FLP-135 Girl's Camp Counselor by Paul Sutherland


Chapter 1


My name is James Doone, I'm twenty-five, and I'm a fitness buff. Until 
that summer in the Rockies, I thought I was just a normal sort of guy, 
no kinks, the usual sexual preferences, and happily married to a girl 
who was also a physical education teacher.

So, when I applied for a summer job with Camp Good Health Inc., I was 
outraged by the personnel officer's line of questioning. He wanted to 
know if I had a record, and I replied, honestly, that I was clean. Then 
he pushed further and asked if I had ever had "relations" with a minor.

Well, I turned red with anger and he must have seen the look in my eye 
because he hastily assured me it was a routine line of questioning. 
Every applicant, he told me, had to be carefully screened because 
parents sent their offspring to the summer camp in good faith; and it 
was up to him to see that faith would not be shattered.

He went on to ask about my sex life with my wife. I told him to mind 
his own business, but that it was normal. He asked me what normal was. 
I finally told him twice a week was as normal as I ever wanted to be. 
Little did I know that I almost blew the job with that answer.

But he went on to dig into my past, and when he heard that I had been 
working with kids ever since I left college, he was much nicer to me. 
And before the month was over, I had been notified that the job was 
mine.

At the end of May I drove up to the camp. It was a big place, long huts 
set among the trees, gravel paths and rolling lawns, sports fields, and 
a central building made of brick which housed administration and indoor 
activities. All this had been fenced in with ten foot high wire fences 
with barbed wire on the top.

Around the camp, several mountain peaks rose way up into the light 
cloud obscuring the blue sky. It was very peaceful, not an unnatural 
sound, just birds and the gentle wind easing through the treetops. 
Several of the instructors had already arrived, and were sitting on 
benches outside the administration building.

We introduced ourselves. A tall, thin man called Lester Phipps told me 
he was there as a dietitian, and a strong tanned fellow by the name of 
Mark Dennis was in my department, that of PT. The only girl in our 
little band of early worms was called Elsa, and she attracted me 
strongly.

Tall and blonde, tanned evenly and golden, she wore a simple white 
shift and sandals. Her eyes were wide open and blue, a quality of 
innocence in them that appealed to me. And her hair was yellow as 
straw, but soft as silk, and gathered in a loose knot at the nape.

She smiled at me when I told her my name, her mouth wide, teeth white 
and even. For a second I had a vision of that mouth around my cock, 
sucking at it like my wife would never do. Then I felt ashamed and 
pushed it out of my mind.

"Want to walk around?" I suggested. "I'd like to get the feel of this 
place before the others arrive."

"Great idea," she said, and we left Phipps and Dennis to their own 
devices.

She walked with a long, springy step, as if the energy bottled up 
inside her was about to explode into an unbridled sprint. I like that 
in a woman. Her arms swung by her side, small muscles rippling along 
her upper arms. She was lithe and strong, but full-breasted and round-
hipped, just as a woman should be.

We explored the other limits of the camp slowly, checking the wire, 
looking inside the orderly huts, and talking about the days to come. I 
felt a terrific longing for her suddenly, I don't exactly know why. I 
guess it might have been the circumstances--we were all alone, right at 
the other end of the entrance, behind the last hut on a small lawn. The 
sky had cleared and the sun fell brightly over everything.

I looked her in the eye, my hand gripping hers. And she responded. Her 
hand gripped mine just as hard. Her eyes bored into me. Wordless we 
sank to the ground and pressed our lips against together.

My cock was hard and burning, pressing against my tight trousers as if 
it meant to burst them. Her hand caressed it briefly, tracing the 
outline of my knob. Quickly I shed my clothes, watching her slip out of 
her shift. She stood up straight, her arms bending back to undo the 
snap of her bra. When it came loose, the bra fell off, sliding down her 
arms, to reveal firm, upstanding tits, white as snow, with big pink 
nipples.

Her panties followed, and she stood before me with the tan of her body 
interrupted by the whiteness of her tits and her ass, as if she was 
wearing a subcutaneous garment. Our naked bodies met, standing toe to 
toe, embracing each other and feeling muscle and tit, cock and cunt, 
meet.

I slid my hands down her back, savoring the smoothness and the firmness 
of her flesh, the way her back sloped inwards to the small waist, then 
jutted out suddenly to form two hard but yielding buttocks separated by 
a tight furrow. I squeezed her flesh and drove her loins harder into 
mine while her hands fumbled with my aching cock and tried to insert 
it.

She was in too much of a hurry, I thought to myself, and gently I moved 
back, pushing her down onto the lawn. When she reclined she relaxed a 
little, and waited while I enjoyed the spongy firmness of her tits, the 
flatness of her belly, and finally the down of her cunt.

But that's where she started to get nervous. My hand moved deep down 
between her rounded thighs and pressed into the hot, hairy crotch in an 
effort to locate the hole of her passion. Almost reflexively, her hands 
shot down and removed my explorer, to put it back on her tit. I looked 
at her in surprise but she avoided my eyes by kissing me fiercely.

Well, I thought, if she wants to play hard to get, that's okay. We've 
got all the time we need. And I leaned over her to take her nipples 
into my mouth one by one, to suck at them. How pleasant that was! The 
more I sucked, the more thrilling it became. I sank into her tits, 
deeper and deeper, relishing the smooth, pulvinated flesh, her nipple 
becoming hard as a little bullet. I squeezed the flesh up so that it 
formed hard balls of tautness, and let it relax to bury my face into it 
once more.

She enjoyed that immensely. Her breathing became labored, and her torso 
twisted excitedly with every new development. Once again I sent my free 
hand to sneak down to her little arbor, almost reaching the top of her 
cleft before she literally threw my hand off.

I sat up, pissed by now, hard and frustrated, and earnestly desirous of 
touching her cunt with everything I had. "What the fuck is the matter 
with you?" I asked heatedly. "You think my hand isn't good enough for 
your cunt?"

"I just don't like people to touch me there," she said sullenly, 
averting her eyes.

"Are you crazy? You mean no one ever ate you out or jerked you off?"

"Certainly not!" Her eyes blazed as she turned her look on me like a 
death ray. "That makes me scream when I'm touched there."

"How do you get on then?" I asked, genuinely curious now. "Do you enjoy 
sex or do you just do it."

"Of course. I enjoy it. Just don't touch my box."

I sighed and decided I had better make use of my hard-on while I had 
it. I pushed her back into the grass, opened her legs, keeping my hands 
at a respectful distance from her blonde cunt, and waited for her to 
guide me inside.

Despite her orneriness, it felt good to be fucking her. She groaned 
slightly, pushing at my buttocks with every stroke I drove inside her, 
and generally let me know I was doing all right. But there was 
something amiss, I couldn't put my finger on it though and kept on 
fucking.

I could tell by her steady breathing that I was getting nowhere. Though 
my dick is by no means a toddler, and my technique has been refined by 
years of trying to give my wife a climax, I was faltering. She was, I 
thought, just like my wife. You could plug away all night and get 
nowhere. It was so discouraging!

Suddenly a rage welled up inside of me, a vindictive white hot anger. 
If she wouldn't fuck with me, I would fuck on her, and that was that!

I threw out all consideration and sensitivity, to plough into her like 
she was a piece of liver, or a blow-up dummy of Jayne Mansfield. Screw 
her orgasm and screw her finer feelings, I would fuck her like a pig!

I fucked violently, driving my prick up her moist cunt as my hands 
mauled her soft tits to my heart's content. Banging away, thinking only 
of myself, having fantasies about other women and other sex symbols 
while I raved on top of her, impervious to her existence.

She must have sensed it because she began trying to throw me off. She 
might as well have tried to topple the Rock of Gibraltar! I was on to 
stay. Slamming my prick up her nearly dry cunt, I relished the friction 
and the elasticity of stubborn flesh.

I came with a sharp jolt and got off immediately. She lay on the 
ground, her legs still open, her eyes filled with reproach as if I had 
violated her favorite pet. But I was in no mood to console her. I threw 
my clothes on and waited for her to get dressed with my back towards 
her.

When we walked back to the administration building, she apologized for 
her "idiosyncrasy," and groped for a psychological reason for it. Her 
parents, she said, had always taught her that the vagina is dirty and 
to be shunned. Perhaps that was it!

"A lot of parents tell their kids that," I said roughly, "but a lot of 
kids grow out of inhibitions like that just the same."

"You think there's something deeply wrong with me?"

"Could be--I don't know. I've never come up against such a problem 
before."

I could see she was really worried. Her big blue eyes were clouded with 
it, her high, smooth brow was creased with tiny frowns. But since I 
didn't know what to say, I kept silent.

We reached the administration block to find a dozen other instructors 
there. Introductions became confusing, in the end we just laughed and 
said we'd catch the names later.

The rest of the day was filled with instructions, rules, lectures, and 
finally, towards the end of the afternoon, bus loads of noisy kids, all 
between the ages of ten and fifteen. They were all city kids, kind of 
tough and pale, and all girls.

Because it was a girls' camp, there were only the three male 
instructors, myself included, and the other twelve were women. I looked 
them over and saw nothing to excite me. Only Elsa looked fetching and 
sexy. The others stood around like concentration camp guards, middle-
aged and squat, like small patrol tanks.

And because there were only three males in the whole camp, we got an 
enormous amount of attention from the girls coming out of the buses. 
They poured out like syrup and gathered around the instructors, eyeing 
them off with a kind of insolence that was entirely new to me. It felt 
as if they had the numbers, and they could do as they pleased. It was 
an odd sensation, one that made me shiver briefly.

The patrol tanks organized the girls in alphabetical squads and marched 
them off to various huts where they were to deposit their belongings 
and get indoctrinated. I looked after their retreating figures, all 
those young buttocks swinging under thin cloth, budding tits and the 
first sprouts of pubic hair pressing against the material, young 
snatches that had not yet tasted man, nor knew what to expect.

Again, that tremor ran through me like a little earthquake. I shook my 
head and carted my baggage over to the room I'd been given. It was a 
comfortable little place, designed for one person. A single bunk, a 
wooden table and chair, a matching chest of drawers, and a mantle 
radio. Spartan, but I was glad to get so far away from my wife's vulgar 
attempts at redecorating our home in neo-occidental or early Filipino 
rococo. The whole house was a veritable museum of bad taste.

Later, just as the evening meal was finished and I began the short walk 
back to my room, a girl rushed up to me and insisted on introducing 
herself to me as Laura. I shrugged and said my name was James, and she 
clapped with delight, as if I had just asked her to make a deal.

"I saw you when we got off the bus this afternoon," she told me, 
walking alongside me uninvited, "and I thought you looked very 
handsome, like a very nice person who I'd like to get to know."

I looked down at her. She was about five feet tall, twelve if she was a 
day, her thin halter top giving way to slight tits, her tight pants 
pushed out by firm little buttocks. She was cute. Big brown eyes, her 
hair wavy and long, upturned nose and red cheeks, a bright little girl 
I decided.

"So here I am," she went on, skipping to keep up with my long strides. 
"Do you mind this? I mean, are you upset that I disturbed you or 
anything?"

"Not at all," I said diplomatically. "I like to get to know the kids."

"I'm not a kid!" she exclaimed, cross now, her high voice rising, "and 
I'm not just one of the kids either--I'm Laura, I'm a person!"

"Okay, I'm sorry," I said, seeing her eyes flash, "but you must 
understand that with a couple of hundred kids here, you get to see 
people in terms of numbers."

I don't know why I explained myself to such lengths, but she seemed 
satisfied. She walked along till we reached the door of my room, and I 
paused to take my leave of her.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" she asked.

"You'd have to be kidding!" I said, shocked at the idea. "They'd run me 
out of here on a rail!"

"Oh, I see, you're chicken," she said, and turned away. "Okay, chicken, 
I'll see you after midnight."

Before I could say any more she had disappeared into the evening. I 
shrugged my shoulders and went inside. The fresh mountain air had made 
me tired and I soon sank into a sound sleep. I would have slept till 
late into the morning, but suddenly I was shaken awake.

I sat up. It was pitch black all around me. I asked who was there, and 
a high-pitched voice answered me in a conspiratorial whisper, "It's me, 
Laura, be quiet!"

"Get out of here!" I whispered, already having visions of ignominy and 
a life in the streets. "What're you trying to do, ruin me?"

"Nobody knows I'm here," she said, and I heard the rustling of clothes. 
"I checked. I'm careful and I'll be gone before anyone's out looking. 
Now be cooperative or I'll scream."

"Oh damn it!" I groaned, falling back into the pillow. I felt the 
bedclothes lift and suddenly her tender warm body was close to mine. My 
eyes were becoming accustomed to the dark by this time, and I saw her 
shining eyes looking into mine.

"Girls grow up faster than boys, don't you know that?" she whispered.

"And Laura grows up faster than girls," I said sarcastically, fighting 
back the sharp eroticism of the situation. "Now get out of here before 
you do something you might regret later."

"I know what I'm doing, James," she said, trying to sound very adult. 
"My mother has told me all about these things."

"If your mother knew you were here right now she'd kill you!"

"Maybe. But she doesn't know, and I'll be the last to tell her."

She sounded smug, and I felt her little hand on my cock. To my shame it 
was as hard as a rock, and she chuckled deep down in her throat when 
she noticed that. Reassured, she nestled in even closer, and I felt the 
soft, sparse down on her chubby little cunt brush up against my thigh.

At this point I lost what self-control I had, and gave in utterly to 
the welter of brand new sensations that had been building up inside of 
me. Her slender, silken body, her hard little tits and the firm young 
buttocks all became the object of my hottest caresses, switching from 
my former adult stance to one of hedonistic enjoyment in one second.

Her little arms embraced me, her head against my hairy chest as her 
narrow loins crushed into mine. Slowly, savoring the forbiddenness of 
it all, my hand went down to feel her little cunt--and there it was, in 
my hand, practically naked to the touch, its wide cleft accentuated by 
its chubbiness, hot and moist, slippery.

And while I groped around, sensing her silken purse with every nerve at 
my disposal, she stroked my prick and balls with all the zeal of a 
child with a new toy. My cock felt twice as hard and twice as big as it 
had earlier in the day with Elsa. It was so erect it almost pulled me 
up to the ceiling.

Suddenly I became suspicious. I pushed her back and padded over to the 
door. I unlocked and opened it to look out into the darkness to see if 
anyone was near. Not a sound, nothing came to my eye. I locked the door 
again and checked the one window in my hut. The curtain was big and 
thick enough to protect us from the most piercing of peeping toms.

With a sigh of relief I switched on the little lamp and looked down 
into the bed. Laura's big brown eyes looked back at me, sparkling with 
mischief mingled with an oddly womanish kind of arousal. The covers had 
been kicked to the floor, and she stretched out naked.

Her breasts were like upturned saucers, white, with pink and innocent 
nipples. Little shoulders of chicken bone delicacy, her torso straight 
and narrow all the way down her firm hips, brown where her bikini had 
left her exposed to the sun, white loins with that charming little 
cleft poking out pertly.

I could hardly breathe, and I was trembling so hard I had to sit down 
in a hurry or fall down. Never before had I been so aroused, so totally 
hard, and focused on the one cunt. She consumed me. And she knew it.

As soon as I was back on the bed, she took the red knob of my throbbing 
dick into her mouth, stretching her lips to the utmost. She barely 
managed to encompass it, and the pressure on it sent delicious chills 
coursing through my whole body. I looked at the way her back curved 
when she was in that position, slender, sinewy, suddenly blooming into 
two jutting, round buttocks, firm as footballs, untouched by 
housewifery or nuptial drudgery.

I lay down alongside her, after gently dissociating my prick from her 
eager lips, and slid down into her crotch. I had to taste her, lick 
her, eat her up! Smooth lips, silken, firm, smelling of baby powder, 
piss, and the womanly odor of mushrooms. A delicious combination! My 
head reeled as my tongue ran down between her parted cunt lips, licking 
up secretions from her excited hole.

And then, at long last, after I had tortured myself for minutes with 
residual decencies and qualms, I shoved my tongue up her cunt hole as 
far as it would go. It passed through a tight, elastic washer to get 
inside, and she groaned as it gave way to me. I thought of the inflated 
cock pulsing between my legs, and wondered if my tongue wasn't enough 
for her for a few years to come.

I held her tight buttocks in my hands, cupping them and squeezing them 
while my tongue worked into the walls of her cunt, licking at the olive 
juices oozing out and breaking new ground. My prick was wedged between 
my belly and the sheets, rubbing back and forth in the vain, and 
subconscious, hope that I would blow before I would be driven to make 
love with her.

But she had ideas of her own. Her childish voice turned womanly while 
my tongue fucked her, and told me to do it to her.

"Do what?" I asked, interrupting my licking for a moment.

"You know what," she said, her breathing harsh and irregular. "You have 
to do to me what grownups do."

I didn't answer, but her words brought a mad rush of excitement to me. 
Still, I was unprepared, and I did my best to postpone the moment. 
First I raised her ass and brought my tongue down to her little 
asshole, pushing my tongue in and causing her to jerk spasmodically, 
still begging me to fuck her.

Again I thought of the size of my prick and that tight little hole. It 
was impossible! She would die if I took her seriously. And yet the 
thought grew and took shape in my head. I could already feel her tight 
ring gripping my prick, the popping of the cherry, entering uncharted 
territory, smooth and warm and wet.

Despite myself I moved up higher, just tempting myself, determined to 
just touch her cunt with my knob before retreating. And when I was 
there I thought I'd push it up a little, just to show her how 
impossible it would be.

Laura didn't seem to care. Her teeth sank into my neck as she opened 
her legs wide and submitted her body to me. No longer was I dealing 
with a novice--she was all woman.

I slipped it further into her cunt hole, taking advantage of the spit 
and the juices already there to drive my swollen knob in even further. 
Already we were in deeper than I had thought possible, and my dick 
showed no signs of stopping.

Suddenly she uttered a muffled cry, her teeth sank deeper into my flesh 
drawing blood, and her nails raked painfully down my back. I felt 
something warm and viscous flow over my balls, and I knew she had 
arrived. From there on in, I showed no compunction. Lubricated and wide 
open now, her cunt took all of me and could have done with more. I 
rammed and thrust, while she pressed her face into my chest to stop her 
cries from being heard all over the camp.

I don't think she came on that first night, nor did it matter. I knew 
that losing her virginity excited her much more than the finest orgasm 
could. And I felt proud at having done such a good job on her.

We lay in each other's arms for some time after we completed our fuck. 
Our breathing mixed into a duet of gulping pants, gradually slowing 
down into regular deep breaths, just as our bodies slowly returned to 
normal. She said she felt pain, but that it was a beautiful pain, and 
she wished it pained her more.

We talked for some time before she left, and I got her to tell me why 
she had been so determined to lay me. It seems her girlfriends back 
home had all got rid of their cherries long ago, and she was the only 
one on the block still burdened with one.

"So naturally I wanted to be rid of it," she said, now sounding more 
like a child trying to sound adult, instead of the woman she had become 
momentarily, "and when I saw you I had this feeling right inside here," 
she rubbed her loins, "that you would be the one to do it. Why waste 
time, right?"

I laughed and told her she had to be crazy for being in such a hurry. 
"You're a very pretty girl, somebody would have done it for you soon 
enough."

"I don't intend to waste my life waiting for boys to ask me," she said 
tartly, "and you're a good example. What would have happened if I 
hadn't insisted? You would have ignored me and we would have missed out 
on all this."

From the mouths of babes and fools, I reflected, come the biggest 
truths of all--something like that. But it was getting late, and I sent 
her off to bed with the strict warning not to breathe a word of this to 
anyone, and especially not to write home about it, or it would be my 
neck. She promised. I wouldn't have been surprised if she knew the 
legal aspect of her decoration.



Chapter 2


Two days later. Laura had been a little bandy the day before, but when 
we set off on our hiking expedition along with forty other girls, she 
was as athletic as the best of them. She was really very pretty, and I 
had been disappointed that she didn't visit me the previous night. But 
maybe her purpose had been achieved, maybe I had been dropped.

I tried not to think about it. Ridiculous for a grown man to get 
wrapped around the finger of a little girl. But then, I reflected, 
little girls are often the most dangerous. I remembered a friend's 
five-year-old girl who had done such a number on me one day that I had 
got as hard as a rock! Coy, teasing, dropping her pants and pressing 
her soft little chest against me at the slightest pretext, the tot had 
exuded a heavy sensuality that was all female. I had been shocked and 
astonished, and since that time I had viewed all women with equal 
suspicion, nine or ninety, it didn't matter to me.

It was a hot day, the sun burning down relentlessly from a taut blue 
sky. I led my chattering gaggle through picturesque glades and up 
densely wooded slopes. They followed me as if humoring me. Talking and 
giggling, they took no notice whatsoever of nature's works. A few of 
them lit up cigarettes, affecting a blase air of the city girl who 
really finds the country too, too boring.

I took them several miles into the forest, and I would have walked all 
day with them if they hadn't started complaining. Some wanted to sit 
down and have a quiet cigarette, others wanted to go back to camp and 
sleep, and the rest didn't care just so long as I didn't exhaust them 
altogether.

This was something of a dilemma for me. I was used to handling classes 
of boys and girls, but not girls alone. Once again I found out what 
power they exert on a mere male when they're all in a bunch. Luckily a 
compromise presented itself to me in the form of a small lake, about an 
acre in area, lapping at the foot of a thickly forested slope.

"Okay, okay!" I shouted, and the chattering died down a little. "Here's 
a good place for you lazy people to take a break. Smoke, eat, swim, do 
whatever you like, but shut up!"

With shrill cries, most of them tore off their clothes and rushed into 
the cool waters. They dove and splashed, and I sat down with my back 
resting up against a tree trunk, to take in the sights.

Most of the girls were just budding, their buttocks still boyish and 
their legs long, stilt-like, vaguely gangling. Their little cunts were 
bald as eagles, and their tits, if they had emerged at all, still 
looked out of place.

Only a few were already ripe. One dark girl had a brown thicket of hair 
covering her generously proportioned box, and heavy, hard tits that 
barely quivered when she walked. Brownish pink nipples riding high, she 
walked with her shoulders thrown back, proud and conscious of the 
stares of the other girls. They cooed when they saw her pubic hair 
especially, checking their own cunts out, and those hanging between the 
legs of neighbors, before turning their gaze enviously back to the 
matted triangle of the precocious little woman.

This was the girl who hung around me for most of the afternoon, 
together with her friend. The little woman's name was Angela, her 
friend Doris. And where Angela was fully developed, womanly, and ripe, 
Doris was the opposite. Pale, skinny, blonde, washed-out eyes, a bony 
chest and protruding pelvic bones, even her cunt looked thin and 
undernourished.

They hung together by nature. Every good looking girl has a plain girl 
friend who admires her, envies her, and bolsters her ego whenever it's 
needed. Doris was Angela's fan club--and I wouldn't have minded 
becoming a member.

Apart from Angela's precocious development (she was just fourteen), she 
had the face of a sex symbol already. Oval, brown, her lips a red 
cupid's bow, her nose small and straight, and her eyes almond-shaped, 
turned slightly at the corners. She could melt a man just by looking at 
him.

Several times she walked out of the water directly at me, her long dark 
hair slicked back over her shoulders, her eyes deep and unfathomable, 
those round, high tits with the young nipples staring at me, and her 
smooth round belly with its triangle of hair swaying towards me as if 
she was challenging me to a sexual duel. Behind her, like the faithful 
servant, came Doris, pale, neutral, and thin, but always ready.

Angela would stand close to me, looking through me, her cunt inches 
from my mouth, and address Doris. They would talk about the weather, 
with Doris giggling asinine replies. Then she would turn and walk back 
into the water, her big round buttocks moving like oiled orbs. I knew I 
was staring, and I knew the other girls were watching my every move--
but I couldn't help myself.

