned to fuck her afterwards. Whether he planned it or not he would fuck her. His cock was getting excited for him not to. Damn it, her own passions were getting too aroused for her to let him stop if he wanted to. Still, the memory of his monstrous cock frightened her. She had taken a smaller cock with relative ease. But was she ready for the mammoth meat her dad would drive into her pussy?
Her fears subsided as the spanking continued. She shivered and shimmered, her body glowing and throbbing with the sensuous touch of his hands across her ass. She gasped for breath. She reached for him to turn her beneath him and come over her with the poised cock. She slipped her hand along his leg and began to stroke his huge mass of throbbing flesh.
"Oh, baby!" Antoine gasped as she fingered his cock. "Ohhh! I've got to get that cock out and let you love it up."
He gathered her in his arms and set her on the bed. He twisted wildly about the bed as he tore his clothes off. Cammy watched his mammoth cock emerge, then grasped the throbbing shaft. It seemed even larger than she remembered it. She held it in both hands and began to pump the skin along the shaft. The huge organ shuddered and pulsed in her fingers.
Antoine reached for her taunting breasts with one hand, her soft, inviting pussy with the other. He slowly caressed his way between her thighs, then let his thick finger part her cuntlips. Cammy shuddered again as he kneaded her cunt into pulsing ecstasy. She writhed about the bed at his touch. Her body was throbbing as madly as his huge cock. Her breath was no longer steady. She gasped and panted in surging, soaring sensuality as she pulled and pumped on his shaft.
Her dad fell on her tits once more. He caught one in his mouth, sucking almost the entire globe inside and tonguing it into delirium. He switched to the other tit and gave it the same insane treatment.
He drove his finger past her clit and spread her cunt walls in slow, delicious strokes. Cammy felt her juices oozing around the finger, oiling the way for it, preparing her cunt for his frightening cock. She clamped her thighs against his hand and shook her ass in delight as he sucked deeper and stronger on her tits.
"Oooooo!" she panted. "Dad, you're turning me on! You're driving me up a wall!"
"You'd better get turned on," he told her as he lifted his face from her tits a moment. "AS lovely as you are, I'll never stop now. You'd better get ready to be fucked. I'm going to ram this cock of mine into you and fuck that delicious tail off of you. Damn! You're gorgeous! You're more beautiful than I had dreamed!"
She worked frantically on his cock. She fingered his balls. She hunched herself on his probing, delightful finger. Cammy thrust her tits toward him and thrashed her chest about to intensify the luscious experience of his hands. She felt his tongue lapping her nipples, turning them frantic in erotic desire. Her body throbbed and pulsed, aching for him to plunge his cock into her wet and shimmering pussy.
"Fuck me!" she shrieked. "Oooo, I want to be fucked. I want to feel a cock in me! Let me try it. Let's see if your big meat will go in me!"
In the fury of her passion, she no longer feared his massive prick. She no longer cringed at the thought of it tearing into her. She felt only a craving for it. She wanted to feel Antoine force its huge, bulging head between her cuntlips and drive into her steaming, pussy. Her body tingled as she felt him climb onto her, finally ready to fuck her.
His big prick throbbed before her, the huge rod pumped about her lips. Antoine's prick cased into her tiny cunt, shaking in wild excitement as her pussy collapsed around the shaft. His cock lunged into her, then slowly spread her and forced its way nude. Her cunt glowed from the intense pressure. Her pussy went into a wild, pulsating frenzy clumped around his warm cock.
"Oooo," she moaned. "Oooooo, it'll go in. Yes, daddy, it'll go in me. Oooooo, yes! Like that! Like that! Ooooo!"
"Easy, baby," he soothed her. "I don't want to hurt that delicate pussy. I want to fuck you, but no need to hurt you if I don't have to. Let it go in slowly. There, baby, there."
He lifted her ass, then pulled her pillow down and slid it under her rump. His cock began to enter with less pain, enter and begin to snake along her trembling passage. Cammy hunched herself onto the shaft, the tight fit allowing her to feel every tremble of his cock, every spasm. She felt the throbs transfer into her own body. She shook with his emotions. She tingled with his sensations. They were one!
"Now!" she pleaded. "Fuck me! Ooooooo, daddy, fuck me! Drive me crazy with that pecker! Ooooo, let me feel it get mad in there. Ooooo, that feels so wonderful, sooooo neat!"
His hand returned to her tits as he pumped his cock back and forth. Her cunt grasped his shaft as her tits swelled into his delighted hands. Antoine brought his face down to her lips and began to kiss her waiting mouth. He felt her delicate tongue play as she responded to him. She sucked at his mouth as sweetly and delicately as her pussy sucked his cock.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, shaking with heightening lust. She could hear the soft sound of their bodies against each other. She could hear his cock driving into her juicy pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and hunched herself frantically onto his cock. She waved her ass frantically to increase the maddening friction. She hugged him and rolled on the bed, lost in the sensual pleasure of his magnificent fuck.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned. She pulled her mouth from his. "Fuck me, daddy," she pleaded. "Fuck me. I'm building up to my orgasm. Please, daddy, fuck me! Unload in me! Please, daddy, fuck me! Ooooo, I'm ready! Ooooo, please!"
She was vibrating horribly. Her orgasm overwhelmed her. She began shaking uncontrollably. She felt herself paralyzed and helpless as she shook in the delicious sensations of her climax. She gasped and shuddered, lost in the delirious thrill of her fuck.
Antoine watched the soft glow that spread over his daughter. He saw her tits heaving in the excitement, the flaring of her nostrils, her uncontrollable writhing. He continued to fuck her in long, slow, steady thrusts. His cock reached deeper and deeper into her. He cupped her exquisite tits, adoring her soft beauty as he led her through the orgasm. He continued fucking as one of her climaxes subsided and another began building. His cock swelled proudly inside her. He caressed her tits with new happiness. A hell of a daughter, he thought. She was the most beautiful girl he could imagine. She was his, his Camille. She was his sweet Cammy. She was one hell of a fuck. Damn, but she was a good fuck.
"Now," he told her as she rose to her second orgasm. "Now your old dad will get his. Get ready, precious baby, this time I'm coming with you."
Cammy felt the surging power rise through her once more. She shook as frantically as before. She was just as paralyzed in ecstasy as before. She could feel him driving his maddened cock in her. She saw his face contorted in his anxiety to unload his charge.
"Ooooo," she gasped. "Fuck me, daddy! I'm there again." He filled her. His cock began spurting its load slowly. Ooooo, daddy I want your cum! Fill me up! Oooooo!
Gradually it built up, then began to shoot his hot juice through her wildly and lustfully. He emptied himself into her as she gasped and panted below.
Chapter Six
"Mmmmm, I love it!" Nichole sighed as her friend caressed her ecstatic tit into shimmering delight. "It feels so good, the way you touch them. Oh, that's about to drive me wild."
The girls lay beside each other in the bed. Mr. Dupre had left half an hour ago, taking Nichole's younger brother and sisters with her over to that small shopping center in Burns. Mr. Dupre had not come back from fishing. The girls were left tone to engage in sexual play without fear of interruption.
Camille had already told Nichole about her fuck with Buck Simpson. Nichole was tremendously impressed, having seen the handsome bland boy several times as he piloted his beat along the bayou. She looked at the slender brunette with envy.
"You really did?" she had asked incredulously. "You really let him fuck you? I mean, he really wanted to fuck you?"
"That so strange?" Cammy asked, her anger kindled at the suggestion that it was unbelievable a rich boy could be interested in her pussy.
"No, no!" Nichole said, not having meant to insult her friend. "I mean, how do you get to meet a guy like that?"
"I told you," Cammy answered. "I was sitting along the bayou and he pulled his boat over and said 'hop aboard'. That's how I met him."
Cammy leaned toward Nichole's tits and began to suck them. She shivered as Nichole fingered her nipples. She sucked more firmly, delighting in the way Nichole's body twisted in response to the play. She sucked and tongued Nichole's breasts while her own began to swell with passion.
Cammy reached down to Nichole's thighs, caressing and stroking the soft, sweet skin. She gently slipped her hand upward, feeling the silken cunt hairbrush across the top of her hand. Nichole gasped in pleasure as Cammy prodded the moist pussy lips.
"Mmmmm," Cammy murmured as she kissed Nichole's tits and ran her finger into her cunt. She caressed her clit, feeling the sudden jerk of pleasure that shook Nichole's body. "Mmmmm, what a luscious little puss. Your pussy feels so warm and soft to my finger."
"No softer than yours," Nichole replied. Cammy felt the other girl match her in clit play. The little brunette shivered and gasped as sparks came rippling through her body. She continued rubbing Cammy's clit while her other hand teased one nipple into hard, tight desire.
"Ooo," Nichole squealed. "Ooooo, you're getting me hot!"
Cammy smiled at the sounds. She was proud of her ability to produce erotic stimulation. She had been able to produce all sorts of sensual reaction. She had cunt-fucked with Yvonne. She had fucked Buck, then her dad. All of them had been completely satisfied with what she offered. Her body tinged at the knowledge.
She had tested some of her attraction at school today. She remembered the reaction of several of the bays when she swung her ass more provocatively than usual. It had been a glorious day. She had walked along the hallways, knowing that she was no longer the lone virgin in her class. She had held a man between her legs, the same as any of the other girls. She had done more than that. She had taken her dad's mammoth cock into her pussy. She had taken on the biggest piece of meat along the bayou. She had taken it and given it a hell of a fuck.
John Spencer had been shocked at the way she rubbed her tits against him as they waited beside the water fountain. She'd given John another good tit rub as they walked into the cafeteria for lunch. The Navy boy had kept staring at her, even when Nichole stood talking with him. She felt his eyes on her as she walked out of the room later. She felt his eyes on her thighs and ass and tits.
It was a delicious feeling. It was fantastic knowing how she could turn the boys on. It was beautiful, just thinking about how much they'd give to fuck her, how much they panted over her little cunt. It was even more delicious knowing that if any of them ever did get their cock into her, she'd give them a fuck they'd never forget.
"Oooooo!" Nichole gasped as Cammy ran her slender finger past her clit and began to pump it along Nichole's cunt walls. Cammy rolled her finger in small circles, listening to the sound of Nichole's juices sloshing in her excited cunt. "Ahhhh!"
The other girl panted, closing her thighs against Cammy's hand to hold the finger inside the pussy. Nichole ran her own finger into Cammy's cunt, teasing and taunting in small, brisk jabs at her clit and into the soaking passage of the pussy.
"Mmmmmm," Cammy sighed, hunching her ass to move her pussy more passionately over the finger. "Mmmmmm, I love what you're doing to my pussy. I'm going to be panting and gasping like crazy!"
Cammy had never eaten pussy. She had heard about it, of course. The girls talked about it at school. They talked about having had theirs eaten by this boy or that boy. They talked about it just as they talked about sucking cock. Especially the whites girls talked about it. The white girls seemed to like having their cunt sucked. They talked morc about a boy's tongue and mouth. The Cajun girls spent more time describing how much meat he had to offer. Cammy was ready to talk either way. Stilt, she'd take sex any way she could get it. She'd discovered just how much she liked it. She couldn't understand why it was kept so secret, like it was bad, or like it might be terribly painful. It was the best thing she'd ever discovered.
She hadn't told Nichole about fucking her dad. Cammy felt that her friend had no business knowing about that. She might not understand. She might tell her folks about it and Cammy certainly didn't want Antoine in trouble for the pleasure he had given her. She didn't mention anything about her father. She didn't even hint that he had been angry with her for being out with Buck. She sure wasn't going to tell about the spanking and how excited it got her. Cammy still couldn't comprehend why she had been so worked up by the spanking. She could remember it now, even as she pumped her finger vigorously into Nichole's pussy. She could still feel the sharp stings across her ass. She could still feel the pulsing glow that ran through her cunt while Antoine spanked her. She didn't understand it at all. She liked it, though. She liked it a hell of a lot.
