Ann's Young Studs
by Jane Moore 


FOREWORD 

Pedophilia, or the attraction of an older person toward one much younger, is 
a widely recognized phenomena in our society as well as in others. Social 
opinion of pedophiliacs, those who are subject to this attraction and carry 
it into overt forms of behavior, vary widely from one culture to another. As 
a very rough generalization we might begin by observing that societies which 
permit polygamy tend to look more leniently upon pedophilia; an aging man 
would be--likely to select a very young girl for his second or newest wife, 
and this would most likely be permissible within that society's framework of 
cultural norms. 

Social prohibitions of pedophilia have not succeeded in eradicating it, 
however. Within our own society the marriage of an octogenarian to a 
teen-age bride is almost always good for some newspaper headlines and the 
stories are generally written with a tongue-in-cheek attitude, suggesting at 
once not only a widespread interest in such marriages but also a chiding, if 
not outright negative, attitude toward them. Our society even places legal 
restrictions upon the sexual attraction of the older for the young, thus the 
minimum age levels which our legislators set for consenting to sexual 
intercourse or for contracting a marriage. Despite these legal restrictions 
the attraction of the old for the young is strong enough that marriages are 
still contracted, love affairs still begun and consummated, which could 
easily be termed "pedophiliac" in nature. 

Unfortunately, the term has not been defined strictly enough for us to be 
able to make hard and fast distinctions between that which is and is not 
pedophiliac in every case. How old is "Old," for example? How young must one 
party be, and how great must the discrepancy in ages be, in order for a 
sexual relationship to be pedophiliac? We do not have a formula for arriving 
at exact answers to these questions. Lacking the scientific precision 
necessary for a really profound treatment of these questions, we must turn 
to the realm of everyday usage in an effort at developing satisfactory 
working answers. 

It becomes obvious, upon taking a common-sense view of the matter, that a 
mere arithmetical solution cannot be found. Thus, an affair between a man of 
fifty and a woman of thirty would hardly be considered pedophiliac; indeed, 
marriages involving age groupings of this sort occur daily throughout the 
country and never attract the least bit of attention from the public. An 
affair between a man of, say, thirty-five and a girl of fifteen, however, 
would be a very different story indeed and here, we can be sure, the 
public's reaction would not be at all the same. 

This extreme example is good enough to suggest an important point to us. The 
public's opposition to pedophilia, as well as its interest, is most aroused 
when one of the partners is a young girl, perhaps even below the legal age 
of consent (which varies considerably from state to state). In reading 
popularized accounts of such marriages or affairs, one is often conscious of 
an underlying belief on the writer's part, a conviction that the older 
partner must have exercised some kind of trickery or force in order to carry 
out the scheme being described. This is not always the case; there have been 
well-documented instances of the younger partner being the aggressor in 
these relationships. 

Most often the public's imagination presupposes an older man and a young 
girl when pedophilia is mentioned. Again, this is very far from being the 
rule in all cases. We do not have any accurate information about the extent 
of pedophilia, much less the composition of the partners. Thus we cannot 
determine whether the public imagination is correct in its assumption about 
the most prevalent form of pedophilia. We do know, however, that there are 
some cases in which older women are attracted to males much younger than 
themselves, and these cases are just as much an instance of the phenomenon 
pedophilia as any other. 

Ann's Young Studs is a fictional rendition of one such case. It diverges 
from the public's assumptions in at least two respects: the female character 
who forms the central focus for the book is the oldest character in the book 
and the young males who become her partners in an amazing series of sexual 
escapades are definitely the aggressors. While the female character 
eventually becomes reconciled to having sex with males considerably younger 
than herself, she does so only after being forced into it; in no sense can 
she be considered the perpetrator of the deeds described in the pages that 
follow. Ann Gooden, the central character, thus emerges from the book as a 
very sympathetic figure. 

It is certainly not our intention to suggest that every camp is the scene of 
such orgiastic happenings as are described in the following pages. 

The fictional camp is just that, a creation of the author's imagination, and 
should not be understood as anything else. Nevertheless, we believe that the 
situation is entirely credible and could well be substantiated by references 
to events taken from everyday life. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

I hadn't looked forward to that hike to Lone Falls Camp, not that day or any 
other day. And not because I had to walk every one of the five miles, 
either; I'm in good condition and usually I don't mind a good hike. No, my 
reluctance had to do with a sense of unease about what I might find there 
once I arrived. 

It all began, I guess you might say, back in January when Pastor Bockhaus 
gave me the bad news, telling me that I was not only going to have to run 
his church's camp that summer but also to supervise construction work on a 
new, satellite campsite a few miles farther into the Weenockee Mountains. 
I'd protested that running one camp was quite enough work for any one person 
but he had shown me that it wasn't feasible to hire someone else just to 
supervise the work at Lone Falls, the proposed new campsite. Besides, he 
added, I would only have to drop in one or two days a week to check on the 
progress of the work, which was very simple; they wanted Lone Falls to be a 
primitive camp and that meant that nothing very sophisticated would have to 
be built. 

I'd felt like crying when I went back to my little cubbyhole of an office in 
Eastwood's United Community Church. Bockhaus had talked me into it and now I 
faced the prospect of all that work. The plaque on my desk read "Ann Gooden, 
Camp Counselor," and I thought of taking it back to him and showing him that 
it said nothing about construction supervisor. It wouldn't have done any 
good, though; he need only have patted my hand and soft-soaped me a little 
and I'd have agreed to it all over again. 

Another reason for my reluctance to take on the task, and to go over to Lone 
Falls that day, was that the pastor's own son, Terry, was part of the work 
crew. The church had hired Terry, along with Chuck Norden, son of a member 
of the church's board of trustees, and Mark Cokes, son of one of the most 
prominent parishioners, to do the work. Chuck and Terry were sixteen and 
Mark a year older but I didn't have much confidence in them. Terry had 
absorbed virtually none of his father's pious goodness, and that part only 
to rebel against it, and the others were cut to about the same pattern. I 
hadn't liked the way they had looked at me when I'd gone there before-as if 
I'd forgotten my clothes-and I especially didn't like the way they had 
pumped me to find out exactly how far it was to Camp Lenatchee, a girls' 
camp a few miles to the south. 

Even before I got into the clearing where the boys had set up their tents I 
could tell that something was under way, something that needed correcting. I 
could hear the whoops of laughter from quite a distance and, when I got 
closer, I could hear a softer, shriller laugh, one that could have come only 
from a female throat. The scene that greeted my eyes when I got to the edge 
of the clearing went far beyond anything I'd ever imagined, however. I'm not 
excessively prudish, I think, but what I saw when I looked through the last 
fringe of bushes absolutely took my breath away. 

Chuck was kneeling behind a female form that was as naked as himself. The 
girl was facing Terry, who knelt in front of her, and even though her long 
mop of corn silk blonde hair hung down over her face I instinctively knew 
that she was sucking his cock. I could also tell that Chuck's prick was 
buried in the blonde's cunt-he was ramming it into her with vigor-they were 
in profile to me and I could see the blonde's big breasts jiggling as he 
lunged back and forth. 

It might surprise you to hear me, a thirty-three-year-old camp counselor 
who's employed by a church, talking about "sucking a cock" and "pricks" and 
"cunts," but I'm no stranger to sex and sex talk. I had my first affair when 
I was sixteen; in fact, it was Jerry who taught me all those words and it 
was with him that I learned to thrill to their erotic power. Even now, to 
myself, I use the plain Anglo-Saxon terms when I think about sex, seldom 
though that is, I hope. I had another affair when I was in college and then 
a third two years after graduating; both of those men were extremely 
sophisticated lovers and introduced me to virtually every form of fucking 
known to mankind. 

Neither affair had worked out, however, and I had accustomed myself to the 
idea of spinsterhood. My job was satisfying, if demanding at times, and 
while I still hadn't learned how to quell the fires that occasionally burned 
in my cunt I had learned a few ways of quenching them without having to call 
on anyone for help. Sure, it distressed me to know that I could still have 
those "flareups," as I called them, but I honestly believed that I was 
getting better at controlling my emotions. 

Nothing had prepared me to resist the frantic, abandoned scene which I 
witnessed that morning, however. I was about fifty feet from them when I 
stopped, paralyzed by the entrancing sight, and the few details which I 
could not see I could readily imagine. Paul, the fellow I'd had the affair 
with after getting out of college, had been wild about seeing every detail 
of our lovemaking and had interested me in it too. Together we'd worked out 
a series of positions and had placed mirrors around our bed which allowed us 
to see everything we were doing. Thus I didn't have to see the blonde's lips 
curling around Terry's cock, or to see Chuck's prick slashing into the 
girl's pussy, to have a very clear picture of exactly how it all fitted 
together-I could still remember seeing myself doing exactly the same things 
with Paul! 

Suddenly the trio broke apart. Chuck lay back on the sleeping bag, which 
they were using to protect their naked flesh from the pine needles, and the 
blonde straddled him, facing his feet, and guided her mouth down onto his 
cock for a moment. Even at that distance I could easily see the wetness of 
the big tool, and it was a generously proportioned monster; evidently she 
was highly excited and her wet cunt had spread a thick coating of the 
lover's salve over his rod. After a moment Terry lay down on the bag and she 
got over him, facing his feet and squatting over his loins. I was petrified 
at the size of the prick rising up from that impish youngster's belly-it was 
positively obscene in its distended length and girth-but the blonde guided 
it up into her cunt and sheathed it without the least sign of discomfort. 
Rather, she exclaimed with delight at being spread to the utmost and soon 
she was bouncing around and whipping her hips back and forth with as much 
gusto as anyone could wish for. Chuck got to his feet and stood in front of 
her, dangling his own big prick into her mouth. 

Despite my horror at witnessing the depraved scene, a part of me went out in 
sympathy to the blonde. Paul had taught me to love sucking his cock after he 
had fucked me nearly blind; at first, the idea of taking his prick into my 
mouth, when it was dripping with his come and mine too, had disgusted me but 
the more I thought about it the more I wanted to try it. And when I finally 
made the big plunge, the taste of his hot, cunt-moistened prick simply 
overwhelmed me with love and sensuality. The blonde was a lot younger than I 
was when I had learned that trick but she seemed to love it no less; she 
eagerly accepted the tool offered her and began sucking it with all the 
vigor anyone could want. 

Of course it affected me; a woman can't see all those wonderful sights 
without getting excited. Before I knew what was happening, my pussy had 
begun boiling and throbbing at a tremendous rate, growing hotter by the 
second, and I could feel the trickle of that cunt juice beginning to seep 
out and flood the crotch of my panties. I became acutely aware of my breasts 
too-they seemed to have doubled in size, especially in the nipple, and 
pressed against my bra with extra power-and of a storm rapidly building up 
inside my body. 

Most of all, I was conscious of being pulled apart at the seams. A part of 
me welcomed the sight, I've got to admit that, and responded to it with all 
the animal heat my body could muster. Another part, the one I'd been trying 
to encourage and build up, cried out in disgust at the sight and urged me to 
rush forward so that I could stop the three from going any further. The 
result of this conflict was that I did nothing whatever: I simply stood 
there and gaped, incidentally growing more and more affected by the sight. 

"Ooooohh, God, shake that ass!" Terry cried out, stiffening his lithe young 
body and throwing his cock into the blonde's cunt with mighty lunges that 
must have sent the head of his prick well into the mouth of her womb. "Get 
it going, Dianne; fuck that cock of mine and get it on!" 

She said nothing, having her mouth stuffed full of Chuck's prick, but she 
began fucking faster than ever. She had an extraordinary degree Of control 
over her hips and she ground herself down onto him with a power I would not 
have believed possible in a girl so young. There was no doubt that she 
thoroughly enjoyed having his cock in her cunt and that she wanted 
desperately to make his big balls give up their masculine venom. 

It was equally clear that she also loved the taste and feel of Chuck's big 
prick. She was jacking him off with one hand as she sucked and her fist 
supplied stimulation to the parts which her lips and tongue could not reach. 
She used her other hand to stroke her clitoris and nipples as she writhed 
atop Terry. I watched them as long as I could, positively goggle-eyed at the 
sight. I don't know that I ever saw anything which affected me so strongly, 
certainly nothing at such a distance. Finally, when I felt that I would 
burst apart if I watched them another second, I turned away. That was when I 
received the second shock of the day. 

I gasped but the surprise had robbed my vocal cords of the cry that might 
otherwise have formed. Mark Cokes stood behind me, not three feet away; a 
sardonic smile played over his lips. I gaped dumbly, surprised not only to 
see him standing there but also by the fact that he was quite as naked as 
Chuck, Terry and the blonde girl. My eyes naturally went down to his hard, 
muscle-ribbed belly-he had a powerful physique, I noticed in spite of my 
shock-then to the huge, swollen prick that reared out of the patch of 
jet-black fur curled at the base of his belly. The tool was curved like a 
sword and seemed to radiate primitive animal power. I shrank back, unable to 
say a word. 

"No need to leave now," he murmured, "not when they're about to get off so 
well! Turn around and let's watch them work it on out!" 

He took my wrist in his powerful hand arid held me firmly, turning me so 
that I had to look at the trio in the clearing. The blonde girl still 
writhed above Terry, except that her movements were even quicker and jerkier 
now, and she still worked her face around Chuck's cock. Both Terry and Chuck 
were driving their tools into her at a furious pace and it was perfectly 
clear that they were nearing a climax. Chuck suddenly emitted a ferocious 
howl and lifted his weight up onto the balls of his feet, thrusting forward 
at the same time. I needed no hint to know what that meant: his balls, 
excited beyond their endurance, were discharging their pent-up emotion 
directly into the girl's hungry mouth! 

Terry now joined his partner in an uproarious ejaculation. He bounced his 
hips off the sleeping bag and shoved deep into the girl, grunting and 
muttering incoherent curses as he did so. I could see the muscles rippling 
in his slender body as he forced the come out. My own cunt throbbed 
powerfully, and for a second I was afraid that I might lose my self-control 
and have a climax of my own, simply by watching them shudder with such 
strenuous joy. 

"Yeah, they're flooding her," Mark whispered into my ear. "And she's loving 
every minute of it too! That's Dianne-she's from Camp Lenatchee and if you 
don't believe she's ready for some sucking and fucking, you'd better think 
again!" 

By putting it so brutally and directly, he managed in making my own 
condition all that much the worse. It is exciting to utter the words within 
my own mind but it is even more effective when I hear them from the mouth of 
a man. I closed my eyes and reeled, momentarily overcome with weakness, and 
wondered if I were going to pass out. I survived the moment of giddiness, 
however, and managed to stay on my feet. 

I saw Chuck step back from the girl, his prick already wilting slightly; she 
smiled and said something to him that brought a grin to his broad, handsome 
face. She lifted herself off Terry, pausing above him for a moment-it struck 
me that the removal of his cock must have allowed the sperm to gush from her 
cunt; I well remembered the free way it could flow out once the man had 
pulled his "stopper" out of me-and then turned around. She knelt beside him 
and lavished kisses upon his prick, nuzzling him with a hungry insistence 
which made it amply clear that she loved the taste of a well-fucked cock. 

"Want to go down and join them?" Mark murmured into my ear. "They'd be glad 
to have some company. And I guess Dianne hasn't worked out all the horniness 
in them, in case you'd like to help her out!" 

"No!" I gasped at once, flushing hotly. "What are you thinking about? I 
couldn't go down there when they're ... like that!" 

A renewed sense of my duty came over me, though that only made matters far 
worse. I realized that I was serving Pastor Bockhaus poorly, in seeming to 
condone his son's scandalous behavior with the girl, but I also realized 
that I would be able to say or do very little that would make him change his 
ways. Terry's sly independence, quite apart from the fact that I could not 
be there every day, was enough to insure that he would do exactly as he 
pleased. 

"Oh, so you think it's all right, then, if we bring some girls over from 
Camp Lenatchee," Mark suggested. "You know, to brighten up the atmosphere?" 

"Certainly not!" I hissed, not even noticing that he was pulling me away 
from the clearing and leading me deeper into the bushes. "I don't mean 
anything of the sort! But ... ooohh, I don't know what to do!" 

I stumbled along beside him, only too glad to get away from the distressing 
scene in the clearing. After a few minutes I became aware that he was 
leading me well away from the trail going back to my own camp. I was still 
too upset to protest, however, and I meekly followed him. When we were well 
away from Chuck, Terry and Dianne, he led me into a small clearing and 
stopped there. Before I knew what was happening he had folded me in his arms 
and fastened his lips to mine. The insidious power of his lips, together 
with the insistent way his tongue played over my lips, caused my head to 
reel again, though for quite a different reason this time. I could also feel 
his stiff prick, laid across my belly like a bar of hot steel; it too sent 
unusual sensations flickering over my flesh. Within a few seconds I felt my 
pussy throbbing harder than ever. My nipples ached as he pressed me against 
his hard chest; in spite of myself I rubbed them against him and shuddered 
as my breasts burst into a flood of sensual life. 