They swam for an hour and one by one retired, taking the towel out of 
their junior knapsacks and reclining in the shade, naked as the day 
they'd been born. What a feast for me! Trying to seem cool but inwardly 
burning, I looked up dozens of little cunts peeking back at me from 
innocently opened legs or provocative postures.

Angela was last to come out of the water and took her towel to stand in 
front of me again. With a distant look she began to dry herself, paying 
inordinate attention to her fully fledged tits, and drying her box as 
if she meant to wear the hairs off it.

Doris came up beside her and dried herself down too, graceless, 
awkward, trying to copy Angela and failing. I just sat there and looked 
directly into Angela's box. What was the point pretending I didn't 
care? The girls were all watching me like hawks, and doubtless Laura 
had told them of our midnight tryst.

"Why don't you take a swim, sir?" Angela said in a surprising voice. I 
had expected her to sound husky throaty as if she'd been smoking since 
the crib. Instead, her voice came out reedy and silvery, like a five 
year old boy without balls.

"I don't have my costume," I replied.

"Come on, sir!" all the girls yelled as if conducted, "take a swim!"

"We don't have costumes either," Angela reminded me primly. "Do we, 
Doris?"

"No," said Doris. "We don't have costumes."

"I'm sorry," I said firmly, "but that would contravene camp 
regulations."

"And I know something else that broke the rules," said a voice from the 
crowd. Laura stood up and gave me a big, cautioning smile. I sighed and 
took my clothes off and they all cheered, and dove into the water.

It was as if the fleet of Lilliput was after me. Dozens of girls jumped 
in after me, swimming with short, brisk strokes while I headed for the 
center of the lake to get away from them. Angela, it seemed, had earned 
her tits by exercise. Swimming. She was right behind me, no matter how 
I poured the juice on. And, towing along in her wake, was Doris.

 The others dropped away as the three of us tore across the smooth 
surface of the lake. I kept looking around to see if they had given up 
yet, but no, there was Angela's head, just visible above the water 
while her strong arms dug in and out to keep her hot on my trail. And 
just behind her was the head of Doris.

We reached the opposite shore and sank down on the grassy embankment 
exhausted. Angela lay down beside me, her chest heaving, her tits 
quivering, wet and beat. And Doris lay alongside her, near death.

"You can certainly swim," I told Angela. And she, despite her 
tiredness, answered she could do more than swim--for the right guy. 
"Oh, come on," I replied. "You're only fourteen, what do you know about 
things like that."

"Enough," she said cryptically, and Doris added, "She knows 
everything."

"You'll only get me into trouble," I said, my eyes drinking in her firm 
tits and hard belly which were gleaming in the sun. "They'll fire me. 
You wouldn't want that would you?"

"It won't happen--if you cooperate."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"We know all about Laura and you," she said calmly, "and you have our 
word that it won't go any further, just as long as you cooperate."

I could hardly believe it! In her silvery angel's voice she was laying 
down the law to me as if she was the head of the toughest gang in town. 
Oh well, I thought, if they're going to blackmail me into it, I may as 
well enjoy it.

"Okay, I'll buy your silence with my cooperation. What do you want me 
to do?"

"I want you to make love to me," Angela said curtly, "and I want you to 
show Doris what it's like too."

"Yes," said Doris. "I want to know about it too."

"So what do you think is a good opening?" I asked.

Angela looked at me for a moment, then determinedly took my prick and 
tried to stuff it up her dark, downy cunt. I lay back and watched this 
little spectacle, letting her perform while I relished the electric 
tingles of pleasure shooting up through me.

In the end she became peeved and asked if I always let the woman do all 
the work. I laughed, and began to cooperate in all seriousness.

I motioned her to come sit on my face, and she straddled my mouth with 
tense excitement. Then I directed Doris to get her lips around my prick 
and make it stand up. She thought that sounded like fun and attacked my 
prick with gusto. And while her thin lips did their best to take all of 
my limpness inside, I let my tongue rove in Angela's softly overgrown 
cunt.

It was a fat little thing, swollen and firm, opening easily to give me 
a generous view of her tight pink cunt hole. She looked down at me, her 
hands timidly stroking her big tits, waiting for my tongue to take its 
toll on her stability.

She didn't have long to wait. I located her tiny clitoris and gave it 
everything I had. Circling it with my tongue, nibbling at it with my 
teeth, sucking it out and drawing at it, till it was time to get back 
down to the pit again. I shoved my tongue up her cunt. She tasted like 
Laura, but more womanly, more mushroom than baby powder.

My prick rose and filled Doris' mouth to bursting point. She gagged and 
coughed, but bravely returned to purse her lips around the throbbing 
head, her little hands working around the base of my cock and down into 
my big balls. It felt good. For an amateur she was making a lot of 
professionals look stupid.

I rested for a moment, content to look up into Angela's dark box, 
fingers idly caressing her clit, and prying up her cunt, rimming her 
anus. She had her eyes tightly closed and breathed only with effort. 
Her chest heaved and I had to squeeze her tits briefly before returning 
my attention to her cunt.

She was wet and restless, her hips shuddering with an unearthly rhythm, 
so that I found it difficult to put my tongue in the right place. But 
it seemed that any part of her little cunt at all was a good place, and 
so I began licking with abandon, slobbering all the way up and all the 
way down, tasting her and kissing her, sucking more juice out of her 
hole when she paused for a second, waiting for her to explode.

Doris worked on my prick most conscientiously, but I got the feeling 
the whole affair was lost on her. And so I told her to bring her bare 
cunt over to where I could get my fingers into it. I felt sorry for 
her. All her life she would have to play second riddle to somebody, at 
least I could give her a little break.

She shuffled over on her haunches, her cunt open for my prying fingers 
to do their utmost. With one hand I held Angela down over my face and 
with the other I did everything in my power to stimulate Doris into a 
self-forgetful reverie in case I couldn't satisfy both girls.

She was getting the hang of it, quicker than I thought she would. Her 
pale, thin loins bobbed over my two fingers till they were up her 
snatch to the knuckles, and the juices ran wild! I'd never seen such a 
wet girl. Dripping down over my hand, and down the inside of her 
thighs, pouring as if somebody had knocked over the container.

I almost forgot about Angela in my attempt at reducing Doris to an 
insentient jelly of ecstasy. But the downy hot box pressing into my 
mouth made her impossible to forget. I bit into her, shielding her 
tender flesh from my teeth by keeping my lips between them. She groaned 
and began to thrash about.

Automatically I rolled over and covered her body with mine. Her eager 
hands guided my prick inside. She was wide open and loose. I was amazed 
at the capaciousness of her cunt, Angela must have lost her virginity 
to a super stud when she was ten, I thought, while my prick banged 
inside barely touching the walls of her dripping wet cunt.

Doris adjusted her position to fit in with us. She lay with her ass 
against the top of Angela's skull so that I could eat her out while 
fucking her friend. Pissy and tangy, a little sharper than Angela's 
box, and running wet, she excited my senses so much that I had to grit 
my teeth to stop from blowing. I hoed into her, meanwhile ploughing my 
prick into Angela's quivering cunt relentlessly.

They were both moaning and groaning, shaking and begging for more. I 
was like a ten-armed god, titillating, eating, squeezing, and fucking, 
absorbed completely in their flesh and smell, listening to their love 
songs with eager ears. Angela's cunt slurped loudly with every stroke 
and her fists beat against the grass in an effort to contain all of the 
passions coursing through her young body. Doris was squealing high and 
loud, her voice echoing reedily through the forest.

I saw Doris' face, tense, pale, her eyes shut tight, her mouth wide 
open, and I decided it was her turn next. Without warning I withdrew my 
prick from Angela's cunt and stood up to seize Doris' thin body with 
both arms. For a moment fear flashed through her eyes, but I gave her 
no chance to think about it. I turned her around so that she found 
support against a tree trunk, and shoved my greasy prick right up her 
tiny cunt.

She screamed high, like a whistle, and began to droop. I held her up 
and pushed the dick further inside. She was wet and ready, but suddenly 
she squealed again and the trickle of blood that ran down my thrusting 
prick told me I had scored yet another cherry.

This excited me beyond reason. I drew back once more and this time 
drove it in to the hilt, splitting her almost in two. Angela came over 
and helped to steady her struggling friend, one hand on her own hairy 
twat to keep the juices flowing for when I came back.

But for the time being I was more than happy with Doris. Skinny she 
might be, but her cunt was a masterpiece. Inside, muscles quivered and 
massaged around cock, producing the weirdest thunderstorms of emotions 
in my loins. I fucked harder and her box worked harder. It was not 
something she did deliberately. Rather it was a gift, a consolation 
prize for having been born plain. The boys would get the message down 
the grapevine soon, and Doris would be snatching them out of Angela's 
arms, if only for five minutes at a time.

She brought me to the brink of blowing. I withdrew all but my throbbing 
knob and waited for a few seconds till the sperm subsided. Then I 
started all over again, slamming it inside, parting her naked cuntlips 
and extending her hole to the maximum.

Doris no longer made a sound. Her thin back shook and swayed, her hands 
clutched the tree trunk as if it was the only thing left in her world, 
and her full weight was resting on Angela by now, since her knees had 
turned to jelly. In one way she was a pathetic sight, in another she 
was the perfect fuck.

I reamed up her cunt till I came close to blowing again and pulled out. 
It was as if she had been de-boned. She collapsed in a sobbing heap on 
the ground, released by Angela who was already busy trying to stuff my 
prick up her cunt again. Patiently, I laid the full-bodied girl on the 
ground and fucked her some more, slowly this time, taking it easy, 
curious to see how long this child-woman would last.

Pretty soon she started to breathe with that special urgency that 
heralds an orgasm. I raised my loins slightly so that my prick would 
rasp against the top of her cunt and give her clitoris that extra 
booster. She began to growl, her childish voice cracking, faster and 
faster, till she came apart in a fireworks orgasm. Her face screwed up 
tight for a second, then relaxed into a beatific smile while her body 
wilted and melted into liquid.

Doris was still on the ground, an intense look in her eyes as both 
hands attempted to exhort a climax from her soaking cunt. Once again I 
was moved by her predicament, and so I walked over and slid my prick up 
her cunt for dessert. She cried out, her ass high into the air and her 
face on the ground, her body open to me.

I slashed it up her and grabbed her skinny hips with both hands to ram 
her back and forth till I thought her eyes might drop out of her head. 
She loved it. Yelling and encouraging me, she let herself get dragged 
and pulled around, her face skittering over the grass along with her 
bony knees. Her cunt slurped like a bilge pump and farted out air 
pockets while I poked it up with all my might.

Then she came. With the force of a shotgun she exploded into a thousand 
pieces, threshing and crying, her mouth wide open and gulping in much 
needed air, before she fell back and grinned weakly up at me.

I stood over them both with my throbbing prick in my hand and delivered 
a number of strokes to it. The sperm squirted out over their prostrate, 
naked girlish bodies, dropping on them in white wads which they 
curiously licked up. Then I sat down heavily and rested for a bit.

Half an hour later we swam back. The girls were still swimming, some of 
them asleep in the grass, others already dressed waiting to go back to 
camp. Our return was cheered and hooted. Some of the older girls gave 
me knowing looks, their evil eyes checking out my limp and shrunken 
prick.

Then Angela and Doris appeared, and another cheer went up. Angela 
grinned broadly and affected an exaggerated bandy walk. But Doris 
blushed and quickly put on her clothes.

I took Angela aside and impressed upon her the need for keeping this a 
secret.

"Don't worry," she said, favoring me with a melting smile. "I know 
where it's at."

"That's kind of you."

"Not at all," she said, turning around to get her clothes. "I just know 
that if I play ball, you'll play ball, right?"

"Yeah, right," I said, watching her undulating buttocks walk away from 
me. Cunning as a shithouse rat, that girl, but trustworthy enough.

I counted heads and led my party through the woods, roughly into the 
direction of Camp Good Health. My sense of direction has never been too 
good. If I'm faced with a choice of directions, I will invariably pick 
the wrong one. This has become such a strict pattern, that lately I've 
taken to going into the direction opposite to the one I choose to go in 
originally, and so far it's worked. However, on that day I took an 
entirely erroneous course and landed back at the lake.

Just as I was about to turn back and find a tree to climb, I heard a 
strange noise. I came in closer, motioning for the girls to shut up. 
Sensing a distraction, they did, and watched as I crept through the 
bushes.

Then I saw them. Else and two girls, a third standing watch. They were 
all naked, Elsa lying back on the grass with one girl between her legs, 
another on her face, all of them sucking and being sucked, writhing 
around and groaning earthily.

Angela appeared at my side to take a look. I tried to shoo her away, 
but it was too late. Her eyes grew round and feverish at the sight, her 
hand unconsciously slipping down to her crotch to satisfy whatever 
pangs might spring up. Next to arrive was Doris, and then they were all 
craning their necks to get a good look.

Elsa and her friends had noticed nothing. The sentinel was far too 
absorbed in the tangle of bodies at their feet to bother looking 
around. As for the trio, all they could see or hear was cunt.

Elsa got up on her knees after shaking her friends off gently, and 
began licking the sentinel's box with long strokes. She trembled, her 
girl's face flushing with the unmodulated sensations coursing through 
her, and she had to hold on to Elsa's blonde head for support.

She had certainly chosen well. The two girls got up and watched Elsa 
regale the sentinel. Both were quite well built for their age, straight 
backed with round little asses and tender budding tits with pink, 
delicate nipples. Blonde and freckled like Elsa, innocent eyes like 
Elsa, they might all be her daughters to look at them.

One of them stepped up closer and took Elsa's big hairy cunt in her 
hand, to squeeze and knead it while Elsa's tongue slipped up the 
trembling sentinel's cunt. What a contrast, I thought, between the 
naked little cunt and Elsa's densely overgrown pussy. Little girls get 
bigger every day.

The girls in my party began to giggle. I supposed they were amused to 
see women do it together, that is, if they had seen men and women do it 
together. I tried to keep them quiet, because Elsa had the sentinel on 
the ground and was starting to fuck her with her pubic bone gnashing 
into the girl's cunt--but the giggling grew till they alarmed the 
fucking foursome.

Elsa jumped up, her eyes wider than ever, scanning the bushes. When she 
saw me she became furious and opened her mouth to curse me out--but 
then she saw forty pairs of eyes around me, and her mouth fell to like 
a steel trap.

Some sense of mutual respect made us all withdraw. The girls in my 
party had enough on Elsa and me to send us up the river for years to 
come, but I knew they had other plans. The victorious look Angela threw 
me, and the smug smile on Laura's face was enough to tell me that.

We got back to the camp in time for dinner, after which we sat around 
the fire like idiots and sang songs. Angela sat at one side of me, 
Laura on the other as if guarding their property. I wondered who would 
visit me that night, and then I began to wonder if they'd keep me 
waiting long.

I was developing quite a taste for young flesh. This thought alarmed me 
a little, but then I shrugged. Whatever I might decide, these fiends in 
girl's clothing had me in their power. Nothing persuades like 
blackmail.



Chapter 3


On the way back to my cabin I ran into Mark Dennis the muscular bronzed 
hero of all Good Health. He gave me a broad smile and invited me into 
his room for a drink. I agreed and followed him inside.

His place was the same as mine, except for one or two important 
details. First, he had a cocktail cabinet filled with liquor and fitted 
into the wall, and second he had three little girls resting on his bed 
watching a portable television. Mark saw the look on my face. "Shocked, 
old boy? Don't worry. This is my fifth consecutive year here and 
believe me, if you don't fuck yourself silly here the girls will rip 
off your balls."

"But the rules," I stammered, "I mean, what if you're caught?"

"Who's going to catch me?" he shrugged. "All those middle-aged ladies 
you saw organizing the girls are too busy planning Snakes & ladders 
tournaments. Of course, now and then you get a girl with principles who 
wants to lift the lid, but the other girls deal with that. A little 
internal terrorism, you know what I mean?"

One of the girls on his bed, a pretty thing dressed in very tight, 
crotch-hugging shorts, lit a cigarette and took a sip of her drink, her 
eyes unwaveringly fixed on the television. The other two lit up as 
well.

"I see," I said slowly. "But what about the director of this place? 
Doesn't he care about what happens?"

"The director has a postage stamp collection that's dearer to him than 
anything in the world," Mark shrugged. "If you bother him with anything 
but philately, he's likely to snap your head off."

"Sounds ideal, and here I was taking all sorts of precautions, that 
seems silly now."

"You know," he said slowly, raising his martini glass up high, "I have 
never asked for a raise in pay." He laughed and we drank it down.

He poured another, and freshened the drinks of his girls. One of them 
complained how hot it was and removed her halter top. She was pretty 
well built for her age, he thought. She stroked her breasts and gave me 
a sidelong glance. I felt my cock throb, but I fought it down. With my 
choice running into the hundreds I wasn't about to be bulldozed by 
anyone.

We drank to our month at the Camp, and then I returned to my cabin. For 
a moment I felt like a pop star who comes back to his apartment only to 
find the hallways choked with eager groupies. There were about six of 
them, all sitting on my doorstep, some more inside, and others hanging 
around the hut with a nonchalant air about them. It was up to me to say 
who could come and who could go without.

I ran my eyes over them--young, lissome, some as flat-chested as boys, 
others with their shoulders thrown back to accentuate the little plums 
under their flimsy tops. A few of the girls were in nighties, far too 
short, their long foal's legs loosely crossed to give me tantalizing 
glimpses of naked cunts, hot and new.

I couldn't come to a decision. Finally I told them all to undress and 
we would decide by means of a contest. They all stood outside my cabin 
in a row. Naked, their little bodies shining in the lights, cleft 
little chubs poking out from between their legs, naive little cunts and 
unbruised little tits. I gazed into their eyes, and they too were 
innocent. But a little spark of mischief danced in them.

Apprentice women, I thought, about to submit their bodies to the 
instructor in an attempt at broadening their lives.

"Okay, I want you all to race to that hut over there and back. The 
first two to get here will spend the night with me."

As if set off by the same trigger, the girls began running like 
dervishes towards the indicated hut, their little buttocks shaking and 
twisting with the effort. Long gawky legs pounded over the grass. 
Squeals and nervous giggles resounded through the night. The first one 
touched the hut and turned to head back, but other girls got in her way 
and made her trip. She struggled to her feet, crying out, getting in 
the way of others who fell and, in their turn, tripped up running 
girls.

A ball of naked girls fighting to disentangle themselves. I stared 
intensely, my eyes searching out the little boxes from the heap, my 
eyes peeling away the darkness to see more closely. Finally, a figure 
broke loose and ran straight for me. It was Doris.

Deep inside I cursed my rotten luck. Poor little Doris. She was covered 
in scratches and bruises received from the melee. The second girl was a 
lot better. Tall, high breasted, narrow hips and full ass, she came 
running at me like a nymphomaniac after a year in a woman's prison, and 
for a second I felt timid in the face of such sexual drive.

But then I took them both inside and slammed the door shut before the 
other contestants could take their anger out on me. For a few minutes 
there was shrill arguing going on outside, but eventually they all went 
to bed to take care of themselves.

I waited till Doris and the other girl, Irene, had caught their breath, 
meanwhile admiring Irene. In the dark she had looked good, but in the 
light she looked even better. Her skin was dark, her eyes a deep brown, 
but her hair was a natural yellow color, a fact born out by the thin 
fuzz on her cunt.

This beauty's tits were almost on her shoulders, they were so high, and 
she had high cheekbones, a touch of oriental in her blood I guessed. 
She was a true beauty, thirteen, perhaps fourteen, but already poised 
and sure of herself.

I took my clothes off and Doris immediately huddled up between my legs 
to bring life to my prick. I took Irene by the hand and drew her close 
to me. Now that she was the girl for the night, I could see she was 
having grave doubts, and would take any excuse to get out of here.

She began to tremble when I took hold of her, her eyes nervously 
flicking to the busy head of Doris. I patted her paternally, soothing 
words coming from my mouth, while my eyes devoured her. Caressing her, 
stroking her arms, trying to make her feel at home, till her eyes 
became less shifty.

I brought my hand to her tit and carefully brushed over her tender 
flesh. Her eyes closed for a moment as if in pain, but her chest moved 
closer to me. The next time I touched her more positively, squeezing 
her subtly, rolling her nipple between my fingers till she was totally 
relaxed.

Only then did I take a handful to knead and, when she showed pleasure, 
I leaned over the reclining Doris to kiss her nipples and suck at the 
taut flesh, my lips and tongue regaling her tits with all the pleasures 
at my disposal. Her breath came less regularly and her eyes closed to 
become small slits.

Slowly, my eyes upon her for the slightest misgiving, I ran my hand 
down her silken belly and let my fingers rummage through the fine down 
covering her pubic bone. How good she felt! She looked uneasy, her eyes 
open again and searching mine for reassurance. I smiled and kissed her 
on the mouth. Below us Doris was making slurping sounds around my hard 
cock.

My hand moved down a fraction, a finger hooking into the top of her 
cleft. Smooth and tight, giving elastically when I tugged at it to get 
her started. She responded well, her legs opening ever so slightly, the 
fear draining from her.

I wanted to eat her up right there, but Doris lay between us like an 
old inhibition! I didn't know what to do about her. The girl was 
probably unbalanced or something, and might very well be having 
delusions about me. Maybe I had been the only person to treat her 
nicely. Some girls mistake sex for that. Yet, somehow I had to get rid 
of her.

Irene looked at me, then down at Doris, and back at me with a frown. I 
nodded, still trying to think up ways of doing away with Doris without 
hurting her feelings. She had a way of being hateful and pitiable at 
the same time. Still with her mouth around my dick, slobbering and 
gagging, her thin frame racked with deep tremors.

"Damn!" I said suddenly, "I wish we had something to drink in this 
place. That's the way to really get turned on."

As I expected, Doris could hardly wait to please me. She jumped up, her 
face wet and flushed, and volunteered to borrow beverages from Mark. I 
told her that was a great idea and, as soon as she was out the door, I 
locked up behind her.

Then I went back to Irene. She was lying back on the bed, her eyes 
closed, the light shading her face so that her fine bones stood out and 
gave her a regal air. Little girls get bigger by the minute, I thought 
to myself, letting my eyes feast on her high tits, pointed slightly 
towards her armpits, firm and still, her nipples rigid. She had her 
arms by her side, so I could see the smooth plane of her belly, the way 
it flowed down into her sparse little bush.

Her legs were slightly parted, the full cunt open just a crack. The 
wide cleft polarized all my senses. My eyeballs felt like popping, 
everything in me was drawn towards her, and she lay there exercising 
her magnet with lazy assurance.

I stumbled back onto the bed and let my face sink into her resilient 
flesh, my tongue licking at her dew, tasting her and finding she tasted 
different from any woman or girl I had ever been with. At first there 
was almost no taste, just a tingling fragrance that I identified as 
bath soap. But as I sucked at her pink hole, more came down. A subtle 
taste appeared, setting my taste buds on end, a fine flavor of crushed 
leaves and moss.

I couldn't get enough of her. She lay quietly while I tried to swallow 
her. I forgot about her. A serious mistake, now that I look back on it, 
but I couldn't help myself. This was heaven. Her smooth little cunt, 
polished talcum stone but yielding, wet and hot, those little downy 
bristles brushing against my nose while I dug in deeper with my tongue 
to reach for more fluids, and the nectar taste, all of it combined to 
make me lose all self-control.

Hours could have passed, I don't know. I recall hearing an hysterical 
knocking on the door, but it never really registered. I drank and ate, 
lost in her loins, eating her asshole along with her cunt, sinking my 
teeth into her springy buttocks just to taste her firmness, and pushing 
fingers up all orifices. I was a victim of frenzy, and it wasn't till 
much later that I thought to see how she was doing.