Nichole was wriggling on the bed in shuddering passion as Cammy climbed onto the girl's body. She slipped over her friend until their tits were touching. Her face was just in front of the glistening black cunt hair. Cammy caressed Nichole's pussy lips, then began kissing sensuously. She lightly darted her tongue against Nichole's cunt, then slipped it inside. She caressed Nichole's thighs as she planted her mouth tighter over her pussy. She lapped Nichole's shivering cunt, then began to suck slowly and deeply.
"Ooooooeeee!" Nichole squealed. She thrashed about, her body shaking with excitement from the cunt suck. Her legs were locked around Cammy's neck, holding her friend's mouth at her pussy while she thrust her mouth at the cunt above her. She sucked Cammy into a spasm of ecstasy. The girls rolled from side to side, their tits pressing nipple against nipple, their mouths sucking fiercely on quivering cunts.
Cammy shuddered with the rise of her passion. She tasted the sharpness of Nichole's pussy. She licked deeper and deeper into the quivering crevice. She sucked harder on the juices which were oozing from the soft walls of her cunt. The young woman thrust her hands into Nichole's swelling tits and kneaded the mass of soft, throbbing flesh. Nipples flipped across her fingers, sending both of the girls into new frenzies of rolling, teasing ecstasy. Nichole was sucking her pussy furiously. Cammy could feel her own lubricants gushing from her cunt, and the rippling contractions which pulsed through her.
"Mmmmm!" she groaned, her groan muffled by Nichole's pussy. She clamped her thighs tighter about the dark-haired head beneath her and hunched against the delicious mouth. "Mmmmm!" she shuddered as her body tensed. "Uhhhmmmm!" She was nearing her climax. Her body was almost at the point where she would be overwhelmed by its paralyzing shudders. Cammy was determined that Nichole should reach orgasm at the same time. She ached to feel the other girl's body caught in the taut spasms of a glorious climax. She sucked and licked, trying to concentrate on some other subject. She had to think of something other than how luscious Nichole's body seemed.
Cammy tried to recall the conversation about Yvonne. Something Nichole had said stuck in her mind. She had told her friend about Buck looking for Yvonne. Cammy wondered aloud if it might have been her sister-in-law.
"It figures," Nichole commented dryly. "It figures with what my mother says about Yvonne."
Cammy did not pursue the matter. Now she wished that she had. What had Mrs. Dupre said about her brother's wife? What were other people along the bayou saying about Yvonne, about Gilbert, about Antoine. The slender brunette had wondered why the boys at school seemed hesitant to make the same passes at her. They did at Nichole and the other girls. Maybe they thought she was too experienced for them. Cammy shivered at the thought. Damn it, she was now. After fucking Buck, after taking her that mammoth meat, she sure the hell didn't want to waste time with any immature, inexperienced kids. Damn them, anyway.
"Mmmmm," Nichole mumbled louder as she burrowed hotly over the tingling cunt. "Mmmmmm!" Camille felt her friend's teeth playfully tug at her cuntlips. She tried to do the same to Nichole, nibbling at the wet pussy at her mouth. She nibbled. She tongued. She sucked. She caught her breath deeply, then blew as hard as she could into the opening.
"Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" Nichole protested, unable to break the hug of Cammy's thighs around her neck. Nichole's body seemed to explode into insane ecstasy as the little brunette repeated her taunting play.
She had her! Cammy knew she had her! She had Nichole throbbing with the surge of her orgasm. She felt her friend go limp beneath her, then suddenly begin to shake and tremble as never before. She tasted a new sharpness as Nichole poured her cunt-juice from, her pulsing pussy. Cammy let her ride through her climax, then felt her own powerful explosion begin. She thrashed on the bed, lost in the warming glow that raced about her body. She sucked Nichole as passionately as she felt her own pussy being devoured. They gasped and panted as the room swirled about them, as the sunlight spun over them.
"Oooooo!" Nichole panted as they finally passed the peak of their emotion. "Oooo, that was fabulous! I think I liked that just as much as fucking a boy."
Camille lay on her side and watched the heaving girl beside her. That wasn't the way she felt. She had gone through an orgasm, just as powerful an orgasm as Nichole. Still, Cammy felt unsatisfied. If some man pulled out his cock right now, she'd be ready to roll over and take him him. That's what she wanted, a good length of cock between her legs. She lay back and shivered at the thought. What was she doing over here with Nichole anyway? There were men at the fishing camp. There were men coming in along the bayou. Pierre might be looking for her, if he wasn't still peeved because she had been seen on Buck's boat. She started to get up, then turned back to her friend. As long as she was here she might as well find out what Nichole had heard about Yvonne.
She reached over and caressed Nichole's heaving tits. She cupped them gently, then stroked her waist and hips. She petted Nichole's thighs, then returned to the still taut breasts and nipples. Her friend sighed, shivered, and looked at her with misty eyes.
"Nichole," Cammy began, "what all have you heard about Yvonne?"
"Nothing much," the girl answered, averting Cammy's eyes. "Not much of anything. I guess any girl as pretty as Yvonne has all sorts of stories made up about her."
"What sort of stories?" Cammy persisted.
"Oh, the usual," Nichole said, trying to get out of the subject. "You know how people talk. If a girl, especially a married woman, shows off her figure, then people think she's putting out for all the men."
"They say Yvonne is putting out for everyone?" Cammy looked intently at her friend, trying to read the hesitant expression on her face, "Don't try to keep from upsetting me. I need to know. Look, one man has already mistaken me for Yvonne. I have to know if that might happen again."
"I don't know. Please, Cammy, I don't know anything about it, except some remarks my parents have made at one time or another."
"What remarks?" Cammy took Nichole's face in her hands and turned it back to face her. "What did they say?"
"Oh, honestly!" the girl snapped as she sat up angrily. "Why can't you drop the subject. All right, this is all I can remember right off. I heard my parents fussing one night, and Mom accused Papa of going over to your place to see Yvonne. He denied it, then said it would be a damn good idea, though. He said Yvonne knew how to look after a man, that she didn't get angry just because a man wanted to grab a little ass."
"What else?" Cammy knew there was something that Nichole was keeping from her, something that her friend was trying to cover. "Come on, there's more than that. Tell me. Tell me, or I'll never cunt suck with you again. Never!"
"It was about you and Yvonne," Nichole admitted. "They didn't really mean it. It was just a passing comment."
"What did they my?" Cammy's eyes were blazing. She had to know this.
"Just that..." Nichole began, then hesitated. "Out with it!" Cammy demanded. "Hurry up!"
"Ohhhh, that you were getting to look so much like Yvonne. Mom said that you had started walking like Yvonne. You hold your body like Yvonne. She said you stuck your ass and tits out as much as Yvonne. She said that your father had better watch out or Yvonne would have you just a big a tramp as she."
"A tramp!" Cammy said incredulously. "What did she mean?"
"I don't know. I really don't. I guess she meant that Yvonne would have you looking after the fishing parties at night, just like she does."
Later, as Camille walked along the bayou toward home, she thought over the talk about Yvonne. Her suspicions had been right. Her sister-in-law was fucking the men who came down to the camp. That's how Buck had heard about the beautiful, sexy Cajun. He saw her, dressed in almost nothing, she was the girl he had been told about.
Gilbert had heard all kinds of the talk on his fishing boat. Certainly her dad had heard some of it. They didn't seem to mind that Yvonne was being talked about all along the bayou. That didn't fit with their past actions. Shit! Either one of them could beat the hell out of any three other men. Everyone knew that. Yet she had heard of no fights over the gossip about her sister-in-law. That was strange. It was as though they approved of it.
Cammy gasped as she thought -- they did know! They knew all about it! They had even encouraged the gossip. Hell yes! That was part of the reason the Dusseaux camp was always full, even when the other camps were half-empty. Yvonne was their drawing card. The men came down to drool over the luscious brunette in the evenings. They'd go back home and tell other men about Yvonne. Then, those men would book reservations at the camp, Cammy skipped along the grassy bank. She spun in the light breeze. Gilbert would not have to go out and kill anyone for insulting Yvonne. He wanted them to talk about her. Every gossip story that went round meant more money for the family. Cammy arched her back as the boats began gliding by her on the water. She could help, too. If it made money to have Yvonne, then it would make them more money to have Yvonne and Camille. She'd join forces with her sister-in-law. They'd keep the camp overflowing. Damn right!
Chapter Seven
He couldn't keep his eyes off her. He hadn't been able to stop looking at her all evening. Cammy had enjoyed taunting the boy as she helped Yvonne serve supper. She had made sure to give him a good view of ass as she cleaned up after the meal. She'd stood close to him as he talked with her, close enough, to brush her nipples against his chest.
He had, come down with his father for the weekend. He was more interested in Cammy, however, than in fishing. He'd heard his father talking to the other men as they drove down from New Orleans about the fishing, about the food, about the sexy woman who worked at the camp. Jaime had been impressed with Yvonne. Why not? Every man was impressed with Yvonne. He had gaped at her full tits and inviting ass. His cock twitched inside his pants and watched her working about the camp when they first arrived.
Then the younger cunt had shown up. Jaime had forgotten about Yvonne as soon as he spotted the pert ass, the saucy tits, of the younger brunette. Cammy was as delicately beautiful as her sister-in-law was voluptuously sensual. The young man transferred all his attention to the girl who kept giving him those side glances, those side looks, those come-on smile. He had watched her, had felt the chemistry between them as they talked, and was determined to fuck her before he returned home.
He'd never fucked a girl this lovely. He'd fucked the broads in his neighborhood. He picked up a few easy lays in the French Quarter, girls from Mississippi down for a weekend of pot and booze and fucking. He'd never run his prick into an ass the equal of Cammy, though.
Camille leaned back against the grass. They had spread a blanket on the bank of the bayou. She lay back and stared upwards, pretending to watch the stars. Actually, she was watching the glittering eyes which gazed so warmly over her body. She lifted her knee and drew her leg upward to display the gentle curves of her ass and thigh. She thrust her tits upward, afraid they might flatten because she was laying back, but her tits stuck up for Jaime's inspection and approval. Her lush black hair spread over a shoulder and across the blanket. Cammy drew in a deep breath, happy in the knowledge that the boy was having trouble controlling her swelling prick. His hands itched to caress her teasing breasts. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat as be contemplated her reaction were he to lean over her and kiss her.
Cammy began to lose patience with the boy. Damn it, they'd been out here for almost an hour and he hadn't really touched her yet. She sighed loudly, then lifted herself on an elbow and looked at him. He smiled at her and reached over to touch her hand. At least he had reached that far, she admitted. Maybe he just needed a little coaxing to reach further. She turned her body so she knew her tits would be clearly revealed in the moonlight. He couldn't help but see them, the way her blouse hung open at the neck. She had gone bra-less tonight, hoping that might let him know that she wasn't uptight about petting.
She had really hoped Pierre would show up. Damn the stupid Frenchman anyway! She'd only fucked Buck because her Cajun didn't show up, hadn't shown up. She'd rather be tossing in the hay with Pierre right now instead of getting so scratchy about Jaime. Pierre hadn't been around, though. She was ready to ask Yvonne about him when she realized that Jaime was just a few years older than she. As she talked with him she changed that. Jaime was only a year older. She smiled as she considered that he would set a record. He would be the youngest fuck she'd ever had. That is, he would be if he could ever get off the can tonight.
Jaime stared down her blouse at her tits. His eyes kept looking over her body like he wanted to start petting her. Still, though, he just sat there and drooled. She'd have to start something fast. She'd either have to get him hard or get rid of him and go crawl in her dad's bed. That would be a hell of a fuck, she knew. Of course, she laughed to herself, she might meet Yvonne there.
No, Yvonne would either be with one of the fishermen or with Gilbert. Antoine would be alone and perhaps in need of a little pussy. Well, Jaime had better produce a cock awfully fast or she'd leave him out here to see if he could jerk off by himself.