Still keeping his lips fastened over mine-his tongue was now deep inside my 
mouth, sparking off a flurry of violent reactions within my body-he reached 
down to unfasten my shorts. I tried to summon up the will power I needed to 
struggle against him but it was as if my very bones had turned to putty and 
my mind had become a sodden, molten bowl of jelly-I couldn't make myself 
resist his advances. He quickly pulled my shorts down around my ankles and 
then stripped my panties off. My T-shirt and bra went next and then I was as 
naked as he was. A portion Of my mind still rebelled against this impudent 
assault but it lacked the resolution needed to stiffen my resistance. 

"I knew I was right," he muttered as he dropped to his knees and began 
kissing my belly and the upper part of my thighs. "You're as hot as a 
firecracker right now! Mmmmmm, rub that thing over my mouth! Feed it to me!" 

His lips had set off a chain reaction in my cunt and I felt myself actually 
wanting to help him in his insidious plan! That surprised me quite as much 
as his forwardness; I'd honestly thought that I could control my emotions 
better than that. It wasn't just that my nipples were aching or that my 
pussy was flooding with that warm, slippery juice which flowed so readily 
from the depths of my cunt; it was more a matter of wanting to have him, to 
open myself up to that monstrous cock of his! 

But first, however, he wanted to eat my pussy. 

The little devil, he couldn't have picked a better way of ensuring that I'd 
become even more pliant in his hands. I've always been extremely responsive 
to a man's lips, no matter what part of my body they might be touching, but 
when I felt a man begin kissing my pussy I became possessed by devils. The 
feel of a tongue sliding up and down my slit, spreading my pussy lips wide 
and probing suggestively at the rim of my cunt, or perhaps gliding over my 
clitoris, has always made me absolutely raving mad for a cock. This time was 
no different. 

I must give Mark credit for being a masterly pussy licker. He knew exactly 
how to heighten my desire, how to make my clitoris even more vibrantly alive 
and stiff with lusty fervor; he could tease me with his tongue and make me 
hunger for something bigger and harder. My brain, or that part of it which 
retained a morsel of sanity, shrieked out in dismay at the way his tongue 
excited me but the rest of me wanted more and more of that delirious treat. 
I began working my hips back and forth, gently and suggestively, and rubbed 
my pussy over his mouth with devastating results. 

When he pulled his face back from my pussy and looked up at me I suppose I 
would have done anything he suggested, I was that far gone. The long period 
that I'd gone without having sex had made me even hornier, I now realized; 
I'd once imagined that I was learning to overcome my body's demands but now 
I saw that I'd only learned how to ignore them. They were stronger than ever 
and I knew that nothing would satisfy me until I felt his stiff prick prying 
open the interior of my cunt. 

He stood up and moved closer to me, moving his cock between my thighs as we 
stood together. I shivered as the big cock passed between my legs and 
snuggled up against my pussy, then closed my legs together. He felt huge 
when I held his cock between my thighs and I could not keep my hips from 
moving forward and backward, so that the lips of my pussy slid along the top 
of the big shaft. The friction made me hungrier than ever for him and thus, 
when he flexed his knees and lowered himself, preparing to launch the meaty 
bolt up into my cunt, I was readier than ever. 

I'm a tall woman-five-foot-nine-and he was only an inch or so taller than I, 
but we couldn't find the recipe for getting his cock in me that way. Finally 
I lifted my right leg. He caught me under the knee with his left forearm, 
holding the leg up out of the way, and then got his prick aimed into the 
mouth of my cunf. I'd done it this way with Paul once-the memory of that 
furious, all-out fuck made me readier for Mark to go in me-and preferred it 
to being laid down upon the gravel and pine needles of the clearing. 

"AGGHHH! OOOOOHH!" I groaned when I felt his prong dilate the mouth of my 
cunt and slip inside the wet, tense opening. "ANNNGGGHH-OWWWWW!" 

I must've started coming almost immediately; I felt him going in and then 
something burst inside my belly, releasing a perfect flood of mighty throbs 
of pure pleasure. The come rolled over my body in great, crashing waves that 
left me hanging on him limp and breathless. He had lowered my right leg, 
once he was securely up my cunt, and it was a good thing, since I doubt that 
my left leg had enough strength in it to support me, once I'd begun coming. 
My spasms caused me to writhe against him in anguish and of course my 
convulsive jerking made his cock move around inside my cunt, thereby making 
the sensations even more violent. He barely moved, except to press more and 
more of the huge cock into my cunt; my own twitching jerks provided all the 
fucking motion we needed. 

"Aiiieee!" I whimpered. "Ooooohh, you're killing me!" 

He said nothing but I could tell from the way he grabbed the cheeks of my 
ass and held me tightly against him that he was enjoying it almost as much 
as I was. My climax merged into a second and then a third mounted within my 
cunt. Each was stronger and more pervasive than the one before it until 
finally I felt that my entire body, even the hair dangling over my 
shoulders, was alive with orgiastic triumph. All those sensations, however, 
were as nothing compared to what I felt when he took the bit between his 
teeth and began to drive his cock in and out of my cunt with a furious 
intensity. 

"Ugghhh!" he grunted. "I'm getting it, I can feel it! Ahhhhh!" 

Even though I was drunk and half-unconscious with sexual feeling I still had 
my wits about me enough to know what he was preparing to do. I fucked back 
and forth as best I could in my weak, dazed condition and then I felt him 
strike home. His pelvic bone rammed up against mine, almost crushing my 
clitoris and flattening the lips of my pussy. I could feel every hair on his 
loins, it seemed, as they merged with mine and scraped into the tender, 
aroused flesh. Then he gave one final grunt and plunged into me once more, 
nearly lifting me off the ground in his fury. 

"AHHHH! OOOOOOOHH!" I moaned, feeling his cock begin to jump about within my 
wet, tender sheath. "UNNGGGHH, YOU'RE CUMING! SHOOT, SHOOT IT NOW!" 

The fury of his climax took me by complete surprise. I'd forgotten how 
powerfully a young man can ejaculate, how long his cock can go on twitching 
and spitting out that lovely, sticky, warm cream. It seemed that something 
living and brutally strong had been unleashed within my cunt as his cock 
began spurting. The first, especially strong jets seemed almost to rip a 
hole in my cunt; I could feel the liquid fire drenching every part of my 
cunt and flooding up into my womb. Never before had I felt a man's 
ejaculation with such completeness. His cock seemed to swell up to twice or 
three times its already-huge diameter when it spat out those bursts of fiery 
lust and each drop sent additional shudders of fleshly delight coursing over 
my battered body. 

He continued fucking me for a long time after he had shot his load that 
time. Perhaps he hoped that he could come again, even though his climax had 
been a prodigious one, or perhaps he wanted to feel me come again. If his 
hope was the latter, he worked in vain, as I could've told him; my cunt and 
pussy had lost all semblance of feeling by that time. It was as though his 
prick had been shooting novocain rather than love cream into me. Finally he 
tired of his work and stepped back abruptly, without saying a word. I swayed 
upon weak legs but managed to hold myself upright as he looked at me. There 
was a savage, wild light in his eyes which I couldn't decipher. After 
looking at me for a moment, he abruptly turned and walked out of the 
clearing. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Naturally I resented being left alone like that but what was there to do? 
Mark had disappeared into the bushes, moving like a shadow, and for a moment 
I could almost have thought that no one had ever been there. The warm 
trickle of cum from my cunt would have been enough to dispel that idea. I 
squatted down to allow the warm, sticky fluid to drip directly onto the 
ground and after a moment I wiped off my pussy, using my fingers. Man-cum 
has always intrigued me: I'm fascinated by the way it is at once sticky but 
also slippery, for example, and I've always loved seeing a cock at the 
moment of orgiastic completion. The way that stuff can squirt out always 
thrills me and I love holding a man in my hand when the supreme joy 
possesses him. 

I wiped the stuff off my thighs-they were coated with it; he had shot off at 
least a quart, it seemed-and ran my fingers over my pussy again. That felt 
good, since the post-orgasmic numbness was wearing off, and for a moment I 
was seriously tempted to play with myself for a longer period. I resisted 
that impulse and cleansed my hands as best I could by scrubbing them with 
dirt. Then I dressed and started making my way out of the clearing to which 
he had taken me. 

I'm a good woodsman, I've always believed, and it takes a lot to get me 
lost. Thus I found the main trail easily. There was no question of resuming 
my trip to Lone Falls Camp; what if Chuck and Terry, not to speak of Mark, 
were still there with that girl? How could I possibly face them, I asked 
myself, after the things I'd already seen and experienced that day? How, in 
particular, could I chastise Chuck and Terry for their abominable conduct 
when I'd been quite as depraved in my own? 

When I got back to camp my panties were sodden with the remainder of Mark's 
cum, which had seeped from my cunt as I had walked. The crotch of my shorts 
was damp but fortunately the stains were not noticeable. I quickly removed 
my clothing and washed it, then showered and made extra sure that I'd 
lathered away every trace of his exuberant discharge. I couldn't wash away 
the memory of his cock, however; I seemed to be able to recall every nuance 
of feeling with the most incredible totality. 

There was still the problem of the campsite and my responsibility for it. I 
owed it to Pastor Bockhaus to supervise the boys in their work, at least the 
part which he had hired them to do, and I couldn't shirk this duty. I would 
simply have to be firmer, I told myself, and to make sure that I kept a more 
resolute grip upon my emotions. I decided to go back the next day and to act 
as though nothing had happened. I'd attempt to brazen it out. 

Something had happened, though. Mark's prick had the most curious effect 
upon me, leaving me with a post-orgasmic glow that lasted for hours. Long 
after the effects of that frantic fucking session should have worn off I 
could still feel his cock inside me, almost as intensely as when it had 
actually been there, and I could also feel his hot sperm flooding over the 
sensitive membranes and bathing me with liquid, fiery lust. The more I tried 
to put those thoughts out of my mind the more intensely they haunted me. I 
spent a restless night and got very little sleep, though I managed to find 
the strength to avoid taking the most obvious step-I sternly refused to give 
in to the gnawing pressures and give myself relief with my fingers. 

Strangely enough, the more I fought to obliterate every memory of that 
disgusting session with Mark the more I remembered it. I berated myself 
bitterly for my weakness, reminding myself that I must set an example for 
the children at the camp who had been entrusted to my care, and these 
moments of self-accusation had some slight effect. Within a few moments 
after lecturing myself, however, I'd realize with a start that I was again 
reliving that moment of shuddering ecstasy with the impudent young man. 

When I set out the next morning for Lone Falls Camp I vowed at every step of 
the way that I was going to act as though nothing had happened, no matter 
how Mark might look at me. I realize now, of course, that by concentrating 
so hard on resisting him I only fastened my attention upon the reason for 
resisting him. That is, in determining to fight against the subliminal 
magnetic pull between his cock and my pussy, I was in effect fastening my 
attention all the more thoroughly upon just those organs: 

Dianne was nowhere to be seen when I arrived at the boys' camp that morning. 
They were all at work clearing brush away from the site we had picked for 
the main cluster of tents and I had to admit that, whatever else they had 
been doing, they had certainly made a considerable amount of progress in 
clearing the area. A number of large trees had been felled and trimmed; they 
had even dug up one of the stumps and covered over the marks of the 
excavation. Frankly, I was very surprised at the progress they had made and 
said as much, trying to make it sound as complimentary as I could. The boys 
basked in my praise and behaved themselves with the most perfect composure 
anyone could ask for. 

They were all wearing sneakers and cut-off jeans, nothing more, and after a 
few minutes I became acutely conscious of their naked torsos. They were all 
handsome young men, well-built and in top physical condition, and I suppose 
almost any female would have felt a few warning twitches at finding herself 
in the company of three such handsome specimens, all nearly nude. No one 
mentioned Dianne or the appalling events which had occurred the day before; 
you might have thought that we were all the most serious, upright group any 
church pastor could have hoped to have working for him. After complimenting 
them again on their work and settling upon plans for the next phase of the 
operation, I took my leave and started back to my own camp. 

Looking back on it, I'm positive that I didn't linger or dawdle anywhere 
upon leaving their camp. As far as I can remember I walked at the same 
steady pace I always used when out in the woods. Nevertheless, after I'd 
gone about a mile, I suddenly looked up and saw Mark standing in the trail 
in front of me. Again he was stark naked, except for his sneakers, and again 
that stupendous, spine-tingling cock of his had reared out like an angry, 
meaty spike! He watched me start with surprise, then pause in mid-step, 
paralyzed by the entrancing vision I beheld. I could feel my nipples and 
pussy growing at a furious pace and a dark, red fog of lusty emotion began 
gathering in my brain. 

"There's a little clearing up this way," he said after a moment. "I've got a 
pad and a blanket up there." 

With that he turned and moved off through the bushes, saying no more. When I 
put it that way, it will seem as though I willingly followed him, though I 
can honestly swear that nothing was farther from my mind. I can distinctly 
remember a feeling of shock when I felt my feet begin to move, taking me 
along the dim path he had followed; my mind told me not to do it but nothing 
I could do would stop my feet from moving of their own accord. T followed 
him and after about two hundred yards the trail broadened out into a small, 
rectangular opening. 

As he had said, there was a sleeping pad and a blanket spread on the 
sun-warmed turf. He lay upon it, having removed his sneakers, and watched me 
approach. I walked as though I were in a trance, though I was all-too-aware 
of his presence and especially of that huge prick that reared out from his 
loins. I advanced toward him and stood meekly at the side of the blanket. 

"You might as well get undressed," he said. "It wouldn't be any good with 
your clothes on." 

I looked down at him for a moment, stunned, and then had a momentary flash 
of good sense. I turned to flee the clearing and the awful temptation lying 
there before me. Of course, the effort was useless; he was quick as any cat 
and caught me before I'd even reached the trail. His powerful fingers 
clamped around my wrist and brought me to a quick halt. Once I was in his 
grasp, it seemed that all my resolution evaporated and I became a meek, 
humble slave to him. He led me back to the blanket and pad he had spread out 
and brought my hand down to touch his cock. I flinched when my fingers 
touched the hot, stiff flesh but then grasped it firmly. 

"That's the way," he murmured softly. "Just hold onto it and feel it for a 
minute. Let it grab you, that's good sense. Go on-skin it back, jack me off 
a little. It'll give you that good horny feeling!" 

I don't know how he knew where to attack me but somehow he had picked the 
weakest spot of all in my armor of self-protection. I've always loved 
holding a prick, ever since that first day that Jerry put my hand on his 
prick, and manipulating the skin covering the hard shaft. The sight of that 
loose skin rolling off a lavender-hued tip, gradually exposing more and more 
of the mushroom-shaped head, has always made my body shriek with lusty 
excitement and brought my senses to the utmost degree of arousal. 

My hand moved of its own accord and began pressing back upon the thick, hot 
cock. I saw the foreskin rolling back and felt my pussy throb more 
powerfully than ever. I was close enough to him that I could smell the scent 
of dried, stale sex upon him; the heated hard-on gave the odor a special 
piquancy and made it stronger than it would otherwise have been. I stripped 
the foreskin off the head and pressed it all the way back until the head 
bulged out like a lewd, obscene toadstool sitting upon an immense, fleshy 
stalk. 

"Fuck me with your fist!" he murmured, smiling as though he knew exactly how 
his words would strike into the depths of my heart and make me even readier 
to follow his perverted instructions. 

I shuddered and did as he said, though a small voice inside my brain kept 
warning me that I mustn't cooperate with him in any way. The urgency of that 
voice was as nothing when compared to the ferocious longing that had seized 
my loins in a vise-like grip. I could no more have made my hand stop working 
along his cock than I could have stood on my head! I watched the pink skin 
glide down over the tip of his prick, covering it almost completely, and 
then recede, allowing that flaring tip to emerge in all its sensual glory. 

After a moment of that I was completely in his power. He saw that he had 
gained his point and he stepped back, pushing my hand away from his cock as 
he did so. He told me to undress myself and I began pulling off my shirt and 
bra, giving no thought to the enormity of the crime I was committing. If he 
wanted me naked, then naked I'd be-I could think of nothing but that. He lay 
on the blanket and watched; his dark eyes roamed over my body and warmed me 
even more. When I'd peeled off my panties and stepped out of them he 
motioned for me to turn around so that he could examine me completely; I 
found myself doing so and felt the lips of my pussy growing even bigger and 
more alive with feeling as I displayed myself to him. I could see that he 
liked my figure-as well he might; if I say it myself, there aren't many 
women, and certainly none 'aged thirty-three, who have a better figure than 
me-and that it excited him to see me stark naked. I turned back to him, 
facing him, and spread my legs wide apart. I felt a compelling urge to show 
him my pussy, to allow him to look into every part of that overheated, 
ultra-tender slit, and I even went so far as to spread the lips wide apart 
with my fingers. 

"Get down here and suck me for a while," he ordered after a moment. "Let's 
see how well you can eat cock!" 

Again I meekly obeyed his command. He could have told me to do anything, I 
truly believe, and I'd have done it. I was that far gone along the way 
toward sexual oblivion. I knelt between his legs and bent over his huge 
cock; again the scent of past sexual encounters assailed my senses and made 
me wild with the desire to have him in every possible way. I lifted the big 
rod gently, tilting it to a vertical angle, and then popped my mouth over 
it. It was so big that I could take it into my lips only with some 
difficulty but the reward for doing so was even more incredibly stimulating 
than I'd ever have believed. 