To my consternation, there was no expression on her face. If there was 
one, it might have been a trace of disgust. For all her wetness and all 
her heat, she hadn't enjoyed this one bit. I sat up, wiping my face and 
feeling a fool.

"You don't like me to do this?" I asked.

She shook her head, sending her yellow hair flying, "No, not at all. I 
mean, it feels nice, but there's something missing. It's as if you're 
jerking off over me, like I'm not here."

Her cunning eyes looked into mine with a note of appeal. A sensitive 
one, I thought, and wondered how to rectify the situation.

"That's not true," I told her. "I'm just lost in you, your beauty and 
your sexuality. It's all about you, you're the reason I'm doing all 
these things. Do you see that?"

"Not really. I mean, we're lovers, so we should talk shouldn't we? But 
you haven't said a word."

I was losing my temper. There she was, naked on my bed, the sexiest 
little girl in camp, and she wanted to fucking talk! My prick was 
burning, it demanded hot action, right now! And she wanted to discuss 
the junior prom or something,

"We'll talk later," I said, and pushed her down on the bed, at the same 
time covering her body with mine and nudging the throbbing knob towards 
her cunt hole. Her eyes opened with fright at the first contact, and 
when I pushed it further in she began to protest.

But I was in no mood to listen. Feeling her silky figure below me, her 
helplessness, her distilled sensuality, all of it made me rock hard and 
desperate to get inside her young sheath. I pushed harder and she 
screamed. That was the end of that cherry, I thought grimly, and began 
to poke my dick up further, fighting against the elastic resistance put 
up by her little cunt.

I moved my loins back and gave it to her good, not sparing any of the 
horses. My cock was inflated with a powerful lust, and the rest of my 
body was at low power so as to send all excess energy down into my 
prick. I lay over her, all dead weight, my hands holding on to her fine 
shoulders for support, my face buried into the pillow. I felt the spit 
dribbling out of my mouth and I was powerless to even swallow.

In and out, out as far as the tip of my knob, in up to the hilt, 
widening her cunt despite the fact that she was drying out down there. 
The resistance was terrific, it was starting to feel as if I was 
fucking a cunt made out of life-like plastic! And it proved too much 
for me.

The friction set my prick on fire. My knob contracted as a spurt of hot 
sperm rushed up through it, tearing it apart and blasting up her cunt 
with gale force. More sperm followed in hot bursts each salvo draining 
me of life force. Till finally I grunted like a bull that's been stuck 
for the last time and fell over her.

"Get off!" I heard her say, and small hands pushed at my shoulders. 
"Get off you dirty pig!"

I wanted to oblige her, but I couldn't. Vaguely I heard her insistent 
demands, and I heard the hysterical knocking again, but I was on the 
brink of consciousness, trying to rally. Slowly my blood flooded out of 
my prick and back into circulation. And just as slowly I regained all 
my senses till I was able to get up off Irene and stand back to gaze 
over my handiwork.

Her eyes were shooting sparks of fury at me. For a minute or so she lay 
on the bed in the same position, the sperm oozing out of her box and 
over the sheets. Blood was mingled with it, coloring the stain red. She 
was flecked with sweat and dribble, there were bruises where my hands 
were and she was mad.

"You fucking pig!" she said, and it sounded almost comical coming from 
her childish lips. "You'll pay for this!"

She jumped up and rushed for the door. I caught her in mid-flight and 
threw her back onto the bed.

"Now listen," I said in a reasonable voice, "it's always hard to take 
the first time. Give me a second chance and I'll show you how good it 
can be."

She stood her ground, quivering with rage, her childish form taking the 
sting out of her words. "You disgust me!" she screamed. "First you put 
your mouth where I pee and then you nearly crush me! You've caused me 
to bleed and you messed me up inside and now you want me to let you do 
it again!"

"You don't understand. You'll see how different it is the next time. 
Just think how it felt in the beginning before Doris left. That felt 
good, didn't it?"

"Yes. But that was before you got disgusting."

"You'll learn later that all men like to do that to a girl as pretty as 
you."

"You think I'm pretty?" she said, her manner changing in a flash. 
"Prettier than Doris?"

"I'm prettier than Doris," I said, "but I would say you're the 
prettiest girl in the whole camp."

"Now you're fibbing," she said, but I could see her glow with pleasure. 
She sat back down on the bed and began to wipe herself. I got a basin 
of warm water from the shower, some soap and a cloth with which I 
rinsed her little cunt free of blood and sperm. Then I massaged it 
gently till she said she was all right.

The massaging had made me feel a lot better too. My fingertips still 
tingled with the sensation of her full labia. I kept my face as cool as 
possible, though, till she announced her willingness to try again. But 
my cock kept bobbing nervously, slowly refilling.

"You see, when I put some of this stuff on you down there, it won't 
hurt so much. In fact, it'll give you nothing but pleasure. Do you want 
me to put some on you?" I asked, extending the jar of Vaseline.

She sniffed at it and finally nodded. Her body grew tense as my finger 
applied it to the rim of her cunt, but relaxed while I took my time. 
Rose pink, almost round, firm and warm, gleaming under its coat of 
Vaseline, the mysterious darkness beyond hinting at untold pleasures. I 
had trouble holding myself back from brutally ploughing into her.

But I wasn't about to take any chances. I finished greasing her, 
replaced the top on the jar, and sat on the bed beside her. We talked 
for a bit, a few laughs, my hands caressing her back and shoulders, now 
and then lightly brushing over her tits and belly, but staying clear of 
her cunt. And I felt her recline towards me.

She was ready and we both knew it. Her eyes flicked down at my cock, 
her shy hand reaching out to stroke it, and hold the knob like it was a 
delicate flower. I wanted her to give me some head, but I knew better 
than to suggest it. Instead, I took to stimulating all her parts till 
she was driven to put both her little fists around my proud erection 
and jerk at it instinctively.

When she felt up to it, she lay back and invited me to enter her. I 
told her she'd better get on top of me, that way I wouldn't crush her. 
She gave me a dubious look, but complied.

Under my direction, she squatted over my hard cock, and carefully eased 
over it. The Vaseline certainly helped. She almost slipped right down 
to my pubic bone and had to clutch hold of me. But then she felt the 
intense pleasure of it and actually forced her way down to around my 
hilt.

She stayed in that position for some time, her tender loins bobbing 
over my cock. My hands cupped her taut buttocks and steadied the motion 
till my cock was subjected to an intensely pleasurable rhythm that made 
me squirm with the effort of holding back.

It felt so good that I lost my perspective again! Even as I write this, 
I feel annoyance at myself for making the same mistake twice, but what 
happened, happened, that's history. I closed my eyes and gripped her 
spring chicken ass more tightly, savoring each beat and each buzz-bath 
of sensations it provided my cock. Emotions rippled through my system 
and broke in my head. My awareness of her physical presence was 
complete. Her slender form, her high tits, her boyish buttocks and her 
long, gawky legs, all of these were imprinted on my mind.

But I was ignoring the part of her that she thought most important. 
Suddenly she got up off me and made for the door. I snapped out of my 
euphoria as if somebody had turned the ice water on me, and jumped up 
to stop her.

"Let me go!" she yelled, struggling as I dragged her back to the bed. 
"You don't care about me! To you I'm just a machine."

I couldn't talk. My mind was a cloud, all I wanted was to fuck, my cock 
demanded it, my body seconded the motion, and no one, especially not 
this little girl, was going to deny me my fulfillment!

I threw her on the bed and fell on top of her, my cock reaming up her 
oily snatch so that my pubic bone slammed into hers. She screamed with 
pain and fear. I didn't care! She had asked for it.

She shuddered and fought. Her nails raked through my skin and her teeth 
bit at me. The pain only intensified my pleasure. Harder and harder I 
fucked, my prick plunging in and out with lightning speed, trying new 
angles, bumping into new spots, nothing availed. She kept fighting and 
spitting, biting and scratching.

Something happened to me during that tussle. Suddenly her button-small 
pink asshole bloomed all over my mind, there was nothing in the world I 
wanted except that, and I would have it. Seeing as she was in such a 
bad mood anyway, there'd be no harm in taking it.

I pulled her off me and flipped her around. With quick, determined 
movements I slipped a pillow under her belly and pulled her arms back 
so her back arched and pushed her little ass upwards.

There it was. Xanadu! I pushed my oily knob up against her ass and 
began pushing so hard my rock-like dick almost snapped in half. Her 
screams resounded through the cabin, adding fire to my fury. I felt my 
dick slip inside, up the hot, smooth passage, and get gripped all over 
by alarmed muscles and nerves.

I blew almost immediately. Using the sperm to slip all the way inside, 
I held her pinned down, impaled like a butterfly in a collection, till 
my breathing was back to normal and she stopped screaming. Whimpering, 
still mad but impotent, she lay still, just waiting for me to give her 
a break.

Finally I got up, and like a shot she was at the door, fumbling with 
the lock and out. Before she disappeared into the night, she turned 
around, waved her clenched fists and shouted, "You'll pay for this, you 
pig!"

A few minutes later Doris came inside. Her face was tear stained, her 
hair limp from a drizzle of rain that had fallen while I had been 
fucking Irene. She looked like a cat that had drowned.

Since all my nasty emotions had blown themselves out by this time, I 
felt sincere pity for her. I invited her inside, closed the door, and 
let her crawl into bed with me for the night. Lovemaking was out of the 
question, so I just cuddled her till she fell asleep.

I slept with all the soundness of a man with a good future ahead of 
him. Doris' little body lay hard against me, her breathing regular, her 
cunt twitching nervously against my ass now and then as if she was 
dreaming of things to come. And the cabin was quiet and peaceful after 
the evening's struggle.

Little did I know the storm that was brewing up just for me in the huts 
surrounding the cabin. As I said before, girls together form terrible 
pacts, and if a man doesn't toe their lines, he might as well wave 
himself goodbye.



Chapter 4


I noticed the change at breakfast. The fan club that had sprung up so 
suddenly, had disappeared just as fast. Silence fell over the dining 
masses when I walked in, cold glints appeared in the childish eyes, and 
the few greetings I issued went unreturned.

The other instructors were ignorant of all this, and greeted me as 
usual. But Mark knew what was going on. He beckoned me over to sit 
beside him, and whispered to me.

"What did you do, old boy? They're giving you the collective cold 
shoulder, you know. You must have really upset somebody."

"This little girl, Irene, must have blown the whistle on me," I 
shrugged. "We didn't see eye to eye on a few things last night."

"You mean you fucked her badly," he asked. "That's big trouble, old 
fruit, big trouble indeed."

"You've seen this kind of thing happen before?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, every year somebody cops it. Usually it amounts to little 
more than a suspension, a few days of ice, then he's back in favor 
again. Tell me, how badly did you fuck this Irene?"

"She was as mad as a hornet when she left," I said, "But I thought I'd 
done rather well by her."

"If she was mad, you failed, doesn't matter what you think. So, well, 
maybe you'll get three days for it, could be a week. They'll make it 
tough for you till then."

"What the fuck is this!" I said, suddenly impatient. "They're just kids 
and we're adults. They do as we say, that's how it is. I'm not putting 
up with any nonsense from them. That's for sure."

He just grinned and said he wished me luck before going back to his 
breakfast. On the surface of it, everything in the mess hall was back 
to normal, giggling chattering girls, all of them dressed in thin 
shirts and little shorts, ready for a day of exercise and games.

Straight after breakfast I had to take a hundred of the girls for 
gymnastics. Nothing complicated. Just a series of routine exercises. 
But it didn't go too well. The girls pretended they couldn't hear me, 
and I was yelling so hard I went purple in the face. Then they messed 
up their exercises, and burst out into giggles, just making a shambles 
of their class.

I tried to upbraid them, and snap them back into line, but nothing 
worked. Not one of them did anything that was specifically wrong. If 
they messed up, they did it in a bunch. It was very scary the way they 
cooperated among themselves. At the end I decided to punish them as a 
group by making them run around the camp twice.

They accepted this order and began to run to the perimeter so they 
could follow the fence. But they weren't caring! Their pace was slow, 
and when they got tired they simply walked. Laughing and giggling, 
shoving each other, cracking jokes at my expense, ignoring my orders to 
shape up. For the first time I realized what a ruthless band of 
cutthroats they were!

For the rest of the day I had to take a party of forty hiking again, 
and once in the woods, I was supposed to organize them into teams to 
search and evade each other. To this end they had all been given 
compasses and a lunch pack, and I had been given detailed instructions 
on how to conduct them.

But they found a comfortable spot, sat down, and ate their lunch, not 
heeding my commands at all. In the end, I sat on my own some distance 
away from them and ate my lunch out of sheer nervousness.

By the evening I was a nervous wreck. No one came near my cabin. Even 
Doris had obviously been warned to keep away. From the adjoining cabins 
I heard shrieks and giggles, the popping of corks and masculine 
laughter. Even the timid-looking Lester Phipps, camp dietitian, had 
girls lining up outside his door. And Elsa was holding a little party 
for select friends.

Only I was alone. The middle-aged ladies were busy in their cabins, 
planning the fun for the coming day. I could imagine them, bent over a 
strategy board, pushing mock regiments of girls around from place to 
place till they had devised some satisfactory, health-inducing, game 
plan for everyone.

But I had nothing to do. I thought about my wife and what she would be 
doing right now. Playing bridge with her friends, no doubt. Bridge had 
displaced sex for her. I hate the game. She had taken the game up 
during our honeymoon, playing it with other honeymoon couples while I 
played a lot of sports. And now, in the fifth year of our marriage, she 
was playing bridge full-time, going to matches, clubs and casual card 
evenings.

As for the full deck of cards between her legs, she had forgotten about 
them. Not so these little girls. They were just discovering them, and 
dealing them all out! My flesh hungered for them, anyone, even little 
Doris and her bald, underfed cunt. If I could only get my hands on one!

I took a walk. It was a hot night, many of the huts were already in 
darkness, all the windows open. I peered inside some of them. Mostly I 
heard regular breathing or high little voices mumbling sleepily. But in 
some the girls were wide awake and conducting their own pleasures.

One hut was especially active. I took up a well-concealed position and 
watched as four girls stripped in front of a dozen spectators and set 
to making love with unbridled energy.

They were all very pretty, and seemed to have been chosen for the color 
of their hair. One girl was black, very black, in fact, her skin 
glowing in the bright lights, silky sheen. She had tiny tits with big 
nipples, the first emerging little curls spreading over the top of her 
cunt. Another was white-blonde, about ten years old, no tits, just a 
deep cleft in the chubbiness between her long legs. The third I 
recognized as Angela, the little precocious woman. And the fourth was a 
redhead, snow-white little tits with startling pink nipples and red 
down over her crotch.

The four of them were engaged in some kind of erotic dance, cheered on 
by the audience. One by one they assumed a static position, making love 
to their partner lightly at first, but soon growing heavy.

The black girl and the redhead were in a tight embrace, kissing, 
tongues poking out their cheeks, their chests pressed together and 
their loins grinding. The blond and Angela were on the floor pretending 
to fuck, and slowly getting the measure of tribadism till it became 
real enough for Angela to cry out in ecstasy.

Then all four of them jumped up on a big table. The black girl and the 
redhead stood at either end of it, facing each other. The blonde and 
Angela squatted at their feet, asses touching, their mouths burying 
into the red and black cunts, hands clasping buttocks as their heads 
bobbed and their mouths sucked.

I was getting very hard and restless. For a moment I considered 
storming inside and throwing my feverish body into that puddle of 
flesh, grabbing at those nude little cunts and sucking whatever came 
into my mouth. But the experiences of the day warned me against it. 
They would either ignore me, or run screaming into the cabins of the 
middle-aged ladies.

I watched for a few minutes more as the girls amused themselves, the 
audience cheering them on and helping out with willing fingers wherever 
necessary. Restless little girls, nervously fingering their own boxes 
as they watched their friends up on the table fucking and sucking. 
Little practice runs, I decided, but with an over-ruling passion for 
the flesh such as can only be caused by boredom.

I moved on, and headed unconsciously for the showers and the bathroom. 
The layout of this camp was so innocent! Simply by climbing up on the 
roof of a hut, one could look over the walls, through the wide gaps 
that had been left to expel the steam and smells. That's what I did, 
and there's where I stayed for a long time.

There was something about my situation that nearly drove me crazy with 
lust. Only a few girls were showering at this hour, and three or four 
were on the toilet. They went about their business unaware of my prying 
eyes, and that's what made it so arousing to me. These wisps of women, 
these nude children, washing themselves like little grown-ups, wiping 
their asses, and taking a leak, their bodies still young but their 
mannerisms ancient. I don't know how to explain it, I just felt a lot 
of rushes and sharp shivers running through me while I was up there.

But eventually that failed to satisfy me, and I moved on. I checked out 
the party cabin and saw all the girls on the point of leaving. Most of 
them were already dressed, the others were in the process. The girls 
who lived in the hut were crawling into their beds, their cunts still 
gleaming wetly from the evening's proceedings.

An idea occurred to me. I hung around at the back of the cabin, hearing 
their silvery voices bid each other goodnight, while I waited for the 
last one. Perhaps one of them would stray from the herd.

My luck was good. The tall, black girl was late in getting away. She 
walked around the cabin to get to her hut and to get there she had to 
pass me. Burning with lust, but my brain cool, I seized her around the 
waist, one hand clasped over her mouth, to carry her back to my cabin.

She put up quite a struggle but it wasn't good enough. I pushed her 
inside and locked the door. For a moment it looked like she was going 
to scream, and I rushed over at her, my fist raised as a warning. She 
took the hint. Not that there would have been much point in screaming. 
With the color television blaring next door, and Elsa's stereo playing 
the top forty at full blast, no one would have heard her.

She was frightened. She stood in the far corner of the cabin, her hands 
over her mouth as her wide-open eyes looked for a way out. I poured us 
a drink from a bottle borrowed from Mark to pass the time. She shook 
her head, and pressed deeper into the corner.

"Come on," I said, as soothingly as possible, "there's no need to be 
afraid. All I want is a little company. Here, take a drink, it'll make 
you feel better."

She shook her head again, but relaxed when she saw I wasn't going to 
ravage her. And ravaging was the furthest thing on my mind. I knew if I 
was to ingratiate myself with the leaders of the girls, I had to give a 
mighty good performance. This, then, was the lucky girl.

But the lucky girl seemed disinclined to accept her good fortune. She 
reluctantly sat on a chair, her long, gleaming legs crossed as if 
throwing up additional barriers. I guessed her to be twelve years old, 
well-developed, her buttocks extra round and firm, dimpled at the 
flanks, her breasts promising big things for the future.

I asked her her name, and she whispered it was Sandy. I sat down 
opposite her and poured her a glass of scotch, adding plenty of water 
and ice. She sipped at it, pulled a face, but didn't put it down. I 
took a tug on my drink and continued my quest.

"You're a beautiful girl," I told her. "Extremely beautiful. But I 
guess you've been told that so often that you're sick of hearing it, 
right?"

She smiled thinly and shook her head. I went on to praise her lovely 
limbs, long, rippling muscles running along them at each move she made, 
then told her how I loved broad shoulders on girls, especially when 
they had such terrific breasts to go with them. Sandy liked to hear me 
tell her such things. She showed it in the way she looked down at the 
ground and grinned.

Embarrassed but pleased, she finally told me to stop jiving her and to 
give her a refill. I sank my drink and gave us both another shot. I 
asked her questions about her home and her past, and slowly we got a 
conversation going in the course of which her shyness gave way to a 
sassy kind of street toughness. I liked that a lot.

I sat down on the bed and patted it. She grinned at me with knowing 
eyes, but she came and sat with her back resting up against the wall, 
her legs drawn up under her. Her eyes were big, long lashes fluttering, 
childish, but smart. I knew she wasn't going to be easy, but I also 
knew that if I didn't make it with her, I was as good as dead.

Another drink helped things along. She was getting a little giggly, and 
more outgoing. She got upset over something I said and jokingly punched 
me. I punched her back, laughingly, and we began to wrestle. She was 
lithe as a panther, surprisingly strong for a girl her age. But I soon 
got the drop on her, and pinned her down on the bed. She struggled 
harder, her face screwing up with the effort of it all, but finally she 
had to admit defeat. I fell down beside her, both of us breathing hard 
and laughing.

Obviously she had overcome her inhibitions towards me. She lay close to 
me, her head on my shoulder, snuggling in occasionally. My hand moved 
over to her breast and squeezed it gently. She gave a satisfied little 
groan, so I slipped my hand under her halter and tasted her hard, 
smooth flesh.

"Wait a minute," she said, and her voice had grown husky, "let me give 
you more to play with." She undid her halter and let it fall to the 
floor. "There," she said, and lay back, her eyes falling too with 
contentment, "now squeeze 'em."

I hurried to comply, flexing them in my hands and bringing my lips to 
the dark nipples. I let my teeth slide over the rubbery little 
protrusions, my tongue slithering around them, till I heard her breath 
grow hard.

My hands went down to her shorts and undid the top button. For a moment 
she seemed to panic. Her hands flew down to stop mine, but then she 
relaxed and pulled back. I undid the button, and the others. And, when 
the shorts were hanging only by her pert cheeks, she lifted up and let 
me slide them off all the way down over her feet.

Before I went any further, I undressed so as to be ready for anything. 
She didn't look at me, as though she didn't want to be confronted by my 
throbbing, heavy cock. I took the hint, and lay on my belly by her side 
to return to kissing her tits.

She pushed them out at me, delighting in the wet trail my tongue was 
leaving over them, and the subtle sensations my teeth evoked. Slowly I 
sent my hand sliding down her tough, flat belly down into those tiny 
curls over her crotch, taking care to see that she was ready for it.

She didn't object at all. In fact, she brought her loins up higher to 
press my hand into her cunt. I dawdled, plucking gently at the little 
black threads so that the skin came up and tugged at her cunt's nerve 
centers.

It wasn't long before her legs parted, the green light, and I let my 
hand descend into her slit to enjoy the warm, barely moist nakedness of 
her lips. Her hips began to jerk spasmodically, quick staccato 
outbursts, then nothing, then another, each burst accompanied by low 
little moans.

My prick was so hard I thought it might burst out of its skin like an 
overdone sausage. My brain threatened to close down at any moment. But 
by dint of sheer will power, I kept a good grip on myself, and 
teasingly went on with my seduction.

Actually, Sandy was ripe and ready, and just waiting for me to poke my 
agonized prick up her wet little cunt. Her black lips were shining 
hysterically with the juices running down her legs, and her tits 
quivered with each harsh breath she took. I was debating with myself 
whether to go down on her. My taste buds were up in arms, crying out 
for a sample of her ample juices. Only my bad experience of the 
previous night held me back.

Then I threw all caution to the wind and let my tongue run down her 
hard belly straight into the open cleft and into her tropical hole. For 
a moment I waited to see how she would react. To my relief her legs 
shot open like the arms of a mother at the return of her soldier boy, 
and I buried my head into her bare little cunt as if looking for hidden 
treasure.

She tasted nutty somehow, nutty and wild. I drank her down like 
mother's milk, slobbering, my face wet with her sticky fluids and my 
sweat. Sandy arched her back, her little fists beating at her sides, 
gasping for breath, all the while shoving her loins harder into my 
face.

My hands cupped her firm, squeezably soft buttocks, pressing them down 
onto her asshole to give her a bonus tingle. She really liked that. I 
let go of her ass and concentrated on her asshole. She nearly jumped 
through the ceiling, but in no time at all had recovered herself, and 
was pushing down for more.