He sensed her message. He jerked her to him quickly and kissed her roughly. Cammy didn't realize he had been building up his courage for this all night. He grabbed her and pulled her toward him, then lay across her, kissed her firmly, letting his tongue work into her mouth and force her own tongue back. He was shaking as he grabbed her tit. The softness of her tit, even through her thin blouse, shocked him. It felt just as though she had been naked. He'd felt other girls up through their bras first. The touch of bar skin excited him as he kissed her more passionately and realized that she wasn't resisting him at all. In fact, the girl was kissing him back. Her arms were around his neck.
She was twisting beneath, forcing her tit harder.
"Mmmmmm," she cooed, "I thought you'd never get around to this." Cammy pressed her tits against him, delighting in the firmness of her grasp. She rolled her other tit against his chest and taunted his ears and neck with her hands. "Yes," she murmured, "I was afraid you'd never decide to try me out."
She seemed even more beautiful to the boy as she lay beneath him, her lips moist and parted, her tits heaving excitedly against the thin white cotton. He ran his hands beneath the blouse and covered her delicious tits, then unbuttoned her blouse. He plunged his mouth onto the inviting flesh, kissing between them and turning his mouth from one to the other. He licked and sucked and kissed as her tits shimmered in the soft moonlight. Damn, but she was beautiful. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever dreamed he might fuck. She seemed so much more mature, so much more sensual than the girls back at home.
"Oooooo," Cammy shuddered as he played at her tits. "Mmmmmm, you'll have them dancing all over if you keep this up." She caressed his shoulders and sides. The young woman slipped one leg in between his and drew her knee up. Her thigh rubbed his throbbing cock, then pressed firmly into the ecstatic shaft. Cammy smiled in delight as she heard him moan and felt his body begin to twist about in erotic frenzy. She rubbed his cock harder and thrust her tits up against his face.
She hunched her pussy against his thighs, then wriggled her ass slowly to rub her cunt invitingly against him. His hand was shaking, his body trembling as he cupped one tit and kissed her tense nipple. He kissed her tit, then sucked it lovingly. He sucked her as though it were the most delicious thing he'd ever had between his lips. Cammy responded to his soft motion. She was tingling all over. Every nerve in her body was sparkling over his kisses. Cammy leaned toward his shoulders and kissed his neck. She caught his earlobe in her mouth and began sucking, running her tongue over it, feeling the surging response in his body. His cock leaped against her thigh, pounding and throbbing in excitement. She tongued his ear deeper, then alternated with light nibbles on the lobe.
"Ahhhhh!" Jaime gasped from the intensity of her teasing. "Ahhhh! You're driving me crazy with that! Damn, you're turning me on!"
"All completely intentional," she laughed. "Don't let me distract you."
He sucked frantically at each tit, then kept his lips and one hand at her tits while caressing her cunt-mound. He drew his hand back and slipped it into her shorts. She shivered in expectation as he worked down the tight shorts to her pubic hairs, fondling the hair as he worked toward her waiting pussy. Cammy shuddered with impatience. She wanted to feel him at her cuntlips. She wanted his finger on her clit. She wanted to suck that hand up her cunt.
Cammy tugged at his belt, felt the buckle give way, then unsnapped his pants and caught the zipper of his fly. Jaime gasped in relief as she unzipped him and reached inside to draw out his rigid cock. Cammy fondled the hot shaft, pumping the skin with a slow, sensuous invitation.
"Ohhhhh, my God!" he panted. "My cock is going crazy with you doing that. I've got to get at this sweet little pussy. I've got to get my hands on it right now!"
He grabbed at her shorts roughly, breaking the button which held the waistband, and pulled the material down her legs. Cammy twisted free of him for a moment and kicked the shorts off to the side. She lay waiting for him to grasp her panties and pull them off. Jaime pulled them to her thighs, then paused to lean down and kiss her pussy. He kissed her slowly, sensuously, sucking affectionately. He continued to suck her as he pulled her panties off.
"Ahhhh!" he shuddered. "What sweet meat! What a delicious pussy!"
Cammy undressed Jaime and drew his cock toward her mouth. She kissed the trembling lip, then ran her tongue over the bulging head. She reached back for his balls as she sucked slowly on the head of his frenzied cock.
"Oooo," she panted. "Ooooo, I like it! How I like it! Oooooo, what a warm, comfortable piece of meat. Mmmmmmm!"
She fingered his balls and pumped his cock. Her lips covered the head of his shaft and she sucked furiously. Jaime tongued her cunt, pressing her clit into spasms of pleasure. She felt her passion being sucked through her by his mouth and rolled about in ecstasy as they gradually straightened into a sixty-nine position. Cammy clamped her thighs against his head to hold his maddening lips against her cunt. She wrapped her arms around his thighs and caressed his ass while she began taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. He tasted salty, as well as sharp from his secretions.
He began to hunch hard, ramming his cock deeper into her mouth. She gasped a moment, afraid she would be choked if his cock were suddenly jammed down her throat. She calmed herself and anticipated the rhythm of his thrusts. She found she could take his lunging prick, letting it plunge back until it filled her throat. She sucked the driving cock, then spontaneously blew on the rampaging shaft.
"Aaaaeeee!" Jaime groaned into her pussy. He began sucking, licking, blowing until her pussy was insane with shimmering passion. They matched sucks, each determined to bring the other to the first surging orgasm. The two rolled about the blanket, their bodies thrashing wildly as they sucked and blew into each other. Cock and cunt shuddered with every nerve afire from the lusty contest.
Their hands roved over each other's ass. Cammy felt his finger circle her bum, then press into her asshole. She shuddered in fright at the possibility of discomfort. Surprisingly, she enjoyed the sensation. Jaime pumped his finger slowly, revolving it in her ass and sending additional thrills rippling through her. She was determined to give him the same treatment. Her finger explored the crease of his ass until she felt the tiny opening. She pressed firmly at it, feeling her finger slowly part his buttocks and enter the tight passage. They writhed uncontrollably, now diddling each other in the ass while they sucked cock and pussy into glowing, panting rapture.
"Mmmmmm!" she panted when the rising climax caught and shook her with exotic frenzy. "Mmmmmm!" She trembled as her body vibrated its sparks along every nerve. Jaime's cock shuddered in her mouth, plunging rapidly, wildly at her while his ass became an insane mass of frenetic energy. Cammy felt her juices beginning to ooze through her cunt passage just as the boy's load shot hotly into her mouth. She gagged on the load he emptied into her, gagged then swallowed the cum when she couldn't pull her mouth off his driving cock. They rocked on the blanket. They twisted into the pass. They rolled back to the blanket. Their bodies pounded and exploded as they embraced tightly while the orgasms whirled through their bodies.
"Ohhhhh!" Jaime gasped when they finally began to calm. "That was something else! That was a hell of a suck!"
The young man lay back, glowing. He'd never been sucked to orgasm before. He'd played with girl's pussies. He had kissed and fucked cunts. He'd had girls caress his cock, even kiss it and give it a brief, preparatory suck. He'd never, though, had a girl take his cum in her mouth. He laid his head on Cammy, resting his cheek on her tits. She caressed him and pulled him against her breasts. The sharp taste of his cum was still in her mouth. The smell of his wad clung in her nose, wafted about her as it merged with her own odor.
She shivered from the evening breeze blowing across the water and chilling their naked bodies. Cammy snuggled down onto the blanket and nestled up to the boy's warm chest. She felt such a delicious sense of well being. She had aided the family camp. She'd provided the boy with something to tell his friends back home. That might bring in a few extra reservations next month.
"I didn't expect you," Jaime sighed as he turned his face to kiss her tits. "I'd heard about the other girl, Yvonne. No one said anything about you, though."
"What did you hear about Yvonne?" Cammy asked. This was her chance to learn exactly what was being said. Now she would know about Gilbert's wife. She held her breath as she waited for him to kiss her tits again before answering.
"What a body she had on her," the boy answered. "That all they said?" Cammy pressed him. Damn, she could have told him that! "They didn't tell anymore than that?"
"Not exactly," he mumbled, turning to suck and kiss her nipples. "They implied that sometimes she screwed around with some of the men. I don't think it was ever said outright, though. It was just that she was worth coming down here for, that none of the other camps had anything to match her."
"How do you feel now that you've been hem?" Cammy caressed his shoulders, feeling his cock beginning to stiffen again.
"Who cares about Yvonne?" he panted as he caressed her tits, then sucked them wildly as he stroked her thighs and rubbed her pussy. "There's a hell of a lot more to this camp than Yvonne, no matter how big her tits are."
Camille caught his cock and began to massage it to a new hardness. She pumped him, taunting his balls, twisting her tits against him. He kissed her and shuddered at the force with which she sucked. The girl moved her ass back and forth, rubbing her pussy around the head of his renewed shaft.
"Damn!" Jaime muttered. "You've got me all hot to fuck again."
"Exactly what I planned," Cammy whispered in a voice husky with desire. "Don't think I'm going to settle for one little suck. I want a good fuck. I want to feel a healthy cock going crazy in my pussy."
Jaime pointed his cock toward her cunt and rammed it between her pussy lips. He rubbed the knob against her cunt until she was writhing in delight beneath him. "As soft and sweet as your pussy is, I don't see how a prick could help but go wild inside it."
The little brunette hunched against his cock, wrapped her legs around him, and pressed her tits ecstatically against his chest. She began to shake and tremble with rapidly growing desire. Their lips met in a demanding, devouring kiss. She shivered as they each sucked violently on the other's mouth. Their tongues met in erotic contest while Jaime began to hunch his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"Ooooo!" she squealed. "That's better. Fuck me harder!"
Cammy yielded to his driving passion. She lay back in rapture as he fucked harder and harder. He groped at her tits, his fingers twitching her nipples into hard knobs of trembling, panting ecstasy. She gasped and groaned as his cock plunged roughly into her. He stretched her pussy with his twisting, plunging thrusts. He inflamed her cunt with the shuddering heat of his prick.
"Ahhhhh!" he groaned. "I've caught that pussy now! Uhhhhmmmmm! I'm going to fill that cunt with hot cock!"
"Oooo, yes!" she squealed. "Do it! Fill me up! Fuck me! Fuck me all night! Fuck me! Fill me with cock! Ooooo!"
She rode him as he fucked her on the blanket. She felt the wool beneath rubbing her ass raw. She felt his enraged cock rubbing her pussy raw. His hands tore at her tits until they were burning from the rough massage. Everything he did merely heightened her passion. Every bruise became a point of surging flame, sending impassioned heat shimmering through her body. Cammy gasped and panted as they roared into an ecstatic orgasm together. She humped on his cock as it unloaded in her. She thrilled to the gushing cum inside her.
"Ooooo, my God! My God!" she shrieked. "That's a hell of a cock! Ooooo! I feel it going off! Ooooo! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
He fucked her. He fucked her until she felt the blanket had begun whirling round and round. He fucked her as she shivered and shuddered in a long, intense orgasm.
Chapter Eight
"Cut that out!" Cammy gasped as the boys grabbed at her tits. "What the hell you think you're doing?"
"We're going to see what you been passing around," Dustin LaPlace laughed as he pulled her blouse up over her bra so they could get their hot hands on her heaving breasts. "You been fucking a lot lately. We heard about that. Now we're going to let you pass the pussy around."
She should have suspected something. She should never have let them lure her into the car. Cammy knew it now as her bra was jerked away and her skirt pulled up. Soon a hand crept up her thighs toward her pussy.
They had seemed sincere enough as they pulled the car over beside her after she came out of the small grocery and started to walk back home, enjoying the warm Saturday afternoon sunshine. Charles Picard leaned out the window and waved her over. She could see the smiling faces of Dustin in the middle and Edouard Chavasse behind the steering wheel.
"Come on!" Charles called cheerily. "We'll run you home. We're just trying to stay out of trouble anyway."
Cammy studied the smiling faces, debating whether they might have something more on their minds. The last time she was alone with Charles he nabbed her ass roughly and ran his finger along her crotch. That was before Cammy had learned how much fun a fuck could be. She had knocked the shit out of him as soon as he tried it. She felt a danger warning ringing somewhere in her brain, shrugged it off and nodded her approval.