The satiny softness of his prick's head glided easily against my tongue and 
I began licking him with long, powerful strokes. My tongue seemed to have 
developed a mind and will of its own. I forced my mouth far down the shaft 
of his cock, going further and further until it felt that the head of his 
cock was halfway down my throat, and then began moving my head around him 
just as Paul had taught me to do. I'd learned to love sucking that man's 
cock, even to relish the feel and flavor of his come splashing into my 
mouth, and I found that that love had never died at all. 

"How do you like it?" he asked. "That's your own cum on it, you know; yours 
and Dianne's too! Yeah, after you left I went back to the camp and got it on 
with her. God, she went wild when I fucked her with your cum still on my 
cock; it really turned her on!" 

Strangely enough, the news didn't sicken me, as you might have expected. If 
anything I felt another twitch of erotic fervor when I learned that his cock 
had been in Dianne's cunt after it had pleasured mine so strenuously. 
Ordinarily I would have been disgusted at the thought of sucking any man, 
much less one who had been in another woman but now I only sucked him all 
the harder. That, I suppose, could be taken as a mark of just how lewd and 
abandoned I had become. 

The longer his cock stayed in my mouth the more excited I became. I honestly 
believe that I'd have had an orgasm then and there, without even touching my 
painfully swollen pussy, if I'd continued working my lips and tongue around 
that huge cock. Never had I felt anything so intoxicating! After a few 
minutes of this, however, he told me to stop and to mount him. At first I 
attempted to straddle his loins, hoping to guide that immense cock up into 
my cunt, but it developed that he wanted me to feed my pussy to him! 

Naturally I made the change, since I remembered only too well the fantastic 
sensations which had flowed through my pussy and cunt when he had eaten me 
the day before. I got over him as he requested and fitted my opened loins 
down over his face. If he had done a superb job on me the day before, then 
there are no words to describe the way he licked, sucked, tongued, chewed 
and ate my pussy now! His lips went absolutely wild, touching me everywhere, 
and his tongue played over my excited flesh like a wild thing. I shuddered 
when I first realized what he was doing, but he even tongued my ass-hole! No 
man had ever so much as touched me there and now he was busily working his 
tongue over that tight little opening, probing it and making me feel 
sensations I'd never known before. 

"Ah, you've got a sensitive ass-hole too!" he murmured, drawing his face 
away for a moment. "That's nice to know but right now I want to get some cum 
out of you! Let it go, let it go right in my mouth!" 

His words excited me almost as much as his tongue had done and, when he 
again touched his lips to my swollen clitoris, I felt the powerful emotion 
surge up within me and then boil over. I ground my pussy against his face in 
a wild, heated flurry of movement and felt his tongue go darting into the 
mouth of my cunt, lapping hungrily at the hot, sensual oils which my climax 
had released. 

"Aiieee! Ooooohh!" I wailed, jerking back and forth on him as the mighty 
waves of pleasure crashed through my body. "Anngghh-owwwww!" 

Mark continued sucking harder than ever, as though my first come made him 
more anxious than ever to suck me off to completion. His big hands clamped 
down over my hips and held me in place. I could feel my cunt tightening up 
again and then exploding with renewed power, pouring out another massive 
jolt of orgiastic delight into his mouth, and then he made me come a third 
time. It was as though he could not get enough of having me that way; I must 
admit that I wholeheartedly relished the idea too and cooperated fully with 
him. 

After my third climax he slipped out from under me and approached me from 
the rear, intending to bury his prick in my cunt, dog-fashion. I halted him 
momentarily, turning upon one heel to kiss his full, wet lips; the sight of 
my cum smeared over his lovely face warmed my heart and I desperately wanted 
to taste my cunt on his mouth. The moist, musky essence of feminine sexual 
excess again inflamed my senses with desire and after a moment I gladly 
dropped down onto my hands and knees to present myself to him. 

Never having been fucked in this position before, I was uncertain what to 
do. I quickly learned, though, and he bellied up to me and guided his cock 
into place. The kneeling posture seemed to draw the mouth of my cunt up into 
a smaller space and I felt his cock better than ever. It seemed that he was 
far larger than he had been the day before, though I knew that this was 
impossible, and for a moment I wondered if perhaps he would tear me apart in 
his rage to penetrate the hole. He succeeded, however, and then I felt that 
wonderful, unspeakable fullness as he plunged into my cunt. His cock felt 
like a hot sword as it sliced into me, searing and burning its way deeper 
and deeper; he sheathed almost all that huge tool at once. 

I shrieked out as I felt myself being invaded and stretched to the breaking 
point. His balls swung forward, brushing against my clitoris-the inward 
thrust of his cock had pushed the pussy lips inward, bringing the clitoris 
at its apex all the nearer to the base of his prick-and bringing another 
gasp of strangled, agonized, painful joy to my lips. Mark held my hips 
firmly in his hands and began fucking me with long, swiveling strokes. Again 
and again he plunged into me, thrusting deep and then withdrawing so that 
the very head of his prick was again resting in the mouth of my cunt. My 
excitement had generated enough of that cunty lubricant to ensure an easy 
passage for him but still I felt him as I'd never before felt a man. He 
seemed to be a good three inches deeper than any man had ever been before; 
it wasn't until later that I discovered that being fucked dog-fashion allows 
a woman to feel a man's prick to the utmost. 

He fucked faster and faster and I began throwing my hips from side to side 
as he skewered in and out of me. By doing this, I made his cock probe into 
all the nooks and. crannies of my cunt, rubbing over all of them, and the 
added pleasure this gave me became so intense that I wondered how I could 
stand it any longer. Then, just as I felt that I was about to pass out from 
sheer sexual joy, he began to cum. He might have fucked Dianne, as he said, 
but it had done nothing to diminish the bull-like power of his balls. They 
gave every indication of being packed as tightly with hot sperm as the day 
before and the hot cream came gushing out of his cock at a furious clip. The 
spasms sent me into another flurry of orgiastic delirium and I began to come 
too. My cunt clipped and grabbed at his cock, as it sometimes does when I am 
being excited to the utmost, and attempted to squeeze even more of that 
delicious hot cream from the big rod. 

Of course, I came again when I felt his prick blasting off those incredibly 
strong jets of steaming juice. The convulsive spasms spread quickly over my 
body, entirely overcoming me so that I'd have fallen into a limp heap had he 
not been holding me by the hips, and lasted for several minutes. Eventually 
they tapered off, of course, and left me with the most delicious feeling of 
sexual fulfillment. More than ever before, I felt that I'd helped a man 
reach the highest peaks of sexual pleasure and of course I knew that I'd 
ventured into areas of delight which few women ever experience.- 

When Mark released me and gently lowered me to the blanket I lay there, weak 
and breathless, as he moved around and dangled his cock in front of my lips. 
Ropy garlands of cream hung from it and the entire tool was coated with our 
cum. I accepted it, though I could hardly move; the exciting taste of hot, 
fresh cum was enough to put new life into my weary body and I began sucking 
him in a more animated fashion. For a moment I thought perhaps he was 
actually going to come again-the prospect of having him shoot off in my 
mouth again made me suck infinitely harder!-but I was wrong; he had 
exhausted his balls with that mighty flood of cum he had shot into my cunt. 
When it became clear that I could get no more of that salty love-brew out of 
him, he got off the blanket and left. 

"Come back day after tomorrow," he said, pausing at the edge of the clearing 
and turning slightly toward me. "I'll keep my prick out of Dianne till then; 
you'll be able to suck me off right then!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The warm, comfortable feeling, which enveloped my body after Mark had pulled 
his big cock from my cunt and left, stayed with me longer this time, leading 
me to wonder if perhaps I wasn't becoming somewhat addicted to that fierce, 
all-pervading pleasure he could give me so well. Again I luxuriated in the 
feeling of his come seeping from the mouth of my cunt and I cupped my hand 
over the soft, furry mound so that it ran over my fingers. I took a very 
real and extremely sensual delight in bathing my fingers in that flood of 
hot, sticky love cream and I found myself rubbing it over all of my 
midsection. I even lifted my hand to daub a generous coating of the cream 
over my nipples; it gave me a curious pleasure to see them bright and 
glistening with the concentrated essence of his balls. The sight affected me 
so deeply that I even lifted one of the big globes to my lips; by straining 
my neck to the utmost I could suck my own nipple-in my most agitated 
moments, when masturbating, I have sometimes done that to myself and have 
always found it sexier than words could possibly describe-and taste of his 
salty cum. The taste affected me quite as much as the feel of my lips and 
tongue against my nipple and I discovered that I'd teased myself into a 
state of sexual arousal so extreme that I couldn't help what I did next. I 
fell back onto the blanket, clutching my pussy and shuddering with powerful 
waves of ecstasy as my fingers worked their way deeper into my cunt. 

Wordless cries of ecstasy forced their way out of my throat as I felt my 
womb being tortured into a state of total arousal by my desire. I thrust 
both index fingers into the mouth of my cunt and pried at the opening; the 
feeling of being stretched to the utmost made me quiver uncontrollably and I 
fucked into my hands with quick, jerky strokes. My thumbs came together over 
my bulging clitoris and massaged that throbbing cone of sexual feeling. More 
of Mark's hot cum ran out of my cunt once I'd opened it with my fingers; I 
could feel the thick cream running over my fingers and seeping down into the 
crack of my ass. An incredibly sensual feeling came over me and I wanted 
sexual pleasure in the most degrading, perverted forms possible. If Mark had 
come upon me at that moment I am certain that I'd have attacked him and 
forced him to do things to me so bizarre and unusual that I hadn't even 
dared think of them before. 

Being so highly aroused, it is no wonder that I began coming very soon after 
pushing my fingers into my cunt. The waves of joy poured out of my womb, 
running through my cunt and concentrating in my clit, which acted as a 
funnel and also as a sort of sexual intensifier, making the orgasmic surges 
immensely more powerful. From the clitoris they rapidly spread over my body 
and soon I felt as though I were coming from the top of my scalp to the 
eiids of my toes. Again and again the jolting waves of pleasure coursed 
through my body until they peaked with shattering force. I gave a weak, 
whimpering cry and fell back on the blanket Mark had left there, utterly 
spent and trembling with nervous exhaustion. 

It took a supreme effort of my will to get me up and moving. I managed to 
dress, though it was a halfhearted job, and began wearily plodding back to 
the main camp. I could barely force my legs to thrust ahead and by the time 
I arrived I was so weak I had to stop at the edge of the campground and 
rest. Had any sexually experienced camper seen me at that moment, I am 
positive I'd have been easily recognized as a thoroughly fucked woman. I 
felt as though I were at least a hundred years old, though the contented 
aura of sexual satisfaction still remained very real and present with me. 

A small crisis had developed a moment after I'd sat down to rest and, after 
trying to ignore the outburst for a few minutes, I dragged myself over to 
see what could be done. That task accomplished, I found another that needed 
doing and so it went, one thing after another, for the rest of the day. I 
barely had time to consider my tired, aching body, much less to wash off, 
and thus when I went to bed that night I discovered a ripe, pungent odor of 
passionate sexuality wafting up from my pussy when I finally pulled my 
panties off. They were soaked with that heady mixture of pussy drip and male 
cum, naturally, and the combined fluids had ripened to a fine degree of 
headiness. My brain reeled when I sniffed of them-they were absolutely 
sexual. 

I'd originally intended braving the shower room and the certainty of a cold 
shower but, made reckless by the scent of my earlier misdeed, I put the 
thought out of my mind. Instead of showering and freshening myself, I 
slipped naked between the sheets of my cot, clutching my panties to my face 
and deliberately exciting myself by inhaling deeply of the leftover sex. All 
my cares of the day slipped away as the odor of hot, mindless fucking 
inflamed my brain with desire. I clutched the panties to my nose with one 
hand, slipped the other between my thighs and lay face down on the cot. This 
posture allowed me to clench my hips and fuck into my hand, something that I 
found attractive in the extreme, and also allowed me to rub my overheated, 
supremely sensitive nipples into the sheet as well. Thus I worked myself 
into my third climax of the day, or, perhaps I should say, into the third 
group of climaxes; the truth is, I was so excited that I experienced several 
of those marvelously stirring flashes of sexual exhilaration in succession. 
They mounted in intensity, swelling to a crescendo of frantic lust, and when 
the last flicker of joy died out within my cunt I again felt that exquisite 
sense of completeness which I'd earlier felt with Mark. 

The following morning I awoke in a different frame of mind. My first 
conscious thought upon awakening was of my own shameful behavior the day 
before. One thing which forced this realization home upon me was the 
deplorable condition of my cunt. Mark's love cream had dried on my slit 
during the night and it made the lips of my pussy itch in a most fearful 
way. Reaching down to relieve that bothersome itch, I discovered that the 
lips were sealed together; his jism had dried like glue and had, in a sense, 
welded the lips of my pussy firmly together. I had a difficult time for a 
moment when I pried them apart but I managed to get the job accomplished. 
Miraculously enough, I did it without exciting myself-this was probably 
because I was giving myself a firm lecture about my waywardness and making 
devout resolutions that I was going to spare no effort toward gaining a more 
complete control over my body's responses. 

The scent which arose from between my thighs was even more overpowering in 
its sexuality that morning. I started for the shower room, determined to rid 
my body of that telltale scent, and then stopped even before leaving the 
tent. If the odor was so offensive to me, I reasoned-and, at that moment, I 
am perfectly sure, I really thought it was offensive-then surely it would 
repel Mark too when I visited the boys' camp again. I couldn't conceive of 
anyone wanting to have anything to do with a woman who reeked so strongly of 
stale sex and thus I deliberately avoided applying any water to the area 
between my legs. 

I discovered just how wrong I was when I appeared at their camp on the 
second day. At first I'd intended not making the visit, more to show young 
Mark that I wasn't about to obey his whimsical commands, but then it 
occurred to me that I could make my point even more effectively by appearing 
at their camp and ignoring him altogether. How little I knew myself, even 
then! And how little I knew him too! 

I left the main camp full of good resolutions and firmly convinced of my 
ability to withstand whatever temptation he might dangle in front of me. I 
can laugh at myself now when I look back to that morning and remember the 
bold, jaunty way I set out, so sure of myself and of my ability to control 
my emotions. My confidence held firm all' the way to the other camp, though 
now I wonder if perhaps I wasn't merely doing an extra good job of fooling 
myself. Certainly my behavior at the camp, once I'd reached it, varied 
tremendously from what I'd expected of myself. 

The boys were hard at work when I arrived and I could see that they had made 
considerable progress since I'd last examined the campsite. A larger area 
had been cleared, several trees had been felled and trimmed, the logs being 
stacked neatly to one side of the clearing, and the woods were ringing with 
the sounds of their busy axes. Mark gave me a brief, inscrutable look when I 
walked into the clearing and then went on with his work. Terry and Chuck 
laid aside their axes and took me around the area, pointing out the parts 
they intended working on next, and I saw that they had really been devoting 
a considerable amount of thought to the project. Perhaps I was estimating 
them wrongly, I told myself; they certainly gave every indication of being 
much more serious about the project than I'd believed. 

"That looks very good," I told them, "and I like your plans, too. The way 
you're going, this site will be ready a lot quicker than anyone expected." 

"That's because we're working at a sensible rate," Terry told me, giving me 
a curious little smile which, had I only known it, meant disaster for me and 
my fondly held hopes of controlling my emotions. "We work hard for a while 
but then we take a break and rest up for the next round of work. In fact, 
we're just about ready now to take a break. Why don't you stay around 
awhile? Dianne's coming over to help us enjoy it; you could help too!" 

I recoiled, taken aback at the knowing, insolent way he looked at me. His 
dark, sparkling eyes seemed to strip the clothes from my body. I could tell 
from the expression on his handsome young face that he knew I had spied on 
them earlier, that I'd witnessed the shameful way Dianne had behaved herself 
with them; I struggled to find a way of putting him down satisfactorily but 
before I could do so Chuck walked up beside me and seized my arms in a firm 
grip. His fingers went around my wrists, not hard enough to hurt but firmly 
enough that I knew he meant business. Mark also came toward me and my heart 
sank when I saw the grim, determined look on his face. It was abundantly 
clear that they weren't going to allow me to walk away from their camp 
unfucked. 

"Looks like we're going to have to teach you that same old lesson all over 
again," Mark fold me as he came to a halt in front of me and began 
unfastening the front of his cutoff jeans. "You just won't face up to how 
horny you really are, will you? You just can't see that your cunt's dying 
for more fucking!" 

His words struck cold terror in my mind, but they also raised a flurry of a 
warmer, much more physical reaction within my heart. A surge of anticipation 
spread from my heart out to my nipples, infusing them with warm life, and 
then darting down to my cunt, where it attacked my clit and the lips of my 
pussy with a directness I could hardly believe. The sight of his cock, when 
he stepped out of his jeans, helped the latter reaction immensely; I 
couldn't help gasping softly when I again saw that utterly sensual rod in 
all its naked beauty. It was already half-hard and it dangled menacingly 
from his loins. The head swelled out the covering foreskin tautly and made 
it more exciting; the tool resembled a big, thick arrow. 