I gave her everything, delighted to have found a girl who tasted like 
heaven and loved to be eaten. I made a pig of myself, meanwhile 
fingering her asshole and squeezing her muscular cheeks, one hand 
reaching up for her small, hard tit and rubbing her nipples. She was 
groaning like a ship at sea, her legs wrapped around my neck for extra 
traction, and I knew if I didn't plug her soon my prick would self-
destruct out of sheer spite.

With a swift motion of my whole body, I covered her, and the swollen 
knob of my red-hot prick eased into her little cunt without resistance. 
She was so wet it sopped as it moved up the spout, slurping in a most 
unladylike fashion. Sandy cried out, an animal cry of bliss, and I 
bashed the remaining inches of meat right up her.

We settled into a violent fuck. Our loins worked furiously but in time. 
For a girl of twelve she had grown up awfully fast. But then in some 
parts of the city they're ready for marriage at that age. Periods begin 
at nine, childbearing at eleven, there was no need for me to be 
surprised that she was neither a virgin nor incompetent.

At one point during our mindless, all-consuming fuck, she interrupted 
briefly to change position. She stood on the floor and rested her long, 
slender torso over the bed so that I had to get behind her and fuck her 
standing up. This excited me even more, so much so that I had to take a 
quick breather so as not to run over.

But finally I got it together. She presented her full black buttocks to 
me most charmingly shaped like an upside down heart, her tiny asshole 
and her shining, naked lips poking out from between the cross of 
buttocks and strong thighs. I rested the purple head of my shining, 
oily prick up against the hole for a second, then shoved it right up 
her so that my pubic bone slammed against her ass and she gulped for 
breath.

"Beautiful!" she cried out, and I knew I was on the right track. My 
hand found a grip on her slippery ass, and my whole body swayed to 
deliver each thrust with the maximum of power. Each blow to her cunt 
sent her face sliding over the sheets, her hands vainly grappling about 
looking for a support.

We were ascending together. I leaned back while my prick ploughed into 
her, my head was heavy and I let it lie back, closing my eyes and 
breathing in through my wide-open mouth, while the remains of my brain 
tried to keep my knees from buckling. She was breathing like a car 
without a muffler, her pitch heightening with every master stroke.

The moon was within reach. Both of us were puffing, she fucking me back 
for all I fucked her. I felt my innards cramping up for the final 
explosion, just as she was gasping for a shred of oxygen to spark her 
orgasm off with, and then the roof fell in.

At least, that's how it felt. The door burst open and a swarm of irate 
girls rushed inside, cursing and pulling me off her. I didn't have the 
power to beat them back, I was so stunned and so horny. From the corner 
where a dozen little girls were holding me, I saw Sandy writhing with 
unfulfilled ecstasies. One of the older girls rushed over and, with 
several skillful thrusts of her bunched fingers, tipped Sandy over the 
brink of an explosive climax. When that was done, they all turned to me 
with menace in their eyes.

"What's the matter with you," said the older girl, licking at the 
juices on her fingers, and eyeing me, insolently. "Do you want to get 
busted or something? We can oblige you, you know, anytime we feel like 
it."

"Yeah," said a ten-year-old next to her, raising herself on tiptoes to 
impress me, and so bringing the hem of her nightgown high over her 
little cunt, "we can bust you, mister!"

"Now, listen," I said, "I'm tired of you girls thinking you can lord it 
over me. Sandy and I were doing very well until you came barging in 
here, I'll thank you to leave us alone."

They laughed sarcastically. The older girl turned to Sandy and told her 
to go back to her hut immediately, or she'd be reported. Sandy walked 
out, and the girl called out she'd be reported. As Sandy stormed from 
the room the girl said she'd see her later about this. Then back to me, 
unfriendly to the extreme, "This is your last chance, mister," she 
said, pointing her finger at me. "If we find you with another girl this 
week, your ass is grass."

With that she turned and left, followed by the other girls. Each of 
them seemed to think they had to add weight to the threat by eyeing me 
darkly. The door fell to and I was all alone with my enormous 
palpitating erection, and no place to put it.

Those little fucks, I thought bitterly, they really pour it on when 
they've got it in for you. I resigned myself to jerking the load off 
myself, but then I heard a timid knock on the door. I walked over 
quickly and opened it. No one there.

Just as I was about to shut it, a pale figure flashed through the dark 
and ran inside, pushing the door shut and resting against it. It was 
Doris. She was pale and frightened, shifty-eyed, and begged me to 
switch the light off in case anyone saw her.

I did what she asked, knowing I was lucky to at least have her on my 
side. In the dark she undressed and we went to bed where she set to 
taking care of my painful hard cock with her mouth.

But I wanted to fuck. With a dab of Vaseline I took a shortcut into her 
cunt. My big dick slipped inside her, and, without further ado, I 
fucked her. She seemed to enjoy it. One day she would make someone a 
dutiful wife. Until then she was my safety valve.

Her little arms curled around my back and her skinny legs came up and 
around my waist as my dork ploughed into her cunt. She was still dry, 
but the grease made it enjoyable. Slowly she got into the spirit of 
things, gripping me more tightly and moaning like a puppy.

A sense of compassion made me hang onto my impatient wad. Gnashing my 
teeth I fucked her till she was happy, helping her along by rubbing her 
tiny clitoris and so giving her a diminutive orgasm all of her own. She 
was very pleased with that.

Then, with all the forces unleashed, I slammed my prick into her little 
cunt from a high angle to get that extra friction, and brought myself 
totally undone. A hot geyser of cream rushed up her youthful tube, and 
I felt relieved like a boil that's been lanced.

I rolled over on my side and fell asleep, her arms around me and her 
loins against my ass. A dutiful wife, I thought, before dropping off. 
Plain girls make the best wives. They have to try harder!



Chapter 5


Several days went by. Doris hung around me like a puppy in love, and 
sneaked in late at night to take receipt of my surplus lust. This kept 
me going. But then fate struck another blow. Doris' parents came to the 
camp and took their daughter home. It seemed they had received an 
anonymous letter written in a childish hand warning them of their 
daughter's incipient insanity.

The cunning little bitches, I thought. Not a hint of immorality. 
Insanity. Nice and decent. Oh, well, they had done me out of my last 
recourse. Why should I worry? I had done without sex before, certainly 
for longer than three weeks.

Besides, there was Elsa. She might feel like a real fuck for a change. 
The way she had been cohabiting lately, I figured she had to be 
glutted. Or, if worst came to worst, one of the middle-aged ladies 
might enjoy a young piece of meat for her hope box.

I told myself there was nothing to worry about. The girls would see who 
was the smarter. Smug, even grinning, I walked around the camp to 
police their activities, not in the least disturbed by their 
indifference towards me. Elsa. I recalled her thickly-overgrown blonde 
cunt with vague pleasure, and her kinks. Perhaps I could straighten her 
out before we left this place.

I walked around, watching a class of little girls bending and touching 
toes under the direction of Mark. He waved at me, smiling broadly. I 
waved back, and walked on, trying to erase the memory of his ribald 
cabin from my mind. For the past three nights his place had been the 
center for all the action, and the giggles, the squeals, and the 
ominous pounding sound of his bed, were driving me crazy. Now that 
Doris was gone, I would have no consolation at all. At least her poor 
little body had a hole in it.

Elsa waved at me, too, standing by the side of the pool instructing a 
class of youngsters in the art of swimming. They were lined up on the 
edge, their little buttocks encased in clinging, wet material, all of 
them paying strict attention to her.

She looked delicious to me. She wore a brief bikini, her full breasts 
bulging out over the top, tanned and shining with health, her ample 
buttocks covered by the skimpy garment. And she knew I was looking at 
her. But ignored me, just the same.

I grew more depressed while I wandered through the camp. The middle-
aged ladies were joyously taking troops out into the woods, or sending 
them off on treasure hunts, teaching folk dancing or some other 
wasteful pastime. They didn't even know I was alive. Maybe it was just 
as well, their cunts probably had cobwebs in them.

The only one to talk to me was Lester Phipps. Looking thinner than on 
the first day, he was nevertheless a lot happier. Obviously, he, too, 
had developed a craving for the tender flesh of little girls, just as 
an animal may recapture his lust for meat if it's encouraged. We didn't 
talk about that, though, not directly. I just mentioned that he'd been 
having a lot of company lately.

"Oh, yes," he said airily, putting his menus aside for the moment. "The 
girls seem to like me, and I certainly like them. You know, my guess is 
that they miss their parents, and that we're the substitutes. So I do 
my best for them, you know. It's the least one can do."

"Of course," I replied, and for a moment I felt doubt creep in. Perhaps 
Lester was straight arrow. "I like the girls, too," I went on, checking 
him carefully, "even though they've been giving me a hard time lately."

"I've noticed that," he nodded, "and I've been meaning to ask you why 
that is. Are you too strict with them? I do believe in leniency, you 
know."

"That could be it. I wish they'd give me a second chance, though. 
They're such an unforgiving bunch."

"Well, I'll have a word with them. Perhaps I can help change their 
attitude," Lester said, picking up his pen again and smiling as if to 
say goodbye. "I do think I have a little pull in that direction, 
frankly."

"I hope so." I walked on, thinking about Phipps. His cabin was as noisy 
as Elsa's and Mark's. What was he doing, holding a bingo game or 
something? I shrugged and resolved to find out later.

For the time being there was nothing for me to do but wait till after 
supper. Maybe I could get Elsa away from her admirers. I decided I 
would try her first. If that failed, I could try and think of something 
else.

As soon as dinner was over, I stuck with her and walked her back to her 
cabin. I asked her if she felt like fucking with me again, and she 
hesitated for a moment, perhaps taken aback by my direct approach. Then 
she shook her head and hurried on. I wasn't satisfied. When she passed 
my cabin I grabbed her around the waist and pushed her inside.

I switched the light on and faced her, holding the door shut. She 
looked angry, not very angry, more as if I was in her way.

"Come on, James," she said, and tried to get past me. "I have things to 
do tonight. Later, we'll get together later, is that all right?"

"Now," I said, moving towards her and taking her into my arms, "I need 
you here and now, Elsa. I haven't stopped thinking about you since that 
first day. I need you. I must have you. You're too desirable to resist 
any longer."

"No, James, I don't have the time. Besides, I haven't changed my views 
any. I still don't like to be touched on my--my--well, down there!"

"I won't touch you there, and I won't take up much of your time," I 
said through clenched teeth. Just touching her made me horny, her big, 
firm shoulders with those fleshy tits quivering just below my hands. It 
was strange to hold a grown woman again, not unexciting, and my cock 
rose up despite my tight trousers.

"Damn it," she said moodily, seeing the determination in my eyes. "All 
right then, but hurry up about it."

She pulled loose and took off her halter top and her shorts, to lie 
down naked on the bed. I got out of my clothes in a hurry before she 
could change her mind, and went straight for her generous cunt with my 
tongue. She screamed, angry and flushed, sitting up to take me to task, 
but I apologized and contented myself with sucking her springy tits.

Elsa lay back down and accepted my blandishments with a certain quiet 
grace. My mind wandered back to Irene and her modulated expressions of 
arousal, and Sandy's loud approbation, Laura's tight little screams and 
Angela's animal outburst--somehow it took much of the fun out of making 
love with Elsa.

But I persisted, mainly on the camel principle, which means storing up 
so you won't need it later. Nonsense, of course, one can't store up on 
sex, or sleep, or food; but in the realm of imagination it holds true.

Elsa lay perfectly still, her arms by her side, her face calm, like a 
prostitute who's doing her last trick of the shift. I kept on sucking 
her tits and trying to caress passion into her via indirect means. But 
doing that without the aid of the nerve-laden cunt is no mean feat! Her 
shoulder blades proved unresponsive, her belly was the no man's land, 
just as her thighs were a DMZ in themselves.

That left her tits and her calves. Kissing her didn't seem to bring her 
on either. I did my best for a while, squeezing her tits and sucking at 
her pink nipples. But all of a sudden I felt like a giant fool! Who was 
she to tell how to do it? Dammit, I was the man and she had to take 
what I handed out.

I grabbed hold of her calves with both hands and pushed her legs up and 
back, pressing down so she couldn't move, but lay trapped under her own 
legs. Her face lost its smug expression. Her knees pinned down her 
shoulders so she couldn't even get her hands to my head when it fell 
down into her wide-open cunt and sucked at it for the first time.

She became desperate, her legs doing their utmost to kick me off, her 
fingers scratching at any part of me that was within reach. But I held 
her down with all my might, and her box was open to my mouth like a 
split fig.

I couldn't figure out why she was so against it. She tasted great, even 
though she'd sprayed some kind of vaginal deodorant up there, which 
made my tongue tingle numbly for a while afterwards. For the rest, her 
cunt was great. The lips were densely haired and swollen, the clitoris 
was huge, standing up like a fierce miniature prick, and her hole was a 
deep pink, moist, and pulsing.

For a moment I was tempted to forget about biting her box, and to 
plunge my throbbing cock into that wonderland. But I was out to teach 
her a lesson--and with so many bridges already burnt, what did it 
matter if another became a charred ruin?

So I went ahead and bit deep. My tongue explored the oozing walls of 
her cunt, oozing in spite of her angry protests. My nose rubbed against 
the hard clitoris, nuzzling and pressing till she subsided a little, 
even relaxed under the stimulation I was giving her. And, to top it all 
off, I jammed two fingers up her cunt while my lips pursed around her 
clit.

She was still uncomfortable about it, convulsing now and then in a bid 
to escape my grip. But her cunt was in a vise, nothing could shake me 
loose. I had even locked the door to make sure the vigilantes couldn't 
rescue her. All the while I sucked and licked, giving her cunt all that 
it must have missed over years of willfulness.

I ran my tongue around her clitoris for some time, then descended, once 
around the rim of her cunt, then down to her asshole, flicking inside, 
exciting her more than ever, keeping up a constant pressure now that I 
had her.

She signaled her complete surrender by taking my cock in hand and 
masturbating it gently. I crawled closer to allow her to make more 
generous strokes and she did that. I took my fingers out of her box and 
stuck them into her mouth, experiencing the wet warmth of her tongue as 
she licked them clean. Slowly we moved around, almost as if neither of 
us wanted the other to know--but suddenly it was there, her mouth 
around my prick!

I was elated! I let her legs down and rolled on top of her, my belly on 
her tits, my chest on her belly, she eating me, me eating her, an 
embrace that locked us into the other's body as far as it was possible 
to go. Her juices ran free. My loins began to bob, so that I was 
literally fucking her in the mouth. My loins were on fire!

Time to fuck for real. I tried to get up but her arms held me down. I 
insisted. So did she. I couldn't figure out what her plan was. But 
while waiting, I lavished attention on her cunt, my nose sticking up 
her ass as my mouth sucked the juices down. Her hard clitoris poked 
against my chin, so I moved my face regularly to give it its due. She 
was breathing hard, sucking at my cock as if she was trying to extract 
something from it.

I tried to get off again to plunge my dagger into her wide-open, super-
ready, dripping cunt, my whole body waiting for the moment of entry--
and again she held me back. This time I tried a little harder, and she, 
just to show me she meant business, bit into my cock. Not enough to 
hurt me, just enough to let me feel what it could be like.

Cunning was my only way out. I pretended to return wholeheartedly to 
eating her out, my loins still bobbing over her mouth shallowly. But my 
thrusts went deeper and came up further. Just a little higher and I'd 
be able to pull my prick out of her mouth safely, and break her embrace 
at the same time.

She was ready for me. Just as I decided the time had come she closed 
her teeth ever so gently around my prick so that the ledge of my knob 
came to a stop right there. I grew desperate. I wanted only to fuck. 
What had come over her? She preferred fucking!

I soon found out. She began sucking at my cock even harder, her hands 
pressing the cheeks of my ass together and a lone index finger creeping 
down into my furrow to tickle the rim of my asshole. Tiny flashes of 
pleasure shot through me. These grew as her finger edged past the tight 
sphincter muscles and up my ass, where she crooked the top joint of her 
long finger to tickle me in vital places.

Right where the sperm emission control center is located, that's where 
she tickled me. And I, at the mercy of my body, could not help but 
begin the short buildup to my climax, my prick pumping into her mouth 
till she gagged and brought her free hand up to govern my loins. My 
prick contracted sharply, then blew out a load of sperm that could have 
choked a horse. But not Elsa.

She threw me off and got up, spitting the come out on the floor. She 
took a long drink of water, rinsed her mouth, and spat again. Then, 
with a withering look, she put her halter and shorts on again, and 
stalked out of my cabin.

I was still on my bed, bewildered by this. What did she have in mind? 
Then it struck me. She only wanted to pull my plug out when she saw 
there was no other way of getting around being fucked.

Well she had succeeded. I felt a fool. For a second, a white hot anger 
rose in me, choking me up. But then I took a drink and thought about it 
some more. It wasn't a total loss, Elsa sure gave a hell of a blow-job. 
The thing that bothered me was her calculatedness. Just like the other 
girls, always a few steps ahead of me. They were playing too dirty for 
my liking.

But two could play at that. I didn't know what I would do in 
retaliation, but I would think of something. In the meantime, I wanted 
to check out what Lester Phipps did with his leisure time.

I left my cabin and walked past Mark's ribald cabin. The door was wide 
open, and naked little girls were romping around, playing tiggie or 
something, while Mark lay fast asleep on his bed, two girls at his 
side. Flashing pink cheeks, tiny quivering tits, firm bellies and naked 
cleft whirled past my feverish eyes. How I envied him! Somehow Mark had 
it all down pat. That could be me, lying on that rumpled bed, fast 
asleep with two little slaves just waiting for me to get another urge. 
Fuck it!

I walked on in a hurry, my mood growing worse by the second. When I got 
to Lester's cabin, I found the door closed. But I went around the back, 
and he had forgotten to draw his curtains, probably thinking everyone 
was trustworthy.

There were about four little girls in his cabin, none of them older 
than ten. Utterly hairless but for cute blonde curls, their chests 
barely swollen, three of them stood by the side of his bed masturbating 
each other, while Lester had the fourth beside him on the bed.

He was doing something to her asshole, I couldn't quite see what it 
was. But then she turned around and he bent down. What they were doing 
was stuffing a silk handkerchief up the other's ass!

My nagging dissatisfaction was displaced by curiosity. What the hell 
was Lester's bag? His thin, hairy ass opened wide as the little girl 
stuffed the hanky up his asshole, frowning with concentration. She left 
a little tuft sticking out, and then she lay back with her little legs 
wide open.

Lester checked both her hanky and his own before he presented his limp 
dick to the three masturbating maidens. The middle one opened her mouth 
wide and took it all inside, to chew on it lightly. Soon life flooded 
into it, forcing the girl back a pace, and it became hard for her to 
encompass just the knob.

All of Lester's growth energy seemed to have gone into his prick. 
Longer than mine, and thicker, it stuck out from his skinny frame 
incongruously, like a tree growing out of a branch. I was kind of 
horrified to think he was sticking that monster into the tiny snatches 
of ten-year-olds, but they didn't stagger back in awe, so I figured 
they must have had it up there enough to have grown around it.

The three girls devoted their whole attention to the monster member, 
stroking it, licking it, sucking at the balls drooping way down in his 
long sac, their nimble little fingers working hard to excite their 
aging stud.

Lester reached the critical point and set the girls back into their 
masturbating routine. They leaned against the wall and watched closely 
as he applied his throbbing purple knob to the tiny but wet entrance of 
the little cunt on his bed. She stared down, slightly fearful but with 
a wild lust in evidence.

One more check of the handkerchief, changing her position slightly, and 
then the long insertion began, slow, short jabs bringing him in deeper 
and deeper, the cock disappearing as if by magic. Perhaps it telescoped 
in, I thought, craning to look more closely, that little body couldn't 
contain so much! But now I realize I was just underestimating women 
again.

She took it all, and her face showed she could have accommodated more. 
Briefly I thought of the Roman arena where women would be fucked by 
donkeys. I marveled at it all.

Lester began his stroking, long and hard, the little girl under him 
opening up as wide as she could to give him maximum access to her 
miniature heaven. I watched as his cock emerged right to the tip of his 
knob, and plunged back in, reflecting how fatherly Lester was being, 
truly a parent to his wards.

The little girl uttered a tiny, animal scream, her body twisting with 
the agony and ecstasy of Lester's boa. He pumped it into her and I 
could see her belly bulge as it reamed right up inside. Lester's face 
was fanatic and blissful, his body taut as a bow string while he 
plunged his all into her.

The three girls up against the wall masturbated more fervently, hardly 
able to stand up. Their fingers flew and manipulated, providing a 
slurping cricket's chorus to back up the brilliant solo Lester was 
performing for them. Even I could only hold myself back from applauding 
with much will power.

Lester was doing extremely well. I felt my deflated cock rising sharply 
while I watched him plough into the little girl, whose face was pressed 
up against his chest. She seemed to be enjoying it too, as were her 
girl friends.

The moment of climax was drawing near. I saw Lester's face redden, 
flushing a violent Vermilion, his low, grating grunts starting up like 
a rusty tractor, while the little girl clutched at him, her loins 
uncontrollable. Her face was red, too, as if she were holding her 
breath for the big moment.

I peered more closely, my face hard against the window, hand on my 
cock, rubbing a little. The three girls leaning up against the wall had 
slid down to the floor and were on their backs helplessly finger-
fucking each other. The bed squeaked horribly. Lester bellowed like a 
bull, his little girl friend screamed, and I saw their hands tug 
violently at the tuft of handkerchief sticking out of their asses, to 
rip it out just as they reached their mutual climax!

They exploded! I had never seen a climax like it. Lester lost weight in 
front of my eyes as he shot his bolt. The little girl turned into a 
shuddering mass of limbs and cries. And their audience delivered the 
final strokes to each other. It was a beautiful scene. I leaned 
breathlessly against the wall of the hut and began jerking off.

Lester wasn't finished yet. He waited for the girls to recollect 
themselves, then he got them to suck his huge cock till the last drops 
of nectar and sperm had been removed. They worked like little ants, 
sucking at the big, fat, shrinking head, licking his dangling balls, 
their mouths running up and down the thick stem of his cock as if it 
was a lollipop, while Lester sat back with his eyes shut, grinning.

Paternal, my ass! I thought enviously. Lester was the most cunning of 
us all! Walking around looking like the local vicar who wouldn't say a 
damn for a dollar, meanwhile setting himself up in the nicest underage 
harem I had ever seen. If only I hadn't fucked up! I'd be surrounded by 
them, dozens sleeping in and under my bed, regaling me with every 
sensual pleasure devised by man since the dark ages.

I stood back from the window a little mad at myself but still 
interested in the situation inside. Lester's cock had shrunk down to 
what would for most men be a praiseworthy cock, and the three girls 
toyed with it idly, as if it were a new pet. The girl who had been 
fucked so well was asleep on the bed, her legs wide open and her naked 
chubby slit still running with sperm that oozed out in globules.

At a signal from the master, one of the girls got down on that runny 
little snatch and sucked it clean. While she was down there, Lester's 
erection restored itself sneakily and, without warning, he suddenly 
rammed it up her tiny snatch as she bent over his previous victim.

The girl straightened up as if she'd been bitten on the ass by a snake. 
Then, as her cunt adjusted to the enormous member, she pitched forward 
and spread her legs as wide as possible to make it feasible for the 
trouser snake to crawl right up inside her.

She lay half over the first victim, who kept on sleeping. The other two 
girls did their best to help Lester, separating her buttocks and 
lifting her ass a little for maximum accessibility, till he was up in 
her to the hilt. Then they stood back and respectfully watched while 
the girl got fucked.

She couldn't have been five feet tall, I guessed from my position 
outside the window, skinny, titless, hairless, pretty in a sugar candy 
way, her golden curls hanging down over her face like a lace curtain. 
Her hands groped along the bed and over her girl friend, looking for 
support, and her tiny ass rose and fell in accordance with Lester's 
strong strokes.