"I'll ride in back with her," Dustin announced as he climbed in behind her. Edouard stamped down on the accelerator and spun the wheels of the car as he pulled off onto the narrow road. Cammy leaned back against the seat. As she did, Dustin's arm crept over her shoulders, pulling her against him. He hugged her roughly, catching her off guard as he got his other hand across her hips and cupped her ass firmly.
"Damn if I'm going to let you have all the fun!" Charles called out. She could see him through the corner of her eye as he crawled over the front seat and across her struggling body until he was on the other side of her. He reached around her waist and cupped her tit in his rough hand. The two boys began groping at her, rubbing her tits and thighs, slipping hands up her thighs, trying to reach inside her tight skirt and get to her pussy.
"Hey!" she protested. "Cut that out! What the hell you think you're doing?"
"We're going to see what you've been passing around," Dustin panted. "We're going to let you pass the pussy around."
"The hell you are!" she muttered, trying to knee at them. She twisted beneath the wild grasping hands. She worked her arm free and tried to strike the LaPlace boy beside her. The car was too small for her to get much of an angle to swing at him. He laughed as he caught her feeble effort. He twisted her arm down and leaned over into her face.
"You take it easy," he ordered. "Keep fighting like that and you're liable to get hurt." He leered into her face, then turned his head slightly to the side and planted his mouth over her lips. He kissed her roughly, pushing her head back against the seat, ramming his tongue between her lips, sucking quickly at her breath.
"You guys work her up all you like," Edouard called back from the front seat. "Just remember that I get first crack at her pussy."
"Where you get that idea?" Charles panted as he buried his face in her trembling tits. He rubbed his cheeks against the soft breasts, then lifted up again. "Why do you think you should get this pussy first?"
"My car," Edouard snapped back. "Besides, who suggested we try her out?"
"Someone has to go first," Dustin said. "I don't really care, just so I get a crack at her tail. Let him warm her up, Charles. He'll get her while she's still frightened. We'll get her after her pussy gets all greased and ready."
"Maybe," Picard grumbled. "Still, I don't think he ought to just automatically have the first fuck."
He gave in, though. He gave in and began to suck on her tits noisily. Dustin relinquished his claim on Cammy's breasts and made her pussy his central concern. He found the side button and zipper, released them and pulled her tight skirt down.
"Damn, if that isn't a beautiful sight!" he gasped as he looked at the soft, dark mass of hair beneath her nearly transparent panties. He reached, for her crotch and caressed her pussy through the panties. He pressed his finger into her cunt-mound and then dragged it sensuously.
The pleasure their play gave her only angered Cammy more. Damn them, they had no business going after her this way Cammy would have fucked any of the three, perhaps even all three, if they had gone about it in a nice way. She was damned, though, if she wanted them to think they could get in her pussy by acting like this. She struggled, but was forced back against the seat, helpless before the sucking mouth of one bay, the groping hand of the other.
Edouard had turned off the narrow road and drove along a dirt road into a clump of trees border by water. He stopped the car and turned to watch Cammy struggle helplessly in the back seat. His cock quivered in anticipation of getting in that little pussy. He watched her tits heave frantically as she tried to twist away from Charles and his devouring mouth.
"All right," Edouard announced, anxious to get his part in the action, "This is as good a place as any!"
He opened the door for the two other boys to drag the struggling girl from the car. As they carried her over to a soft, grassy area beneath the trees, he opened the trunk and brought out a sleeping bag. His prick was throbbing in excitement as he walked aver to the others and unrolled the bag on the grass.
"That should take care of her," he laughed. "We don't want to have her ass bruised, do we?"
"Shit!" Dustin answered. "I'm more concerned about myself. That'll keep me from burning my knees and elbows."
Cammy caught the opportunity as they laughed together to lift her knee and kick in the direction of the Chavasse boy. She missed his groin, catching him on the hip. He spun toward her, his eyes blazing in anger. He dodged another kick and caught her foot, holding her helpless as he lifted foot and leg into the air.
"Damn little bitch wants to have it rough," he commented. "All right take her down for me. Hold her down there so I can get my piece of pussy!"
He helped his buddies spread her on the opened sleeping bag. Dustin pulled her arms over her head and held her as he knelt on her elbows. She tried to kick with the one foot that was free. She lashed out without success, then felt Charles catch it and pin her legs while Edouard stood above her and unzipped his pants.
"You might as well calm down," he laughed, brandishing his excited cock in front of her. "This old prick is going up your pussy whether you fight or enjoy it. All you're doing is making it tough on yourself."
She tried to twist free as he dropped down. He helped Charles spread her legs apart, then hunched over her cunt. Cammy gasped and cursed them but was defenseless to prevent his cock from driving into her pussy. She felt the hardened shaft part her cuntlips and move over her cunt. He pumped slowly, then drove his cock deeper into her body.
"Ahhhhh!" he gasped. "I knew I'd get it in there. About time we fed that pussy some Cajun cock."
He thrust himself into her, reaching for her tits. Cammy shuddered at his touch when he began to fondle and mash her breasts. His cock seemed to be growing larger as it pumped her, thicker and hotter. Edouard trembled with excitement, groping ecstatically at her tits, thumbing the nipples, pulling the soft flesh upward, squeezing harshly. Cammy rolled about as much as she could being restrained by the three boys. Her breath started coming in shorter pants.
She cursed herself for her weakness. She was being raped. She was having the damn cock stuck up her against her will. Still, she was responding to it. She clenched her teeth, determined that she wouldn't respond. No way would she enjoy the cock. No way would she have an orgasm with him. No way!
"Uhh!" Edouard panted, his cock ripping more angrily into her tender cunt. He thrust madly to heighten the friction and gasped and shuddered above her, the tempo of his plunges increasing as her pussy drove him to a frenzy.
"God! What a sweet pussy!" he mumbled. "Oh, damn! What a piece of tail! Ohhhh, my! What a sweet little fuck!"
Cammy felt his cock shuddering inside her as he built up rapidly. Her ass was sore from the force with which he drove his cock into her. Her pussy numbed slightly from too rapid a balling before her juices had a chance to lubricate her. She lay back submissively as he fucked her harder and harder.
"Way to take her!" Charles shouted in encouragement. "That's the way to give her a taste of cock. Come on, man! Fuck the hell out of her! Tear her pussy apart! God! That's beautiful to watch. I've never seen anything like this before! Fuck her! Fuck her!"
"Ahhh!" Edouard gasped, his body beginning to shake hard. He shuddered and shook as he fucked. His cock was insane inside her, his hands maddened as they worked over her tits. Cammy held her breath, hoping he would shoot his wad soon and get it over. She wished that she had let herself respond to him. She wished she had tried to calm him down before he started fucking her. Too late now. There was no way she could stop him. There was no way she could slow him down.
"She likes it!" Dustin shouted from above her. "Look at her, man! Look at the way those tits bounce! Look at her face! Oh, God, she likes it! Hurry, Edouard, give it to her. Let's see how she acts when you unload that cock in her."
Cammy's numbness was subsiding. Slowly, her pussy was aroused. Her juices had finally begun oiling her passage, easing the thrusts of his enraged cock. Her tits began to glow from their treatment. Her thighs trembled with delight. She was taking all he could give her and surviving it. Edouard was the one who panting and gasping. He was the one in her power.
Cammy let her pussy taunt his frantic cock. She contracted her muscles over the shaft and felt the shuddering response which shook the boy. She slowly and sensuously rolled her ass while her cunt grasped at his rampaging shaft.
"Ohhhhh!" the boy shouted in heaving gasps. "What she's doing to me! She's eating my pecker. Damn it! That pussy is biting on my cock! Ohhhh, what a fuck! What a wild, gorgeous fuck!"
"If she's that good, then hurry up, damn it!"
Dustin muttered. "Hurry the hell up! There are two more cocks waiting. You going to take all day for one fuck?"
"I'll take as long as I can," Edouard panted in response. "Shit! I never got into pussy like this before. Sure not about to see how quick I can make it. My pecker's gonna go off any time! Ohhhh! Uhhhh!"
Cammy felt him lose control of his cock. He fought to prolong the fuck, but it was futile. He tried to hold back the spurting cum, but too late. His cock had already begun to release its hot charge. His climax was quick and unfulfilling. Cammy wanted to laugh over it. One moment he was building up for a mammoth explosion inside her, the next moment he was frantically trying to stop the seeping cum and let go of it at the same time. He failed and lay panting and gasping on her, his body pounding with frustration as his cock emptied itself in a weak flow of jizz.
Cammy felt the warmth gradually spread through her pussy. She lay back and shivered at the sensual touch of his cock, its plunges now slow and deliberate. Edouard tried one last effort to renew his frantic fucking. He balled at her roughly, trying to force one final moment of lust-maddened fucking. He dry-fucked her a few minutes, then accepted the inevitable. Slowly he withdrew from her and kissed her tits before rolling aside for the next boy to take his turn.
Cammy watched Charles and Edouard swap positions and she lay back calmly. They didn't need to hold her down. Shit! They'd already made her fuck one of them. She might as well make it easier on herself the next two times.
"No need to hold me dawn," she muttered. "You'd catch me before I could get anywhere if I tried to run away. Let me rest my arms a minute before anybody else fucks me."
They looked at her, trying to see if she was only setting up a chance to break away from them. When she didn't make a move they slowly released their holds on her. The little brunette watched as Edouard toyed with his still swollen cock. She smiled up at him, hoping that he didn't plan another fuck after the other two had finished.
"Step aside, bays," Charles commanded. "Let me show you, how to screw this girl."
Chapter Nine
He had taken his pants and shorts off. Charles stepped toward her with his cock thrusting up from his black pubic hair. He leered down at the beautiful young woman, licking his lips as he watched the shadows of the trees play on her luscious young tits. Charles pumped his cock in excitement as he stepped toward her.
"God, what a dish!" he murmured. "Look at those tits! I've been wanting to fuck those tits for two or three yearn. I can get to the pussy later. First, I want to let my cock feel those soft tits!"
He sat down across her hips and began to fondle her breasts. Cammy watched the lust which filled his mouth and eyes the way his nostrils flared as he touched her tits. He swallowed excitedly and caught a single tit between both hands. He pulled the breast upward, his thumbs rubbing the nipple until he had it glowing with desire. Tiny sparks of delight shot out from the button, shimmering through the areolas and rippling over the shining skin.
"Ohhhh, what a pair of tits!" he panted as he switched to the other and repeated his treatment. "Best pair of boobs in school. Shit! Except maybe for your brother's wife, these are the best tits on the bayou. God! How they turn me on. Always have. Every day at school I think about what I'm going to do when I get my hands on them. I dream about how I'm going to cuddle them and kiss them. I planed how I'm going to fuck them. Now I've got them. They're right here in my hands. Damn, but it drives me crazy just to look at them!"
He fondled Cammy's tits more firmly. He cupped them and cuddled them. His fingers ran over them, letting the satin skin arouse him into trembling ecstasy. He leaned down and lifted one to his mouth and began to suck on the shimmering globe. Cammy felt as though he was about to swallow her breast. He sucked nipple, areola, a large portion of the swelling tit into his open mouth and his tongue licked her nipple. She felt the suction drawing her breast into tingling passion.
"Mmmmmm," he sighed as he moved to the other. "They taste as good as they look. They feel softer and silkier than I imagined. They taste so fresh and sweet. Damn what a pair of knockers!"
He began sucking her nipples and tits in a wild frenzy. Clammy felt her tits swelling as she thrust her tits at him openly, invitingly. She shivered at the thought that his treatment must be increasing their size. They had served her well as they were. If he kept working them like this, they'd be as large as Yvonne's.
Yvonne! She suddenly wondered if this was why her sister-in-law had such a large pair of tits. Maybe Gilbert sucked them cc this. Maybe there were other men along the bayou who took turns in giving Yvonne this kind of loving. Perhaps even Charles had fucked her sister-in-law. He had mentioned Yvonne a moment ago. Cammy tried to remember what he had said. She struggled to recall what expression had been in his eyes as he spoke of the luscious woman. She gave up. She had waited too long before realizing she might learn something by watching his expression.
