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This is a story about a group of college freshmen. For those of you
under the age of consent be advised that it deals with a topic about
which you are totally ignorant. So don't read it. It will only confuse
you.
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The Storm at Bass Lake
At the residential intersection of Anthony and Gould streets Alan
Bolagson waited for his cousin Helen Bolagson to join him. She was just a
half block away, near the unpaved alley, where they and their friends had
often played, when they were younger. They had been meeting like this
every school day since they both matriculated some weeks before at the
state university near downtown.
"Hi, Al," she called from a quarter block distance, waving her hand.
The young man waved back and just smiled at the pretty, blond girl, who
would sometimes, too infrequently, permit him to kiss her.
"You're late. We might miss the car," he growled in a false tone of
reprimand.
She came up to the nice looking, blond boy, put an arm around his waist
and gave him a peck on the lips, before they hurried up Anthony Street
toward Warren Avenue, hoping to be on time to catch the streetcar.
It was a glorious autumn morning, crisp and sunny, the leaves, still on
the trees, ablaze in color. Helen allowed her cousin to hold her hand as
they walked quickly up the street. She was just a couple of inches shorter
than he.
They were kissing cousins. And while Alan had never groped the girl,
had never tried to touch her modest breasts, Helen knew that he, like a
normal boy, would like to do it. For some time she had wondered how she
would respond if he ever did go that far with her.
Approaching Warren Avenue they saw the streetcar passing Chase Road, and
they ran to the stop, arriving in time not at all out of breath. Once
inside the car they sat together in a seat, their bookbags on their laps.
their shoulders touching.
"Do you know those two girls who were with Craig yesterday?" Helen asked
her friend.
"No, but he told me that they live on the east side."
"That mousey one doesn't look old enough to be in college."
"Craig said that she's seventeen."
"She looks scarcely twelve, and an underdeveloped twelve at that."
"I like the other one, the tall one."
"It's not the height of her that you find so attractive, Al, it's her
boobs. Why do you guys go so batty over large tits?"
"We'll probably learn about that in Anthropology 101 sometime this
semester," the boy replied. "Actually," he continued, "I prefer the kind
of breasts that you seem to have."
"Seem to have?"
"Well, I haven't seen them yet."
"Don't hold your breath."
"Are you telling me," Alan exclaimed in theatrical dismay, "that I shall
go through life without gazing upon their loveliness, without feeling their
softness?"
"Probably," Helen responded with a giggle.
"Probably!" Alan rejoiced. "You give me hope. You could have said,
'never in a million years' or 'only when my flesh begins to rot from my
corpse'. That I shall only 'probably' not play with your titties is almost
a promise.
Although Helen was on the verge of uncontrolable laughter, she wondered
once again how she would respond, if Alan placed his hand on one of her
breasts. She was curious about the touch, and she looked out the streetcar
window to conceal her blush.
* * *
Later that day, at lunchtime, Alan went into the Student Union and saw
Craig sitting at a table with the same two girls he had been with the day
previously. Alan went up to greet his friend and to learn something about
the girls, especially the larger one who had lustrous, black hair and a
pale, oval face. Her breasts were indeed impressive, although not
grotesquely large.
"Hi. Hi." they greeted each other at the same time. Craig was an old
playmate, one of the gang of kids from the neighborhood.
"Who are your lovely friends?" Alan inquired, when Craig, who was a bit
retarded about politeness ritual, failed to introduce them.
"Hello, my name is Estelle," the brunet said in a husky, sexy voice,
smiling up at Alan.
"I'm Alan," the boy responded, trying not to stare at the bosom of the
pretty girl.
"I'm Giedra," the smaller girl announced in a seemingly immature voice
and thrust forth her hand for a formal shake.
Alan took the hand and pressed it gently. She indeed looked no more
than twelve. She was a cute, flat chested girl with brown hair that was
cut short like a Dutch boy.
"Her name is not Giedra," Craig objected. "It's Sara."
"It's Giedra!" the girl insisted. "There are too many Saras in the
world already."
"I've been told," Alan replied seriously, "that the name is overused.
But you look like a Sara to me."
"How does a Sara look?" the girl asked with an impish grin, gazing
intently at the boy who loomed over her.
"Slight and pretty," he responded with a smile, "warm and smart."
"OK," the small girl squealed in delight. "I'll be a Sara for you."