My prick ached for a little cunt to call my own. I looked around in the 
dark, there was no one around. It was quiet in the camp now, most of 
the lights off, only a few giggles echoing now and then. I needed to 
fuck! I considered bursting into Lester's place and ripping off one of 
his girls--but my position was shaky enough without aggravating him.

What could I do? I felt as if I had drunk a draft of werewolf brew, my 
eyes yellow slits of desperation and lust, hairy all over, cock hard 
and throbbing, my entire being focused on only one thing--cunt! All 
around me were huts, and in every hut were dozens of little cunts, bald 
and hairy, loose and tight, cunts sweating in the warm summer night's 
air, cunts with fingers in them, cunts dripping a last drop of piss on 
the sheets, four hundred cunts!

One last look at the fucking of Lester, at that moment driving his cock 
up her cunt till it threatened to dislodge her tonsils, and I went off 
into the night, melting as it were, into the shadows.

I felt like baying at the moon ...



Chapter 6


I found a hut at the outer fringes of the camp, far enough from the 
others to make it difficult for one of the occupants to raise a general 
alarm. The place was in darkness, not a sound came from it. I checked 
around carefully, making sure no one had seen me.

Then I eased in through the door and bolted it. I waited for a moment 
until my eyes were accustomed to the dark, and made my first move. I 
stripped. Naked and hard, I got into the nearest bed and took a handful 
of young cunt. The young cunt screamed. Lights came on, commotion 
threatened to erupt, but I took fast action.

"Okay, everybody keep quiet," I hissed, leaping out into the middle of 
the hut, "I want you to do exactly as I say or I'll make you wish you 
had never been born, understand!"

"You'll pay for this," said a voice in the background, "we've got your 
number, fella."

"I don't care anymore," I said loudly, raising myself to my full 
height, "I refuse to be blackmailed any more. Tonight it's my turn, and 
you girls better enjoy it, because you're going to get it whether you 
do or not."

"What's to stop us from screaming and bringing the whole camp down on 
you?" one girl asked.

"Just this--after tonight no doubt someone will inform on me, which 
means my future is shot anyway. So you see before you a desperate man. 
And I'll beat the shit out of the first one who yells. You hear me!"

"You're full of shit," said a tall, older girl, "you lay a finger on me 
and you'll have all twelve of us on your neck."

I was so mad with lust and frustration that I could hardly think 
straight. The girls were sitting up in their beds, some in nighties, 
most nude, their tiny tits poking pertly out at me, their young curving 
bodies unaware of the power they exercised over me. I wanted to fuck 
them so bad I had trouble keeping my breathing regular!

"Try it!" I hissed, walking up to her, my erection waving in front of 
her nose. "Just you try it, girlie!"

"Help!" she screamed, and opened her mouth for another outcry but I 
filled it with fist. She reeled back, her eyes wide with astonishment. 
Obviously no one had ever hit her before. The pain shocked her as much 
as the fact that I had actually carried out my threat.

The girls gasped as she fell back onto the bed, her mouth bleeding. 
Dead silence reigned in the hut. Curtly, I told them to strip, and they 
did so, their eyes open wide and fixed on me. They thought I had gone 
mad--and I had! My vision was obscured by a red mist, all I could see 
sharply were their little cunts as they emerged from bedclothes and 
nighties. I lined them all in a row, and walked up and down, my finger 
checking for the firmest, the fullest, the finest cunt there.

What tactile delight! Each of them shied away some as I ran my index 
finger up their wide slits, but stood their ground bravely. I fingered 
right down the line, exploring their sweaty boxes and tasting the faint 
drops of dampness of each with the air of a connoisseur.

Out of the twelve I found three I really wanted to fuck. The rest I 
ordered to stand around the bed in a tight cordon while I arranged my 
three girls on the bed with me. I took my time, arranging them like a 
housewife with too much leisure arranges her living room. And, just 
before I started the proceedings, I warned the girls once more:

"If any of you leaves this place, so help me, I'll get her for it. And 
they'll be responsible for their friends losing some teeth too. 
Remember that. Just try to make the best of things."

The stubborn silence that greeted my words disturbed me somewhat, but 
first things first. The three girls of my choice were truly beautiful. 
One, Sylvia, was five feet six, only thirteen, small hard tits about to 
bud, not a hair on her body. She looked like a model, long and lanky, 
but perfectly proportioned for all that. The second was called Benita, 
little and plump, full-breasted at fourteen, down on her cunt, her ass 
full and prosperous with youthful tautness that would soon give way to 
a comfortable spread--but not yet! And the third was Gloria, an aloof 
girl of eleven, no sexual characteristics bar her nude, fat little 
cunt, and her face. She had very long lashes, jet black hair, big brown 
eyes, her skin white as white can be, in stark contrast her hair. But 
she looked through me the whole time I was arranging, as if she didn't 
know I was alive.

For that reason I began with her. Slowly drawing her closer to me, I 
pressed a hot kiss to her firmly-shut lips. She accepted this 
unflinchingly, her eyes wide open, her body rigid, only waiting for me 
to stop. My knob was ready to be launched.

I touched her breasts, feeling the subtly-pulvinated chest with 
delicacy. Strangely exciting for non-tits, that invisible fullness. I 
caressed her hard belly and moved down into the naive gully of her 
cunt, dry and warm, smooth as polished stone and almost as unyielding. 
By searching through her valley most thoroughly, I hit upon her tiny 
clit and began to massage that with two fingers.

No girl can resist that. Gloria, for all her coyness, began to shift 
uneasily, trying to move out of my embrace, but I tightened it and 
continued the same stimulation. I sat with her between my legs, her 
back against my chest. I held her firmly with one hand on her 
subcutaneous tits, the other deep in her smooth groin, my prick chafing 
up against her ass.

The other girls were still silent, but the atmosphere in the hut was 
slowly changing. From resentment to naughty lasciviousness. It was 
creeping through their systems, making them less intractable, more 
interested in the proceedings.

My other two partners came a little closer, bending over to see what I 
was doing. I found Gloria's tight cunt hole and eased my finger up it, 
pushing to get as much as possible inside. She was dry, but smooth, 
hot, her muscles resisting at first but slowly giving in. I was hooked 
inside.

Finally she lost her aloofness and began to breathe with difficulty. 
Her back pressed into me, and her knees lifted to give me more cunt to 
play with. I took it all. First I extracted my finger and brought my 
hand around, under her thigh, and shoved my thumb up her moist passage. 
The finger that was already oily circled around the rim of her asshole, 
lubricating it till it was able to slip into the elastic vise, and 
begin working its way to the top.

She writhed timidly, a little ashamed of her own passion. I worked 
harder. Soon she cast aside all her inhibitions, as if she was no 
longer aware of anyone around her. Silence still reigned. The two other 
girls had shifted position so they were in front of Gloria, watching my 
busy hand sending rigid fingers up her cunt and asshole, one nimble 
finger manipulating her hardening clitoris.

I moved a bit so that my dick pressed into the furrow of her taut ass, 
sliding against her to get that touch of friction my knob raved for. My 
mind was clearer now, more patient with my lot since I was surrounded 
by cleft little chubs.

Before I went any further I wanted to fuck. And then I wanted a side 
show, and then I wanted to fuck again. I looked around the circle of 
girls once more, to make sure I had the best girls with me, and, 
satisfied, I set to work on Gloria to the exclusion of everything and 
everyone else.

I lifted her up by the thighs and brought her over my head so that the 
front of her thighs rested on my shoulders, and her box was flush 
against my mouth. I buried my nose into the tight furrow of her ass and 
began sucking at her as if she had a dozen oysters concealed in her 
person. And Gloria, dangling down, just managed to swallow the red knob 
of my dick, to regale it with instinctive spiralings of her tongue.

The other girls took the initiative. Benita held Gloria in place so 
that my hands were free to feel her and Sylvia up. I did with relish. 
Benita's plump little cunt was soaking wet and pulsing with ecstasy. 
Two fingers slipped up easily and I finger-fucked her with both 
barrels. Sylvia perched over my other hand felt like a candelabra. Both 
hands occupied, my tongue dabbling about in Gloria's wet, tight cunt, 
her lips stretched about my swollen knob, and the girls around the bed 
getting twitchy and sticky, at that moment I envied no one in the whole 
world, not even Lester Phipps.

My faithful cock, that had been kept waiting for so long, finally got 
its due. I pushed Gloria forward and rose to my knees, holding her ass 
up high, the rest of her stretched out over the bed like an offering to 
the gods. Then, lining her cunt hole up with my burning cock, I took 
aim and shoved it right up her so that she choked.

How good it felt! Her cunt clamped around my dick as if to hold it in 
there forever, but I pushed harder and it made it to the top. I felt 
her hard flesh push against my pubic bone, and I rubbed it in just to 
get her clitoris to send her flying.

Her moans were childish at first, highly-pitched, like she was seeing 
spooks in the nursery. But as we fucked harder, so her moans became 
more womanish. Strange thrills coursed through me as I saw her little-
girl face contort to give vent to such grownup passions.

Sylvia and Benita were flat on their backs at either side of me like 
town hall lions, masturbating to beat the band, their little fingers 
rubbing in tight circles about their clitorises. Hips shaking, mouths 
open, eyes glassy, their groans set the other girls into motion as well 
till the space we were in smelled of concentrated cunt.

I fucked on. Taking it easy, reasoning that the longer it lasted, the 
more I would get out of it. And watching the other girls get their 
rocks off, which inspired me as well. I closed my eyes, breathing in 
deeply and savoring the sensation of sending my cock rushing up her 
tight wet cunt, tight and new, her hymen already a memory but new 
enough to be squeaky.

Candles and coke bottles appeared from nowhere, one girl even produced 
a professional dildo, and the girls spread out over the neighboring 
beds to do themselves in. My head started spinning. There they were, 
ten-year-old girls manipulating the candle as well as they ever would, 
their pink cunts shining in the light, fluids running where no fluid 
had been, the candles sloughing in and out with faint slurping noises, 
the smell of young cunt thickening by the second.

Gloria was crying out, her slender body convulsing as her first climax 
burst upon her like a private thunder storm. I felt well-pleased. Now 
that she'd had it, I could comfortably move ahead and have mine.

I tightened my grip and sent my cock reaming up her cunt, ignoring the 
sudden stiffening and the small cry of pain. Bashing it in, my belly 
slapping against the tense pink cheeks, battering her box with my 
balls, my senses folding one by one. Careless of everything, I just 
focused on her cunt, and what my prick could do with it, a pinpoint of 
sanity.

She must have felt how my mood was changing, because she tried to 
escape. I gripped her little ass like it was a subway strap and swung 
my hips in with some whip to send my cock roaring into her nervously 
contracting cunt. She cried out in protest. I left my knob stuck in the 
bottom of her cunt and began a staccato beat with my pubic bone 
grinding into her asshole, hard and fast like a man gone berserk.

Which is what I was. The combination of the whole day, its 
frustrations, temptations, the sights and sounds, the opportunities 
lost and gained, the masturbating chorus about me and the polished soft 
skin of this kid in front of me, all of it added up to an explosive 
chemical, which had ignited.

I didn't care about anything anymore, only my own satisfaction. None of 
this ploying and watching, always careful to keep the woman up there 
with you. None of that. I fucked her like she was a piece of liver, or 
a knothole!

Everything speeded up and intensified. I felt my mind bend under the 
strain, then snap. A rattling rhythm of a pneumatic fuck, then a 
gushing explosion of hot sperm and a dull, empty feeling which sent me 
tumbling in a loose heap all over Gloria.

All I heard was my own rasping breathing. The blood boiled in my ears. 
Sweat poured out of every pore. It took a long time to settle down. And 
when I did, it was only to see all the girls sitting primly on the 
nearby beds.

"What's the matter with you girls?" I said feebly, getting up off 
Gloria who was complaining about getting crushed. "Haven't you ever 
seen anyone fucking before?"

They ignored my silly question. I sat up and surveyed each of them. 
Their faces were hostile, as if they wanted to do me in. Gloria 
struggled up and walked over to the other side of the cabin, rubbing 
her sore cunt and crying softly.

"Enough of this nonsense," I said sharply, "Benita, get over here and 
suck me off, look at my poor prick, all greasy and limp--come over here 
and get down on it."

She came, dragging her feet, looking for assistance among her friends. 
But they, in turn looked over at the girl I had hit, and changed their 
minds. Benita bent her plump body over and gingerly took my prick in 
her mouth. I picked her up and laid her down between my legs so she 
could concentrate better.

"Now you and you, get on the foot-end of my bed and give me a show," I 
ordered. No one responded. "Goddamn it! You want me to get nasty or 
something? Don't forget, I've got nothing to lose anymore!"

The girls I had indicated came forward and sat on my bed, their legs 
crossed, hands in front of their cunts so I couldn't see them.

"Kiss each other," I said. They looked at me, daggers in their eyes, 
but I knew I'd chosen accurately. These girls had something going. I 
could tell by the way the audience giggled.

The older one resolutely turned her head towards the other, and pressed 
her lips hastily against hers. Then she looked back at me, appeal on 
her face, but I told her to do it again--properly!

She kissed her friend harder, but it still wasn't good enough. On the 
third try her reluctance gave way to resignation. They kissed for a 
long time, slowly becoming absorbed in the act of osculation till they 
almost managed to forget about me. But I interrupted with malicious 
timing:

"Now fuck," I said, and my voice was loud with power, "fuck till you 
drop, and make it real."

They glared at me again, and the audience muttered restlessly. I 
brandished my fist, and they got down to it. The older girl lay on her 
back so that her head rested against the foot-end of the bed and her 
cunt faced me. Her friend got on top of her, and with rising pleasure I 
watched as the two young cunts met and flexed to instill passion in 
each other.

As before, at first they didn't want to, but when the river gets 
flowing it doesn't stop till it reaches the sea. So they were caught up 
in their own buzzing feelings, and their fucking became so real it 
helped the audience to forget its hostility for the moment to once more 
join in with the band.

What pure pleasure to have wrought this scene! I sat with my back 
against the wall, watching the asses bob in front of me and the cunt 
folds stretch and contract, as the pink holes began to gleam and flood. 
Around me, oily fingers slurped up tender cunts, and I could feel it 
all.

All my sensory nerves thrilled in tune with the sensations they felt. I 
knew what it felt like, those hot and smooth cunt passages wet with 
nectar and pulsing with passion. Those yielding little contours inside 
the cunt were as familiar to me as the palm of my hand, though a lot 
more exciting.

Girls fell back on the beds, helping each other jam the candles up 
higher, crying out, while the twosome in front of me fucked themselves 
into oblivion. I moved forward and rested my head inches away from the 
undulating flesh, my cheeks brushing against the wet thighs, just to 
see the cunt lips tug and be tugged.

I motioned for Sylvia to lie on top of me, her belly on my back and her 
naked little crotch pressing into my ass. She felt good, giving my 
spine a little pleasure while her flesh and mine met in passionate 
discourse. My tongue reached out till the tip slid along the two 
bouncing boxes, tasting of their free-flowing dew as my ear caught the 
fine nuances of their wet sounds.

Sylvia rubbed her long, thin body all over mine, moving forward, 
pressing her cunt down against my skin, and then moving back to get 
that friction she needed. Her arms were around my chest and she 
wriggled harder and harder, hooking the top of her slit into me and 
bringing herself undone in a chain of sighs and groans and mad 
contortions.

While she rested, I nuzzled deeper into the conjoined cunts, and they 
pressed closer into my mouth. My teeth nibbled at a clitoris here, my 
tongue sank into a wet hole there, or I just sucked greedily at the 
rivulets of nectar streaking their anxious thighs.

Under me, my cock was getting harder than ever. I waited for a moment 
while Sylvia was peaking, then I rolled around and told her to suck me. 
She was on me in a flash, her wide mouth taking me inside and moving my 
head against the wild, wet tissue till my loins began to fuck her face. 
I stayed in that position for some time, fucking her cunt-like mouth 
and sucking at the fused boxes with my head tilted back and pressing 
into the mattress. My head spun. I wanted to fuck again. Suddenly I sat 
up and pointed at Benita:

"Come over here, you little pudding, and sit on my dick."

"No," she said, shaking her head violently so the dark curls flew, "I'm 
saving myself for marriage."

"And you're just about to collect the interest," I quipped, pulling her 
over. "Come on, baby, squat on this."

She struggled mightily, protesting and appealing to the other girls for 
help. But she couldn't fight against me, I was in no mood to be 
sporting.

I picked her up around the waist and planted her like I'd put paper on 
a spike. Her dark downed cunt split open and a trickle of blood ran 
down my cock into the pubic bush. She screamed so loud I thought she'd 
punctured my eardrums. The other girls hopped up in alarm and tried to 
pull her off me.

But there's something mighty powerful about picking cherries, and 
nothing on earth was going to wrest this one out of my hands. I kept 
pushing my dick up her wet hole, oiled with juices and blood, till it 
was up to the hilt. The girls were tearing at me, slapping me, calling 
me names, but I was resolute.

Both my hands held around her waist, planting her up and down, slurping 
into her, impervious to the scratches and slaps. Benita quivered like a 
pudding of flesh, her little tits shivering, the nipples alive. Her 
face was white with pain and fear, but slowly I managed to bring a 
blush to her checks.

Her screaming stopped. We were fucking well now, I was able to relax my 
hold on her, and her loins took over the lion's share of the work. But 
the girl I had hit earlier still took it upon herself to make a dash 
for the door.

I threw Benita off me and ran after her. I caught her just as she was 
undoing the lock, spun her around, and slapped her right across the 
face. She fell back onto the nearest bed, crying, and holding her hands 
up in defense.

The other girls swarmed over me like an army of hornets, pinching and 
scratching. I shrugged them off like a bear shrugs off attacking dogs, 
locked the door again, and ordered them back to their original 
positions.

Their faces glowering with anger and hate, the girls sat back down on 
the surrounding beds, and watched as I mounted Benita once more. This 
time she was anxious for more of my beef bayonet, opening her chubby 
white legs right up before I could even get on top of her.

I slipped up to the hilt and fingered her swollen clit as I fucked her. 
She loved it. My erection was like reinforced concrete, driving up her 
soft, palpitating hole with brutal strength. In the meantime, I kept a 
careful eye on the audience, in case any of them tried to play tricks 
on me before I was finished with Benita.

Her hands were on my ass, pressing down on me with every thrust. Her 
cunt was wide and wet now, slurping like a real woman as I pumped my 
prick into it, and her fleshy legs wrapped around my waist for extra 
support. She was open as far as she would go, the silky wet rim of her 
cunt brushing down my plummeting cock in such a way as to tease me into 
self-forgetfulness.

Absorbed in fucking her, my senses attuned to her breathing, her 
whispers of passion, her song of lust, and the heaving of her soft 
bosoms as I ploughed harder and harder, driven by the forces of the 
flesh. She kissed me with all her might, her tongue searching my mouth 
for more of me while her nails dug into my clenched buttocks as if 
drilling for blood.

I felt her body tighten suddenly, her breathing became rapid and tense 
and her eyes were shut. This was it. I lowered the boom a little, 
scraping up against the division between her cunthole and her ass to 
give her all the benefits at once. She cracked wide open and came to a 
shuddering climax.

Only then did I feel free to indulge myself. With short strokes, I let 
the knob rub up against her fleshy walls, deriving a throbbing pleasure 
from this which soon led to a contraction of all my innards, to explode 
into a burst of sperm and grunting. I crashed down on top of her like a 
felled oak, and lay there breathing raspily.

I heard the padding of bare feet over the floor of the hut, and the 
bolt slide out of its socket, but it didn't really register for a 
while. I was in a fog, and whispers and shuffling, nothing clicked--
till the sharp voice of Elsa pierced through my reverie.

"You dirty pig!" she said, and my head cleared as if I had sniffed up 
on ammonia, "You filthy pervert! You'll pay dearly for this, I promise 
you that! These girls are in our custody, we should protect them, not 
ravish them!"

The righteousness throbbed through every syllable. I got up painfully 
and looked at her, my eyes conveying the scenes I had witnessed of her 
and the little girls she'd had sucking her box like leeches. But there 
was a hard, marble gleam in her eyes, apparently she was prepared to 
overlook her own weaknesses.

I shrugged and told her that if she fucked with me, my defense would 
upset a lot of people. She asked what I meant by that, and I didn't 
reply, just smiled as if I had a complete dossier on them all.

This bothered her, I could tell. She became less self-assured, and 
turned to the girls instead to order them into bed and not to say a 
word about this to anyone till she had researched my case further.

I went back to my hut and readied my camera for a new expedition the 
following night.



Chapter 7


My name stank in Camp Good Health the following day. It didn't matter 
what orders I gave, they were all disobedient. So, rather than subject 
myself to an exercise in futility, I remained in my hut for most of the 
time, reading and listening to the radio, thinking things over.

As soon as night fell and the camp's nocturnal action ground into 
motion, I was up and about with my camera. I had adjusted it to take 
good shots in minimum light so I wouldn't disturb anyone with flash 
bulbs, and as a result I managed to take some lovely snap shots.

Lester had expanded his harem considerably, eight little ten-year-olds 
all in a row on his bed, their feet dangling above the floor as one by 
one they reached for his extended, distended cock and sucked at the tip 
of the knob. That's all they could fit into their mouths, I figured, 
once more awed at the size of his monster.

I took some nice profile shots of him, then went over to Elsa's cabin. 
She just had her girlfriend with her head between her legs, and was 
busy talking with a dozen girls who were fully dressed. But that one 
shot was all I needed.

On to Mark's hutch. Mark was stretched over a tiny girl whose face was 
screwed up in agony as he drove his cock up her tiny bald cunt. A 
number of girls were playing cards on the floor and drinking whiskey. 
Cigarettes in their cupid-bow mouths, they looked like parody tough 
guys. Not one of them paid much attention to the goings-on on the bed.

Then, on impulse, I walked over to the cabins of the middle-aged 
ladies. To my surprise they weren't busy with games and fun things to 
do. In fact, I doubt if the camp entered their minds at all!

All ten of them were seated around the recreation room quite naked, 
their heavy breasts sagging over rounded abdomens, and their blue-
rinsed hairdos looking faker than ever matched with the greying pubic 
hair curling plentifully about their old cunts. It looked to me like 
they were playing musical chairs or something.

While I photographed them, a strapping black man walked out of the 
bathroom, drops of piss still dripping from his shining, massive cock. 
I recognized him as one of the camp maintenance men. I used up a whole 
roll of film on the little play-off the old ladies held for his favors.

For some time I stood there watching. They blindfolded the black man 
and spun him round and round, all the women giggling and smiling, hands 
wringing in their laps. Then they all sat down and the black man 
stumbled over at one of their number, to pick the lucky woman. When 
they took off his blindfold, I saw him first scoop up a little pile of 
notes in the center of the floor, then take the old lady by the elbow 
and lead her over to the couch at the far end of the room where he set 
to fucking her with mighty strokes of his giant phallus.

I grinned to myself as I walked off into the night. So that was why one 
oughtn't to judge a book by its cover. The last stop was the director's 
house. He was home with his wife, a highly respectable looking couple, 
gray hairs and great poise. They were watching television, innocuous 
enough--except for the two little girls that were sucking them off in 
the process.

I changed the roll of film and used up my second roll for the evening. 
This was one scene I wanted to be sure of getting. Then I went back to 
my cabin, well-pleased with myself, and hid the rolls in a secret spot, 
under the floorboards.

The rest of the evening was mine. For once I didn't care that all the 
others were fucking. I had had enough. Peace and quiet were enough for 
me. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, feeling the tiredness 
stretch into sleep, that would in turn be a night's coma.