"What the hell you doing?" Dustin called down to his friend. "You going to spend all day with her tits. Fuck her man! That's what we brought her here for. Shit! If you want to just suck those tits, maybe I ought to climb on behind her and get in a little fucking."
"Get lost!" Charles called back to him. "This is my fuck and I'll fuck her the way I like. I'll get to her pussy, but first I'm going to have my way with her tits. You can fuck her however you like when it's your turn."
"Leave him alone!" Edouard, scolded Dustin. "We're not going to complain if you want to play with her ass a little bit. Shut up and let Charles have his fun."
Dustin grumbled a moment, then lapsed into silence. Charles lifted his face from her tits and sat up on Cammy again. He slipped his ass along her torso until his cock waved directly over her tits.
"Now!" he exclaimed. "Now I'm going to see how they feel around my hot pecker."
He pushed his cock down between her tits and pulled the flesh over his steaming shaft. He held his prick in place with her tits and began to move it back and forth. Cammy looked down at her chest. She could see the reddening head of his pecker slide out from the flesh of her tits with each thrust. She looked up at the boy's face and saw the pleasure in his eyes.
"Ooooo!" he panted. "Oooooo, what a pair! What a pair of soft tits. My cock is going crazy!"
She could feel his cock shudder as it plunged between her breasts. The ecstatic trembling carried to her body. Her tits tingled as they were massaged by the warm rod. Cammy shivered from the erotic sensations. She twisted slowly beneath him, her passion rising at the stimulation produced by his cock.
"Mmmm," she sighed. "Oooooo! That's turning me on!"
"See there!" Charles shouted in triumph to his friends. "She's feeling it. She likes it! Girls always like to have their tits fucked. She'll be lathered up good by the time I run this pecker up her pussy. Come on, honey! Feel that cock against those tits. Let it heat them up! Oooooo, my God, they feel good against it!"
They did! Cammy had to admit that her tits were trembling in delight at the feelings which surged through them. His cock had turned them into shuddering globes of erotic thrill. She twisted, trying to increase the tension of his cock.
Charles trembled on top of her and Cammy felt his ass begin to pulse wildly as he thrust his cock with maddened abandon. He was gasping as he fucked her tits harder and harder, his cock shuddering as though ready to deposit its load between her tits.
"Uhhhh!" he gasped. "Uhhhh! Can't take any more of these tits! Uhhhh! Too beautiful! Have to get to the pussy before it's too late!"
He dropped down her body and brought the head of his prick to her cunt. Charles wasted no time in driving it inside her. He lunged once and buried the shaft into her panting pussy. She gasped as he stretched her cunt with his entrance and began to pump madly into her.
Cammy responded to the frenzied fucking, shuddering and feeling the spasms of delight running through her.
"That's better!" Dustin shouted. "Hell, that's the way to fuck her! Get her, Charles! Fuck her tail off!"
Cammy wrapped her legs around the boy, hunching at the delicious cock, urging him on toward his climax. She could hear the soft sounds of his cock sliding through her lubricants. She could hear the soft slapping of his balls. She thrust her tits against his chest and rode him as he plunged and thrust with wilder and wilder delight.
"Uhh! Uhhhh!" he gasped. "Uhhhh! Fuck you! Let that pussy feel a good piece of cock! Uhhhh!"
"Oooooo!" she moaned as she rolled back and forth. She urged him frantically, her orgasm approaching. She rubbed her tits against him and hugged him tightly as he fucked her with long, shuddering stabs. She felt his spasms begin to take possession of him. His cock was almost standing still. It poised in her cunt, trembling frantically, on the verge of erupting into his powerful orgasm. Cammy felt her own moment of frozen ecstasy. She was suspended for a moment, ready to respond to the first spurt of cum to hit the walls of her cunt.
They remained that way for only a second. Then their orgasms exploded inside them. Charles let go the charge which swelled up in his cock. As he became a swirling mass of motion, Cammy felt her own orgasm rise to meet him. They thrashed on the sleeping bag. They rolled off onto the grass.
They hunched and pulsed -- their bodies merged into a single frantic explosion of passion.
"My God!" She heard Edouard exclaim through the haze, "they're going to kill each other. Look at the way they is going at it! Oh, what a balling he's giving her!"
They fucked through the organ, then lay limp beside each other. Dustin suggested that he'd better wait a minute before getting his tail. He and Edouard walked to the car and brought back a small bottle of whiskey. They each took a couple of drinks, then offered it to Cammy and Charles. Charles reached up and took the bottle. He turned it up and drank deeply. He offered it to Cammy. She reached for the bottle, then drew her hand back and shook her head. Antoine would hit the ceiling if she showed up for supper with booze on her breath. She might be able to slip in for a quick shower to wash the cum off her, but she'd never be able to get rid of the smell of the whiskey.
Dustin grabbed the bottle and took another deep swallow. He shuddered, ten grinned down at Cammy. He took yet another drink before relinquishing the bottle.
"All right, baby," he laughed. "You've had your rest. Now lot's get on with the fucking."
He removed his dotes and dropped don beside her. His hands circled her and pulled her back onto the sleeping bag, turning her onto her knees and elbows. Dustin knelt between her legs, his cock against her ass. He reached beneath her and grabbed her tit, pulling them sensuously. Cammy felt the heat of his cock against her ass as he began massaging her tits, thumbing over them and palming the nipples until he had restored the tingling warmth.
"Charles is a tit man," he laughed. "Me, I'm an ass man. I want to feel my cock against that saucy ass while I'm loving you up. Damn if you don't have the sexiest little ass I ever saw, the softest, sweetest ass I ever got my prick against."
He fondled her tits with one hand while the other moved down her tummy. He ran his finger around her navel, taunting and teasing until Cammy was panting and twisting from the sensuous effect. He slowed his finger, but continued to play with her navel. He circled inside the indention while fingering her nipples with his free hand. Cammy shivered in delight at the soft, gentle teasing.
She had expected Dustin to be rougher with her. He had sure sounded rough as he urged the other boys on. She had expected him to be as brisk and quick as Edouard had been. It was a very pleasant surprise to find him this soft and gentle as he prepared her for his fuck. She eased backwards and wiggled her ass erotically against his warm cock. She let it press along the crease in her ass and hunched up and down to try and provide sensual stimulation.
"Uhh," he moaned, "what a fantastic ass! What a delicious tail. I want to get you all heated up, then fuck that tail off you."
She shivered at his words. His cock seemed a little smaller than any prick she'd taken in her pussy yet. Still, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing with his hands at her navel and at her tits. She would have to surmise that he could be just as proficient with his cock, whatever its size.
"Ooooo!" she cried as his hand moved from her navel and stroked through her cunt hairs.
He laughed behind her, his cock pulsing against her ass, trembling along the crack between her buttocks. He fingered the lips of her pussy with the same deft touch that had ignited her tits and navel. He teased and taunted her cuntlips, then slipped just inside. She wagged her ass, letting her pussy caress the tip of his finger. Tingling tremors rippled through her cunt at his touch.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, nestling closer to him. "I want your finger in me. Reach inside, Dustin. Spread my pussy over that crazy finger of yours!"
He complied with her wishes. He complied slowly and deliberately, though. He still caressed her softly, tauntingly, building up an insatiable desire in her for him. Cammy wanted him to get rough with her. She ached for him to start mauling her. Her body was throbbing for rougher treatment. Her pussy was aching for him to work her over. Instead he eased his finger teasingly into her pussy. He teased her cunt until she was gasping for breath. He finally slipped his finger past her clit and began to stroke the walls of her pussy.
Cammy raised her head, then began tossing from side to side.
"Ooooooo!" she panted as she felt him arousing her passions. He began to finger-fuck her firmly. His hand closed over a tit and mashed it about her chest. Cammy shivered as her passion began to soar in response to his increased fervor.
She felt his cock drive between her thighs and Cammy clamped her thighs against the warm shaft. The knob rubbed against her cunt. He pumped against the lips of her pussy until she was ready to scream in ecstasy. She felt the sharp pangs of desire shooting through her cunt, through her ass, through her thighs. She gasped and trembled from the pounding lust which was filling her.
"Fuck me!" she shrieked intensely. "Fuck me! I want your cock in me! Ooooooh! Don't keep me hanging like this! Fuck me!"
"Sure I'll fuck you," Dustin laughed. "I told you I was going to get that tail of yours."
Cammy waited with shimmering anticipation, expecting to feel his cock glided into her wet cunt. She was quivering in expectation of his cock-head rubbing past her clit and lunging deep up her pussy. She gasped in shock as she felt his hot shaft against her ass instead. The rigid prick parted her buttocks and pressed against her bum.
"Hey!" she protested. "Not there! Please! Not there!"
"They warned you," Charles called down from above them. "He told you he wanted to fuck your ass."
The two observers laughed loudly and drunkenly as they watched her struggle against Dustin's prick as it jammed frantically into her tight asshole. Cammy felt her skin stretch to allow its entrance. She felt as though he were tearing her skin as his prick drove steadily up her ass. She gasped and struggled against his determination.
"Easy, little girl," he soothed in her ear. "Your ass can take it!"
He held her against his cock with his hand over her pussy, one finger reaching deep inside her. She tried to pull her ass from his prick without success. The hard rod continued its steady drive deeper and deeper into her. Cammy tried to relax her ass.
"That's better," Dustin assured her as his cock was buried between her buttocks. "That does it. Relax, baby. I'm in there now. Time for fun!"
His finger pumped in her pussy, knuckles dragging across her clit until she was again shuddering. Her cunt contracted around the taunting finger. Her tits swelled into his hand which fondled them so firmly, so thoroughly. She felt him slowly begin to pump his cock. Cammy held her breath, surprised that she had adjusted so well. She gave in to his taunting, teasing caresses.
She rode with him as he increased the tempo of his fuck.
"Ooooooeeee!" she shrieked when his cock finally began to shudder inside her. "Let it go! Fill me up! Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She felt briefly again that he was about to tear her ass apart. She felt it when he finally unloaded his cock in her. The warm cum spurted into her asshole and she shuddered, then exploded into her own powerful orgasm.
"Ooooooeeee!" she cried. "Fuck me! That's great! Give it to me! Fuck me till my ass falls off!"
Chapter Ten
"I can trust you to stay out of trouble, can't I?" Yvonne asked Cammy as they walked down Chartres Street. Around them the noisy crowds of tourists and French Quarter types moved along the narrow street, in and out of the shops. Cammy looked up at the beautiful woman and smiled. Trouble? After yesterday afternoon? Hell, yes. The last thing in the world that interested her right now was a hard piece of cock. Her body was still sore from that gang-fuck. Her ass, especially, was still sore from the reaming Dustin gave it.
"I'LI be all right," the girl assured her. "You worry about yourself, the way you look today." She was right. Yvonne had never seemed more beautiful. Her hot pink dress showed off her black hair, her dark brown eyes, her fabulous body. It was Yvonne who could get in trouble the way she was dressed. Especially in the French Quarter.
This was the first time Cammy had come with her sister-in-law to New Orleans. She'd gone any number of limes, maybe two or three trips a month, with Antoine Gilbert. There was a special magic, though, in coming with Yvonne. The dark-haired beauty seemed to belong in New Orleans. She had lived there for several years before she married Gilbert. Yvonne knew all about the quarter, knew many of the shop owners and artists. Cammy felt important as she walked beside Yvonne and watched the men eye them both.
"It will take me a couple of hours to finish my business," the older girl said. "Have, fun, then, and meet me in the coffee shop later."
The luscious woman turned down Toulouse Street and walked away briskly. Cammy watched her long, slender legs, her softly swinging ass, her long, beautiful black hair. Damn, she was beautiful! What business did she have? No one ever said. Yvonne made her periodic trips to New Orleans on business, but the exact nature of the business was always kept secret. Cammy had sometimes imagined that the lovely woman was a spy, a CIA agent, something like that. She sure as hell knew everybody of importance in Louisiana.
That's her business, Cammy insisted to herself. She walked on toward Jackson Square, thinking of watching some of the artists hawking their paintings along the fence. She'd watched one before who painted with both hands at once. He would take a large board and paint a bayou scene with both hands, then cut it up and sell it piecemeal.