Chuck and Terry began fumbling with the button of my shorts and soon had 
them sliding down my thighs. I clenched my knees together too late to keep 
the shorts over my panties; the paralyzing effect of seeing Mark's heavy 
prick had kept me from reacting quickly to prevent myself from being 
half-stripped. I was even gladder than ever that I still kept to the 
old-fashioned ways and wore panties. Some of the older girls at camp, those 
in their mid-teens, flaunted the fact that they never wore underwear and at 
times I'd felt very old when I heard them talking. Amy Krueger, for example, 
told me flatly one day that she loved the feeling of her shorts digging into 
the lips of her pussy and that she chose extremely tight-fitting shorts, 
hoping that the crotch of the garment would slip between the folds of the 
slit and outline it more enticingly for the boys she knew. 

Mark laughed at my attempts to keep my knees together and my clothes in 
place. He came toward me and began caressing my flanks and hips. I shuddered 
as his finger tips ran over my flesh; he had a light, gentle touch that 
inflamed my senses far more than a stronger caress would ever have done. He 
was deliberately exciting me, I knew, but I could do nothing to prevent him 
from touching me wherever he chose. His fingers slipped down to my naked 
thighs and I had to concentrate fiercely to keep from involuntarily opening 
them for his questing touch. He avoided my panties and the flesh under them, 
not that his touch wasn't sufficiently inflammatory without nearing my 
pussy. I could feel the hot blood lust rising within my body, weakening my 
resolution with every beat of my thumping heart, and I knew that it wouldn't 
be very long before I collapsed entirely and succumbed to his will. 

"You don't want to run away, do you?" he murmured, continuing to play his 
maddening fingers over my flesh and making me want to cry out in 
frustration. "You probably want to take your clothes off yourself, don't 
you? Sure, you'd like to strip for us, to show off that body of yours! Hell, 
we don't get a chance to see boobs like yours every day and we sure don't 
get a chance to get our cocks sucked the way you can do it! Wow, and that 
pussy of yours! Just thinking about sliding my dick in that hole makes me 
hard all over!" 

"You can't be serious!" I groaned, trying to twist out of the boys' grip but 
failing. "I'm much too old for you; I'm nearly old enough to be your mother! 
And you don't want to do those things to me anyway; I ... I haven't washed 
myself since ... since you attacked me the other day!" 

"Huh? You mean that pussy of yours has been getting ripe with all that cum I 
shot off in you?" he asked, drawing back and looking at me in a way that 
informed me that I'd made a drastic mistake in telling him about the 
unwashed, overripe condition of my slit. "Wow, we've got a really hot one 
here, guys; I shot a damned good load up her hot cunt the other day and now 
she's getting hot again! Mmmmmm, you just know she's going to be the best 
eating ever!" 

I could hardly believe my ears but there was no mistaking the deadly serious 
tone of his voice; he meant every word of it. Chuck and Terry, too, found my 
statement highly invigorating and began tugging at my shirt, trying to get 
it over my head. Mark stopped them, assuring them that I'd soon undress for 
them and thus save them the effort. I blurted out a refusal to do anything 
of the sort, though even then I was beginning to suspect that the lad might 
well be right. He told them to hold my hands back and proceeded to excite me 
in a way that turned my supposedly firm resolution into hot, quivering 
jelly, just as my pussy turned into a similarly hot, throbbing mass of 
excited, man-hungry flesh. 

He stood directly in front of me and touched the tip of his cock to my 
thighs. As he ran the swelling head of that lovely fucking tool over the 
inner surfaces of my legs I felt my clit give a decided leap, threatening to 
jump off its moorings, and then the electric shocks of sexual joy began 
pulsing over my body harder than I'd ever felt them before. He moved closer 
to me and lifted the big shaft, which was growing harder by the minute; I 
watched it inch up to my pussy and could scarcely keep from crying out with 
eager joy. He teased me mercilessly, bringing the head of his cock so close 
to my bulging love mound and yet not touching it; I knew that I'd be able to 
feel its sensual power even through my panties and longed for that 
exhilarating touch. When the rod had grown out to its full length he 
inserted the tip between my thighs, aiming it up high so that it nudged 
against my feverish slit, and I gave a soft, whimpering moan of agonized 
sexual distress. He laughed at that; it seemed to give him a special kind of 
pleasure to torture me to the limits of my endurance. 

"Yeah, you're digging that," he murmured softly. "You really love to feel a 
cock up snug against your hole, don't you? It makes you think about how it's 
gonna feel when I really start shoving the meat into you, right?" 

"Ooooohh, stop, please!" I whispered weakly, knowing that there was not an 
ounce of conviction in my voice. "You don't know what you're doing to me!" 

That was exactly the problem: he knew only too well what he was doing and he 
took a great deal of wicked pleasure in doing it. I can now see that he was 
one of those men who especially delight in teasing a woman into a state of 
absolute sexual hunger, so that she will be only too willing to do whatever 
depraved act his ingenious mind might suggest, but at the time I hadn't so 
much as suspected that people like that even existed. He continued to rub 
his big prick against my pussy to arouse me even further. I felt his animal 
warmth seeping through my panties, infecting my body with his desire, and I 
knew that I wouldn't possibly survive the day without another application of 
his cock. No matter how he wanted me I'd have him, I knew that; the most 
depraved, perverted act imaginable would have been bliss to me at that 
moment. 

"There. She's in the right mood now," Mark said. "Let go of her-she'll be 
glad to-take her clothes off and give us a good show, won't you? And you'll 
even undress these guys, right? If they need to get their pricks stiffened 
up, you'll suck some life in them, huh?" 

It was only at that moment that I became fully aware of Chuck and Terry as 
sexual objects. For some strange reason I hadn't before considered fucking 
them; my attention had been focused solely upon Mark. Now, upon hearing his 
words, I realized that I was liable to be fucked by all of them! I was to be 
made the victim of a gang-bang, a term I'd heard used before only in a 
joking manner, but now there was to be no joke about it. At that moment I 
knew that all three of those boys were going to fuck me and, strangely, I 
found the prospect a thrilling one, though earlier I'd have been horrified 
at the very thought of such a deed. 

That only shows the extent to which Mark's strange power had affected me: he 
was able to make me want the most unimaginable things and to glory in them. 
When he stepped back, removing his cock from between my thighs, I wasted no 
time in removing the clothes from my body. Turning then to Chuck, I opened 
up the front of his jeans and slipped them down his thighs and then did the 
same for Terry. All of us were now as naked as we'd ever been. 

Terry's prick, that immense pussy-stretcher, was already as hard as a bar of 
iron and needed no attention from me. Chuck's cock, however, looked to be in 
need of attention and I proceeded to give it to him. Kneeling before him, I 
took his cock in my hand, grasping the shaft between the thumb and 
forefinger of my right hand; I cupped his heavy, dangling balls with my 
left. I forced the foreskin off the head of his prick and exposed the big, 
lavender-hued tip; once the skin was peeled back I could see a gray-white 
ring of stale come resting in the deep groove separating the head from the 
shaft. The cock had a rank, heady aroma that became stronger when the hot 
blood rushed into the shaft, infusing it with warmth and stiffening it; my 
brain reeled with frantic desire. Ordinarily I would've found such a cock 
disgusting in the extreme. Now, knowing that I was looking at the residue of 
his past fucks with Dianne, or whatever other little bitch he could find to 
spread her legs for him, I found it lustful in the extreme. 

"Yeah, he didn't wash it off last night after Dianne and Marcia left," Mark 
told me, noticing the way I was examining the tool. "That's their cum on 
there, along with some of his cream too. Go on and eat it-you'll like the 
taste, I bet!" 

I found my head inclining forward of its own volition. My lips went around 
the big head of his cock and my tongue closed upon the instrument. I found 
that the taste of yesterday's fucking had an immensely powerful effect upon 
me: it made me supremely aware of my pussy and of its throbbing, insistent 
desire to be spread wide open by exactly the sort of tool I held within my 
mouth at that very moment; it made me realize that I desperately wanted my 
own cunt to be covered with the hot spray from a man's gushing prick. 

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, working my face about his cock and digging my tongue 
hard into every part of its surface. 

I ran my tongue around the deep groove behind the head of his prick, 
collecting the greasy leftover come resting there; the stuff had an utterly 
sensual effect upon me and made me want to be fucked more than ever. I 
lavished kisses upon his big cock-it had grown out to its full size now and 
throbbed heatedly within my mouth with a hard, insistent beat-and sucked it 
as hard as I could. Feeling it grow and stiffen only made me want it all the 
more eagerly; I'd almost completely forgotten about Mark in my eagerness to 
serve the youth. 

"MMMM, GIVE IT TO ME!" I cried, tearing my mouth off his flesh and looking 
up at him in a beseeching fashion. "I WANT TO BE FUCKED; I WANT IT IN MY 
CUNT!" 

"That's the way to ask for it," Chuck told me, "but I've got other plans for 
you right now. I want to pop my nuts off in your mouth! But if you suck me 
off real good and swallow all that hot cum, we'll let you fuck one of the 
other guys, how's that? Isn't that generous?" 

I shuddered with excitement when he described his plans for me. I knew that 
sucking him to a climax would make my pussy even more painfully aroused and 
that I'd respond even more heatedly to whoever it was that finally speared 
the mouth of my cunt. While I'd have rather had the fuck then and there, I 
could tell that I was going to have to follow their orders or be left with 
nothing at all. My desire had already reached such an overwhelming peak of 
frantic intensity that I could do nothing except accede to their plans. Thus 
I put my mouth back over Chuck's cock and began sucking him again. 

My style didn't please him now, however. He instructed me to wet his cock 
with my saliva and to grasp him firmly with my fist; he wanted to fuck his 
prick into both my hand and my mouth at the same time. I was only too 
willing to follow his suggestion, especially since it promised a quick 
release for his own passions and thus shortening the time when I would feel 
a big cock spreading the mouth of my cunt wide and plowing deep into my 
body. I began sucking and jacking him off in the way he had specified and 
shortly felt his body begin quivering with expectancy. My left hand still 
cupped his big balls; the sac felt almost solid with lusty arousal and I 
knew that his balls would contain an immense load of that hot, salty cream 
that I wanted so much. 

Chuck did not allow me to finish what I'd begun. At the moment when I felt 
his body lurch into the final lap of his race toward sexual joy, he pulled 
away from me and directed me to hold my face still with my mouth open. He 
began jacking himself off, running his own fist up and down the length of 
his prick with lightning-fast strokes, and kept the flaring head of the tool 
aimed directly into my mouth. I shuddered with anxiety, knowing only too 
well what was coming next, and prayed that he would be able to bring himself 
to a speedy climax. I held my mouth ready and when he gave out with a low, 
quavering groan of delicious pleasure and thrust forward, almost touching 
the head of his cock to my lips, I knew that he was about to cum. 

The first spurting jet of his juice, hot with passion, spattered against my 
cheek, and the succeeding shots covered the rest of my face with his 
incredible pouring. After shooting off several hot rounds, he brought the 
tool between my lips again and shot the rest of it directly into my throat. 
At first the sight of his gushing cock had paralyzed me but when I felt it 
sliding into my mouth and covering my throat with that warm, thick cream I 
couldn't contain myself any longer. I have a shrill, whimpering cry of my 
own and began sucking him again. He released the hold he had fastened upon 
his prick to grasp my head and pulled me down onto the active rod; he began 
fucking into my mouth with short, choppy little thrusts, grunting 
ferociously each time his cock slid back and forth over my mouth. His cum 
flooded my mouth with big, strong bursts of masculine sexual fervor. For a 
moment I had difficulty in swallowing fast enough to keep that precious 
cream from dripping out of my mouth but I was determined that I'd have it 
all, every invigorating drop of cream. I succeeded in my goal and managed to 
take all of it, except, of course, for what he had shot onto my face; even 
that I managed to taste, since he pulled his prick from my mouth and swiped 
it over the strands of sperm running down my cheeks and then made me lick it 
off him. When he finally stepped away from me, grinning with pleasure, I 
felt exquisitely aroused and knew that my pussy would flame up into an 
inferno of lusty delight as soon as someone tried shoving a prick into me. 

I didn't have to wait for that incredible pleasure. Terry was there, a broad 
grin on his face, and he motioned for me to lie back on the grassy clearing. 
I did so, bringing my knees up high and spreading them wide, but then 
discovered that the little imp had plans of his own. Instead of giving me 
his cock at once, as I'd hoped, he bent over me and began licking my pussy! 
I could hardly believe it when he put his face between my thighs and touched 
the tip of his tongue to my swollen, dripping pussy. The scent of dried, 
warmed over sex only fired his lusts all the more and when I felt his tongue 
playing over my cut and gliding between those inflamed lips I couldn't 
contain myself any longer. I lurched up against him, jamming my slit into 
his face, and felt my insides being mauled by an orgasmic explosion of 
fearsome magnitude. 

"ANNNGGHH! OWWWWW!" I howled, shuddering from head to foot. "I'M COMING! 
OOOOOHH, YOU'RE SUCKING MY CUNT; YOU'RE LICKING THE CUM OUT OF MY CUNT!" 

He ate me with a solid relish that made my climax harder than I'd ever have 
believed possible. Feeling his tongue darting in and out of the mouth of my 
cunt, scraping over my clitoris and then returning again to the honey-rimmed 
hole leading up into my body, I could do nothing but cry out with hearty 
wails of sexual delight and thrust against him as hard as I could. I even 
felt his tongue glide over my ass-hole a few times; he was totally shameless 
and delighted in doing whatever brought a sexual response from me. like me, 
he found a sexual organ was even more lust-provoking when it carried the 
taste of yesterday's sex and he ate my pussy with a gusto which made my 
climax stronger than ever. 

Once he had sucked me through that first cum I felt my hunger for prick 
returning stronger than ever. I don't know if I'm peculiar in this respect, 
but being tongue-fucked has a strange effect upon me: I can cream with great 
force when a man is licking my pussy but no matter how violently the 
orgasmic waves flow through my body, I'm always left wanting to be fucked 
more than ever. The application of a tongue to my slit seems to leave it in 
a cramped, congested state which can be eased only by the application of a 
long, stiff rod and thus I felt hornier when he rose from between my thighs 
and turned to face me. I could see the wetness on his lips and, knowing that 
his mouth would taste of my own hot cunt, I felt a ferociously strong desire 
to kiss him as he guided his prick up into the innermost parts of my body. 
His tool swelled out to an enormous length and I knew that it would provide 
me with just the sensations I most wanted. 

Just as he was settling between my thighs and bringing the head of his cock 
up into place, aiming it between the lips of my pussy, we were interrupted 
by a squeal of excited interest. I twisted about on the grass and looked 
toward the direction of the sound; my heart leaped into my mouth when I saw 
Dianne approaching. She bounded across the clearing toward us and came to a 
halt just beside me, looking down with the utmost interest. 

"This is Ann Gooden," Mark told her. "She's supposed to be in charge here." 

"Yeah, and it looks like she's going to charge up Terry's batteries for 
him!" the girl said. "Wow, she's really turned on! You'd better give it to 
her good, Terry; I'll bet she can take everything you've got to offer and 
then some!" 

"She's the one I was telling you about before," Chuck added. "The one some 
of us thought was so hung up? Man, you oughtta seen her going down on my 
prick a while ago! She was eating dick like it was going out of style! And 
talk about lapping the cum, you'd have thought I was shooting out honey!" 

"Hey, surprises come in all kinds of packages!" Dianne exclaimed. "But I 
never thought she'd be that hot for it!" 

Even though her sudden appearance had surprised me greatly, it had done 
nothing to stifle the wild, raging hunger that played through my loins. I'd 
reached down to grasp Terry's cock and was rubbing it against the lips of my 
pussy as they talked; the feel of the sensuous rod against my flesh made me 
want to feel it in a much more emphatic way. Dianne suddenly stooped down to 
look between our torsos-Terry was leaning up to look at her and she could 
see my hand working up and down his cock-and she exclaimed with pleasure 
when she saw what I was doing. 

"Wow, that's great!" she said, looking at me with a new respect. "Hey, how 
about you 'n' me having a fucking contest? I'll get hold of Mark here and 
we'll see which one of us comes first, how's that? Let's find out if you're 
really any hotter than I am!" 

I couldn't bring myself to reply to her bawdy suggestion, though it made me 
wince with pleasure. Mark told her that she would have to be quick on the 
trigger if she were to climax before me but she appeared not to take him 
seriously. She stripped off her T-shirt and shorts in near-record time, 
revealing a perfectly shaped body with breasts somewhat larger than I 
remembered from the one time I'd seen her with Chuck and Terry. She flopped 
down onto the grass beside me and motioned for Mark to get himself into 
place, which he did; he had no compunctions about fucking her with me 
watching from a yard away. 