But it was not to be. The door burst open, and there, with her arms 
folded and her face blazing with vigilante fervor, stood Elsa and her 
Little Raiders. About twenty of them in all, they filled my hut and 
kicked the door shut before a word was uttered.

"We've come to take our revenge," Elsa said gravely, and I didn't know 
whether to laugh or flee. I decided not to resist unless they 
threatened to do me violence; in which case I would lay every one of 
them out!

Not till Elsa produced a gun, then, did I think there was anything 
serious going on. The sight of the snub-nosed little ladies' gun 
changed everything. I had never looked up the barrel of any gun before 
this. Of course I had seen it on TV, and there had been times when I 
asked myself what I would do under such circumstances. Usually I came 
up with a particularly glib ploy that got me out of danger.

But right then, looking up the barrel mesmerized me into complete 
inaction. I sat still, hardly daring to move in case I caused her 
finger to twitch. The girls stood back, seeing I would not put up a 
fight.

"Strip," Elsa said harshly, and I hastened to obey. "Now lie down on 
your bed, your face in the pillows." I didn't argue. "And don't forget, 
if you move, it's all over."

"You can't shoot me!" I cried suddenly. "You don't think you'd get away 
with it, do you?"

"Who'd tell?" she shot back, and her cold but accurate logic dawned on 
me. None of the girls would talk, and even if they did, who would 
believe them? I wouldn't be missed, at least no more than the average 
PT instructor who had dropped off a cliff in a remote neck of the 
woods.

So I tried to relax. My ears picked up every sound and tried to analyze 
it. I couldn't imagine what they would do to me. And the last thing I 
expected to happen, did happen.

I felt the firm, silky body of one of the girls slide up and down the 
back of me. She was rubbing her cunt all over me, I realized, as some 
of the sticky wetness clung to me, and I felt the outline of her firm 
lips on my flesh. I could just see it, her naked little cunt wide open 
and leaving a snail-like trail on my body.

My prick reared up, worming up between the bedclothes and my belly to 
find room for expansion. I lifted my ass a little to give it a chance 
and immediately an inquiring hand darted into the gap and squeezed my 
dick as if taking its temperature.

"He's getting there," reported a girl's voice. I didn't understand any 
of this, but relished the little girl's gyrations and was soon lost in 
her flesh blandishments. She let her nipples run lightly down my back, 
just chafing ever so subtly, and brought my hand to her belly so that I 
would discover her firm, nude cunt.

I was so hard that I was prepared to fuck my bed if nothing better came 
along. The motion began all by itself, nervous and reflexive, driving 
the knob of my dick into the blanket where it found some pleasure in 
the roughness of the cloth.

"He's there," said the high voice. I waited to see what they would do 
next, in the meantime squeezing the little pussy in my hand. Suddenly a 
great rush of ice-cold water was tipped over me. I jumped up, 
spluttering and cursing, only to see that gun barrel staring back at 
me.

"Get down and stay down," Elsa said icily, and I did as I was told. The 
bed was wet and unpleasant, I was shaking all over from the shock and 
the cold, and my prick was as limp as wet rope. Little fingers curled 
around my cock and pulled it back. A piece of string was tied about it, 
just below the knob. It wasn't tight, not painful, but this time I knew 
what they were driving at.

I gritted my teeth, determined not to give them the pleasure they were 
looking for. The girl sat back down on me, rubbing her cunt against the 
cheeks of my ass, and another began to tickle my balls, weighing them 
in her hand, and kissing them. Nothing would succeed because I resisted 
their success.

How wrong I was. And how mortal my flesh. Within minutes, I felt the 
blood pour into my prick. The girls worked harder. One had her finger 
up my ass and crooked the top joint to inflame my passion at the very 
base of it. My balls were in someone's mouth, and hard cunts brushed up 
against my arm and hand, while in the background I heard the soft moans 
of love-making.

I couldn't resist anymore. My erection blew itself up like a balloon on 
a hydrogen tank, and at once the string bit deep into the sensitive 
flesh of my dick. I cried out in pain, and turned my thoughts to 
accounting and horse-raising so as to bore my system back to normal 
numbness.

No use. They stimulated everywhere they could find an erogenous zone. 
My ass was treated to a series of caresses that made my mind reel, 
kisses and prying fingers, the nibble of little teeth, and the chafe of 
dry cunts working themselves up into a lather against my flesh.

One of the girls isolated my index finger and jammed it hard into her 
cunt, where it lodged in a clasp of dry, hot flesh palpitating all 
about it. Naturally I reached for more, my thumb circling about her 
clit, and the other fingers exploring as far as their tether would let 
them. She got moist very quick, and began to fuck my finger.

Through all this, my prick felt as if it was being garroted! I wanted 
them to stop, and I wanted me to stop cooperating. Deep down I couldn't 
believe they would actually shoot me if I put up a fight, and yet, 
there was something crazy about Elsa, she might very well do it just to 
revenge herself on me for the other night when I had defiled her sacred 
shrine, the one between her legs.

With terrific effort I cut my mind off from the flesh, and to my relief 
I felt my cock subside, driven down by pain and will power. When they 
saw it was no use they took the string off, and conferred briefly to 
devise a torture even mote excruciating. I waited with bated breath. I 
was getting mad, ready to hit them all into a stew if they provoked me 
further. Only the idea of Elsa and her stupid lady's pistol held me 
back.

Their next inspiration was to turn me over on my back and tie me to the 
bed. I let them do it, counting on their inability to tie a good knot. 
I must have been stupid. Those goddamn girl scouts tied me up like 
professionals, and then they all gathered around and stared at my 
prick, lying limp on my belly.

At least I could see what was going on. Elsa had sat down on a nearby 
chair, the gun still on me. The others had stripped and were either 
making love among themselves, or were staring at me. A timid hand 
reached out and began to jerk me off, bringing new energy to my cock.

How I cursed its ability to stand up whenever the vibrations were in 
order that night! They got me so hard it almost lifted me off the bed, 
and then the gamest little girl squatted over it and began to fuck me, 
much to the delight of the others.

I enjoyed that. Her little cunt fitted over my prick like a benign 
strait jacket, and the smooth friction of her made me feel like fucking 
all night. She got wet in seconds, the moisture opening up new 
territory for my ever-curious knob, till she was sitting with her ass 
flush with my belly.

For a moment I thought perhaps they had punished me enough, and were in 
the process of making up for it. But when they saw me close my eyes and 
begin fucking her back, they ripped her off my cock and whipped my 
prick with pieces of string, stinging little whips that brought water 
to my eyes with pain.

And suddenly they all began beating me. Fists and open hands battered 
my body, teeth sank into me, nails raked my stomach, drawing blood and 
red weals. I wrestled with my bonds to defend myself but they had me 
trapped.

Else sat in her chair, grinning, the gun in her purse. While she 
watched me, she began to masturbate, her finger deep into her hairy 
cunt, in and out, her pink hole wide open, gleaming with moisture. She 
grinned more broadly as the girls slapped me around harder, her hand 
squeezing her generous cunt and rubbing it as if she was getting off 
just on seeing me get hurt.

Then she stood up and said: "Okay, girls, that's enough. We're going to 
leave you here, mister, and tomorrow night's going to be even worse for 
you. Don't bother calling for help, no one will hear you. Anyone who 
helps you will get the same treatment, you see. That's all."

She turned to leave, but I called her back and said: "I just want you 
to know I have incriminating evidence on all of you, so don't bother 
thinking you'll turn me in later."

"What sort of evidence," she said mockingly, "illegal love letters or 
something?"

"Photos," I said curtly, "of you and all your girls and of everyone 
else in the camp as well."

"I told you we should have got him last night," one of the girls said 
heatedly, but Elsa shushed her.

"Where are they?" she asked. "Give them to me before I shoot you."

"They're on their way to my lawyer," I lied, "together with a note 
indicting all of you in case I die."

"I don't believe you."

"That's your prerogative," I shrugged, "but check out my camera over 
there, and see if I couldn't have taken photos in the dark without you 
knowing about it."

This convinced her, but didn't change her mind about leaving me tied 
up: "Okay, so we won't kill you, but we'll make it rough for you. Come 
on girls, it's our bedtime."

They marched out and slammed the door leaving me alone, tied up to the 
bed, smarting from the thousand slaps and the cuts and bruises they had 
inflicted on me. A dull, impotent fury burst inside me--I'd kill them 
all if they gave me a chance. And I would kill them slowly!

Somehow I fell asleep, a restless night that left me more tired in the 
morning than I had been before. But my mind was clear enough to figure 
out a way of releasing myself.

The bed was a steel frame set into slits in the foot and head ends. By 
rocking the bed I turned it and me on the side and, by pulling at the 
head end, and bashing my buttocks against the frame, I managed to 
dislodge it. From there on, it was easy. I slipped free from the bed, 
untied the ropes, and sat down while the blood circulated through the 
formerly constricted passages.

Revenge burned in my heart. When I stepped outside there was no one 
around. It was a hot day, the sun high in the sky and burning 
relentlessly, so I figured they'd be at the lake swimming. I ran 
through the woods, still naked, running with the ease of an Indian, 
thinking what I would do when I caught them.

Elsa's troop was the first that I spotted. I rested for a moment on a 
low hill above them, surveying my position. Then I crept down through 
the bushes and stopped once more when I was mere feet from the party.

They were giggling and carefree, some of them in the water, the rest 
dozing or chattering on the grass slope that ran down to the water's 
edge. Elsa was asleep with a girl in her arms, both probably spent from 
incessant sex.

I found a good-sized stick and was about to make my entrance, when I 
noticed something. The girl swimming the furthest away from the edge 
was in trouble. I could just pick up her faint cry for help, and see 
her arm sticking out of the water, waving to catch someone's attention.

I remembered someone telling me there were some very treacherous 
undertows in the lake, and suddenly all my petty considerations were 
tossed aside as her peril took over. The girls on the beach screamed 
when they saw me sprint past, naked and covered in cuts, the living 
image of vengeance, but I kept going, diving into the water and 
swimming out with long strokes.

She was going down for the third time when I caught up with her. I felt 
the cold current of water suck me in, and my body contracted sharply to 
preserve its heat. Quickly I grabbed her around the chest and swam back 
into the warmer water before it was too late.

We got back to the beach in record time. She was hardly breathing, 
unconscious, blue with cold. I threw her down on the grass and applied 
artificial respiration. She coughed up water for some time, till she 
was able to breathe normally and the color returned to her cheeks.

The emergency had brought us all together again, and the question of 
revenge faded without even coming under discussion. Elsa was especially 
grateful, since she had been asleep on the job, and it would have gone 
badly for her had the girl drowned.

"Anything you want from now on," she told me, "is yours. I'm sure all 
the girls agree with me when I say all has been forgiven, and all is 
yours for the asking."

A great cheer went up to confirm this. I sat down and tried to think of 
what I wanted most. Forty young girls thronging about me, I could have 
my pick of them--wouldst that I had forty pricks, I would fuck them 
like a hedgehog could fuck forty mice!

I found two girls that appealed to me particularly, and pointed them 
out. They leaped forward, smiles on their faces, and followed me into 
the woods. I searched till I found the right spot, a small clearing 
shaded by the dense crowns of elms. They sat down beside me, and stared 
at me till I told them to relax.

One was named Ingrid, the other Kathy. Ingrid was a white-blonde girl, 
golden brown, a pale down on her cunt and light pink nipples topping 
softly swelling mounds. She was probably fifteen, fourteen maybe, with 
shrewd blue eyes and long legs.

Kathy was tall and slender, twelve, no tits, black hair and dark skin. 
She sat in the lotus position, the lips of her cunt pulling away from 
her untouched valley of love, nestling up against her heel, on which 
she rocked gently.

After the frustrations of the previous night, it took me no time at all 
to get up a full-sized rip-roaring erection, and they looked slightly 
intimidated at the sight of so much dick. I told Ingrid to taste it and 
she crawled over through the grass to timidly kiss the flushed head, 
and began to lick up and down the stem.

Kathy came closer. I lifted her up and planted her cunt on my mouth. 
She crowed with delight. Without wasting time she crouched down in the 
right position and rocked over my face while my tongue dabbled into her 
valley, sucking at the hole to get the fluids down, and flicking at her 
clitoris.

She was a natural for this kind of thing. Her cunt literally streamed 
over me, great waves of pleasure rushing through me every time a fresh 
load of nectar dribbled down my tongue and into my throat. Her hairless 
cunt was open wide, the lips full and fat, responding to my tongue by 
parting even further.

Ingrid was getting the hang of my cock, sucking and licking it like an 
expert. I was boiling with lust. That old ache for cunt struck me 
again. I propped my head up on my arms and watched the little cunt sway 
over my mouth. It was almost out of focus, it was so close.

I ate and got eaten. Both girls were enjoying themselves immensely but 
Ingrid was the first to take the initiative and ease her loins over my 
burning cock. She took it slowly, trying to prevent pain from happening 
inside her tender young cunt. But she cried out in intense pain when 
she busted her hymen on me and immediately tried to get off. I had 
different ideas. With both hands I pushed her all the way down over me, 
almost toppling Kathy in the process.

That made the pain more tolerable to her. With the shadow of a smile, 
she moved her body up and down, getting as much of my throbbing cock as 
she could. Kathy lay down beside us and began to masturbate furiously, 
her eyes on the spot where my cock entered Ingrid's blonde cunt.

I pulled her down over me so that her body was on mine, and then rolled 
over to mount her. Her legs spread instinctively, her long thin legs 
way up in the air as she abandoned her newly broken-in cunt to the 
wiles of my prick.

The heaving of my loins pushed her through the grass each time I 
delivered a power stroke, and so we moved through the small clearing, 
me in pursuit of her and catching her at every lunge. Kathy rolled 
behind us, breathlessly jamming fingers up her little cunt, changing 
position whenever she lost sight of my prick ripping into the tender 
pink flesh of Ingrid's snatch.

What an epic scene it must have been for an innocent onlooker. I 
hunched over little Ingrid like a ravening bull, ploughing into her and 
shoving her through the grass like a barrow without wheels, while Kathy 
pursued us like a hot dog, beating off in a fury.

I took out all my frustrations on Ingrid's newly initiated cunt, 
ramming home my dick knowing I would, this time, be allowed to complete 
the act. So I hung back, fucking her in different positions and from 
different angles. Then I gave her a little rest while I fucked Kathy as 
an interlude, and ate out Ingrid's relaxed, wildly wet box.

Back to Ingrid, Kathy pressing her cunt against my face while I mounted 
her from behind and rammed my dork up between her tightly clenched ass 
cheeks. Eating and fucking, lost in space, tasting Kathy's fresh 
juices, still smelling Ingrid's horny fumes.

I rammed home the final strokes, that set Ingrid groaning like the 
demons had possession of her, and caused Kathy to roll in the grass, 
high up on her back, her legs waving in the air, while three bunched 
fingers forced their way into her cunt.

We reached the vinegar stroke together and pushed on through the flimsy 
barrier between dream and reality. The orgasms were fine and consuming, 
hurtling us into the zone of bliss for a period.

Then we came down, gulping and panting, our eyes closed with 
exhaustion, tumbling back into the grass and resting, me on the bottom, 
two slight bodies prostrate over me. Ingrid's hands were over my cock, 
rubbing it, and spreading the white sperm over my belly among the 
curling blond hairs absentmindedly.

I don't know how long we lay there. It grew cooler and the sun 
disappeared, a soft rain descended on us, and still we didn't see the 
need to move. Only when we heard thunder in the distance did we stir 
and begin the long walk back to camp.

What a difference in the reception I got when I walked inside the 
cafeteria that evening! Girls smiled at me, their eyes checking out my 
crotch once more, and the promise of much sex dangled before my eyes 
like a carrot dipped in the most intoxicating champagne!

Elsa sat down beside me and reaffirmed that all had been forgiven. She 
even went so far as to grope for my balls under the table cloth, but I 
knew she didn't like to so I told her it was okay.

It was okay, sure enough. Those shining young eyes upon me, and all 
those pre-pubescent cunts on the long benches, shifting uneasily as the 
anticipation of harsh fucking grew in their subconscious minds--I'd 
made sure it was okay!



Chapter 8


Despite the grandiose evening the girls treated me to that evening, I 
still went into town the next day to have my photos developed 
privately. It took me some time to find a photographer who could be 
bought for a sum I could afford. Finally I found a man who required 
little more than a masked set of his own copies.

Because I didn't trust him, and because he understood why, I was in the 
darkroom with him while he developed them, and scratched out the faces 
on the copies meant for his collection. The other copies, and the 
negatives, went to me.

They were perfect shots, every one of them. Gloating, I sent the 
negatives to my private post office box, and tucked the developed 
prints into my wallet. To celebrate I went into a bar for a quick 
drink.

The day stretched out before me. I was free till I chose to return to 
the camp. If the director, or anyone else for that matter, wanted to 
take me to task for it, that was fine with me. But I felt pretty sure 
no one would jeopardize his future just to slap me on the wrist.

The bar was quiet. All decent folks were at work. Only myself, a few 
local characters, and a middle-aged woman were in there drinking. The 
middle-aged woman took an interest in me, and considering the kind of 
competition I had in that bar, I didn't blame her.

After downing my drink and ordering two more, I sat down beside her and 
slid the spare glass over. She smiled gratefully and we struck up a 
conversation. The usual talk, was I at Camp Good Health, yes I was and 
what did she do for a living, stuff like that. The whole talk was just 
a preamble for bed, and we both knew it.

It turned out she was married to a sailor who was, at that moment, 
somewhere in the Mediterranean. Her children were at school, she was 
lonely, looking for distractions, perhaps I could help? I said I would 
sure try, if she would only take me to her place.

She drank her drink down in a flash and was on her feet before I even 
had the whole sentence out of my mouth. It was only a few blocks before 
we reached a neat suburban house with a two-car garage. She opened the 
front door and showed me into the living room. Then she excused herself 
for a moment.

Actually, seen in the light of day, she wasn't nearly as middle-aged as 
she had seemed in that bar. In her thirties, I guessed, maybe she'd had 
a hard life. But she was a well-built woman, full-breasted, full-
hipped, and she carried herself well.

I relaxed with the drink she'd set up for me, and enjoyed my holiday 
away from the camp. It was good that I had met her, perhaps screwing 
with an older woman would make it easier for me to readjust to my wife 
when I got back home. Because I realized how dangerous this new 
appetite of mine was. I only had two hopes of escaping its deadly 
pincers: to fuck my way through and out of it, or to find a more 
alluring alternative.

Her name was Bertha, not provocative, being more reminiscent of Big 
Bertha and Boxcar Bertha, but one didn't fuck the name. She led me up 
to her bedroom. I noticed she smelled very sweet, and that her ass 
wobbled freely. So that's what she had been doing while I relaxed over 
a drink--taken her corset off, and put on that cloying perfume.

She smiled broadly when I embraced her and pressed her ample loins into 
mine as her mouth found my lips, and we kissed. There was something 
peculiar about kissing her, not just the taste of cracking lipstick or 
the smell of nicotine on her breath, but its loose wetness. I didn't 
like it, it was too sloppy, too worn for me.

And yet I kept it up, feeling the faint stirrings in my prick as if it 
was willing to give it a try. I caressed her back, feeling the yielding 
flesh of her big ass, a real woman's ass, round and fulsome and that 
more than anything else got me aroused.

Clothes were scattered about the room, our flesh appearing from layers 
of civilization. Her full bosom turned out to be two enormous sagging 
jugs with stretch marks running down them like wood grain. Her stomach 
was full and rounded, tapering down into a triangle of bushy grey 
curls. Big thighs pressed together above her knees, the flesh off-white 
and shot with blue veins, the bulges of her ass visible even from the 
frontal view--I hesitated.

But my prick seemed undaunted. It stood up from my belly and bobbed 
restlessly in the direction of her cunt. She grabbed it greedily and 
sank down on her knees before me to stretch her red painted lips wide 
to accommodate all of it in one frightening gulp.

I stood my ground, my hands not knowing what to do with themselves 
while she sucked at me. I looked down at her back, the flab hanging 
down, curving out into big hams that were deeply indented by her heels. 
More than anything, I felt sorry for her.

She, on the other hand, seemed to feel everything but sympathy for me. 
She had much of my horn in her mouth, and was feeling me up with both 
hands. Only by means of her expert stimulation did she keep me hard. 
Maybe she knew it. She ran her hands down my legs and back up, feeling 
my balls, fingering my ass, and squeezing the buttocks, while her 
breathing rasped feverishly.

Her head jerked back and forth over my dick, trying to masturbate me 
with her mouth. Then, when she thought I was horny enough, she stood up 
and kissed me deeply before reclining on the bed, her legs wide apart, 
her face eager.

I looked at her grey-haired box and was reminded of nothing so much as 
frosted swamp grass. It had become shapeless with age and wear, the 
lips flabby, and hole too big and too red, and I just knew what it 
would feel like around my dick. So, rather than eat her out, which is 
what she wanted me to do, I got on top of her and quickly poked my dick 
up her before it would be too limp for penetration.

I had been right. Like fucking a quaking bog. Her face was ridiculously 
radiant, her breathing forced, and her tits felt like old wet sponges 
sewn up in bags of skin two sizes too large. Suddenly I couldn't do it 
anymore, as if the off switch had been flicked way down in my balls.

The erection simply vanished. The look in her eyes was one of tragedy, 
and I felt terrible. Nothing is quite as humiliating as losing your 
hard-on during your first date. But I knew the reasons for it, and I 
also knew I'd better not tell her or she'd take after me with a 
cleaver.

"I think it's a vitamin deficiency," I told her in confidential tones. 
"I know about these things, being a PT instructor, and it wouldn't have 
happened if I had had access to the camp supplies of Vitamin E. But 
they didn't have any, and I've really been burning those calories up 
lately, so ..."

"Is that all it is?" she asked, with relief in her voice. "Well, that's 
easily fixed. I'll just go to the drug store and get you some."

"Don't go to any trouble," I said hastily. "I'll go and get some myself 
and then I'll come back tomorrow to make up for this."

"No, no," she said, getting up and dressing. "I don't want a pretty 
fella like you escaping me, no sir! You just relax now while I get 
those vitamins. It'll take me half an hour to walk to the drugstore 
because I don't have a car, since I smashed it up last week, but don't 
you worry. And I'm taking your trousers, just in case you get 
impatient."

She walked out, her ass bouncing with an air of triumph. I gnashed my 
teeth. Fucking old whore, she knew all the tricks and more! Taking my 
goddamn trousers. Well, I couldn't say she was dumb.

A few minutes after she had left the house, I heard the front door open 
and footsteps coming up the stairs. I expected it to be her, she 
probably borrowed some from next door, just to speed up the showdown. 
But to my surprise a very pretty young girl of eleven walked in.

She was only mildly surprised to see me. "Are you my mom's new man?" 
she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I guess so," I said uncertainly, "what's your name?"

"Julia, just like my mom," she said, fiddling with a lock of her long 
brown hair, "and I have a boyfriend."

"Oh yeah? What do you do with him?"

"We play mummies," she said, "only he calls it mothers and fathers."

"And what happens when you play that game?" Something impelled me to 
pursue the matter. She sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs in 
the air. What a morsel she was! My mouth watered at the very sight of 
her. Fresh, naive, innocent of everything that her mother had had too 
much of.

"Johnny lets me see his thing and then I make it stand up," she said 
proudly. "It always stands up for me."

"Let's see," I said, "I don't believe you can make mine stand up, so 
let's see you do it."

"Where is it?" she asked, responding to the challenge as if still in 
class.