She paused at the corner of the Pontalba Apartments where Yvonne had lived. That always seemed a little strange to the young woman. She'd heard that the apartments were expensive, that they were generally reserved for important political people. How had Yvonne managed to get in the middle of that?
Yvonne again! Cammy insisted to herself that she wasn't going to think any more of her sister-in-law until time to meet her. She walked around the square, looking idly at the constantly repeated scenes of the French Quarter. It seemed as though all the artists painted the same thing. They might be different sizes, in different frames, but they were all of maybe a dozen different scenes. They must paint them aver and over, too. She recognized one gray-haired painter from another visit. He was displaying the same eight paintings she had seen before.
"Portrait?" a cheerful voice called out to her. "Do your portrait?"
She looked up at the huge man. He was bald, but had a full red beard. His blue eyes sparkled down at her. He smiled warmly at her. With his hands spread in an attitude of helplessness, he pleaded with her.
"You made me fall in love with you," he told her. "So you have to let me paint your portrait. You walked right into my life just then. You can't walk right out again, not without letting me paint you."
Cammy laughed at him. Their eyes met in a sparkle of good humor. He looked up and down her body in total appreciation. The girl shivered in delight at the way he looked her over. She was just a bit sorry she hadn't worn some outfit like Yvonne's. She had on a simple blouse and slacks and still he looked at her like she was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen.
"Na money," she laughed, spreading her hands as helplessly as he had spread his. "Sorry."
"So what's money?" he asked. "I didn't ask you to buy a portrait, did I? I asked you to let me paint your portrait. That way I have something to remember you by."
Cammy looked over at the display of paintings along the fence. He wasn't bad, to be honest. He wasn't really good, either. His portraits looked like they were copied from photographs in movie magazines. They had no real flair, but they were crisp, clear likenesses. She hesitated, then turned to go.
"It's just too hot to sit here for an hour," she told him and began walking from him. He walked along with her as she left, his eyes still twinkling at her.
"It's cool in my apartment," he told her. "And you can have a glass of wine while you sit."
Afterwards, Cammy was never sure exactly why she agreed. She had promised Yvonne to stay out of trouble, even though the older girl was probably kidding. Still, she would never have normally speed to go to his apartment. Perhaps it was the twinkle in his blue eyes. Perhaps it was the intriguing incongruity between his bald head and the full beard. Perhaps it was just a hidden desire to do something different. For whatever reason, Cammy looked at him a moment, then speed.
"Roger," he smiled, extending his hand. "I'm Roger Braxton."
"Camille Dusseaux," she responded, then walked with him as he led her down St. Ann Street to his apartment in a building between Chartres and Rue Royale. They walked through the gate and entered a small courtyard. Several couples were sitting there sketching. They nodded at Roger and looked Cammy over with approving smiles. She felt their warm gazes as she climbed the stairs with Roger and was ushered into his small, sparsely furnished apartment.
The red-bearded man immediately brought out a bottle of wine and opened it. He gave her a glass and took one himself and stood looking her over with intense study. His eyes towed honest appreciation as they raved over her curves. He didn't seem to be lusting after her, just frankly approving every inch of her. It gave Cammy a delicious feeling to meet with such a gaze from an artist. Roger should know what was beautiful in a woman. He made her foci exquisitely beautiful just the way he looked at her.
"What I'd really like to do," he said, "is to paint you in the nude. You know, do some figure studies on you. I don't get many chances to sketch a body as perfect as yours. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
He said it so smoothly that she had agreed before she fully realized it. She glanced around the room, saw the lovely nude paintings which filled the walls, and nodded her agreement. Sit, if he had painted all these women and thought she had such a perfect body, it was the least thing she could do. She agreed and let him lead her through a doorway into his bedroom. She froze for a moment, but he walked away from her and picked up a sketch pad and pencil.
"All right, take them and lay across the bed," he ordered her matter of hotly. Cammy hesitated, looked at the business-like manner he had assumed, and began undressing. After all, she began telling herself, most artists are queen anyway. She would be in greater danger were she a boy. She slipped out of her clothes and lay across the bed.
Roger came over to her and arranged her body the way he wanted. His hands were very precise and business-like as he touched her. He didn't let his fingers linger on her tits or thighs or ass. He merely arranged her and stepped back to begin sketching rapidly.
He sketched her in a reclining position, then sketched her laying on her tummy and looking up.
He sketched her on her side, then sitting in a weird position with both legs tucked beneath her. Cammy began to enjoy the different ways he posed her. She kept sipping her wine until her head felt light and giddy.
"Let's take a break for a minute," Roger sighed as he tossed his latest sketch aside. "I need to rest my eyes a moment."
He refilled his glass, then brought the bottle over and pound more into Cammy's. As he pound she turned carelessly, letting the wine splash across her chest and down on her thigh. Before she realized it, Roger had set his glass down and taken her by the upper arm.
"Can't let good wine go to waste," he laughed and leaned toward her. He licked the wine from her shoulder and chest. Cammy laughed at the feel of his thick beard brushing over her. She giggled at the ticklish feeling his tongue produced licking over her body. He licked her thigh, his beard brushing into her cunt hairs, then suddenly began licking and kissing more passionately. Cammy was caught by surprise. She started to struggle, then decided to let him play with her. It was fun. She had never had her body kissed and loved like this before. She was tingling from the soft, teasing touch of his lips and tongue and beard.
"Mmmmm," he laughed, "That's the best wine I ever tasted. I should try this more often."
He kissed her shoulders, then moved down onto her tit. Her soft skin stung from the beard, then began to shimmer from the delicious way he licked and kissed. He sucked lightly at a nipple, then continued to kiss her tits, the tops, the bottoms, the sides, in between. He sucked them into swollen delight before moving. He kissed her thighs, inching ever closer toward her pussy, getting nearer and nearer her panting cunt.
"Mmmmm," Cammy admitted. "I like that better than the wine. Give me another glass and I'll pour it all over me."
Roger looked up at her. His blue eyes twinkled. He reached back and handed her the bottle. His lips spread into a broad smile as his eyes dared her to do what she had just suggested. Cammy looked at him in her most sultry fashion. The wine had done its work. She was in no mood to have a dare called on her. She lifted the wine bottle and poured the remainder over her pussy. Cammy smiled as she handed the bottle back to Roger.
"I'll be damned!" he exclaimed. "That's the prettiest thing I ever saw." His huge body began to shake as he laughed with her. He sat the bottle down and grabbed her thighs. His huge hands spread her legs wide and he moved toward her cunt. He licked at the wine. He licked her pussy. He licked into her pussy. Cammy lay back and laughed as he licked and sucked at her. She closed her thighs against his face, feeling his beard tickle her satin skin. The little brunette rolled on the bed, twisting him about as she hugged him with her legs.
"Mmmmm!" he panted at her cunt. "Best wine I ever tasted! Damn if this isn't the finest vintage I can imagine." His immense body shook as he laughed loudly, then sucked and kissed and licked at her pussy with greater fervor.
Cammy sensed a familiar lust building in her loins. That was what had been wrong yesterday when the boys fucked her -- there wasn't any fun. Roger was enjoying the fuck itself. He was making it a fun thing. Fucking was play to him. That excited Cammy. She'd been too serious with her screwing in the past. It was a hell of a lot of fun to fuck. It was especially fun with someone like Roger who had such a fabulous sense of humor.
"Oooooo!" she squealed in delight. "Keep me supplied with wine and I'll keep you busy all day."
"You have wine of your own flowing down here now," he chuckled. "This precious little cunt is making its own wine. It's putting out a much finer wine than I could ever afford."
He continued sucking her. The girl shivered in ecstasy as he sucked her into shimmering passion. Her breath came in short gasps. She was unable to hold still on the bed. Roger kept working at her until she could feel the juices pouring through her cunt.
Cammy ran a finger over his earlobes and made small, soft circles. His huge body began to shudder as she teased him into desire as great as her own. She kept at him, matching the way he was sucking her pussy into wild fury. She wanted his cock! She wanted his cock in her hands. She wanted him to pull his cock out and drive it into her.
"Please!" she cried. "Don't tease me any more. Fuck me, Roger. I want your cock in me. Please fuck me!"
"I never let a girl beg," he cautioned her. "I don't believe a girl ever ought to have to ask to be fucked. You want my cock? All you have to do is say so. Glad to oblige a beautiful girl."
He stepped back from the bed and slipped out of his clothes. Cammy stared at his thick cock. It looked delicious, tantalizing. His torso, however, was something else. His size was frightening to her. Damn, he was big! He'd mash her for sure. He'd crush her beneath that massive body.
"Really," he assured her. "I haven't hurt a girl yet. I fuck them all the time, but have yet to have the first complaint."
The great hulk of a man crawled onto the bed beside her. The springs creaked from his weight. The mattress sagged as he lay back against the sheets. He pulled Cammy on top of him and held her, his hands working at the sides of her tits as he pulled her up until his cock was throbbing against her cunt.
"See!" he smiled. "This way you don't have to worry at all. You do the riding. I'll do the fucking."
He let her settle on him and smiled as she nestled her pussy down on the hard shaft. Cammy trembled in excitement as she lowered her cunt over his cock. She bounced on the head of the lunging rod, rubbing her clit sensuously over him, then slowly took the thick, heavy prick into the narrow passageway. She smiled down at him, and jiggled her tits in his face. Roger laughed and reached for the globes, caressing them as he pulled them toward his wide, sensuous mouth.
"Mmmm," he murmured. "Now I can suck these beauties while you ride my cock. Ohhhh, what a little doll I found today. I knew the minute I saw you that you'd be a hell of a fuck."
"How did you know that?" Cammy panted as she felt, a thrill rushing through her body. "How did you know I'd be any good in the sack?"
"Ohhhh!" he gasped as he tongued about the trembling tits. "What a luscious little piece of pussy."
"Come on!" she coaxed. "How did you know? What made you think I was any good?"
Roger looked up from her tits and began to laugh. His laughter did fantastic things with his big cock. Cammy shivered ant shook wildly inside her from the laughter through his immense frame. Her pussy responded frantically, pulsing over his cock in sharp, crisp spans. Her juices were flooding over his pecker, smoothing and greasing the lining of her cunt.
"You're teasing me!" she accused as he continued to laugh at her. He laughed, bouncing her up and down on his cock while he cupped and fondled her tits. "You stop teasing! Why, Roger? Why did you think I'd be a good fuck?"
He pulled her head down to him and rolled from side to side, hugging her with amused affection. His cock began shuddering inside her, driving her cunt into deeper spasms of delight.
"The way you walked," he finally confessed. "I watched the way you swung your ass. I saw the way you stuck your ass and tits out for approval. You're a little girl who likes her body, who likes the feel of her body. You like the way your body works. Fucking is part of the way a body works. So I figured you'd be just, as good a fuck as you were pretty to look at."
He pulled her tits back to his mouth. His beard tickled her sensitive breasts. He rubbed his hair over the nipples, driving the girl into a twisting frenzy atop him. She began rubbing her tits in his face as roughly, as tauntingly as she could. Cammy gasped deeply as he caught a tit in his mouth and sucked stronger than she'd ever been sucked before. She felt, for a moment, as though she would be drawn into his mouth by the suction.
"Ooooooeeee!" she squealed, shuddering over the now driving cock. "Oooooh, I like it! I love it! Fuck me, Roger! You've got me going wild. Fuck me! Ooooooeeee!"
His prick seemed about to launch her into the air as it drove upward into her. She hung on while he hunched them both into the air above the bed. Roger was gasping and panting as frantically as she. He wasn't laughing now. He was fucking with seriousness. He moaned and gasped, shuddering beneath her as his cock rammed deep into her.
"Ahhhhh!" he panted. "Ahhh! Man, you've worked me up! Damn, but I'm ready to blow in you!"
"Yesssss!" she moaned. "Yesssss! Fuck me, Roger! Let me feel all your cum blowing through me!"