Though I'd never have said so, being too prudish, I'd have stressed Mark's 
warning to her. I knew that I was as highly aroused as I'd ever been in my 
entire life and I had no doubt that I could begin coming as soon as I felt 
Terry's swollen, overheated prick spreading the lips of my pussy and digging 
into the mouth of my cunt. The taste of Chuck's love cream and the feel of 
his cock as he had shot his load into my throat, the way Terry had licked my 
pussy into a frenzy of orgiastic delight, even the way Mark had excited me 
by rubbing his prick over my thighs and pussy all had worked together to 
bring me to a peak of sexual feeling. I wanted Terry's cock in a way that 
I'd never wanted any man before. Always before, when fucking I'd wanted to 
feel a particular individual, a real person, entering my body and filling me 
with his lust. Now, in .contrast, I simply wanted a prick-it could have been 
attached to anyone, it made no difference to me. My body had become so fully 
aroused that I was hardly conscious of Terry as an individual; I only knew 
that he had the tool I wanted with such overpowering hunger and that it 
would fuck me into a wonderland of excited release, thereby easing the 
savage pangs that played through my cunt and the rest of my body. I was so 
thoroughly aroused that I barely realized that I was entering a new phase of 
sexuality, in fucking Terry while Dianne was there beside me, and probably 
this extreme state of sexual tension is what allowed me to carry through 
with the contest she had staged. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"OMIGOD, GET IT IN ME!" I groaned, unable to repress my fierce desire any 
longer. "OOOOHH, I'M DYING FOR YOUR PRICK; I CANT WAIT TO FEEL IT FUCKING MY 
CUNT OFF! I'M SO HOT, SO FUCKING HOT! MMMMMM, DO IT TO ME, TERRY, DO IT 
NOW!" 

"Hey, I'm not ready yet!" Dianne cried out. "You're cheating on me!" 

I couldn't wait for her to get herself fully aroused, nor could Terry. I'd 
inadvertently contributed to his further arousal by fondling his cock and 
rubbing it against the lips of my pussy while he joined in the lewd 
conversation with Dianne. When she turned her attention to Mark, 
accordingly, and began rubbing his prick against her own slit, Terry found 
his attention directed back to me. His cock must have sensed the animal 
warmth and eagerness that infused my body and he began inching closer to me. 
My pussy had a liberal coating of the rich, musky oil which my cunt produced 
whenever I was excited and this, together with the saliva he had left there 
when he had been Frenching me, ensured that his big prong easily slipped 
into the taut, quivering mouth of my cunt. 

"AGGGHHHH!" I groaned as that incomparable tool spread my flesh into a big 
circle and then slipped into the tight, hot tunnel awaiting it. "OOOHH, 
YOU'RE FUCKING MY HEART OUT! MMMMM, YOUR COCK'S SO FUCKING BIG, IT'S TEARING 
MY CUNT ALL TO PIECES! GET 

IT IN, HURRY! AHHHHH! I'M CUMING ALREADY; I CANT HOLD IT BACK ANY MORE! 
AIIIEEE! MMMMMM! UNNNGGHHH!" 

I later discovered, when watching one of the boys fuck Dianne, that a prick 
has a curious effect upon a pussy when it plows into the crevice hidden 
between the cunt lips: the initial thrust, especially, depresses the flesh 
around the vital opening, driving it inward so that it seems to shrink back 
from the marvelous penetration, and this pressure tightens the flesh around 
the cut. Thus, that tender little nub, so exquisitely sensitive to any kind 
of pressure, receives a decided stimulation from the entrance of a prick 
into a cunt, even though nothing touches it directly. That was what happened 
to me on that occasion and the effects were cataclysmic. I felt my clitoris 
give a decided ping of outraged feeling and then begin throbbing with a 
powerful, insistent beat that meant only one thing: my climax was upon me 
already and was going to run its own headlong course! 

It seemed that a big fist suddenly gripped my womb and cunt, squeezing them 
in a grasp of unimaginable strength and wringing all the pent-up emotion 
from them. I shrieked out with joy when I felt the' onset of that monumental 
explosion and then lapsed into a series of shrill, wordless cries as the 
pressures within my body mounted higher. Again and again those long, 
shuddering waves of orgasmic pleasure poured out of my excited cunt, 
infusing my entire body with lusty joy. The long period of sexual arousal 
without relief now paid off in a climax that ripped through my body and 
shattered my soul with its force. 

Terry drove his cock in and down without regard for my pleasure, though in 
truth I can think of nothing that would have been more effective than the 
brutal, selfish way he thrust his tool into my hot, quivering cunt. He 
sensed a climax of his own building up in his big, semen-packed balls and he 
drove directly to his own personal goal. Once he had crammed all his long, 
thick tool into my cunt he began fucking back and forth with quick, driving 
strokes that sent the head of his prick thudding up against my cervix, 
lending even more delicious pangs to the spasms which radiated out from that 
tightly packed tunnel. At the apex of each stroke the wiry mass of fur at 
the base of his prick slammed into the lips of my pussy and the hard, bony 
mass behind that hair flattened my tender flesh. I quickly discovered that, 
by coordinating my motions with his, I could grind my pussy against the base 
of his cock when he was in me to the fullest extent and gain another kind of 
pleasure from his fucking action. I could also rub my throbbing, tortured 
clit into the base of his belly by jerking my hips downward and I added that 
movement to the flurry of hip thrusts and grinds which I threw up at him. 

I could feel his balls, big and heavy with lust, slapping against my 
ass-hole when he drove his cock home and that excited me too. I'd never 
before realized just how exquisitely sensitive my ass was but that 
experience brought it home to me with powerful clarity. Had he chosen that 
moment to transfer his prick from my cunt to my ass-hole, I know that I'd 
have accepted it without hesitation; I was so fully excited that I'd have 
done anything of a remotely sexual nature if only it promised to give me 
more of the pleasure that now infused every pore of my body. Terry wanted 
only my cunt at that moment, however, and he fucked away at me with a 
strength that made my climax endure far beyond what I normally experienced 
at such times. 

Of course, the presence of Dianne, and the sound of her lusty cries as she 
exhorted Mark to fuck her harder and deeper-like me, she enjoyed the feel of 
a big cock probing into the uttermost reaches of her cunt-made me even more 
excited. I was vaguely aware of her and some of the sexual electricity she 
and Mark generated in their own frantic coupling drifted over to lend even 
more erotic power to my own situation. Virtually all of my attention, 
however, focused on my cunt and on the immense, restless fucking tool it 
contained. Terry worked the big rod in and out faster when he felt himself 
nearing his climax. I sensed the extra urgency in his speedier thrusts and 
fucked back at him as hard as I could. I lifted my legs higher along his 
body, bringing the mouth of my cunt up a trifle and opening my body even 
more completely to him. He drove into me deeper than any man had ever been 
before and then began to come. 

Perhaps it was due to my extraordinary state of sexual arousal, but at the 
time I believed that his ejaculation was even stronger than the lightning 
bolts of sexual joy which Mark had fired into my cunt. I felt his big cock 
swell up, seeming to expand to at least twice its regular size, and then 
that first, incredibly strong spurt of hot cum shot out and bathed the rear 
of my cunt with liquid fire. His cock became intensely alive and leaped 
about madly within my flesh, saturating me with his scalding cream time and 
time again. He held himself deeply planted for a second or two, long enough 
for his trembling tool to fire off two of those hot jets of love cream, and 
then began fucking me again, harder than ever. He whipped his prick in and 
out as fast as he could in an effort to create more friction against the 
trembling head of his rod. I squeezed every muscle of my body, hoping to 
make my cunt tighten around his prick, and shuddered with new Waves of 
orgasmic joy. 

Terry's climax naturally heightened my own cream and I could feel my cunt 
almost melting around his cock. My entire being, body and mind together, 
were infused with lusty arousal and satisfaction of the most intense kind. I 
could have laid there forever and felt his enormous prick shooting jism into 
my cunt; even now I can vividly recall the savage thrill of holding his tool 
as it emptied itself of every vestige of passion and lust. I continued to 
rub my loins against his dong after the big rod had ceased to spurt out its 
hot, thick load. He remained plenty hard and, though he had temporarily lost 
his desire, he was willing to remain inside me. I held onto him tightly and 
began fucking myself against his cock, feeling another climax beginning to 
form inside my cunt. 

"OOOOOOHH, YOU'RE STILL HARD!" I murmured wonderingly. "MMMM, I CAN'T GET 
ENOUGH OF THAT WONDERFUL COCK! JUST KEEP IT LIKE THAT, TERRY; I'LL FUCK US 
BOTH INTO ANOTHER CUM. I KNOW I WILL! AHHH, IT'S IN ME SO DEEP, SO FUCKING 
DEEP!" 

Dianne and Mark were throwing themselves at each other with gusto as I began 
a slow, sensual weaving motion that was to lead to my second series of 
orgasms with Terry. They cried out at each other, inciting themselves and 
each other to greater heights of sexual endeavor. I chanced a quick look 
over at them and saw that Dianne had brought her legs so far up that the 
calves of her legs were actually resting on Mark's broad shoulders! This 
extreme position resulted in her cunt being held high in the air; I could 
actually see the thick shaft of his prick sliding back and forth into the 
honey-brown mass of fur masking her pussy. The sight of his cock entering 
her body had a powerfully erotic effect upon me and gave added strength to 
my fucking motion. I began throwing myself harder against Terry and soon 
felt my reward taking shape deep inside my cunt. 

"UNNGGHHH!" I groaned, working harder as the climax loomed larger. "I'M 
GOING TO CUM AGAIN! AGGHHH! I'M CUMING, I'M CUMING AGAIN! MMMMMM, I'LL NEVER 
STOP CUMING: YOU'RE GOING TO FUCK ME FOREVER!" 

My enthusiasm grew warmer with every pounding thrust of my cunt.. I surged 
upward violently when I felt the delicious explosion inside my loins, 
releasing my passion once more. Terry snapped out of his post-orgasmic 
indifference and began humping into me again, lending another source of 
savage delight to my orgasm. He fucked furiously for a moment, giving a 
compelling thoroughness to the convulsive spasms of lusty joy that ripped 
through my midsection, and then eased off when he saw that he wouldn't be 
able to cum again any time soon. My work had been only too effective, he 
said; his balls were depleted and he couldn't summon up even a vestige of 
sensual arousal. 

Dianne and Mark, however, were in the throes of a long and frantic 
culmination to their fucking session. He was hammering his prick into her 
over and over, bringing soft, panting gasps of joy to her lips; she quivered 
excitedly as he worked his prick in and out of her love-slick cunt. I looked 
over just as his cock burst into flowing life and saw the joy that spread 
over his handsome young face when his balls released their sperm. Dianne 
threw her head back and shrieked with anguished pleasure. She obviously 
relished the feel of a big cock shooting hot cream into her cunt and she 
gave herself over to her pleasure with a rare, dedicated enthusiasm. I then 
discovered that a woman's face, however beautiful, becomes transfixed with a 
special loveliness when she is feeling those delicious spasms of orgasmic 
wonder spreading through her cunt and making her entire body hum with sexual 
joy. Dianne was not unattractive-her regular features, her clear complexion, 
her blonde hair gave her something of an ail-American girl look-but at that 
moment, with Mark's prick lodged deep in her cunt and her cut throbbing 
powerfully, she became a truly beautiful girl. 

"Mmmmm, what a cunt-twister!" she murmured after a few moments. "Baby, you 
know how to let it all hang out! I thought I was dying for a minute!" 

"What a way to go!" he replied. "That cunt of yours, it was sucking me just 
as hard as it could! A cunt blow job, that's what it ended up being!" 

"Speaking of blow jobs," she said, "I didn't get a chance to go down on you 
before. Are you going to be ready to let me eat you a little?" 

"I wouldn't pass that up for anything," he assured her. "Any time you're 
ready, baby, I'll feed you the meat!" 

My own cunt gave a convulsive twitch upon hearing that. I remembered 
mouthing Mark's cock when it was covered with our love juices and the 
thought sent hot flashes of desire coursing over my body once again. Terry 
noticed my reaction, since his prick was still solidly planted in my hole, 
and it gave him an idea which made my clit throb even harder. He suggested 
that he and Mark switch partners for that phase of the act. I was already so 
excited that I couldn't help agreeing, and Dianne greeted the proposal with 
a special enthusiasm which I wouldn't have expected from one so young; I 
later discovered that she had had even more sexual experiences than I and 
that she spent quite as much of her time in thinking about them. She urged 
Mark to do it, saying that she was extremely eager to taste Terry's prick 
after it had been in my cunt, and the boys quickly made the transition. 

I reached down to finger my slit as Mark straddled my shoulders and brought 
his dripping prick down toward my lips. His rod dripped with cum and it was 
altogether the most sensually affecting thing I'd ever seen. If anything I 
found it even more exciting simply because it had been in another woman's 
cunt that might be taken as an indication of the extent to which I'd already 
been corrupted by the boys. He thrust the hot, wet rod down to my mouth and 
I closed my fingers over my pussy as I opened my mouth. I could feel a warm, 
thick trickle of Terry's love juice ebbing from the lips of my pussy; I 
rubbed my fingers into the sticky cream and began rubbing it over my flesh. 
The sensation of his love juice spreading over my pussy gave me a great deal 
of pleasure, though this was as nothing compared to the savage thrill I felt 
when I closed my lips around his cock and tasted the unique ointment 
covering its surface. 

I could clearly distinguish between Dianne's delicate, sweetish cunt juice 
and the stronger, saltier flavor of Mark's cum. The two tastes combined to 
give my senses a decided jolt and once again I felt my body tensing up for 
yet another storm of sexual pleasure. I curled my tongue around his cock and 
sucked him as hard as I could when he began fucking into my mouth. He drove 
the head of his prick far back into my throat but I managed to take it 
without gagging. My fingers dug deeper into the mouth of my pussy and a 
thicker flow of Terry's cum flooded my fingers. In rubbing the sticky cream 
into all parts of my pussy, I gave my ass several caresses. Finding that 
that tiny opening was still highly sensitive, I concentrated more attention 
upon it and before long, to my surprise, I was finger-fucking my ass-hole 
with one finger of my right hand while I was stroking my pussy and clit with 
the fingers of my left hand. 

"Hey, she's doing it to herself!" Chuck announced, having taken up a 
position between my legs which enabled him to see my fingers working. "And 
Dianne's giving herself a hand job too! Wow, you guys oughtta see the sight; 
both of these babes are just too much! Wow, they're really giving their 
cunts a workout!" 

I mentally congratulated Dianne for her thoroughness as I continued sucking 
at Mark's prick. He didn't fuck my mouth with any purpose except seeing me 
lick the cum off his tool, though I was getting a thorough sexual pleasure 
from it, and it wasn't long before I could feel the storm preparing to erupt 
from deep within my cunt. A momentary flash of shame and guilt passed over 
my mind, a reminder that I shouldn't be behaving like this in front of young 
people to whom I was supposed to set an example, but the overall stimulation 
was far too intense-for such a weak-minded thought to have any effect 
whatever. I lavished kisses upon Mark's prick and dug my fingers into my 
body harder, seeking a release to the tension which had built up deep inside 
my cunt. 

I soon had my cunt in a state of uproarious orgasmic pleasure once more. 
Mark's cock worked back and forth in my mouth, inevitably reminding me of 
the way it had pistoned in and out of my cunt two days before. The taste of 
his cream, mingled with the flavor of Dianne's hot little cunt, was enough 
to make my mind stagger under the weight of the powerful waves of sexual 
ecstasy and thus I orgasmed once again. Even though the lusty storm dinned 
in my ears I could hear Dianne's frantic moans as she too worked away at her 
own body and sucked at Terry's cock with all the lascivious power she could 
muster. 

"The nice thing about being a woman," she told me after the boys had crawled 
off us, leaving us alone for a few minutes, "is that we don't have to get 
hard to be horny. We can do it over and over again, you know." 

"Yes, but there's a limit to what the boys can stand," I pointed out. 

I quickly learned that the girl hadn't intended any reference to the boys at 
all. My eyes widened with horror when I found out exactly what she meant; it 
gave me a considerable shock to discover that she wanted to fuck with me! 
Naturally I'd encountered a few cases of lesbianism during my career as a 
camp counselor; in any girls' camp there is--likely to be at least one girl 
eager to corrupt the more willing of her peers. I'd never before encountered 
a homosexual girl who was so good-looking, however, nor had I any experience 
with girls who wanted their sex both ways. 

Dianne laughed with genuine delight when she discovered just how naive I 
was. She assured me that she wasn't a lesbian; the thought of devoting 
herself exclusively to girls, she said, filled her with a vague sense of 
nausea. She did, however, enjoy an occasional change of pace, a relief from 
the constant prick-consciousness of boys, and it was this sort of experience 
which she had planned for me. I expressed my horror in no uncertain terms 
and stated that I had no intention of behaving in any such manner. 

My rebellion had a very short life. It took only a sentence from Mark to 
bring me around; he reminded me of my own dangerous position and how a 
casual word to his father could easily dislodge me from my position with the 
church. I saw that I was completely boxed in and that I wasn't going to have 
any choice in the matter-if the boys wanted me to perform perverted acts of 
that sort with Dianne, then that is exactly what I'd have to do. Dianne's 
eyes glinted happily when she saw the expression of sullen defeat come over 
my face. 

"That's okay," she told me. "You might hate the thought now but I'm going to 
teach you to love games with girls. After all, it's just another way of 
balling; why, I could start eating your pussy and you wouldn't know whether 
it was me or one of the boys here who was giving you the head!" 

I scoffed at that and there was my undoing. They promptly ordered me to 
close my eyes and to assume a position which would enable them to prove her 
statement. Fearing the consequences if I disobeyed, I complied with their 
request and drew my legs up until my knees were pressing into my breasts. 
This elevated my pussy and allowed it to jut from between the backs of my 
thighs, thus laying out the slit for any who wished to taste it. 