I threw the covers back and exposed my limp member to her wide open 
blue eyes. She reached out and took it in her moist little fist, 
jerking up and down. Awkward at first, she soon got the hang of it and 
sure enough, she made it stand up.

"You see?" she said victoriously, "I make it stand up every time."

"What does Johnny do to you in return?" I asked.

"He makes me take my pants down and tries to stick it up me. Do you 
want to see where he tries to stick it, mister?"

"Yes, I would, I'm curious about things like that."

Her pants came down, a little grubby from playing at school, and her 
chubby, firm cunt appeared. What a feast for the eyes! Round, with a 
wide split running up the middle, her little ass cheeks visible behind 
it, I couldn't resist touching it just for a second.

She drew back at that, and told me only Johnnie was allowed to touch 
her there! I told her that, since she had touched my thing, I should be 
allowed to touch her thing. That gave her food for thought. Eventually 
she said I could touch her.

"How about taking all your clothes off then?" I proposed, "then we can 
touch each other all over."

"My mummy wouldn't like it," she hesitated.

"She'll never know," I said, side-stepping the obvious reply to her 
statement. She nodded and undressed. All pink and soft, her chest 
slightly full, just puffy, with her pretty face flushed with 
uncertainty, till I took her hand and pulled her down on me.

Once our flesh met she sensed what to do. She kissed me. Her mouth was 
hard and wet, and she smelled of candy and chewing gum. I slipped my 
tongue deep into her mouth just to savor all those childish tastes, and 
she drew back coughing. I apologized and told her I would buy her candy 
later, which was the quickest way to mollify her. She came back into my 
arms and we tried again.

Vitamin E wasn't in it. My dick was as hard and hot as a red poker, 
just aching to get into her little snatch. She seemed to be warming up 
pretty quick, and, to keep her on the ascent, I began kissing her soft 
breasts, pressing into them and drawing the nipples out till she panted 
with excitement.

In some ways she was like the primitive person who experiences sun for 
the first time--delighted, a little frightened and in awe of the 
phenomenon. Her excitement exceeded anything she had experienced before 
and she snapped in the middle of our love making so that her resistance 
vanished and she abandoned herself to me utterly.

She lay back, her stomach curving out as her loins pressed into my 
mouth when I reached her cunt, and I could tell by her face that my 
tongue was doing a grand job for her. I fell into it, almost, sucking 
and licking greedily, savoring each trace of piss and sweat, the 
remains of baby powder and the smell of cotton underwear, along with 
the womanly odor of her juices that ran freely from the moment I laid 
my mouth on her.

I drank my heady draft deep, fingering her tight cunt to relax the 
muscles gripping around the rim. She groaned and struggled in closer, 
her little hands on her tiny tits, caressing them with random squeezes.

My dick was in the process of boring a hole into the mattress. I wanted 
her so badly I was willing to forsake her pleasure for the sake of mine 
but I kept a hold on myself. I wanted her to reach her peak before I 
inserted myself so that taking her over the top would be a simpler 
matter. One thing I had learned in the past week was that without an 
orgasm, a fuck is just like burning the bridge. I licked her ass and 
ran my tongue up the tight furrow between the two firm orbs of flesh, 
my fingers titillating her nipples till they were hard with passion. 
Her slender body was racked with pleasure, choppy seas of passion 
causing her to jerk and writhe around the pivotal cunt.

Finally the whistle blew and I mounted her speedily. My cock found its 
own way in, simply knocking the door down and barging right up her 
hallway without further ado. She screamed in a pitch that almost defied 
my hearing, but I recognized it as the expression of a full pain and 
pleasure mixture.

Blood and juices all over the sheets, my balls banging up against her 
button asshole, feeling her lithe body beneath mine. Her arms came 
around me and held me close while each stroke I delivered sent her off 
into a paroxysm of passion. I thought my cock would fly off like a bung 
under pressure.

The clamp of her hot, pulsing flesh around my stroking dick proved too 
much for my self control. In a final wild flourish of pneumatic strokes 
I brought us both into a hearty climax and it was over. We grinned at 
each other the way people do when they've just made each other happy, 
and then I got up quickly. If her mother came home and found us like 
that, it'd be the sheriff's office for sure.

"Come on," I said, ripping the sheet off the bed, "find another sheet 
and throw this one away, or else your mom's going to know what we've 
been doing."

She looked at the patch of blood and stain, and saw my point. From the 
chest of drawers she took another sheet and, while I placed it over the 
mattress, she ran downstairs with the soiled one and disposed of it. I 
made the bed and sat down on it when I was fully dressed, i.e., as 
fully as a man can be when he has no trousers.

Little Julia went down into the kitchen and fixed me a cup of coffee 
and brought it up to me. Just as I took my first sip, the front door 
slammed to and big Julia came in.

"So you met my little girl, huh," she said, "and you got dressed for 
her sake. That's mighty decent of you, but it wasn't necessary. She's 
seen them all, all the men I've had in this bed. Anyway, here's your 
vitamins, take a handful to be sure."

She looked uglier than ever to me, but I swallowed the pills and 
undressed once more to join her in the bed. Julia, to my surprise, 
remained in the room, sitting down on the chair next to her mother, and 
watching while she tried to seduce me.

I wanted to oblige the mother if only to make up for the decoration of 
her daughter. But my prick has a mind of its own and, since it had been 
sated, it showed no inclination to budge. At first I was able to 
pretend that I was waiting for the vitamins to take effect, and the 
older Julia indulged me.

Little Julia sat on the chair, swinging her legs and sipping at an ice 
cube, watching us gravely as if endeavoring to pick up pointers for her 
own sex life. Her presence gave the affair a dash of flavor, anyway, 
and her mother tried to enliven the proceedings by tugging at my limp 
member and pressing her ragged lips over mine.

That turned the flame right down. She felt the limpness become complete 
and, with a sound like a snarl, dove down to give me head.

I lay there, looking up little Julia's skirt, doing my best to get 
erect. The mother's mouth drove down to the very base of my prick and 
went even further to fish up one of the balls and suck at it.

She was an expert. In the barrenness of my loins she managed to grow a 
few feeble flowers, and, with the aid of little Julia's leg-swinging, 
panty-peeping exhibition, those blooms turned into a sunflower. The 
mother got up, grinning triumphantly and made to squat over my erect 
prick. I wanted to tell her she had to be quick if she wanted to catch 
it, but I was too ashamed.

And sure enough. No sooner did the flushed knob catch sight of the 
hoary bog than it sagged in the middle and slipped out of her hand like 
a swooning damsel.

"What the fuck does it take to get you hard!" Julia said angrily, "do 
you expect me to suck all day just to get a thrill!"

"I don't know what's wrong with me," I said humbly, fingering my dick 
and trying to persuade it, "maybe the vitamins are old, let me see the 
bottle."

She tossed the bottle at me. The date showed they were fresh, at the 
peak of their effectiveness in fact. Her face was dark with fury and 
frustration. She sat down on my thighs and began to masturbate me. I 
could feel the wet hotness of her twat and wished it was the next day.

"Can I help you, Mommy?" Julia said, hopping off the chair and coming 
over.

"Sit down and shut up," said her mother. She blew her chance, I thought 
sadly, watching the little girl clamber back up on the chair awkwardly, 
so that her dress rode up and gave me a full view of her cotton 
drawers.

"Why don't you let her help you," I said, trying to look scientific 
about it, "you never know, she might learn something from it all."

"The kid's eleven years old!" Julia protested. "She's not supposed to 
know a damn thing about things like this!"

"That's why she's in the room with us?"

"She gets lonely," the mother muttered, "all right, kid, come here and 
take your clothes off. Maybe it is time you put some of that learning 
into practice."

My cock shot up like a jack-in-a-box, and the older woman turned her 
curious gaze on me instantly. Then she nodded and grinned to herself. 
Little Julia got into bed with us and wrapped her arms around me, her 
warm nude cunt pressing against my side. I got so hard I thought I 
would burst, and the mother took advantage of my condition to slip her 
big cunt over it.

My hands went over to little Julia, pressing her inchoate tits once 
more with feeling, and fingering her wet cunt, savoring its firm 
smoothness, so different from her mother's fucked-up swamp.

And yet, that swamp didn't feel bad as its silky, worn insides quivered 
along the sides of my cock, and the juices bubbled and slurped around 
it. I lay back, moving my loins into a better position, and began 
kissing the little girl while her mother fucked me harder to get my 
attention back. She fought a losing battle.

Little Julia knew the score. She squatted over my face and let me eat 
her out while she held on to the bedpost and moaned. Her mother was 
amazed to see her daughter behaving like that, but soon took it in her 
stride. Besides, her eyes got glassier by the second as she felt the 
virility of my upright prick barge into her ancient temple.

All of us were becoming increasingly heated. The bed creaked ominously 
as her massive ass belted down upon me. I was terrified she'd miss her 
goal, the power of those motions would surely snap my prick in two. But 
she was an old hand at it.

Little Julia squirmed over my face, losing track of my tongue and 
sitting on my nose or my forehead, even my chin, wherever she could 
find the pressure her naive cunt needed so badly. Her mother came like 
a poleaxed ox, but didn't break her beat, just kept on fucking even 
while she teetered and gasped on top of me.

Little Julia and I found her spot together. I nibbled at her tiny 
clitoris and she came with a squeal of surprise, alarm, and bliss. She 
lost her balance and fell back against her mother's bouncing breasts, 
where she rested contentedly for some minutes before coming back to my 
mouth.

I wanted nothing more than for the mother to get off me so I could 
plant the daughter on it. How I longed for the firm clasp of her flesh! 
Recollections of our passionate fuck flooded my brain. I couldn't take 
this loose bog anymore, I had to have the girl.

With an angry shrug I threw the mother off. She was unprepared and fell 
off the bed. It must have knocked her out, because she didn't move. 
Like a flash I was up into little Julia, and we began fucking like 
lunatics who've just come out of isolation.

She had been dying for it the whole time, and now that I was giving it 
to her, she nearly went crazy with joy. Gasping and screaming, her thin 
legs curling around me and holding me tight, she banged her loins into 
mine while my giant wild prick ploughed into her.

Her cunt became mine. I could feel all the sensations she was feeling, 
as well as my own. The way the flesh parted under the pressure of my 
ravaging dick and how the fluids oozed out of the dark cavern walls. My 
head hummed with the sharp tingles and blanket ecstasies she gave it, 
and I drove in deeper, deeper, while my groin ground against her cunt 
to bring her undone.

We fucked up a lather. She was shaking, dribbling, gulping hysterically 
for air whenever she forgot to breathe, and climaxing wonderfully. 
Finally I blew my wad into her snug little cunt and lay on top of her.

When I looked up, the elder Julia was on the chair, rubbing her head 
and looked very pissed off with both of us. She ordered her daughter to 
bed without supper, and she told me to get the hell out of her house 
before she could fetch the shotgun from her closet.

I can take a hint if nothing else. Dressing hurriedly, I bade my young 
love goodbye, thanked my hostess, and ran out of the front door while 
she made threatening motions from the closet. Out in the street I just 
kept going, trying to guess what sort of a range a shotgun had.

After a quick drink, I got back into the car and sat there for some 
time before I turned the ignition and drove slowly back to Camp Good 
Health. My heart was still beating wildly with the excitement of the 
afternoon, and I felt the die had been cast for good. Older women were 
out, younger girls were in.

And when that truth finally established itself in my mind, I could 
hardly wait to get back to the camp to take my pick of the spring 
chickens walking about in there with nothing to do but provide 
pleasure.

What a life--a couple of weeks ago nothing and in that short a time I 
could fuck myself silly without the slightest risk of apprehension, or 
of the supply running low.

Somewhere, some time, I must have done something right, I figured.



Chapter 9


After two weeks, Camp Good Health had declined into a running orgy. The 
director had heard about my snapshots and had instantly withdrawn into 
his cottage, thus creating a power vacuum. No one else dared fill it, 
in case they should earn my wrath. The photos hung over the camp like 
the sword of Damocles and the result was chaos.

Organized hikes and physical exercises just weren't in it anymore. The 
girls were quick to take advantage of the relaxation of discipline and 
scoffed at any attempt to get them to do things for their own good. 
Instead, they hung out in the huts and on corners, smoking and playing 
cards, forming gangs and terrorizing other gangs.

As for us leaders, we cut our little morsels off the bunch and consumed 
them in the privacy of our cabins, living high and sleeping late, with 
occasional runs into town to replenish supplies of liquor and beer.

I got kind of tired of this wholesale debauchery, and at one stage 
contemplated taking over the reins of the camp myself, till Elsa showed 
me some indelicate photographs of me cavorting with a troop of little 
girls. So we were all equal!

For a few days I went along with the riotous goings-on, walking into 
huts late at night to play blind man's buff, also known as blind date. 
This was amusing mainly because you never knew who you would screw 
beforehand, and some of the plainer girls got their oats this way. But 
then the cheating started, prior arrangements, attention-getting 
gimmicks, and quarrels.

Besides, much of the pleasure had gone out of fucking. With everyone 
doing it all the time, it had become like brushing your teeth under 
orders, or passing a qualifying test. I felt fucked out and listless, 
nothing excited me anymore, and as the days went by I began hiding out 
in the woods with a good book.

One day I gathered a beach towel, a transistor radio, and a book, and 
traipsed off into the forest, headed for the lake. Behind me, girls 
screeched with laughter while watching Elsa and her Little League 
lesbians perform a symphony of sucking, and further down were Lester 
Phipps and his Maidens demonstrating a number of tricks designed to 
intensify sexual delights. Mark had disappeared long ago with about 
twenty girls and enough food to keep them in the woods for a week.

I felt tired, a little heartsick. It had been such fun before, why did 
it have to get gross? Mumbling to myself, I walked through trees and 
shrubs, soon lost in the silence of the forest. Suddenly I heard 
snapping twigs. I stood still and pricked my ears up. I got the 
direction, then saw the vague flash of a figure coming towards me.

It was Sandy. Tall, lithe, her black skin shining with sweat, and her 
little tits heaving from the exertion, she stumbled up to me and fell 
around my neck while trying to catch her breath. In a strange way I was 
pleased to see her. Ever since the time we fucked, I had often thought 
about her, recalling her panther-like body and the supple muscles under 
her smooth skin.

Finally, she found her voice and said, "Let me stick around with you, 
James. I'm so pissed with those girls I could throw up."

"Why, what's the matter?"

"Ah, they're all giving me the treatment. You know how they are, all 
mouth when they're in a group. Besides, I hate girls, they're nothing 
but bitches."

"Why do you say that?" We began walking, following a faint trail 
towards the lake. "You seemed to have a lot of friends last time we 
met."

"They were just out to get you, not to look after me," she said, 
looking straight ahead with a touch of bitterness appearing in her 
voice, "and then that Southern bitch, but forget it. You don't mind if 
I hang out with you, do you?"

"I'm glad you found me." I said. "Let's get away from all the others, 
right away. Maybe we'll never come back. What do you say?"

"Oh, that's too good for words!" she cried, throwing her arms around my 
neck and kissing me with her wide, full mouth. "Man, I could really dig 
to see the last of those assholes!"

We walked hand in hand through the deeply-shaded woods, and reached the 
lake early in the afternoon. There were a few girls swimming on the 
opposite shores. They were a small minority who didn't like the others 
either. And, since we left them alone, they stayed clear of us.

It was warm and sunny, a cool zephyr blowing across the rippling 
surface of the lake. We stretched out in a dense patch of grass and 
unwound into the relaxed atmosphere of the place. Sandy had on shorts 
and a halter top, her long legs drawn up so I caught the beginning of 
her rounded buttocks just below the wide shorts. Faint tingles ran up 
my insides like air bubbles in an aquarium.

She saw the look in my eye but didn't respond. Her face struck me in 
all its beauty, the high cheekbones and the turned down almond-shaped 
eyes, the skin stretched taut over her firm jawbones and down over her 
long, finely-muscled neck. Just looking at her took my breath away. But 
then she turned to me, and her queenly, aloof beauty became friendlier, 
more approachable.

"Do you like me, James?" she asked. Her voice was high and silvery, 
young even for her tender years.

"I like you very much," I said huskily, the words catching in my 
throat. Her lips caught my eye, full and wide, the brilliant white 
teeth flashing behind them, lips that I recalled in minute detail from 
our one night together. How I longed to kiss them again.

"Why do you like me?" I wondered if she was teasing, or just looking 
for reassurance.

"Because you're beautiful and you're yourself," I said. She smiled and 
came a little closer to me. I took her hand and she squeezed mine. She 
told me how horrible she had felt when the vigilantes had rent us 
asunder, and she had found it impossible to get to sleep that night.

"Maybe this time it'll end differently," I suggested.

"Oh, I hope so, James. You made me feel so good last time and then, 
just as I was near to feeling perfect, those bitches interrupted and I 
felt like I had a broomstick up my cunt for the whole night."

"Let's take a swim," I said. She nodded and took off her clothes. Once 
again, she charged me up as if the sight of her jumped me. Those smooth 
long limbs, the blackness of her cunt with the tiny curls just pushing 
up out of her skin, and those hard titties with the dark nipples, all 
of it combined into a potent brew. Then, as she walked towards the 
lake, I saw her dimpled buttocks, round and pressed together into a 
razor-thin furrow, rolling smoothly as oiled bearings.

By the time I hit the water, I was as hard as a board, raring to go. 
But we had all the time we could need, no sense in hurrying anything. 
She cried out in pleasure as she leaped about in the water, splashing 
me and diving under, her short cropped curls flat down her exquisite 
skull, looking more like a water sprite than a twelve-year-old 
schoolgirl.

I stood up to my waist in the cool waters, and watched her play. The 
sun sent golden dusty beams through the foliage to play about her, 
bouncing off the waters and created an aura that lit up her skin and 
made her teeth flash brilliantly.

In spite of the cool water, my cock rose with dizzying speed, the 
flushed knob peeking out over the surface as if providing her with a 
beacon to home in on. And she did. Still playing, splashing, pretending 
not to notice me, she came closer and closer, till she threw her arms 
around my neck and made me lose my balance.

We toppled into the water, kissing and embracing till we were forced up 
for oxygen. Breathless and laughing, she waded through the water away 
from me, jumping when it became shallow enough to vault the water, and 
ran onto the beach to fall headlong in the grass.

I ran after her, tugged by my trembling erection, my eyes wide, staring 
at her graceful figure plunging to the shore. The water resisted my 
progress but I was hardly aware of it. I could only think of making 
love with her.

On the grass beside her, my hands running over her wet skin, feeling 
the curves of her flesh, its resilience, my fingers easing into the 
tight furrow of her cheeks and burrowing in deep till they touched her 
tiny asshole. She pressed in close to me, her flesh setting mine on 
fire.

Holding onto her ass, I slid down into the join of her thighs and 
allowed my tongue to tarry between the top of her wide cleft, caressing 
the pulvinated skin and relishing each tiny curl peeking out of it. Her 
back arched tautly, bringing her cunt up higher so I would dig my 
tongue up her hole, and I obliged her happily.

She had a taste all of her own. Though she refused to use perfume, she 
favored bath oils, one in particular that smelled like an orange grove, 
fresh, a little bitter, fragrant without being cloying. I could smell 
the remains of it in her cunt, together with a tangy blend of human 
secretions that added up to olives and mushroom, but could instantly 
change to quite a different taste like a sweet meat, or almonds.

I sucked all of it into me, tasting it all the way down my throat and 
smelling it with all the power of my nostrils. The sticky fluids and 
the spit mingled to cover my face and absorb me all the more into the 
wonderful world of her box, while she writhed and groaned, her back as 
taut as a bow and quiver.

Her legs came around my neck so that her sinewy thighs were clasped 
about my ears. I pulled the cheeks of her ass further apart so that the 
dark valley stretched wide, and ran my tongue up in hard licks, 
concentrating about the clitoris that had appeared out of its tuck of 
skin and reared up like a mighty midget, hard as a bullet.

How she danced when I chafed it subtly with my teeth, the fluids 
gushing down and running over my fingers into the furrow itself. I 
lifted her up higher and gave my mouth free rein in her ass. It nipped 
and nibbled, licked and tasted, caressed and chewed, rimming her 
asshole, then the elastically constricted hole of her cunt, easing in 
and out, flicking at drops of nectar wherever they were.

Her hips began to jerk convulsively and she begged me to give her a 
break, just for a moment, so she could absorb all the rushes of ecstasy 
I had triggered off in her. I wanted to keep going but she slid out of 
my grasp and before I could retrench, she was down on me.

I saw she meant business, so I lay back and relaxed. Her instincts were 
either working at full pelt, or she had had lessons from the other 
demons disguised as little girls, because she worked me over like a 
blowjob queen.

Her wide mouth stretched around my vibrant cock, to linger around the 
burning head for a moment before plunging down around the sides. I 
groaned and tried to dig into the ground with my back under the sheer 
force of feeling. She went up and did it again, and again I could 
hardly take it all. She was like an arsonist, setting my body alight 
with the sudden brilliance of a flash cube.

Suddenly I wanted nothing else in this world than to be blown by her. 
And that, for me, is peculiar, since I have never thought highly of men 
who go into sexual escapades just to have their peeny-weeny sucked. She 
was good, super good, her lips and tongue shivering around my flesh 
till it threatened to disintegrate into ecstatic ashes.

But she brought me too close to blowing, and in the back of my mind the 
idea of fucking was still very strong. With a titanic exertion of mind 
over flesh, I pulled free and laid her out on the beach towel.

She looked at me, ripe and ready, her eyes focusing with effort, and 
smiling distractedly when I covered her body with mine. Her hand went 
down to my groin and guided my aching cock into her soaked hole, where 
it slipped inside as though there was a vacuum to suck it in.

My cock felt as if it would explode into a fountain of hot cream at any 
second. It was all self-discipline for me, hardly able to enjoy the 
feeling of her tense, wet flesh clamped around my cock like a silken 
sheath rubbed with precious oils.

She simmered while I fucked carefully, flying up and boiling over now 
and then when my cock hit the spot, and subsiding once more into a hot 
time bomb of a woman set for Any Time. Fucking her was like playing a 
perfectly tuned violin; you knew that, as long as you stroked 
correctly, she would respond totally.

Though I had to gnash my teeth and keep my thoughts at bay, I knew I 
had reached a state of bliss that is denied most men. We fucked 
tightly, cautiously, knowing that one wrong move would trigger off a 
welter of discords and send us erupting into premature climaxes, thus 
dissipating a moment which ought to last forever.

There was nothing childish about her now. The woman in her, that had 
been lying barely dormant ever since she was born, had burst through 
all the veneers, leaving only a child's body to do it all with. And who 
needed more? Firm and strong, her tits madly exciting despite their 
lack of volume, her loins deft and supple, her cunt a masterpiece and 
torrid, she was all I wanted.

We barely moved for some time, our bodies just squeezing up against 
each other in a slow, regular motion. My prick was up to the hilt in 
her cunt, regaled by juices and the softest flesh. Only our pubic bones 
came together, nudging each other towards a climax on the grand scale, 
but doing it slowly, as if we were spinning a silk cocoon.

Enveloped in our womb of passion, we fucked, speeding up now that the 
end was in sight, ascending up the mountain recklessly, knowing that 
wherever we dropped we would land in each other's arms. Her cries grew 
higher, tighter, till they were barely audible squeals--one more 
thrust, and her voice abruptly dropped several octaves to give out a 
full-throated roar of pleasure.

That was my cue. My body rocked and shook as my loins gave way to all 
the pent-up energy, and slammed each thrust home rapidly, lightning 
reaming, my cock agitating her insides till the juices splattered and 
dribbled down both our thighs. Then my body convulsed from head to toe 
and I let fly a wad as big as a howitzer shell which burst up high and 
sent her off on another thrilling spasm.