He unloaded his giant wad. She felt the spurting, gushing jizz erupt from his prick. She felt it slash through her, triggering her own orgasm. She rode him wildly, happily, ecstatically through joy. She as still riding him as he finally began to cease his mad hunching. She settled softly over the shriveling cock and leaned over to kiss him.
"Mmmm," she sighed, "that was good!" She wanted to thank him for restoring her desire for fucking. She wanted to tell him about the boys yesterday. She smiled into his twinkling blue eyes. No need to. Roger was sensitive, sensitive like an artist should be. He had sensed her need for a fun fuck. He had seen it on her face and answered her needs. She kissed him again and patted his huge ass.
"You'll have to come back again," he told her as they dressed. "You'll have to come back when my wife is here."
"Your wife!" Cammy asked in surprise.
"I'm sure she'd enjoy you as much as I. We can have an evening threesome. Sound like fun?"
Cammy stared a moment, then laughed with dm. Maybe that would be fun. Roger wanted to be sure she didn't think the fuck was anything more than a casual moment of pleasure. He mentioned his wife to be sure she understood. She might surprise him, though he just might accept his offer some afternoon.
Chapter Eleven
"Ooooooeeee!" Cammy shrieked in pleasure. Her body throbbed and pulsed madly, ecstatically. Pierre was better than she had hoped. She looked up at the delighted expression on his face. She lay back and let his plunging cock ignite a million tiny fires in her pussy. "Ooooo, I like it! I like it! Fuck me, Pierre! Fuck me, you damn Cajun!"
She needed the fuck. Cammy needed the hot cock in her for more reason than just her determined attempts to get the reluctant Cajun in her pussy. She had to forget about Yvonne. At least for the, moment she needed to forget about Gilbert and Yvonne. She knew too much. She wasn't able to face her brother, yet, not with what she suspected about his wife.
"God!" Pierre panted above her. "God, what a wild little ass you throw at a man!" She was throwing an awful lot of her ass into the fuck. She was swinging her saucy rump like crazy as he fucked her. She was letting her teasing, taunting rotations increase the pressure between Pierre's cock and her cunt. She shimmered and shuddered in total rapture as she urged him on toward his maddening climax.
Cammy had been stunned at Roger's remark as they walked back to Jackson Square after the session in his apartment. The mammoth man with his glowing red beard had put a beefy arm around her shoulder as they walked, attracting smiles from any number of his buddies as they passed them. Cammy cuddled sweetly against the huge, solid body and played her part all the way. She knew she was being watched. She knew every one of the men was wondering how good she was in the hay. The beaming face on the big artist gave them a clear hint. Still, she knew they were wondering, wondering and wishing.
A dazzling young blonde woman came out of the door to the Pontalba Apartments. Cammy watched her walk toward them. Class! The broad had total class! Her lovely body moved with liquid grace, accented by the softly clinging fabric of her light dress. The blonde looked up as she passed Cammy and Roger and smiled warmly. The little brunette heard the artist grunt in recognition of the girl as she swept past them, leaving a scent of exotic perfume in her wake.
Cammy could feel the deep laughter inside Roger. The heavy man shook softly against her. He tightened his hold around her shoulder as though a sudden thought increased his affection for her.
"Some VIP is about to get a little pussy," he whispered.
"What?" she asked looking up into his twinkling blue eyes. He laughed at her innocence and squeezed her closer.
"Laura," he said, motioning his head toward the blonde who was getting into a waiting Mercedes. "She's one of the governor's girls. The state keeps several girls available for important visitors to the city. Laura's one of the best."
"Prostitute?" Cammy asked, looking back again at the glow of blonde hair in the big car as it pulled away from the curb.
"Hello, no!" Roger muttered. "Just state hostesses. Sure they give a good fuck, but no one calls them prostitutes. They aren't paid by the men who fuck them. They get money on the side from the state. They supposedly work in some office, but you know they could never afford these apartments on a stenographer's salary."
"They all live in the Pontalba?" Cammy asked, her curiosity going crazy.
"Most of them. Actually, there are never more than one or two at a time. When they need more girls, like they will this week with the prime minister's visit, they call on some of their retired girls to help out."
"Old women?" the girl asked. Roger began to laugh in his full, robust manner. His eyes sparkled in his amusement with her. Cammy pouted a moment, resenting being made to feel like such a little county fool. "No, no," he told her. "No girl ever works for more than a couple of years. Then they take their accumulated savings and buy some business, or put their husband in some business. They settled back and live an easy sheet the rest of their lives."
Cammy walked along in silence. She stepped for a moment with him at his display. She tried to gather her courage. She had to know. She just had to.
"They always use blondes?" she asked hesitantly. That wasn't the question she wanted to ask but it was the closest she could bring herself to articulate.
"Blondes?" Roger asked, his attention diverted by two young tourist women in slacks and halters who were walking past them. "Oh, you mean the girls like Laura. No, not always blondes. Hell, the best-looking girl they ever had was a brunette. Cajun girl, I think. Slender brunette, she was, with the best pair of knockers you ever imagined. Damn, she was a sexy piece of tail!"
He had answered her question. Cammy told him good-bye and walked slowly toward the coffee shop where Yvonne would have been waiting for the last fifteen minutes. She didn't want to see her sister-in-law just now. She knew Roger had described Yvonne. She also knew the business that occasionally brought Gilbert's wife into New Orleans.
"Mmmmm," she murmured as Pierre brought his face over hers and began kissing her in a long, soul-touching embrace. His tongue rushed between her lips and lapped through her mouth, seeming to be intent on sipping every drop of saliva that might be there. He tongued and sucked while Cammy tingled beneath him. Her pussy panted over the rampant cock. Spasms of sensuous delight shot through the hot passage, then rippled through her.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Oooooo!" He began caressing her tits as his fingers brushed her nipples in taunting play.
"Damn, you're the sexiest broad I ever imagined," he gasped as he pulled his mouth free for a moment. "You're nothing but a delicious mass of curves. Everywhere I reach I touch your ass or your tits or your thighs. Uhhhhmmmmm! What a hell of a piece! What a gorgeous girl!"
Pierre's cock shuddered in maddened passion in her cunt. He fucked her roughly, pushing her legs back against her chest and stroking her ass frantically. Cammy's pussy was hot and getting hotter. Her juices were boiling inside her. Her body was shaking violently. Her nerves were drawn tight, ready to snap if he didn't hurry to his orgasm.
"Hurry!" she cried. "Fuck me! Let me feel it in me! Let it go, Pierre! Please, hurry!"
Pierre had stood little chance of resisting her tonight. Cammy as determined to fuck him as soon as she saw that he had finally come by the camp. She ran to him and placed her arms around his neck. She pressed her cunt against him and held her shoulders back so he could look down the top of her blouse and have a clear view of her tits. She smiled warmly and rubbed her pussy back and forth to taunt him.
"Hi, stranger!" she bubbled happily. "I was afraid you'd forgotten about me. I believe you had made me a promise."
"What!" he gasped in surprise. "What promise?"
"You did forget!" she pouted. "You talked for months about what you were going to do to me, then ran like hell for cover when the time came. You're a coward, Pierre LaBlanc. That's what you are, a yellow coward. You're scared to death by a little fluff of pussy."
She watched the shock on his face. Now he was scared. Pierre had never heard a girl talk like this before, except one or two whores. He never expected Camille to be as honest and open as this. He looked down at the lovely young girl. He looked at the expectant invitation in her eyes. He swallowed with difficulty, the lump growing in his throat as rapidly as the lump in his pants.
There had been a lot of talk about Cammy. Pierre had heard most of it. The fishermen loved to share local gossip during the long days out on their boats. They talked even more when they sat around drinking after coming in for the day. The talk about Camille was not that good lately. Tramp! They were caning her a tramp. They were putting her in the same category with Yvonne. She was accused of being as free with her pussy as her sister-in-law.
Pierre had finally gotten angry at the talk. He came over tonight as his way of saying he still liked the girl, despite the turmoil. He looked down at the delicious little body. He felt the open invitation she was giving him as she rubbed her cunt against him. Maybe they were correct in what they said. She was still a hell of a beautiful girl.
He leaned down and kissed her. He intended to kiss her lightly, sweetly. The taste of her sensuous lips, however made that impossible. He closed his mouth over hers passionately. His tongue parted her lips and touched the quivering tip of her tongue. He kissed passionately, feeling the firmness of her tits against his chest. She was a hell of a little piece of tail. Damn! He'd never held such a tempting bundle of curves as Cammy.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, twisting her body against his and sending chills of delight running through his body. "Mmmm." He let his hand drop to the pert and saucy ass, cupping her buttocks adoringly as he fingered her crotch. She pressed her tits harder against him, flattening them into his chest. He felt her pulse pounding through them and the trembling excitement that ran through her.
So she was like Yvonne, he thought. If little Cammy was going to be anything like Yvonne, then what the hell was wrong with being a tramp? More women should be tramps like that, especially if they could look so damn good at the same time.
Pierre slipped his hand between Cammy's tits and massaged her luscious breasts. Oh, but she was luscious. No question about it. She was a damn fine little piece of tail.
"Want to take me out back?" she whispered. "Someone might come in here any time. Let's go out back and we won't have to worry."
She pulled away from him and led him from the camp. They walked down a narrow foot-path until she found a small clearing of firm ground in the midst of the soft, swampy delta soil. Cammy looked up and smiled as he removed his shirt and spread it on the grass. The girl nestled into it and waited for Pierre to sit beside her. Her tits thrust excitedly against her blouse, her nipples clearly visible through the thin material. The dark-haired young man opened his arms and let her cuddle up to him. He ran his hand over her ass and along her lovely thighs. She was gorgeous. She was sweet and lovely and ready for his hands to cover her body.
Pierre had begun to discount some of the stories about the Dusseaux camp. Yvonne may have had a scarlet past. He didn't question that. He did question how she was to screw any man who showed up. Hell, he had shown up. He had been trying to get in Yvonne's panties for several months without success. He didn't know anyone who had fucked her. Everybody said she messed around but nobody claimed they'd gotten any.
He looked down at Cammy. No, he couldn't believe that she had fucked Dustin and Charles and that other boy. She may have gone on a boat ride with the Simpson boy, but that didn't mean she had let him get her pussy. Pierre was ready to believe only the best of the luscious little bundle of curves nestling so sensuously against him.
Cammy had his cock raging, ready to unload inside her. Pierre plunged insanely into her cunt, driving his cock in ever greater delight. He leaned down to suck one of Cammy's throbbing nipples. He tongued the hard button, then sucked wildly. He could feel her thighs against his chest as he pushed her legs further back and fucked her violently.
Cammy rolled slowly, her body beginning to shake with the slow, pulsing beat of an exquisite orgasm. She was pinned back on the ground, afraid to move lest she lose the surging thrill. She lay still, shimmering in passion as he fucked her harder and harder. Then the explosion overwhelmed them. She gasped and panted as his cock began to plunge insanely while shooting its cum into her cunt. Cammy hugged him tightly and gasped in the fantastic rapture.
"Ooooooeeee!" she gasped. "Ooooo I'm there! Ohhhhh, God, I'm having it! I'm feeling it all! Ooooo, fuck me, Pierre! Fuck me all night! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Pierre panted and gasped above her as his ecstatic cock unloaded into her. He fucked her as his orgasm seemed to grow in intensity. His prick shuddered and kept shooting more and more of his cum into her insatiable cunt.
"Uhhhh!" he panted. "Fuck you! Have to fuck you! Have to let you feel how much I want you! Ohhhhh, God, I want you!"
Cammy glowed as Pierre fucked. She shivered at the thrill of his adoration. Pierre loved her! Well, he hadn't said it, but he said something awfully close to it. It was the closest a boy had ever come to telling her he loved her. She hugged him in delight. She just might love Pierre. He was the one she had been waiting to fuck. The others had been just something to keep her occupied until he got ready to screw her. She hugged him tighter as he slowed his frantic plunges and lay in the grass beside her. She kissed him then nestled against him, cuddling tightly against the security of his body.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed softly. "That was good. That was the best!"