"Well, I'm glad we have settled that important matter," Estelle dryly
observed. "Won't you sit down, Alan?"
Just then Helen came up to join them, and Alan made the introductions.
He noticed that Estelle fixed her eyes on his cousin in a rather intent
way, although he was unaware that Sara was staring at him with an open
mouth.
The five of them sat around the table nervously, an inexpicable tension
in the air. They struggled to converse, but the words trailed off.
"Plus le change, plus le meme chose," Craig stated. apropos of nothing.
"What did you say?" Estelle demanded.
"I'm learning French," he replied defiantly.
"You're doing just the basic grammar in class," she objected. "What did
it mean?"
"I'm not sure. I'm only trying to get the pronunciation right."
"It didn't sound like French," Sara observed. "It was more like an
Alabaman trying to speak Portuguese."
The tension then abated and the young people began to converse easily
with one another.
* * *
"Little Sara has really fallen for you, Al," Helen teased her cousin on
the streetcar as they returned home from the university.
"Don't make fun of her. She's a sweet kid."
"So you like her."
"Of course I do. Don't you?"
"Sure, I like her, but how can you find her at all sexually attractive?"
"I never said that I did," Alan responded heatedly. "What about you and
Estelle?"
"What about it?"
"She raped you with her eyes. Are you ready for some lesbo action?"
"That's not nice, Alan, what you just said," Helen protested
indignantly, yet blushing, because she had also noticed Estelle's obvious
stare and wondered about it, was curious about it.
"Maybe she'll be the first one to feel your boobies," Alan persisted.
Helen, angered by his coarse words, suddenly grasped his hand and pulled
it to her left breast.
"There," she said defiantly. "Squeeze it, play with it. It means
nothing!" And then Helen began to weep quietly.
Alan felt abashed. He put his arm around his distraught cousin and
pulled her to him, kissing her cheek, nuzzling her hair with with his face.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely. But his hand remained on her soft
breast.
* * *
Helen did not have a boyfriend, nor did Alan have a girl. They had each
other, however awkward it was, being cousins. They had been friends since
before they could remember, best friends, and after the incident on the
streetcar Helen permitted her cousin to become more intimate. In the
proceeding days the two of them kissed like lovers at every opportunity,
and Alan was free to fondle the girl's breasts. Helen, however, did set
limits.
"Don't, Alan!" she said in an impatient voice, although she was not at
all angry.
"Just the top button?" the boy implored.
"And after the top button, you'll beg for the next one."
"I can't feel too much with all this cloth in the way. Your bra seems
to be armored."
'It's designed to protect my titties from horny guys like you."
"I wouldn't hurt your titties, not ever," Alan said in mock seriousness.
"I'd kiss them and suck on your nipples very gently."
"And after my boobs, what then?" Helen said haughtily and then
immediately blushed at the import of her words.
Alan also blushed, because he had never once thought of going all the
way with his cousin/friend until Helen brought up the topic.
"I'd like to be naked with you, I really would," he admitted seriously,
seeking to kiss her again.
"You'll see me naked, when you become an undertaker and lay me out for
my funeral."
"I prefer, 'probably not'".
"Never, ever, ever," Helen stated emphatically, although she was not
really sure, now that the matter had been raised for the first time. At
eighteen she felt grown up, and she was curious.
* * *
The five young people were again grouped around a table in the Student
Union. Over the preceding two weeks such gatherings had become almost a
daily ritual for them.
"I have an idea," Estelle announced brightly to her friends. "Let's go
up to Bass Lake for the weekend after Thanksgiving Day. My family has a
cottage there."
"How'll we get there?" Sara asked cautiously.
"We'll walk of course," Alan stated gaily. "And I'll carry you on my
shoulders, Sara."
"Oh, yes!" the little girl replied gleefully. "I'd love to place my
legs over your shoulders."
Only Estelle caught the double meaning of those words, and she
suppressed a grin.
"We'll go in Craig's car, of course," Helen announced. "It's some kind
of pre-war wreck."
"It's not a wreck!" Craig protested. "It's a '38 Desoto, and I fixed it
up so that it runs like new."
"You're missing a fender," Alan observed.
"I'm working on that," the car owner stated defiantly.
* * *
They were four hours into the trip and had more than an hour to go.
There was little traffic on the two lane highway which was sheltered on
either side by the green pine forest of central Michigan.