"Just keep your eyes closed," Dianne told me, "and see what you think about 
this for starters! See if you can tell who's eating that cunt of yours!" 

Almost retching with disgust, I screwed my eyelids together and sucked in a 
deep breath. For a moment I felt nothing and then someone touched my pussy. 
I couldn't identify the touch at first; it was exquisitely gentle and also 
highly arousing. After a moment I could feel a tongue probing between the 
lips of my pussy, digging into the mouth of my cunt and then sliding forward 
to glide over my clit. The sensation was so decidedly strong that I couldn't 
help grunting with pleasure. Of course I couldn't tell who it was that was 
licking my slit but, imagining that no boy would want to put his lips and 
tongue to a pussy so ripe with a man's cum I stated that it was Dianne who 
was eating me. Chuck, who had remained at my head to ensure that I kept my 
eyes closed, now pulled his hands away and invited me to see for myself. The 
individual continued to run a hot tongue over my slit, keeping in constant 
contact, and thus I knew that a switch hadn't been made. I opened my eyes, 
looked down and saw Mark's face poised just above my throbbing pussy, his 
tongue gouging into my hot flesh! 

"Here, let me have a taste," Dianne told him, pulling him away from me and 
fastening her lips onto his. "Mmmmmm!" she exclaimed with delight over the 
taste she found on his lips. 

Now I can sympathize with her but at that time it struck me as incredible 
that anyone, let alone a member of my own sex who had a beautiful face and 
body, as well as a very real appreciation of the opposite sex, could want to 
taste Mark's mouth at that moment. Dianne kissed away all the cum from his 
lips and turned to me. She lowered her face down to my throbbing slit and 
tongued me gently; I shivered at first and then groaned out in anguish when 
her tongue began exciting me. She had a way of using her tongue to the 
maximum advantage and I received the full benefit of her perverted skill. 
She licked the outer edges of my slit and gradually worked her tongue and 
lips toward the lips of my pussy; by the time she kissed them I was so alive 
with sexual feeling that it seemed that her tongue was touching every part 
of my body. I felt incredibly strong surges of sexual pleasure spreading 
through my loins and I knew that it wouldn't be very long before they 
swelled into a crescendo of orgasmic splendor. 

"Mmmmmm, nice ass-hole too!" she murmured, pulling her face away to look at 
that orifice for a moment. "So fuckable!" 

"She was fihgerfucking herself in the ass a while ago," ChUck told her. "It 
looked like she was really enjoying it too!" 

My heart pounded hotly when I heard him giving my secret away, though I had 
no reason to expect any mercy from any of them. Dianne smiled and gave me a 
friendly, conspiratorial look, as if to say "we'll show them!" She brought a 
hand up and rubbed my ass with a finger tip; I moaned softly at the touch 
and tried to control the hot, sensual response which flashed through my 
body. 

"Yes, it's a live one," she murmured. "Okays darling, I guess we'll just 
have to admit that you're a hell of a lot sexier than anybody ever guessed. 
Here, I'll give you a little workout, hmmm?" 

With that she began fingering my ass-hole and tonguing my pussy at the same 
time, I shuddered heavily, feeling a rising flood of sensuality within my 
body, and she began working harder. She alternated caresses with her finger 
and darts from her tongue; I nearly cried out with agonized delight when I 
felt her tongue pressing into my ass-hole. She continued to work back and 
forth from my pussy to my ass-hole, cannily working me up to a state of 
sexual excitement which reduced me to a mindless lump of quivering 
anticipation. 

Thus I was absolutely defenseless when she told me that she was tired of 
giving me all the attention. She said that she deserved some special 
consideration too and that she was going to mount me so that we could suck 
each other off simultaneously. When I mumbled something to the effect that I 
knew nothing about eating a pussy she laughed and told me that I had only to 
do to her whatever I wanted done to me when a man was devouring my slit. 
That, she promised me, would ensure that I'd give her the best head 
available. I knew that I was sinking deeper into that bottomless morass of 
sexual depravity which Mark had pointed me toward but at that moment I was 
so fully aroused, so totally stimulated, that I readily agreed to suck her 
pussy. 

She got onto me, reversing herself so that we assumed the sixty-nine 
position, and I looked to find my face only inches away from one of the 
sexiest looking pussies I'd ever seen. In fact, it was about the only pussy 
I'd ever seen, always excepting my own; the newness of the sight, together 
with the knowledge of what I was going to do to it, combined to make it 
highly arousing. She spread her knees further apart and the lips fell open, 
revealing the inner contours and the small, crescent-shaped opening leading 
up into her womb. The slit couldn't have been more than half an inch across, 
if that much, but I knew my own pussy well enough to know that even so small 
a cunt could easily be stretched to accommodate even the biggest cock. A 
thick, translucent coating of sexual juices gave the slit an added 
attractiveness and a strong, rank scent of sexual excess wafted down to my 
nostrils. Her ass-hole was perched just above the cuntal opening. 

I reached up to spread her flesh wider with my fingers and then lightly 
touched my tongue to her pussy. The taste of the well-fucked cunt 
immediately assailed my brain, infecting me with a stronger desire to serve 
her well; I resisted the first impulse, which was to thrust my tongue deep 
into her cunt, and contented myself with slow, tender touches that proved in 
the long run to be even more effective. I'd long ago found that a soft, 
almost imperceptible touch did far more to make my pussy full alive with 
feeling and I now applied this knowledge for the first time to another 
female. 

"Mmmmm, you eat pussy like a queen!" Dianne moaned, settling down and 
holding my own slit open with her fingers. "Get after it, baby; I'll cum all 
over your fucking face! And I'll suck the juice out of you, too!" 

A momentary touch of perverseness made me refuse to eat her as hard and as 
purposefully as she would have liked. Suddenly I wanted to tease her, to 
torture her as I'd been tormented, especially by Mark. I wanted her to feel 
her cunt crying out for release and aching with a terrible intensity. Thus I 
continued to touch only the tip of my tongue to those parts of her pussy 
which were less sensitive, though I knew that she wanted me to suck on her 
clit and drive my tongue deep into her cunt so that she could come quickly. 
It was a difficult task to restrain myself; the taste of Mark's salty jism 
was strong upon her slit and it made me want to devour her hot slit. I 
managed to hold back, however, and she steadily became more insistent. 

I began flicking the tip of my tongue over her ass-hole and found that this 
affected her even more. She quivered mightily when my tongue first touched 
that rose-like orifice; I felt a strange thrill running over my own body 
when I saw how powerfully I could affect her. Suddenly all my fear slipped 
away and I became totally possessed by a surging desire to make her 
experience the highest level of sexual pleasure possible. I held back from 
giving her the hard, punishing strokes with my tongue which would bring her 
off, even though she lavished intoxicating kisses upon my own pussy in an 
effort to fire me with hunger. 

Finally, when I judged that she could stand the pressure no longer, I thrust 
my lips up hard against the rim of her cunt and shoved my tongue into that 
hot, tight crevice with all the strength I possessed. I moved my tongue 
around that muscular opening, caressing its inner surfaces; I knew that this 
was one of the most sensitive spots of my own cunt and hoped that it would 
be the same for her. The taste of Mark's cum was even stronger inside her 
and, mixed with her cunt's hot, musky drip, the sharply erotic flavor made 
my tongue go wild. 

"Unnnngghh!" she groaned against my own pussy 

She began sucking at my slit with amazing force, just as I was sucking at 
hers, and together we licked and sucked our way into sexual frenzy. She was 
fucking down against my mouth with quick, jerky strokes and I began rubbing 
my own slit into her mouth, sobbing with ecstatic fervor as I did so. I 
could feel her cum seeping out faster and faster, saturating my mouth with 
erotic honey, and I knew that she was lapping the same exotic gruel from my 
own pulsating flesh. Together we Frenched each other and together we erupted 
in convulsing orgasms. 

"Well, it's pretty clear that you don't have anything against girls," Mark 
told me when he saw that I'd somewhat recovered from the fierce joy that had 
rocked my body so heavily. "Mmmmm, I'll bet you have some high old times 
with some of those fresh young cunts over at your camp!" 

"It's not so!" I indignantly retorted. "I wouldn't dream of doing such a 
thing as that!" 

"I think she's right," Dianne admitted, sucking in a deep breath as she 
slipped off me and curled up at my side. "I don't think she'd ever gone down 
on a woman before now! But let me tell you something, she really learned how 
to do it good in a hurry!" 

"Yeah, it looked like you. were making it pretty good there," Terry 
observed. 

"Was I ever! If you guys could ever learn to eat pussy that way you'd have 
more cunt around than you could ever get fucked!" 

"I guess the important thing is that we proved to her that she can make it 
just about any old way," Mark said, fixing a sardonic look upon me and 
smiling when he saw the flush of shame begin to spread across my cheeks. 
"Yeah, it doesn't have to be a guy; she can pick up on a cunt just as well!" 

"Well, whatever it is, we're going to have ourselves a ball for the rest of 
the day," Dianne said, turning to me and giving me a warmly conspiratorial 
look. "You and me, honey, we're going to turn these guys every way but 
loose! When we pick up and leave tonight their cocks will be dragging low!" 

"Maybe so," Mark said, "but you're going to have to do it all by yourself, 
Dianne. We're sending her back to her own camp. Let her think about all this 
for another day or two-that way she'll be a lot hornier when she decides to 
come back. And then we'll show her some more ways she can get a lot more fun 
out of that slit of hers!" 

I straightened up and almost uttered a plea to be allowed to remain. A 
battered fragment of my pride surfaced, however, and I choked off the 
shameful request before it could get out of my throat. Instead of arguing 
with Mark, and thereby letting him see just how eager for sexual depravity I 
really was, I meekly bowed my head and brought myself to a standing 
position. None of them said anything as I began dressing and when I walked 
out of the clearing they were still standing beside Dianne's prostrate body. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

I suffered fewer guilt pangs after this extended session with the boys and 
Dianne. Probably I was even then coming to accept this new and altogether 
different version of myself; certainly I knew beyond any doubt by this time 
that I could no more control my sexual impulses than I could've uprooted the 
trees through which I walked. I vividly recalled all the things I'd done as 
I returned to my own camp and, instead of feeling desperately ashamed of 
myself, I could feel only a warm, contented satisfaction. I wondered at my 
lack of guilt but I honestly felt that it would be foolish of me to try 
pretending that I regretted any of it. Even the perverted experience with 
Dianne had given me a deep and lasting pleasure which I couldn't deny. 

Strangely enough, this new view of myself enabled me to do my work much more 
efficiently. Instead of wasting time in berating myself, in trying to tell 
myself that I'd been momentarily overcome by a passing attack of lust, I now 
knew that my real, inner self had emerged and was firmly in control of my 
body. What is more, I could now accept this change without regret. I knew 
that I'd be going back to that camp and that whatever the boys wanted to do 
would find me as a willing, even enthusiastic, participant. No matter what 
kind of perverted, depraved sexual act they might suggest for me, I had no 
doubt that I'd readily assume the position they wanted me to assume and do 
whatever else had to be done. 

I spent the afternoon very profitably, surprising myself by the amount of 
work which I was able to accomplish. Late that afternoon, just before 
dinner, I visited the bath house to make sure-that the janitor squad had 
done a good job of mopping down the shower-room floor. When I stepped inside 
the small building I knew at once that something was wrong. Stopping dead in 
my tracks, I listened more carefully and felt a strange, cold chill running 
over my body. 

"Now this is your buzzer," I heard a youthful, husky voice saying from 
within the shower room. "It might not be very big on you yet but as soon as 
you start having periods and growing some hair around your pussy you'll 
notice it. That's what you want to work on when you start balling yourself. 
See, I'll show you just how to do it. You just take the tip of a finger and 
run it over this part right here, where the lips come together at the top . 
. mmmm! Wow!" 

The sharp exclamation of joy stirred me out of my shocked trance. Pursing my 
lips together I strode into the shower room and saw an amazing sight. Amy 
Krueger, the girl who had extolled the virtue of wearing no panties under 
her shorts, was sitting on one of the benches; her feet were drawn up high 
and her knees were spread wide. She had removed her shorts and thus her 
young, fresh pussy was completely exposed. A group of girls, three of them, 
sat in front of her; I recognized them as a portion of our twelve-year-old 
campers. They were watching Amy with a rapt, total interest but they quickly 
whirled about when I came into the room. An expression of fear spread over 
their startled faces; Amy continued to rub her clit-I noticed in passing 
that the nub was extremely large; it was as big as the tip of my little 
finger and stuck out of her pussy lips like a miniature prick-and to look at 
me with a mild interest. 

"All right, you girls go on to dinner," I said to the young ones, surprising 
even myself by the gentleness of my tone; they must have been expecting the 
roof to fall in upon them. "Amy, you stay here; I must discuss this with 
you." 

I watched the frightened girls troop out; their faces showed only relief at 
being let off so easily. When I turned to Amy she was still caressing her 
clit and she had an ecstatic expression on her lovely little face. She is 
about fourteen, I believe, and has very long, very dark hair that falls well 
below her rather prominent busts. She wore her camp T-shirt; it was pulled 
up around her waist. A thin border of black, curling hair framed the dark 
red slit running down between her thighs. The slit shone with a warm fervor; 
she was hot enough that the entire organ was covered with pussy drip. 

"They came in and found me giving myself a hand job," she murmured huskily. 
"They wanted to know what it was all about so I told them. I think Carol-she 
was that blonde, pudgy one, remember?-would've eaten me if the others hadn't 
been with her! God, she was almost raping me with her eyes!" 

"Amy, how can you say such things!" I gasped. "And stop that, please-it 
certainly isn't the way our campers should behave!" 

"But what are you going to do when you get a bad case of the hots?" she 
asked, just as though it were the most natural question in the world. "Jeez, 
it's been two weeks since I've had a good fuck and I'm about to crawl the 
fucking walls!" 

I couldn't reply to that; I was too shocked to hear such expressions coming 
from the mouth of one so young. Probably my role as a church worker had 
insulated me from the realities of life as practiced by the middle-and 
upper-middle-class youngsters whom I was supposed to oversee; no doubt they 
put themselves on their best behavior around me, which is the reason I knew 
so little about their attitudes toward sex. At any rate, I was completely 
astounded by her forwardness. She continued to finger her pussy and now 
added her left hand to her right, using the additional hand to probe at the 
mouth of her hot little cunt. For a moment I remembered the taste of 
Dianne's feverish slit and I felt an absurd urge to kneel before her so that 
I could run my tongue over her pussy. Fortunately I resisted that impulse 
and managed to find enough indignation to be convincing. Amy was too far 
gone along the trail to sexual completion to hear me, however, and she 
quickly brought herself into a state of shuddering, gasping completion. I 
looked about the shower room wildly and almost fled the scene. I remained, 
however, and witnessed the entire climax. She fucked herself in a knowing, 
skillful manner and even I could tell that she had had plenty of practice at 
administering that kind of pleasure to herself. After she had fucked herself 
through the orgasm she put her feet back onto the floor and sighed weakly. 
She licked off the fingers that she had used to stimulate the mouth of her 
cunt, an act which made my own clit throb painfully, and began pulling on 
her shorts. 

"You can send me back home or whatever, I don't care," she said in a low, 
dull tone. "If I don't find some way of getting my rocks off I'm going flat 
out of my mind and that's a fact! It's up to you, Miss Gooden; you can do 
whatever you want to do. But I'm not going to do without my fun, you can bet 
on that!" 

"Go on to dinner, dear," I whispered. "I ... I'll let you know later." 

I retained the image of the lustful little girl and her beautifully excited 
pussy for a long time, recalling every detail of that dainty little slit 
with a clarity that made me wonder if perhaps I really was a homosexual at 
heart. When I awoke the next morning, though, I could feel a very strong 
indication within my body that I was distressingly normal, at least in a 
heterosexual sense: I awoke with an acute, savage hunger for a prick. 
Nothing would have suited me more at that moment than a king-size tool, 
something on the order of the cunt-stabbers that Mark and his friends had, 
inserted deep between the lips of my pussy and gouging a tremendous climax 
out of the depths of my cunt. 

I saw Amy later during the day but I said nothing of the distressing scene 
between us the previous afternoon. The lovely innocence of her sweet young 
face caught my attention and I wondered at the disparity between her looks 
and the reality bubbling just beneath that beautiful surface. I could 
vividly recall the look of extreme bliss that had come over her face as the 
climax had spread throughout her tender young body; there was no doubt that 
she had had a considerable amount of sexual experience. It would do no good 
to tell her that masturbation was a terrible thing; I didn't believe it 
myself, having practiced the solitary art for several years with no ill 
effects that I could see, and she gave every indication of knowing that it 
was very good too. 

The following day found me waking up with an even stronger desire for a cock 
thrust deep into my body. I remember that I vaguely told myself I ought to 
be ashamed, for harboring such lustful thoughts, but I couldn't think of 
anything except big, hard cocks and the pleasure they could give me. The 
lips of my pussy burned with a dull, steady heat and I barely managed to get 
dressed without taking time out for a quick fingerfucking session in my cot. 
I restrained myself by sheer strength of will, telling myself that if I 
waited the boys would be able to give me even more frantic pleasure, and 
went off to breakfast. 