I tumbled off her, stretching out in the cool grass and letting it 
bring necessary relief to my quivering nerve ends. Her black skin shone 
with sweat and the varying rays of sun bursting through the foliage 
above, and once more she made me dizzy with her exotic beauty.

She rolled over towards me and I cradled her in my arms as we both 
dozed off, utterly spent and content, our bodies enjoying one of the 
rare moments granted us on earth, a moment when we have no needs at 
all. Famous beauties could parade past me at such times, they could 
poke their cunts at me, try to force their strawberry nipples down my 
throat, and I would not turn a hair.

When we woke up it was late afternoon. The girls who had earlier been 
swimming had disappeared, and we had the entire lake to ourselves. 
Without words, we walked into the water and swam towards the raft that 
had been anchored in the center of the lake, where we climbed aboard 
and rested in the fading sunlight.

The forest spread out away from the lake into every direction, and the 
polychromatic rays of the sun bathed it in a dazzle of colors, while 
turning the sky a dark blue at one end, and painting it red at the 
other horizon, with tiny clouds streaked red, orange, and purple 
hanging near the sun.

Still silent, we watched it go down, disappearing finally in a 
crescendo of fragmented hues and tints, till it became quite dark over 
the lake. But it was still warm, all the heat absorbed by the water 
during the day oozing upwards now to keep the temperature even with the 
air.

"Couldn't we build a hut here," she said finally, "and live here 
forever, just the two of us?"

I didn't answer, but I certainly thought about it. Hell, to have her 
with me permanently would be more happiness than I was prepared for. 
But people would talk, and they'd drag us apart, just as they always 
did with those who diverged from their standards of normalcy.

Instead of answering, I kissed her, and she pressed into me with a 
natural urgency. My hands roved over her hard body, slipping over the 
polished skin, the sinews and long muscles, the bones, feeling her all 
over and holding her so close that we almost merged.

Her breathing came to my ears like whispered music, a guide for action. 
My touch seemed to excite her instantly, like flicking on the lights, 
and it was contagious. My hand found her breasts and squeezed them 
tenderly, kissing her nipples and rolling my tongue around them till 
they were erect and she pushed them further into my mouth.

I stuck with her tits for a long time, kissing, sucking, holding them 
in my palms, rubbing them soft and hard, while she moaned and indicated 
she could take that for a long time. She was like a barely tame cat the 
way she responded, curving her body and purring way down, her face 
expressing an animal excitement that would only be tempered later when 
people taught her how to act like a lady.

While I sucked I went through all the phases of tit-consciousness, 
beginning with babyhood when the tit is the center of the universe, 
graduating through childish fantasies about those bobbing bundles of 
flesh behind the motherly blouse, and adolescent tit-fantasies that 
require bigger and bigger tits before satisfaction may be attained, 
till tits look like mountains, and their bearers fade out like the 
Cheshire cat.

All added fuel to my fire, though there was hardly enough tit to go 
round. Yet what little there was, was indeed precious. Tender flesh, 
innocent and new, blacker in the night, and sweeter than any I had 
tasted. But finally I parted from them, when her breathing came harshly 
and her trembling became critical.

I contented myself with a quick drink of her cunt, there was no need 
for further foreplay. She was sopping wet and very hot, the trembling 
shaking up her whole body, her way of telling me to fling it into her.

But rather than subject her tender skin to the risk of picking up 
splinters from the wooden raft's rough planks, I lay on my back and 
brought her on top of me. She eased aboard with a deep sigh of 
contentment, on her knees for the moment while my prick plumbed her 
depths.

Then, when I was way up into her, she lay on top of me so that the 
maximum amount of her pressed against the most she could get of me, and 
my prick was wedged securely between her closed thighs, bent a little, 
just the knob sliding up and down the hot canal of her cunt.

She squirmed subtly so that her clitoris could get the most out of it, 
and I imagined I could feel the hard little knob writhing against my 
prick. But I knew I could feel her cunt--smooth and wet, it entrapped 
my prick in a heavenly hold, palpitating slightly to do maddening 
things to it.

We lay like that till she came with a sudden shudder, after which she 
got up and squatted over me with her back turned to me. I waited to see 
what she had in mind.

With both hands she pulled at the full cheeks of her ass, exposing both 
orifices to me. And I, taking my sorely throbbing cock in hand, steered 
it at her asshole. At first I didn't think she would go through with 
it. The first touch of my prick alarmed her, and when the knob pushed 
at her sphincter muscles, she emitted a small cry of pain.

But with rare courage she pressed on, and slowly my well greased member 
worked its way up her ass, fighting to separate the constricted walls 
while her asshole stretched excruciatingly. I think she was sobbing a 
bit but she kept on going, her ass taut and heart-shaped in front of 
me, shining in the soft glow of moonlight, her long, slender back and 
her broad shoulders curved forward while she supported herself on both 
hands to get the rest of me inside.

We did it. She sat down on my pubic bone with a long sigh, and rested 
up awhile. Then we struggled together while I got up on my knees and 
loomed over her to begin fucking her ass with short, slow strokes. My 
prick was so hard and swollen I thought it would choke inside her tiny 
channel, but somehow it found the margin and the flexibility necessary 
to get cracking.

I ploughed in and out, taking longer strokes as her cunt juices 
lubricated the smooth, damp tissue around my intruding cock, and her 
pain slowly melted into pure, sharp pleasure. Faster now, my loins 
driving the prick home to the hilt with a snapping whip that forced 
high cries out of her throat, cries of inhuman bliss.

Her ass held me in a vise, and I knew my erection had only a short span 
of time before it would succumb to this fanatical embrace of passion. 
Quickly, I brought my hand around, down her flat belly, to her cunt, 
where I found her wide open cunt, and began fingering her clit with all 
my might.

I had pressed the right button. She took a mighty breath and exploded! 
What a beautiful feeling. My hand caught the running juices and rubbed 
it all over her belly, thighs, passing some on to her for her tongue to 
relish. Meanwhile I fucked on, sending my cock flying up her ass, 
leaning back and watching it clamped between the cheeks with primitive 
delight.

And there it went. I couldn't hold on any more, the orgasm was wrenched 
from within me, collapsing me inside. I heard myself draw in more air 
with a strange, prolonged growl, till the balance had been restored, 
and I rested on her for awhile.

Without extracting my rapidly shrinking cock, we tumbled into the 
water, and began the long swim back to the beach. It was dark now, and, 
but for the silver glow of the moon, we would never have found our spot 
again.

We swam slowly, on our backs most of the time, just kicking at the 
water and propelling ourselves with indolent strokes of our arms. The 
experiences we had had together still thrilled through us, we could 
hardly take our eyes off each other even if it was hard to see 
anything.

Back on land, I found my towel, the radio, and the good book I had 
intended to finish, and, gathering these, we walked back to the hut. 
Again she started to talk about leaving the camp before the month was 
up. I told her I had a wife at home, but that didn't disturb her. With 
her child's logic she told me to leave her. And, seen as a solution, it 
was plausible enough.

Still, I didn't want to make up my mind straight away. I told her about 
laws, and how hard people can make it for other people, if they gang 
up. She understood that, and said she would ask me again tomorrow.

Not much time to think things over. However, I felt as if there were 
possibilities that I had not yet explored, and perhaps the light of day 
would throw them into relief for me.

I led her back to my hut; there was no question of her parting from me 
now. Funny how quickly I had become dependent on her company--but I 
pushed it into the back of my mind, waiting for daylight, when the sun 
would burn away this infatuation, and reality would show me the way out 
of the dilemma.



Chapter 10


But the light of day did nothing as coherent as I had hoped for. First 
it put the whole of Camp Good Health in the worst possible light for 
both of us, and secondly she looked even more beautiful in the morning.

I didn't know what to do. We walked together to the cafeteria for our 
breakfast, only to find the place a shamble. Girls were swarming over 
the serving counters to get at the dwindling supplies of eggs, and 
others were frying them on the range with gay abandon. In the end they 
just threw the eggs up into the air so they broke open on the range, 
and removed the shells when they were fried.

We left the place, but not before a gang of girls had ridiculed us. 
Ashamed, we stopped holding hands, and walked off like the teacher and 
his pupil. But it was on. The news spread through the camp like 
wildfire, and soon little girls, some dressed, some naked, were 
taunting us with silly epithets like 'James loves Sandy, nyaah, nyaah!' 
and others rolled their eyes heavenward when we passed, mooning to 
themselves.

The pressure was on. Sandy used this opportunity to press home her 
demands, but I clung to my silly ideas for a little longer. But then we 
saw little girls dead drunk lying half in and half out of the huts, 
staggering around pissing themselves, or lighting cigarettes with 
trembling fingers.

Elsewhere, there were fights and arguments, scratched and bleeding 
girls running after each other and cursing. The middle aged ladies had 
locked and barred their huts and lived in fear of gang violence and my 
photos. Mark still hadn't been seen. And Lester Phipps had been tied to 
a tree near the administration building.

We walked up to him and asked what he had done to deserve this. He 
looked at us, pale and obviously shaken, and told us he really didn't 
know for sure, but that he had overheard some of the girls talking 
about a wholesale revenge on the male sex.

And sure enough, a troop of girls burst out of the woods with Mark in 
tow. He looked bewildered, stumbling with his hands tied behind his 
back, while the girls hit him with sticks and ridiculed him. That was 
enough for me. I turned and hightailed it back to my hut, Sandy behind 
me, threw my few belongings into the bag, and rushed out to my car.

She got in beside me, and I locked all the doors, wound up the windows, 
and drove toward the main gate. I found it had been chain-locked. 
Looking around, I saw a gang of girls come at us, brandishing sticks 
and throwing rocks, some of which bounced off the trunk. Time for a 
quick decision. I measured the thickness of the chain with my eyes, and 
slipped the car into drive. Then I stomped on the accelerator, and the 
car nosed into the gates.

The chain snapped instantly, and the gates flew open to let me out. The 
tires spat up gravel and grit as I made good my getaway. I didn't stop 
for a few miles, bouncing over the dirt road with the vision of the 
ugly hordes vivid in my mind. Only when we reached the expressway did I 
take it easy.

"We forgot about your things," I said, "did you have much there?"

"Oh shit," she said, frowning for a moment, but then she grinned and 
said it didn't matter, they were only a few old clothes. We drove on 
down the expressway, still wondering what to do. Suddenly I pulled over 
to the side of the road and said:

"No, we'll go back later tonight, and I'll get the stuff for you. It'd 
be a shame to leave it all to those little bitches." Her face lit up, 
obviously she had been prepared to sacrifice the stuff for me.

We drove back to the dirt road and found the way to the lake, where we 
parked for the day. Except for going back to civilization to get 
hamburgers and coffee, we did nothing but laze and swim, dozing in the 
shade when the heat got too much for us, just waiting for a chance to 
get the rest of the stuff and disappear from this place,

I wondered what had become of Mark and Lester, and deep down I felt bad 
that I hadn't stayed to help them. After all, men ought to stick 
together to defend themselves against women. I grinned, and resolved to 
see if I could help them later.

Finally it was near enough to midnight to give it a try. Sandy locked 
herself in the car, which I had concealed among the bushes to make sure 
she would be perfectly safe. Then put on my sneakers, jeans, and dark 
sweater, and snuck through the woods.

Camp Good Health had turned into a child's bedlam. All the lights were 
on, a bonfire threw its erratic glare over the administration building, 
and loud whooping echoed through the still air. I circled the perimeter 
warily, afraid they might have posted sentries. But I overestimated the 
girls, they were all too busy having fun.

Staying within the deep shadows cast by the huts, I moved in closer. 
Sandy's hut was empty, so I rushed inside and found her locker. Packing 
her gear into her bag hurriedly, I moved on to check on Lester and 
Mark.

Both men had been tied to trees, ominously close to the raging bonfire, 
which was fed by a long line of girls throwing furniture and boards 
into it. Lester seemed to have fainted with fear, while Mark did his 
utmost to keep up a cool front. But even from where I stood, his jaw 
could be seen to tremble.

Elsa appeared suddenly, standing with her back to the fire and her arms 
upraised. She shouted for the girls to stop and listen to her, but she, 
too, was ignored. In the end she just shrugged and sat on a bench in 
front of the building, gazing dully into the fire.

In a flash I remembered her pistol, and I ran silently to her hut to 
see if it was still around. All her belongings had been scattered about 
the room, but I didn't give up hope. I rummaged through her bed, looked 
under the mattress, and tore at the lining of her handbag--no luck.

"All right, mister, freeze!" said a girl's voice from behind. I knew 
what was expected of me. My arms up in the air, I turned slowly around. 
Three of the older girls flanked Irene, who had the pistol pointed at 
my belly. They sniggered when they spotted Sandy's bag beside me, but 
didn't pursue the matter. Instead they ordered me to lay face down on 
the bed, and not to move a finger if I wanted to keep on living.

The whole affair reminded me of a rotten film, but I did as I was told. 
Nimble fingers stripped me of my clothes, and I heard one of them lock 
the door to and draw the curtains. From the remarks they made among 
each other, I gathered they meant to take their pleasure with me before 
abandoning me to my sorry lot with the other men.

I figured I was well advised to take my enjoyments as they came, 
instead of worrying about the future. The girls ordered me to lie on my 
back and for me to watch them take their clothes off. I did, and with 
pleasure.

The three lackeys were well developed for their age, while Irene looked 
lanky by contrast. I didn't know the names of the others, and no one 
introduced me, so I just let my gaze wander over the budding breasts 
and the sparsely overgrown cunts, stiff looking callow between thin 
thighs, like fruit that needed to ripen more.

Slowly the four of them came toward me, their cunts steady as they 
went, three pairs of tits wobbling, one pair quivering; and, just as 
they were almost on the bed, they broke out into a frantic rush to get 
to my dick first.

Irene won and sank her small mouth over it, swallowing it greedily, 
while the other three fought for my mouth. The biggest won, and settled 
her chubby brush over my lips leaving the other two to their own 
devices. I was happy. Irene was performing wonders with my dick, 
apparently spurred on by the competitiveness in the air. And the big 
girl's cunt was a veritable treasure chest of delights, making my 
tongue tingle and lap to relax her wide open.

I couldn't see much else but cunt. For a while I did my best to keep an 
eye on the two left-over girls, but the only indication I got that they 
were still with us was heavy breathing. My imagination did its best to 
construct the scene, while my eyes feasted on the hairy cleft just 
within focal range.

My prick rose so fast it almost choked Irene. She forced a tactical 
retreat, and lapped around the red head of my cock till she was ready 
for another plunge. Her lips quivered deliciously about the taut skin 
and made my loins come close to eruption. My hands grabbed at the other 
girl's plump flanks, digging into her flesh and pulling her closer to 
my face as my tongue went down her cunt and up her hole for more fun.

Suddenly the big girl uttered a hoarse cry and fluids rushed 
plentifully down her chute. She moved back, her full ass bumping Irene 
out of the way, and then she settled over my prick with a vengeful 
thump of cheeks against my belly. She took my breath away. While I lay 
back gasping, trying to screw my rod further up her soaking cunt, Irene 
launched a counter-offensive.

I didn't care who won, just as long as somebody fucked me. The chances 
were good. The two spares were on the floor, finger-fucking each other 
and playing with their tits, both with an eagle eye on me in case of a 
vacancy.

The big girl casually drove her elbow into Irene's stomach, sending her 
tumbling off the bed and to the floor. Irene began to sob angrily, 
rearing up and lunging at the girl with claws extended. The girl 
measured her approach, then let fly with a square punch to Irene's fine 
nose. Blood spilled over her mouth and down her breasts as she reeled. 
The big girl grunted and got back down to fucking me. Somehow I 
maintained my erection through all this, and the girl began to rut over 
me like a pig in heat. She sank her fingers into my sides and began 
banging her cunt down over my prick, bending it cruelly. Her eyes were 
shut tight, she bit her lip and inhaled noisily through her nose as she 
fucked, and suddenly I knew what a girl must feel like when she goes to 
bed with a sudden-death man.

She came, got off and curtly motioned one of the other girls to take 
her place. My dick was wilting rapidly, but the next caught it just in 
time. She was less moody, and worked gently at resurrecting it by 
manipulating her cunt muscles around my sensitive knob.

I began to enjoy it again, relaxing while my prick rose like a reversed 
film of a toppling smokestack. The girl did her best till she felt me 
fully expanded inside her little cunt, then began to ride me as if I 
was an unruly horse!

Irene got up, holding a hanky to her nose to still the flow of blood. 
Softly she walked up to the girl on top of me, then, crooking her arm 
around the unwary girl's neck, pulled her off brutally, and immediately 
swung on top of me. Her cunt was dry and tight, she had trouble 
slipping it on me.

For a moment she became a little girl again, looking at me with appeal 
in her eyes. My heart melted enough for me to extend a helping hand. I 
took her buttocks in both hands and spread them out so that stage by 
stage she sagged down over me.

Soon, her juices paved the way for faster fucking and she wasted no 
time. Again I was made into the victim and I was getting sick of it. 
When she least expected it I seized her by her chicken bone shoulders 
and brought her down on top of me, then I rolled around and ploughed my 
dick into her cunt, spading it open till she was putty in my hands.

Irene liked it, but the other girls thought I was going too far. They 
jumped up and grabbed me with sticky, cunt-covered fingers to bring me 
back again, Irene staying put and rising like the keel of a capsized 
ship.

That was enough for me. I played along with this charade till they had 
been lulled into a false sense of security. My eyes roved around the 
room, and saw the gun lying forgotten on a window sill, just above 
where the other girls were masturbating each other. Their faces were 
grim, there was more effort than pleasure in their beating off, but 
boredom turns the mind to sex naturally.

I waited for Irene to approach her climax before I made my move. In a 
way I was reluctant to shift, it felt so good. Her nude cunt was 
bouncing up and down on my pubic bone, grinding into me to give herself 
all the thrills.

I tossed her off and bounded over to the window sill. The girls 
shrieked and tried to stop me but I had the element of surprise on my 
side. I took the gun and jumped in front of the door, menacing them 
with the snub weapon.

"Okay, I've eaten enough shit," I snarled, playing my part with relish. 
"You, Irene, tie these girls up like a good girl scout. You're to be my 
hostages from now till I get out of here safely."

When they were bound together, I checked the knots and tied Irene in 
with the others.

Then I marched them toward the administration building, carrying 
Sandy's bag and once more dressed in my guerrilla outfit.

My appearance startled the whooping, drunken girls. Suddenly the entire 
camp seemed to fall silent. Elsa looked up from her bench, a ray of 
hope in her eyes, and Lester cried out for me to save him. I nodded and 
ordered the girls to release both men.

At first they refused, and a cordon of angry little girls formed around 
me. They were all naked, and had painted their bodies with lurid 
cosmetics and anything else they could find. The flickering fire cast 
an eerie glow over them and as they closed in I was tempted to throw 
the gun away and run for my life.

But I got a grip on myself and shouted I would shoot all four if 
another step were taken. They were convinced I meant it.

Each of the adults took a turn at packing their gear and rejoining the 
brave little band holding out against impossible odds. Then, warning 
the girls to stay back, we sidled our way out of the camp. Once out, we 
released our hostages.

Lester and Mark went in one direction, Elsa and I in another. The wild 
whooping behind us gave our feet wings. We ran through the woods, 
groping our way through the pitch blackness, steering only by patches 
of moonlight dotting our way.

We ran for several miles, somewhat in the direction of the car. We 
stopped and listened. Not a sound. They had probably chased us for a 
while, till their fear of the dark sent them scurrying back to the 
bonfire. Elsa sank down to the ground and I joined her.

"Remember how we made love the first day?" I asked, and I saw her white 
teeth shine in the dark as she smiled. "You know--I'd like to make love 
with you just one more time, symbolically."

I used that pitch because I was still frustrated from the bad fuck the 
little girls had given me. Besides, there was something bovinely 
sensual about Elsa, an inescapable attraction centering about her ample 
cheeks and the blonde thicket covering her generous cunt.

She sat close to me and stroked my arm, dwelling over the muscle 
lovingly. I couldn't explain her change of attitude to myself, but I 
figured it had to do with the way all her girl friends had turned on 
her.

I reached out and found her tits, bulging out of her bra. I lingered 
reflecting that it might be the last such tit to fall to my lot.

She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off along with her bra, and I saw 
the round white orbs of flesh tumble out into freedom. Her skirt 
followed, and then her panties, absurdly big pink things she inherited 
from her grandmother.

I stood up and quickly undressed. We arranged the clothes over the 
leaves and lay down beside each other, restless hands squeezing and 
prying. Her flesh was so resilient and suddenly her fist clenched my 
cock and began to jerk at it softly.

This time, when my hand descended down into her dense shrubbery, there 
wasn't a murmur of protest. Instead her ample thighs opened up 
slightly, letting my finger dwell in her moist cleavage, running up and 
down between the heavily forested lips, to eventually plunge into her 
cavernous cunt hole.

She groaned, already dripping wet and trembling, her arm tight around 
my neck, the other jerking me off with a coarse expertise. Her fingers 
loosened as I expanded, and, when I went down on her, she went down on 
me.

Deep in the forest and deep in each other the only sounds breaking the 
silence were the occasional slurps of a suck that parted the lips, and 
the increasing harshness of our inhalation.

Eating her was like eating a fig through a fur coat. In a way I really 
enjoyed her muff but slowly I withdrew myself, turned, and drove my 
prick through the heavy tangle to ride deep into her cunt, and we 
screwed most agreeably there in the night. Her full curves supported me 
on cushions of flesh, her thighs lifted and came around me like padded 
supports. I got lost in her, enveloped in her flesh, and fucked her as 
one would fuck one's mother.

When it was over she dressed and walked with me to my car. Sandy was a 
bit disturbed at seeing me with Elsa, but when I opened the back door 
for the teacher, she took that as a sign that the older woman was 
second class which is what it did mean.

I drove Elsa to a bus stop, then began the long drive back to my home 
town. We talked during this trip, trying to decide on what to do. Sandy 
told me she didn't care if she ever saw her parents. She was prepared 
to go anywhere with me. And I would go anywhere for her--but where 
could we go?

That isn't so easy, but finally we hit on a solution. Mexico. She would 
pose as my ward. My Spanish wasn't bad and I could easily get a job 
teaching. We could set up house together.

We both became enthusiastic and talked for hours. By the time we got to 
my place, it had been decided. I would get some clothes and the 
necessities, and we would leave and wait together until she was of an 
age to marry me.

It was early morning when I stopped the car around the corner from my 
place, and snuck down the street with my key in my hand. Sandy stayed 
in the car, I didn't want her to get into a confrontation with my wife. 
Already I dreaded seeing her as I just knew she'd be in curlers and 
that greasy dressing gown she wore at the start of each day.

Into the house I crept and up the stairs to see if she was to home. 
Maybe she'd eloped with the muscle man from the beach?

No. She was at home, but not alone. And when I saw with whom she was, I 
nearly fell over with the shock.

The kid from next door was in bed with her. I knew him well, and I had 
known that he had eyes for my wife, but then most adolescents are cunt 
crazy about the nearest woman. He was fourteen, had a paper route and 
played basketball, that's all I knew about him.

I stood in the doorway watching the stirring of the blankets and his 
putting his arm about her. I moved back out of sight and waited. My 
wife moved and groaned and nestled closer to him. Slowly he pushed the 
covers back and exposed both their naked bodies. He was as hard as a 
billy goat.

Suddenly a hand was on my shoulder! I whirled and it was Sandy come to 
check on me, afraid that my wife had lured me back to the connubial 
bed. I indicated the charming scene before her, and her eyes opened 
wide when she saw what was transpiring.

We smiled to each other. It looked like this was one marriage that 
would work out perfectly.


The End