Chapter Twelve
Camille listened to the rustle of soft nylon through the door. Yvonne was dressing. The scent of exotic perfume drifted through the house. She was going! Yvonne was going to meet the prime minister or one of his associates. She was dressing to go. They had served the men at the camp an early supper, then hurried over to the house. Gilbert and Antoine had remained at the camp, drinking sad talking with the men while Yvonne rushed across to the house and took a fast shower.
"See you later," the lovely woman called as she swept through the room. Cammy looked up, forced to admit how absolutely gorgeous her sister-in-law looked. She compared the beauty to what she could remember of the blonde in New Orleans. Maybe she was prejudiced, but Cammy was sure that the blonde couldn't compare with the Cajun girl. She'd never seen any woman who could match Yvonne.
Cammy forced a smile as her brother's wife left the house. She listened to the sound of the car pulling down the ravel road, finally fading away. She had wanted to confront Yvonne. She wanted to let her know that she knew what was going on. She had to keep reminding herself that it was none of her business. If Gilbert wanted to let his wife run free like this, then it was only Gilbert's business.
Cammy tried to read, then slammed the book down in disgust and turned on the TV. She curled up on the couch and watched. She'd have preferred being over at the camp with her father and brother. Antoine, however, had made it clear that sometimes they didn't want women around. They wouldn't even have allowed Yvonne over.
Cammy fell asleep on the couch before the men returned. She woke as Gilbert came into the house and she looked up at him questioningly.
"Where's the old man?" she wanted to know.
"Dad?" Gilbert answered. "Oh, he's still telling his tall tales. He's had so much to drink that he'll probably sleep over there on the couch tonight. If you were planning to wait up for him, don't bother."
The girl watched him walk toward his room. Sadness gripped her at the thought of him sleeping alone. Whatever Yvonne may have been in the past didn't matter that much. It did matter that her brother would go to bed alone. Yvonne wasn't treating him right at all. She was letting his father fuck her and now she was off entertaining.
Cammy decided that she could take care of some of it anyway. She followed her brother into his room and stepped up behind him as he began slipping out of his clothes. She walked up against him and ran her hands around him, caressing his chest and puffing lightly at the heavy growth of hair.
"Mmmmm," she teased as she leaned against him so he could feel the thrust of her tits on his back.
"Hey!" he cried to her. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Just loving my big brother," she answered. "Just wanting to love the fuck out of him." She rubbed her tits back and forth against him. Her hand stole down his chest, threatening to reach inside his pants for his cock. She felt the sudden shudder in his pants he realized what she was doing to him. Gilbert spun around and caught her by the arms. His eyes flashed as he looked down over her inviting little body.
"You know what you're doing?" he asked her. "Do you have any idea what that sort of thing leads to?"
She smiled warmly and nodded. Hell yes, she knew what it led to. She hoped it would lead to it, anyway. She nodded excitedly and stepped inside to let her body touch his.
"I know what I'd like it to lead to," she whispered. "I know what I'd like to do to you."
Gilbert held her back from him and studied her intently. She met his stare directly. She didn't avert his gaze. She stared right back as her eyes gave their clear and indisputable invitation. Cammy felt a glow shimmer through her as his eyes softened. He relaxed his hold on her, then dropped his arms around her as she nestled closer to him. Cammy put her arms around his neck and clung to him tightly. His cock was already warm and throbbing as she slipped her leg between his. She rubbed his cock with her thigh while she rode her pussy against his firm leg.
"Damn!" he muttered. "You're a sexy little devil. How long have you been acting like this?"
"Weeks now," she answered. "Ever since I found out that fucking is a hell of a lot of fun."
"So you decided to find out what your big brother had to offer? You decided that since Yvonne was gone I might need a little consolation?"
"I need a little consolation myself," she assured him. "I'm horny as hell. You want me to go out on the make or you want to keep it in the family?"
He lifted her up from the floor and carried her to the bed. Gilbert undressed quickly while Cammy sat up and struggled free of her shorts and blouse. She lay back, clad only in thin panties as he stepped over her. Gilbert looked down and smiled at his soft, lovely sister. His cock rose steadily as he sat beside her and reached for her tits.
"Mmmmmm," she sighed, thrusting her breasts into the palms of his hands. She turned her shoulders, rolling her firm tits about his hands. "Oooooo, it feels good to have you touch me, to have you pet me."
"You've got a fantastic body to pet," he laughed softly. "You pew up on us so suddenly, you know."
"I did not!" Cammy pouted. "I've had my tits for years. I've bee able to get attention with my ass for even longer."
Gilbert slapped her affectionately across her ass. He pulled her against him and wrestled her playfully. Cammy began kissing him with a sudden ferocity, her tongue racing between his lips. She felt his body tense with excitement as she sucked sharply. She shivered in delight at his reaction, reaching for his cock and pumping him rapidly, tauntingly, as he kissed her back just as wildly as she was kissing him. His hands caught her tits and pussy in a sensuous vice. He cuddled the glowing breasts, thumbing and fingering her nipples until she was gasping in delight. He squeezed her pussy until she was almost ready to scream her pleasure.
"You're a delicious fluff of a girl," he laughed. "You're just as cute as any sister could be. You're also about as sexy a little piece of tail as a man could ever want."
"Talk! Talk! Talk!" she teased, giggling as he shook her affectionately. "Can't you do anything but talk? Show me how sexy I am. Show me, Gilbert! Show me how I make you feel!"
He grabbed her panties and pulled them down. Cammy made it difficult for him to take them off. She laughed as she kept twisting back and forth to frustrate him. Gilbert's face turned red with excitement as he wrestled, finally getting the panties to her knees. He grasped her thighs in a strong hold, then slipped the panties off easily.
"Damn, but you're a teasing little vixen," he told her. "You're cute and cuddly. You're soft and sexy. Most of all, you need that pussy of yours stuffed with a good cock."
"Promises! Promises!" Cammy taunted. "All I get is talk from you!"
She twisted suddenly and broke free of his hold.
Her hair flailed wildly as she crawled about the bed, eluding his attempts to recapture her. She laughed at him and stuck her tongue out in jest. Gilbert dove on top of her and pinned her beneath his body, tickling her sides. His fingers moved rapidly, tauntingly her body, sending irresistible shivers through her.
"Stop that!" she gasped. "That's not fair! Please, Gilbert, don't do that to me!"
He laughed at her pleas and reached behind him to pull her foot up and begin tickling. Cammy shrieked in discomfort. Damn, him! She'd always been ticklish and Gilbert had always known that.
She grabbed his cock and pumped him roughly, frantically. One hand slipped beneath him and she began to finger his balls. She taunted him, watching the expression of his face change to surging desire. He gasped for breath a moment, then lay across her and held her as they rolled about the bed. His hands were all over her. He was working at her tits, at her ass, at her pussy, at her thighs all at once. She panted in ecstasy as he kept wiggling her. She was becoming less able to keep up with him in the wrestling. Her cunt was demanding to be fucked.
"Ohhhhh!" he gasped as he pulled her once more. "Oh, am I going to enjoy this. This is going to be one sweet fuck!"
He pulled her ass against him and stuck his long cock between her thighs. Cammy shuddered, remembering that horrible ass-fuck. She relaxed immediately when his cock ran into the mouth of her cunt. He caressed her tits lovingly as he ran his massive cock-head back and forth over her little clit. She moaned and whimpered in delight.
"Mmmmm," she sighed, "Mmmmmm!" His cock slipped deeper up her glowing pussy, rose taller inside her, pumped through her pulsing cunt as it stretched the passage wider and wider. Cammy began to turn limp as he pumped slowly and sensuously into her. She hunched over his cock. She shuddered beneath the luscious caresses of his hands. She trembled as he leaned against her neck and began to nibble her satin skin. His teeth caught her skin playfully, sending sparks of exquisite pain through her. The little brunette shuddered and gasped from the intensity of his fucking.
"Ooooooeeee!" she gasped, finally able to speak in shod, panting spurts. "Fuck me, Gilbert! Fuck me! Let it go before I die! Oooooo, Gilbert! Gilbert! Fuck me!"
Then her orgasm enveloped her. She felt frozen, suspended, as his big cock shuddered inside her. The room was whirling. The bed was spinning around inside it. Then her pussy leaped into shattering spasms. Her juices gushed over his cock as Gilbert added his cum to her overflowing cunt.
"Ahhhh!" he gasped behind her. "Ahhhhh! Uhhhh! Gotta fill that sweet hole. Have to stuff that pussy with cock."
"Oooooo, yes!" she whispered. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Gilbert!"
They fucked furiously. Prick and cunt shook in a final series of spasms, then slowly returned to a steady pumping. They were drained, yet they still fucked, enjoying the sweetness of the physical contact. Gilbert kissed her shoulder, her neck, her ears. Cammy eased down into the bed and lay in a shimmering pool of fulfillment while he kept his cock inside her. He was good! Gilbert was damn good!
"I can't see how," she murmured, "Yvonne could leave this cock and go roaming into New Orleans."
"What was that? What did you say about Yvonne?"
She slipped her cunt off his prick and turned to look at him. Gilbert's eyes were looking questioningly at her. The girl shivered as she tried to read his expression. Had she said too much? Had she given too much away?
"Nothing," she tried to cover. "Just thought of some of the old gossip about Yvonne. Don't misunderstand, Gilbert. I love Yvonne as much as you."
"You'd better," he assured her. "You'd sure better. Don't you know about Yvonne, little sister? Didn't you know that she worked for the government before we were married? Part of her job was to take care of visiting dignitaries. Sometimes she still has to on important occasions."
"You don't mind?" Cammy gasped looking up at him. "It's all right with you?"
"I love her the way she was when I met her," he answered. "She loves me the same way. I'm free to fuck any girl that I care to. She has the same freedom. Why change it? We have a good healthy life in bed. Why complain?"
Later, Cammy lay beside him, still shaken by the calm manner with which he accepted Yvonne's work. He accepted her fucking Antoine just as calmly. In fact, he approved. It was better, he said, to keep it in the family. Besides, Antoine was important to Yvonne's investment.
Cammy listened in shock as he explained that the camp and the boat belonged to Yvonne. She had bought all this when Antoine was, almost bankrupt. She had taken the money she had accumulated in her work and purchased everything. Then she used her contacts to keep the camp filled.
"So," Gilbert had concluded, "we had to keep the old man happy. If he had enough pussy here at home, then we didn't have to worry about some other broad cutting herself in. This is Yvonne's camp. We don't need any other cunt around here."
"Not even me?" Cammy asked.
"You're special," Gilbert explained. "You're special to Yvonne. She thinks you might be able to follow in her footsteps some day. If you decide you'd like to, she still has all the contacts to get you in."
Chapter Thirteen
Camille sat in the coffee shop sipping coffee and munching on toast. She watched the luscious young blonde walk primly from the. Pontalba Apartments toward the waiting Cadillac. Cammy smiled. Another year, maybe two, and the blonde could make her last trip. They would have another Cajun for the visiting VIPs. Cammy shivered at the thought of bedding down with presidents and prime ministers, with sheiks and chancellors. It would be a hell of a life.
She closed her eyes and dreamed. Cammy was not about to settle for a fishing camp way down the bayou. She wanted more than that. She would offer her Pierre a hell of a lot more. She laughed softly, remembering the last fuck with her bashful Cajun. Pierre would have difficulty accepting her profession. He would be more difficult than it had been for Gilbert. Still, if he wanted to get off that little fishing boat, he would have to accept it.
They called her "tramp", now along the bayou. They called her a tramp because it was known that she had fucked most of the boys on the big pleasure boats, the New Orleans aristocrats. Let them call her a tramp. She didn't see anyone look down their nose at the lovely, blonde who just climbed into the Cadillac. She didn't see anyone turn up their nose when the girl's picture was in the paper recently, escorting some duke.
It would be a hell of a life. Cammy smiled warmly at her good fortune. She had it made. She and her dad, Gilbert, and Yvonne had a hell of a life going. Every night they all played erotic games around the house. Everybody fucked everybody else. It was a great life. And it was going to get better. Lots better.