I waited around my own camp until about eight-thirty, impatient to be off, 
and left as soon as I dared. I hurried through the forest and made my way to 
their camp, growing hotter with every step. All my feelings of restraint and 
propriety were gone by now; I could think of nothing but fucking and 
sucking. My entire body burned with hunger, crying out for that sudden, 
penetrating thrust that would turn my cunt into a whirlwind of lusty joy, 
and I wanted to taste cum so badly I could almost feel one of those huge 
cocks spurting its load deep into my throat. 

The boys were lounging carelessly on blankets when I walked into the 
clearing. They were all naked, though piles of sneakers and cutoff jeans 
showed that they had once been dressed that morning. Dianne was there; she 
was squatting over Chuck, feeding her pussy to him when I walked into their 
midst. They gave me a casual but friendly greeting and I didn't need their 
orders, to begin undressing. The sight of Dianne rubbing her perpetually hot 
pussy into Chuck's face, let alone the vision of three magnificently hard 
cocks, was quite enough to give the finishing touch to my own rabid desire. 

"Hey, you're just in time!" Dianne told me. "I was wondering if you were 
going to make it at all or not!" 

"Yes, I couldn't get away any quicker," I said, fumbling with my clothes but 
managing to get them unfastened. "I couldn't have stayed away, no matter 
what. You've all managed to get me hypnotized by those big cocks!" 

"Man, we need another cunt around here," Terry muttered. "Two just isn't 
enough for everybody to get a pussy at once!" 

"Yeah, he's right," Mark said, giving me a penetrating look. "Why don't you 
check around those campers of yours, Ann? Find one who's pretty good looking 
and so horny she can't keep her panties on, bring her over and we'll all 
have a pussy each!" 

I thought at once of Amy and her heartfelt longing for sexual action; she 
would be entirely acceptable to them, I knew. She also seemed to have enough 
experience to be a welcome addition on that score, though I wondered if 
perhaps they might not prefer having a virgin so that one of them could have 
the pleasure of ripping her tender cherry apart. There was still enough 
decency in me, however, to keep me from mentioning the girl's name, though I 
nearly did so. I told them that I knew of no such girl and that furthermore 
I didn't intend to play the pimp for any of them. Even so, I felt a very 
strong urge to mention the girl's name and I had a distinct impression that 
Mark, especially, didn't believe me when I said that I knew of no girls in 
my camp with a strong sexual interest. He gave me a peculiar little smile 
but said nothing at that time. 

"We were all sitting around talking before you got here," Terry said to me, 
"and we were wondering how you do it to yourself. Dianne here says that 
girls are a lot different, sometimes, in how they give hand jobs to 
themselves and we'd like to see how you do it." 

"Yeah, give us a little demonstration," Chuck added, free to speak once 
Dianne had lifted her hot little pussy off his face. "We've seen how Dianne 
does it and now we'd like to watch you going after it!" 

I was at once assailed by mixed feelings. On the one hand, I felt a very 
strong urge to demonstrate my masturbatory prowess to them, since I could 
tell even then that it would be highly arousing for them and I wanted to 
bring their balls to a state of steaming readiness. But on the other hand, I 
dreaded allowing anyone to see me in a moment of such private ecstasy. Also, 
I feared that they would find my fingerfucking ludicrous and I hesitated for 
fear of making a fool of myself. Regardless of my indecision, they had their 
own ideas and were dead set on making me show them how I masturbated. 
Gradually my reluctance faded away and I found myself wanting to comply with 
their depraved request. 

Thus I began masturbating for their sexual pleasure as much as for my own. I 
decided to do it standing up, knowing that the extra pressure upon my thighs 
would have a decidedly more erotic effect upon me. I used both hands, 
rubbing the lips of my pussy between my index fingers and bringing the 
sexual tension within my cunt to a state of tingling, throbbing eagerness. I 
began swaying to and fro, thrusting my hips into my hands and adding a 
magical quality to my act of depraved sensuality. When the power within me 
had built up to the point where I could no longer control it I spread the 
lips wide and began running the tip of one finger over my enlarged, 
throbbing clit. That touch was enough to set me off, I was so fully aroused, 
and I felt my womb turn upside down and empty out a perfect flood of sexual 
wonder. 

"OOOOOHH!" I moaned as the orgiastic pleasure spread outward from my clit. 
"ANNNNGGHH! I'M CUMING! MMMMM, I'M CUMING ALL OVER!" 

I swayed back and forth, shuddering under the powerful impact of the 
orgasmic waves of pleasure, and the cum poured out of the lips of my pussy. 
For once I gloried in that warm wetness; I knew that it would show them the 
extent of my joy and that it would make them even more eager to get their 
pricks into the source of that clear, hot oil. The boys were astounded at 
the speed with which I summoned up my orgasm, as well as by the violence of 
the storm that sped through my loins. 

"Shit, I've been trying to tell you guys that a girl can bring herself off 
in no time at all," Dianne told them. "And you sure don't have to go ramming 
your fingers up a girl's snatch to bring her off either! Why, there aren't 
hardly any girls who stick their fingers in their cunts when they're jacking 
off! All you've got to do is rub that buzzer a little and you're off!" 

"Mmmmmm, she's so right!" I whispered, though I could remember with an 
appalling clarity the way 

Amy's fingers had plunged in and out of her feverish slit the time I'd 
caught her masturbating. "That's all it takes and you can cum so 
beautifully! Mmmmmm, it was wonderful!" 

"Okay, so it was a blast," Terry grunted, chagrined that Dianne had been 
proven so right. "But there's still a kick to getting a cock up that hole, 
you've got to admit that!" 

"Sure there is," Dianne said, smiling impishly. "Why else would we bother 
with you guys? Oh, there are dildos and vibrators and fucking tools like 
that. But, damn it all, they just don't quite have the quality of a good, 
hot cock!" 

Mark tired of this lewd talk motioned for me to stretch out on one of the 
blankets. He took me in an unusual fashion, pulling my legs far up so that 
the backs of my knees were resting against his extended arms. I was thus 
pinned back so that my hips were robbed of most of their usual mobility, 
though I could still twist them from side to side. This position, I saw, 
would lift the mouth of my cunt high and open me as completely as possible 
to his deep thrusts; that alone would compensate slightly for the lack of 
freedom. He leaned over me and called for Dianne to come over and plant the 
head of his cock in the lips of my pussy. I could've done it easily but he 
wanted the special thrill of having her insert his cock for him. 

Dianne, the lascivious little bitch, proved to be only too willing to help 
him and she took full advantage of my passive position, giving my pussy a 
delicious little caress with her fingers as she spread the lips wide to 
expose the rim of my cunt. I felt a flame of electric joy running through my 
loins; my self-induced climax had only primed me for further fucking action, 
I saw. She pulled Mark's cock down to lodge the thick, flaring head in the 
mouth of my cunt and he leaned against me, his prick pointing almost 
straight down. I held myself perfectly still so that I could enjoy the 
moment of entrance to the fullest. 

Our unusual, extreme posture meant that the rim of my cunt was strained into 
a very tight opening, thus making me much more responsive to the bulging tip 
of his cock; when he put pressure upon me I could feel the muscles guarding 
the cuntal orifice being strained to the utmost. He wouldn't be denied, of 
course, and his huge prick speared into the mouth of my cunt. I groaned with 
special emphasis, since for once the entrance was almost painful, but the 
savage joy of being opened to the utmost more than compensated for the 
moment of discomfort. Once the head was fully enclosed by my cunt, the way 
was open for him and he wasted little time in sending more of that big, hard 
lance swooping into my hot, quivering pussy. 

Being bent almost double made me feel his prick with a special fullness. He 
was so hard that the shaft was ribbed with almost sharp ridges of excited 
tissue and I could feel each of those ridges pressing into the strained 
walls of my cunt. I surged up against him, discovering a slight degree of 
upward mobility, and twisted my hips from side to side in a way that made my 
cunt sway around his cock with a deliciously exciting effect. My movements 
made the big rod probe into the sides of my pussy and also, of course, 
heightened that tunnel's pressure upon his cock; he smiled with pleasure and 
urged me to allow my hips even more movement. I eagerly complied with that 
request and soon I was fucking away with a quick, grunting intensity that 
did wonders for my state of arousal. In less time than I'd ever have 
expected I'd fucked myself into a state of ecstatic delight. One more thrust 
from him would send my cunt into a fury of orgasmic throbs, I knew, and I 
cried out in agonized tones, urging him to send me tumbling headlong into an 
excess of sexual ecstasy. 

He slammed his prick into me to the fullest and set off a terrific burst of 
feeling that began deep in the base of my belly, spreading outward with a 
fearful quickness that soon had my entire body shuddering with orgasmic 
delight. He was fucking with a decided speed and intensity that told me to 
expect an answering response from him very shortly; knowing that he was 
about to cum I gave a special emphasis to the way I ground my loins around 
his cock and threw my hips from side to side. Nothing prepared me for the 
conclusion to that exciting fuck, however, and his next move took me 
completely by surprise. 

Instead of continuing to thrust that magnificently swollen cock in and out 
of my cunt, as I'd expected, he suddenly withdrew it altogether and came to 
an upright position. He removed his arms from behind my legs, allowing them 
to fall down beside him; I was so surprised at the quick change of pace that 
for a moment I could do nothing. As soon as his cock popped out of my 
pulsating cunt, Dianne leaned between us-she had been kneeling at my side 
ever since she had planted his prick in my flesh-and began sucking his cock 
loudly. For a moment I lay there, my cunt throbbing and pounding hotly as 
the climax continued to surge through my loins, and Dianne continued sucking 
him. I could hear the liquid, slurping sounds as she worked her hot lips up 
and down the wet, slippery shaft of his prick. 

"OOOOHH, FUCK ME!" I cried out when I managed to recover my senses enough to 
realize that he intended finishing in her mouth. "AGGHHH, I'M CUMING 
ALREADY; I WANT YOUR COCK AGAIN! UNNNGGHH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME AGAIN!" 

He .ignored me and concentrated on working his prick in and out of the 
girl's greedy mouth. She was jacking him off and sucking at the same time 
and it was only a moment before he threw his head back, stiffened his body 
and thrust into her waiting lips with a powerful lunge. I could see the 
unearthly expression of sensual delight spreading over his face; that alone 
would have been enough to tell me that Dianne was getting the load I had 
wanted for my own cunt. She began grunting lustily too, however, and there 
was no doubt that his hot, salty come was even then blasting into her mouth 
and coating her throat with its creamy essence. I cried out again but there 
was no relief. My hands went down to my pussy, clutched at the throbbing 
flesh; I drove two fingers into the mouth of my cunt and began plunging them 
in and out, seeking to give myself the final touch of pleasure which he had 
denied me by taking his cock away. 

The fingers were not nearly as effective as his prick, however, and moreover 
I lost the marvelously effective sensation of feeling his prick shooting out 
that thick, scalding cream. Dianne, whom I'd been coming to consider a 
friend, proved her own deviousness by taking some of his cum and spitting it 
down onto the lips of my pussy; she kissed my slit warmly and ran her tongue 
over my clit in a way that distributed a small portion of his love cream. I 
cried out with special anguish when I felt his cum spreading over my fingers 
but they were adamant: I wasn't going to be allowed to feel his cock 
spurting the juice into my cunt. 

"That's just to teach you not to lie to us," Mark told me, his voice cold 
and determined. "The next time we ask you to bring some extra cunt with you, 
I don't want you acting like you were keeping track of a herd of frightened 
virgins over there, understand?" 

"Yeah, there ought to be plenty of those little cunts that have had a cock 
in them before," Terry added. "Hell, I'll bet there isn't a cherry in the 
whole fucking camp! They're probably all over there right now eating each 
other out like crazy, or else fingerfucking up a storm!" 

I still retained that final shred of decency and wouldn't admit that any of 
my campers would be suitable for their depraved pleasures. My heart cried 
out piteously when I imagined young Amy, for example, being subjected to the 
same kinds of humiliation which they had forced upon me; even though my body 
responded wonderfully to their shameful treatment I knew that they were 
degrading me and I didn't want one of my campers being subjected to that 
kind of brutality. When I again refused to cooperate with them Mark laughed 
and moved from between my legs. He looked over at Chuck and Terry, nodded 
significantly and pulled away from me. 

Mark and Dianne settled down beside me as Chuck and Terry began telling me 
about some other things they would like to do to me, if only I'd cooperate 
with them in their efforts at corrupting some innocent young girl. Had I 
known then just how far young Amy's sexual experience had already gone, or 
even suspected at the depths of lust within her young body, I wouldn't have 
hesitated for a moment in giving them her name. I still believed that she 
had been bluffing me, though, and that her expressed desire for sexual 
action had been pure talk and nothing more. 

Chuck tried to describe the special delights of having a man approach me 
from the rear, sinking his prick into my cunt dog-fashion and, after wetting 
it thoroughly in my overheated tunnel, removing it and aiming it up into my 
ass-hole. Despite the wickedness of the deed I found that his words had a 
powerfully exciting effect upon me. The more he described the way he would 
like to sodomize me the more my pussy lips throbbed with new, urgent 
hungers. 

Being robbed of the final delicious thrill with Mark had, of course, left me 
with a strong sense of dissatisfaction. This feeling of unease, of lacking 
something which would make me complete, grew stronger as Chuck continued 
talking about fucking me in the ass and soon I was as fully aroused as I'd 
been at the moment when Mark had planted his cock in the mouth of my cunt. 
Dianne made matters even worse by fondling the boy's prick; I could see her 
working the foreskin up around the head of Mark's big cock and then 
stripping it back as I listened to Chuck and the effect was altogether 
predictable. Terry's prick also bulged out at a ferociously stiff angle, 
letting me know that he too was highly excited, but he merely sat there and 
listened to his friend. 

A bitter war was being fought within my mind all the while. The fleshly part 
of me naturally wanted to join in the act which Chuck was describing but I 
still had a modicum of responsibility, enough to keep my lips firmly closed. 
Although I'd never felt anything larger than a finger probing at the 
ass-hole I knew even then that I'd take a full and complete satisfaction in 
being fucked there; Dianne had already proved to me that I was capable of 
being aroused and satisfied through just about any means of sexual action. 

It was a miracle that one of the boys did not use the threat of blackmail in 
an effort at convincing me to give in to their wicked request. I feared that 
one of them, probably Mark, would use that added leverage which their 
fathers' positions with the church gave them but they didn't mention that 
possibility. Later, of course, I discovered that they had talked it all out 
beforehand, with Dianne's help, and had decided that they would bring me 
around to their point of view simply by applying enough sexual stimulation 
to make me a willing, abject slave to their most depraved goals. The tactic 
took a short while longer to accomplish its objective but it worked as 
effectively as the threat of exposure would ever have done. Furthermore, it 
did so in a way that further added to my own complicity in their act, since 
I willingly cooperated in the end. 

This is jumping ahead of my story, however. Chuck continued to describe the 
special way an ass clutched and grabbed at a prick it enclosed; he told me 
how my bowel would register his cock's progress up my ass with a very unique 
sensitivity. Dianne now chipped in her part and advised me that I'd be able 
to feel his climax in a way that was stunningly complete, almost as though 
it were in my mouth at the moment when his balls erupted into gushing life. 

"Why don't you play along with us?" she suggested, giving me a frank, open 
smile that would have done credit to a twelve-year-old virgin in her 
innocence. "If you come across and help us find a really good girl, you 
might even get two of the guys at once-one in your ass and the other in your 
mouth! Wow, what a blast that is when both those guys start shooting their 
nuts off!" 

I moaned out a frantic request for mercy from them, knowing that I was about 
as--likely to get it from them as a million dollars, but I couldn't help it. 
Their words and actions were making me feel my sexual hunger with a terrible 
acuteness, so that I was aware only of the fierce, nagging ache between my 
thighs. It seemed that my cunt had swelled shut and that it was throbbing 
fiercely with each pounding beat of my heart. 

They decided that stronger treatment was in order and proceeded to give it 
to me without delay. Dianne pulled herself up onto her feet and turned her 
back to me, bending far forward at the waist. Her feet were about two feet 
apart and thus I had a breathtakingly exciting view of her pussy when she 
bent her torso down. The fur-rimmed slit, dark and swollen with sexual 
excitement, peeped from between her thighs in an inviting manner; I thought 
at first that they were going to have me kneel behind her and excite her 
with my lips. 

Chuck had other plans. He marched up behind her, spreading his own legs far 
apart, and planted the head of his prick in the mouth of her cunt. Mark had 
me move around so that I was looking up at Dianne's pussy from between 
Chuck's thick legs; I could see the flaring head of his prick resting 
between the lips of her slit. He steadied her by holding onto her flanks and 
began pushing his cock into place. Dianne groaned, making a sound of 
exquisite delight as she felt the thick tool piercing the taut, strained 
opening; the sight was so exciting that I could almost feel it myself as 
more and more of his prick speared into that fully aroused flesh. I saw the 
effect that a cock has upon a pussy: it drove the lips inward, pushing them 
down into the outer fold and it caused her clit to move toward his cock. The 
thought struck me then that her clit had a life and will all its own-it 
wanted to touch the big tool sliding into the hot tunnel nearby! 