"Just look at them," Estelle said quietly, gazing back at Helen who
shared the rear seat with Alan and Sara. The latter two were snuggled
together, asleep, Alan's hand on the small girl's chest, perhaps in a vain
search for a tittie.
"They seem to be so innocent," Helen replied sweetly, although she was
jealous of the little girl who threatened to take away her boy.
"She's not innocent, not entirely," Estelle said knowingly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. She told me about it.
"Alan is still a virgin."
"And so are you," Estelle replied, reaching out a hand to stroke Helen's
cheek.
"How about you?"
"Will you two quiet down," Craig complained. "You're beginning to
excite the driver of this car, who is also a virgin, however reluctantly."
"Well, Estelle," Helen persisted. "How about you?"
"Yes, me too. Little Sara is the only one of us who has done it, if
only a single time."
"Do you have plans for this weekend, Estelle?"
"No. I don't think that plans will be necessary."
* * *
They finally arrived, the last three miles up a sandy road, until the
car halted in front of a large, two story house which sat among the trees
next to a cold looking lake.
Some cottage, Alan said to himself, newly awake. He remembered Craig
saying that the girls came from the east side, but his friend had not
mentioned Grosse Pointe.
They all climbed out of the car, stretched and breathed deeply the scent
of the pine forest.
"Alan," Sara begged in a little girl voice, "please carry me to the
house on your shoulders."
The young man squatted and the small girl climbed atop him. He found no
difficulty in lifting the eighty seven pounds of Sara.
"Alan," Helen whispered into his ear, taking hold of his hand, "I must
speak with you."
Sara squealed in delight as she squirmed her pleasure spot against the
young man's neck.
"Sure, Helen," Alan replied with an innocent grin, "as soon I deliver
this baggage."
"Alan," Helen said urgently as they walked back from the house to
retrieve some luggage, having deposited Sara to explore the 'cottage' with
their two other friends. "Alan, Estelle plans for us to have some kind of
orgy this weekend."
"Do you really believe so, Helen, or is that just wishful thinking?"
'I'm serious, you dolt!"
"Whether it's an orgy or just some messing around, sweetie, I'm really
looking forward to this weekend."
"I want you first, Alan. Promise me that. It's important to me."
The young man stopped, suddenly realizing that the girl was serious.
"You want to do 'it' with me? All the way?"
"Yes, yes," she replied with extreme excitement. "I want to be your
first girl and you to be my first boy. We've been waiting for all these
years."
Helen clung to her cousin and began to sob against his chest,
"You'll be my first girl, darling Helen. I promise."
Alan could not comprehend what was happening, although he was eager and
would go along with whatever transpired. But for a certainty he knew that
he would make love with his precious Helen that weekend.
* * *
"Al, do you understand what's going on here?" Craig asked as the two of
them stood on the porch.
"All I can make of it is that Estelle has lured us up here for a sex
camp."
"Well, Al, don't you find that rather improbable? Guys like us don't
usually get handed sex like this, so free, so easy. Helen is here because
she's your cousin, your girl, and because Estelle has the hots for her.
Sara is here because she's Estelle's friend, and she has the hots for you.
I don't know what I'm doing here, Al."
"Maybe she's planning mass murder and eating our flesh."
"Al! Be serious for once. This sort of thing only happens in a guy's
dream. What's the catch?"
"Perhaps there isn't any. Maybe we have just fallen into it; pure luck"
"Did you bring any 'protection'? You know, rubbers?"
"A couple."
"A couple! God! Al, you can only wash them out and reuse them just a
few times, and then you can't feel safe.
"What about you, Craig. Did you bring any?"
"Ya, a couple. . . A couple of dozen."
"You're my man, Craig. Your attention to detail is admirable."
"Ya, but who am I going to fuck?"
"Certainly not me."
"Dream about it lover," Craig said, pinching Alan's ear playfully.
"Which girl do you want?
"Helen"
"Over my dead body. Besides she'll be too sore after I break her in."
"And she breaks you in."
"That too. What about Estelle? It's her party. Won't she want both of
us?"
"She's a lesbo, Al. She has her eye on Helen, and I think that she's
been doing Sara for some time."
"Well, that leaves Sara."
"I'd feel like a child molester doing her. She's too little. I'd
really like to do Helen."
"No way!"
"Al, she's your cousin. You can't keep her."
"I'll certainly keep her away from you this weekend, old buddy."
"Well, maybe I'll have to do the kid."
* * *
"And just who started the awful rumor that I brought you up here for a
sex party?" Estelle demanded in great indignation. "It was probably you
guys," she continued heatedly.
They stood in the living room, the boys and Helen nervously examining
their shoes.
"Maybe I did," Helen said sheepishly. "I got the wrong impression . . .
.," her voice trailed off.
"This is intolerable!" Estelle ranted. "All I intended was for us to
play some games and roam the woods. Maybe you three are ready for an orgy,
but Sara and I don't know you that well. We'll pack up and go back home
the first thing tomorrow. There are only four bedrooms. You guys will
have to share a bed, and maybe get it on with each other."
Estelle was almost screaming in her rage. She barged from the room and
went upstairs, and the four young people in the living room soon heard a
door slam shut loudly.
"What a miserable situation," Helen lamented softly, not daring to look
at Alan to whom she had promised herself so rashly.
"I just knew that it couldn't be true," Craig announced in
disappointment.
"It's really beginning to snow," Sara spoke up from near the large front
window. She had managed to avoid Estelle's wrath, although she too had
thought that they were going to have a sex party, and she had looked
forward to it.
Only Alan remained relaxed and calm, because Helen had pledged herself
to him in the confusion. He took hold of the girl's hand, pulling her to
him for an embrace, which she endured slackly, unresponsive in the boy's
grip.
"I want to be naked with you," he whispered into her ear, and the poor
girl began to sob, pressing her face against his neck.
"You'll have a bed to yourself tonight, Craig," Sara said softly, as the
two of them watched the cousins kiss fervently in the middle of the room.
* * *
Alan and Helen were oblivious of the howling wind outside which was
accompanied by an unrelenting fall of snow.
"Higher," she instructed the boy, whose fingers were at her moist pussy.
Helen was intimidated by Alan's fat cock which she held in her hand as
the boy diddled her, awkwardly, toward great pleasure.
"Alan!" she cried aloud as he managed to bring her to orgasm, better
than she had ever given herself. She did not yet know the possibilities.
"Are you going to do it now?" she asked a moment later in a tremulous
voice, as Alan rolled a condom onto his shaft.
"I'm sorry that I will have to hurt you," the boy whispered sincerely
into the girl's face as he came atop her.
Helen spread her legs widely and raised her knees, resigned to the
certain pain, yet eager to consummate their love for each other.
"Oh!' she cried out as her flesh ripped with the penetration of her
lover's glans.
It hurt, but not too badly, she thought as she felt Alan's cock slowly
filling her up. It hurt, but it was marvelous, and she thrust back. It
hurt, although a great pleasure was close by. Again and again she pushed
at the invading cock, the pain overwhelmed by a looming, monstrous ecstasy
that threatened to undo her mind.
The insulation of the condom allowed Alan to persist for a duration,
despite his virginal excitement. Helen's eager fucking dispelled any worry
about her pain.
"Alan!" Helen screamed into his ear as her body convulsed in a
terrifying orgasm, and the boy, just seconds later, shouted out spurt after
spurt.
* * *
Estelle heard the lovers' sounds as she lay sullenly in her bed, jealous
of their ecstasy, fondling her large breasts.
Craig wondered at the cries of his two friends which were clearly
audible over the noise of the raging storm outside. He played with his
engorged cock, intending to masturbate.
Sara had already masturbated and was fast asleep.
* * * Dawn was still a couple of hours away, when movements on the bed
startled Craig awake. A small, naked body cuddled to him eagerly.
"Kiss me, please," Sara whispered into the boy's ear.
Craig grasped her, and the little girl complained, "not so roughly."
"I'm sorry," he apologized, stroking her chest, finding small, incipient
breasts which he fingered in delight.
"I'm not a virgin. You won't hurt me," the girl assured him as she
rolled onto his body and quickly fitted his cock into her moist, warm
tightness.
"Oh my God," Craig exclaimed in rapture as Sara lowered her body onto
his virgin pole.
"Sara! I'm not wearing a condom!"
"I'm safe at this time of the month, Craig. Push at me."
The excited boy pulled the girl's upper body to him and began to ram her
with determination. Fortunately for Sara, Craig had already masturbated
twice during the preceding few hours, so his cock did not erupt
prematurely.
"Oh, oh," Sara soon whimpered as she felt a magic pleasure shiver her
slight body. Craig resisted coming, because he felt that he was too young
to get married, but he soon surrendered himself to the inexorable delight
which overwhelmed his cock and caused him to honk in ecstasy.
Craig and Sara were oblivious to the raging storm outside as they fucked
three more times. Nor did they pause to listen to the love sounds from
across the hall, where Helen and Alan screwed with equal determination.
But Estelle heard it all, and she recorded like an accountant each orgasmic
cry. The young woman, alone in her bed, finally allowed herself to
masturbate, which she rarely did, thinking it somehow nasty, but no one
heard her despairing wail as she came.
* * *
"We're not going anywhere this morning," Craig announced to the others
as they came into the living room, Estelle trailing, subdued.
"What's that in front of the window?" Sara exclaimed.
"It's snow," Craig responded, "piled half way up the house."
"Do we have enough food, Estelle?" Helen asked in a nervous voice.
"Ya, sure. There's plenty," she replied quickly. "But guys I want to
apologize about my outburst last evening. I can't explain or justify it."
The four of them looked at the repentant girl, who had a hang dog look
about her. Sara came forward first to embrace her, then Helen. The boys
followed, and they were soon all cuddled together as if it were some sort
of Christian experience.
"I suppose that I'm the last virgin among us," Estelle said with a
sniffle.
"You can have Alan, if you want," Helen offered.
"I'm available," Craig said suddenly.
Estelle beamed a devilish smile and said, "I'd like to have each of
you."
* * *
Being snowbound can cause great boredom and impatience, but in this
situation it was the occasion of a wondrous sex party. Estelle began by
taking little Sara to her bed, not for the first time. Alan and Helen sat
on the couch together kissing and fondling each other as they listened to
the uninhibited sexual shrieks emanating from Estelle's room. Alan did not
object, when Craig joined them on the couch to assist him in arousing his
cousin with his lips and hands.
They were soon naked on the floor, Craig's mouth on a tit.
"If you lick on me, Craig," Helen gasped, "you can have me all the way.
Alan did not object, because he was busy squatting over the girl's head,
pushing his cock into her mouth.
"Helen, I want you," Estelle suddenly announced, appearing in the room
with a naked, dazed looking Sara, whose only claim to maturity was her lush
pubic bush.
Estelle reached down a hand and assisted Helen to her feet, then
escorting the quivering, naked girl to her first lesbian experience.
"Do me Alan, please. Do me now," Sara pleaded. "And then Craig."
Alan hesitated, wanting a condom.
"Just do it, buddy," Craig urged. "She's a Catholic. She uses the
rhythm method."
Alan got atop the small girl, trying not to smother her as he quickly
began to fuck her in the missionary position in long powerful thrusts. The
boy came before the girl was finished, about which she complained bitterly,
but Craig came to the rescue and replaced his friend on top of the little
girl.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," Sara cried loudly as Craig worked some magic
on her with his fat cock, which lasted just long enough before he squealed
forth his seed.
The three of them lay on the floor for awhile listening to the agitated
sounds coming from Estelle's bedroom. Semen oozed from Sara, her small
body splayed on the rug.
Estelle appeared in the room with a haggard looking Helen.
"Alan, I want you to do it to me," she announced in a voice that was
husky and aroused.
"Yes," Alan replied. "But let's do it here on the floor with our
friends about.
Craig was not at all interested in watching the defloration of Estelle.
He pulled Helen down to the floor to realize a masturbatory fantasy that he
had had since he was twelve years old.
"Do you need me to lick on you, Helen," he asked in great agitation.
"Just put it in, Craig. Jam it in."
The two of them began to fuck almost violently. Sara watched for a
moment, but her attention was drawn to what Estelle and Alan were about to
do.
Sara kissed Estelle's lips as Alan ripped her hymen painfully
"Endure it for a moment," Sara said into Estelle's mouth, remembering
her own awful first time. "He'll be done soon."
* * *
"It's possible that you guys have knocked up all three of us," Estelle
commented dryly after Craig rolled off of her. "I know that my daddy will
send me to Switzerland to get fixed, if it comes to that.
"My daddy will too," Sara replied, "because he did me first and he feels
guilty about it."
"I suppose that I'll have to marry Craig," Helen said in resignation,
and the young man's face took on a look of horror.
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