He drove nearly all his big tool into her body before he stopped. Dianne 
groaned louder and flexed her knees slightly, making her hips dip downward 
and grind against the penetrating tool. After keeping his prick firmly 
planted in her cunt for a moment Chuck withdrew the implement and re-aimed 
it, this time shoving it directly against her tautly stretched ass-hole! My 
heart nearly leaped into my mouth when I saw what they intended doing; I had 
a perfect vantage point from which to see every detail as he drove his big 
tool into her rear. 

"Wow, it's already making me feel good!" the girl whispered excitedly. "Just 
knowing he's going to fuck my ass, it makes me want to cum already!" 

I could say nothing, nor could I force myself to look away from the junction 
of their bodies. He held his wet, shining cock against her for a second and 
then lurched forward. She swayed away from him, driven by the great strength 
of his thrust; my clit seemed almost to leap from my pussy and shout with 
excited lust. Dianne moaned weakly when she felt him trying to force his way 
into her ass-hole and I could tell that the effort was giving her 
considerable pain. She seemed determined to accept him, though, and of 
course he would have nothing except her ass-hole. Thus he launched another 
thrust against her trembling body and I saw the thick rod dive into the 
wrinkled eye positioned just above the mouth of her cunt. Again her flesh 
receded inward; I was surprised that being fucked in the ass could have so 
decided an effect upon one's pussy. The lips dived inward too, just as 
though he were sheathing that swollen tool in the more orthodox opening, and 
soon he had at least half his prick planted in her ass-hole. 

"OH, WOW, THAT'S OUT OF SIGHT!" Dianne gurgled. "MMMM, BEING BENT OVER LIKE 
THIS MAKES IT SO TIGHT, SO FUCKING TIGHT! UGGHHH! BABY, YOU'RE GOING TO 
SPLIT MY ASSHOLE IN TWO! AHHH, THAT'S THE WAY, NOW YOU'RE FUCKING MY ASS 
OFF!" 

The sight of Dianne had a compelling effect upon me. Lusty excitement surged 
through my feverish body, exactly as though I were feeling that great cock 
being pushed into my own ass-hole, and I knew that I was going to have to 
have a prick shoved into my cunt very soon or I'd go mad with frustration. 
Chuck didn't spend very long in the girl's bowel. Soon after the bulging 
head of his cock had disappeared into the girl's ass he gave out a bull-like 
roar of delighted joy and tensed himself expectantly. He began fucking into 
her with slow, pounding thrusts that must have been excruciatingly 
delightful to Dianne; she shrieked out with anguished delight and began 
humping against him with quick, fluttering movements of her hips. I could 
see the cheeks of her trim, boyish ass jiggling as Chuck pounded into her 
harder and then he straightened up and launched the final bolt into her 
body. 

"AURRGGHHHH!" he groaned, shuddering heavily. "MMMMM, MY BALLS! OOOHH, MY 
NUTS ARE COMING OFF! FUCK IT, BABY, FUCK THAT COCK OF MINE!" 

I was certain that I was going to start cuming too, even though I wasn't 
even touching my pussy. The sounds of their frantic joy gave me the most 
extreme kind of excitement and infected my body with desires as lascivious 
as any I've ever felt. Had I not been so intent upon watching them fuck 
themselves into a state of total ecstasy I might well have used my fingers 
to work the tension out of my pussy but as it was I couldn't tear my eyes or 
attention off Dianne's ass-hole and slit. I could see her clit twitching as 
it became an engine of lusty joy; I could see the wet film of cunty oil 
seeping out of the lust-darkened lips of her pussy; I could see the thick 
vein, running along the base of his cock, pulse as it directed a channel of 
molten lust into her ass-hole. She cried out with added joy when she felt 
his cum spatter her bowel with its lava-like jets. 

Chuck gradually drove the remainder of his prick into her ass as he shot out 
the last of his cream. His big balls, jerking nervously in their wrinkled, 
hairy bag, moved up closer, to her pussy and then brushed against the lips. 
I felt another surge of sexual excitement shooting through my body when I 
saw that; I remembered feeling Mark's big balls against my ass-hole once as 
he had shoved his meat into my cunt and now, seeing the opposite, I 
remembered that delicious sensation once more. Chuck leaned against her 
until his prick had ceased to spurt out the load of cum from his balls. Then 
he gave a low, weary sigh and pulled away from her. I saw his prick 
slithering out of her ass and pop clear; as soon as it left her ass-hole the 
strained mouth closed tightly, though not so much that a thin trickle of his 
cream didn't escape from its grip. 

"That's what it's like to get fucked in the ass," Mark told me, shaking my 
arm to bring me back to reality. "You could have it just like that too-if 
you'd only tell us which girl we ought to invite over here!" 

"No! Please don't ask me to do that!" I moaned. "You can't expect me to do 
that; it would be so terrible of me!" 

"Ah right, you asked for it," he said. "Terry, get on her and fuck that cunt 
of hers till you get ready to drop your load. Then pull it out and shoot off 
on her belly. Or maybe Dianne'll be cranked up again by then and she can 
suck the rest of it out of your prick!" 

"No! Don't let him do it to me that way!" I begged, beside myself with 
anguish at the thought of being deprived once more of that deliriously 
pleasing sensation when his cock would begin shooting out hot jets of cream. 
"Let him fuck me all the way! Ooooohh, you can't know how much I want to 
feel him shooting off in my cunt!" 

The threat quickly reduced me to a whimpering animal but my cries had no 
effect; whatever upon Mark. If anything they only made him more determined 
to carry through with his wicked threat. He even told me that he was 
considering ordering Terry to pull his prick out of me the moment I began to 
cum; that incredible threat was enough to make tears come to my eyes. I 
couldn't bear the thought of him vacating my cunt just at the moment when I 
needed his cock the most. I knew that if they were to carry through with 
that threat then I'd probably shrivel up before their eyes and die of sexual 
frustration. Once Mark saw how much I wanted Terry's cock, he was of course 
determined that I shouldn't have it and thus I only made matters worse for 
myself. 

They were about to carry out their threat, I have no doubt, when I finally 
capitulated. Terry had already pushed me onto my back and had gotten between 
my legs when I felt the last vestige of decency snap within me. I looked 
down at his loins, saw that magnificently sculpted cock aiming straight for 
the lips of my pussy and wondered how I could possibly survive if he were to 
jerk it out at he moment my cunt began turning flip-flops and churning out 
its dance of joy. That thought decided me and, crying out weakly, I gave 
them the information they wanted so badly. 

"Amy! Amy Krueger!" I muttered, not daring to look at any of them as I 
betrayed my trust. "I saw her finger-fucking herself the other day; she told 
me she was dying to be fucked! She's fourteen and as horny as any girl I 
ever saw; she'd love to come over here and play the whore for all of you!" 

"Okay, that's good enough," Mark told me. "I'll go over there and get her 
right now. And just because you've finally decided to be a good girl and 
play ball with us, you can go ahead and have yourself a fuck with Terry. 
Leave it in her if you want to, Terry; let her get her rocks off good, huh?" 

"Yeah, man, I'll flush that cunt of hers out good!" the youth replied. "I 
feel like I've got a quart of cum in each ball!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Mark strode off in his familiar, long-legged gait, leaving me there to 
receive whatever sexual pleasure Terry felt like administering to me. Dianne 
had lowered herself to a kneeling position and then onto her side, so that 
she could reach between her thighs and finger the flow of love cream that 
seeped from her ass. She rubbed the milky cream over her body with languid 
ease and my heart went out to her-she had a well-fucked look about her and I 
couldn't doubt that Chuck's cock had touched the very core of her highly 
sensual being. I turned my attention back to Terry, who remained poised 
between my parted thighs. His bulging cock was still aimed down at the lips 
of my pussy. 

"Are you ready for it?" he asked. "Whenever you're ready, Ann; I want to 
make this a good one for you because you've really earned it, if that Amy 
turns out to be even half as horny as you made her out to be!" 

"In that case why not fuck me in the ass?" I replied, thinking that the pain 
of being fucked in the ass for the first time might help assuage the guilt I 
already felt for having given them Amy's name. "If you really want to make 
it good for me, then fuck me up the ass-hole! I'm dying to see what it's 
like to have a cock back there!" 

He shrugged, willing to comply with any request I might happen to make, and 
told me that I should be in a kneeling position in order to receive his 
prick in my ass for the first time. I twisted about, getting onto my hands 
and knees, and adjusted myself until I was placed exactly right. Dianne 
roused herself to check my position. She warned me that I must concentrate 
on relaxing my body as far as possible in order to make it easier for him to 
get his cock started up my ass-hole; otherwise I'd find it extremely painful 
and perhaps wouldn't be able to finish the act. 

"You've really got to make yourself relax," she said. "But once he gets it 
started in good, then it's just heaven all the rest of the way! You'll never 
regret it, honey; you're going to love being fucked this way!" 

She came over to me and spread my buttocks, opening the way to the target 
for Terry, and he oiled his prick with a palm full of suntan oil. I wondered 
about the advisability of letting him spear into my ass while he was coated 
with that stuff, but Dianne assured me that it was perfectly harmless. She 
also said that since I was already highly aroused it would be better if he 
didn't lubricate his prick in my cunt, which might cause me to have a 
premature climax. I had to agree with her; no doubt I'd have begun to come 
as soon as I felt his prong spearing between the lips of my pussy. 

Terry seated his cock and I felt a shudder of sexual anticipation flooding 
over my body at the touch. His prick was merely resting at the door to my 
bowel, yet already I could feel intimations of sexual ecstasy growing within 
me. He leaned against me slightly and the added pressure against my ass-hole 
made me suck in a quick breath. He paused for only a second and then pushed 
harder. I felt my ass resisting him but he wasn't about to take no for an 
answer; he continued pressing against me until finally I felt my ass-hole 
surrender and open to him. 

"Owwwww! Ooooohh!" I moaned as a darting, knife-like pain shot through my 
midsection. "Annngghh! You're tearing my ass-hole apart! You're cutting me 
in two! Aiiieee, stop it, Terry, stop it, please! Owwww! I can't stand it 
any more; it's hurting me too much!" 

He refused to pull out of me, though, and after a moment I remembered the 
suggestion I had received from Dianne. She had told me to relax, to will 
myself into a state of limpness, and this I now tried to do. Of course, it 
was impossible to do so completely; my ass was far too full of hot, 
thrusting cock for me to be able to gain complete control over my muscles. I 
succeeded to a certain extent, though, and the concentration necessarily 
made me slightly less aware of the pain. Gradually I became conscious of 
another sensation: I could feel his prick sliding deeper and I now realized 
that the sensation was not altogether a painful one. Slowly the pain 
receded, leaving me with an awareness of Terry's big, lust-stiffened prick 
that exceeded any feeling I'd ever had when it had been in my cunt. My ass 
proved to be exquisitely sensitive and, as he drove the tool deeper, I could 
feel it infusing all my body with lusty arousal. 

"Yeah, you're picking up on it!" Dianne whispered, watching my face for a 
clue to my reactions. "Wow, you're digging it now! Go on, honey, fuck back 
at him! Grind that ass around his prick! Work it out for him!" 

Her obscene exhortation had its effect on me and I began moving. At first I 
attempted a very weak grinding motion but once I discovered how the movement 
added to my enjoyment of his cock, I became more daring. I therefore began 
working my ass in wider circles, giving him a more decided reaction, and 
found that the sensations of lusty delight became stronger. Soon I was 
fucking against him with as much energy as I'd ever displayed when a man had 
been driving his cock into my cunt. I felt his balls slapping against the 
lips of my pussy-the touch inevitably reminded me of seeing Chuck's balls 
dangling against Dianne's pussy-and then a ball of flame burst within my 
body. Unlike a regular cuntal orgasm, this cum appeared from nowhere and was 
already a raging, swirling storm of sexual agony when I first noticed it. 

"AIIIEEEE!" I screamed, quivering powerfully and stiffening my body as the 
tornado of lust swept through my loins. "ANNNGGHHH-OWWWWW!" 

Terry continued fucking into my ass and this naturally heightened my 
response. I could feel that incredible tool of his plowing back and forth, 
even though every tissue was shuddering with orgiastic delight, and each 
stroke of his cock made my climax swell and pound with new fury. He was 
close to a cum of his own, I could tell, but I was too much overcome by my 
own lust to be able to contribute anything to his further pleasure. As it 
happened I needn't do anything-he was content merely to ram his bulging 
prick back and forth in my ass until his balls erupted of their own 
volition. 

The first surging jet of his ejaculation sent another fantastic thrill over 
my body; I felt his cum with every fiber of my body. Never had I been so 
eager to have a lover's prick shooting hot cream into me and never had I 
felt it with such a total, all-encompassing awareness. His prick shot out 
spurt after spurt of that marvelously hot cream until my head was reeling 
with sexual joy. I could no longer support my weight on my hands and knees 
and thus I gradually lowered myself down to the blanket. He followed me, 
keeping his prick deeply planted in my rear, and stretched out on top of me 
to give me the last few thrusts. When his balls had depleted themselves and 
his prick had given its last, dying twitch of sad satisfaction, he exhaled 
loudly, groaned and seemed to melt against me. His weight would ordinarily 
have been oppressive but now, filled with his prick and that magical cream 
it had blasted into me, I welcomed the pressure. 

"Wow, he really rammed it to you!" Dianne murmured, giving me a wondering 
look. "And it sounded like you were really making it! Aren't you glad you 
tried it that way? Doesn't it make you feel it all over?" 

I had to agree with her; Terry's prick had given me a wonderful sensation 
and I'd loved every minute of it. I still felt very guilty about having told 
them about Amy; the sense of having betrayed the trust that the church had 
put in me still weighed heavily upon me. I couldn't bring myself to worry 
overly about that, since the climax which had ripped through my body had 
left me in a state of weariness that completely sapped my energy. I lay back 
on the blanket to recuperate and to await the next step in whatever lay 
ahead for me. 

We were stretched out on the blankets when Chuck came back into the 
clearing. I hadn't even realized that he was gone but he returned in an 
extremely horny mood. His stiff cock speared the air in front of him as he 
walked toward us; had the tool not been so obviously aroused I'd probably 
have laughed at the ridiculous sight he presented. He marched straight 
toward me and lay down beside me, motioning for me to mount him as he lay 
back. I'd regained most of my strength by that time, as well as more than a 
trace of sexual interest, and I was ready to straddle his loins. I sat 
facing his feet and brought his big prick up to touch the lips of my pussy; 
the tool spread them apart and dived into the proper opening as though it 
knew exactly where it ought to be. I lowered myself upon him with a groan of 
delight; my cunt was already highly sensitive and I felt a delicious shudder 
of sensual pleasure spread outward from my clit when he began going into me. 

Thus I was straddling Chuck and writhing away with a great deal of pleasure 
when Mark led Amy into the clearing. Chuck had seen them coming, of course, 
and had determined that Amy's introduction to our depraved practices would 
be a brutal, direct one. She was less than twenty feet away from me when I 
became conscious of her presence and by that time, of course, it was far too 
late for me to attempt hiding the extent of my own involvement with the 
group and their lewd activities. The girl had already digested the scene 
being played out for her and, when I first saw her, she was looking at me 
curiously, as though she couldn't really believe what she was seeing. 

"My God, you're fucking him!" she murmured wonderingly. "You're really 
fucking him!" 

"I told you she wasn't such a cold fish," Mark said to her. "See, she's 
really having herself a ball with that cock of his!" 

Amy gulped and came closer, bending down to take a closer look at the 
mammoth tool reaching up into my cunt. (Mark had inquired around the camp 
until he found her; he had lured her away by telling her that I wanted her 
assistance for something and that he had been sent to bring her. She had 
come willingly enough, though her presence was due more to her predatory 
interest in Mark than in helping me. She had hoped that he would stop 
somewhere along the trail and make a pass at her, I later learned, and she 
had been more than a little disappointed that he had done nothing except 
walk.) 

"Miss Gooden!" she exclaimed softly. "I ... I just can't believe it!" 

Chuck's big cock had already been in me long enough to make me highly 
excited and thus I couldn't make myself get off him. I was still writhing 
upon his prick, working it back and forth in my cunt, and not even Amy's 
presence was enough to take away my excitement. I soon realized that the 
girl was looking at me with a new respect, not with the condemnation I'd 
expected from her. She actually thought more highly of me once she had 
discovered that I was a slave to my senses! 

"B-b-but what am I supposed to do?" she blurted out, looking around with a 
baffled expression. She saw, from their faces, the answer to her question 
and immediately broke into a broad, gloriously happy smile. I was amazed to 
see the look of unabashed joy spreading across her handsome little face; she 
found the thought of being turned into a whore immensely pleasing. She at 
once began tearing off her T-shirt and shorts, stripping naked in a flash. 
"Oh, wow, I can't believe you really mean it! Oh, Miss Gooden, you're a 
lifesaver, a real gem!" 

My astonishment was now complete. Instead of berating me for having betrayed 
her she was actually thanking me! I was dumfounded but the girl's enthusiasm 
was unmistakable-she really wanted to prostitute herself for these depraved 
youths. My heart almost cried out with regret when I saw the youthful beauty 
of her naked body; she looked younger and more vulnerable than ever when she 
had removed her clothes. Her breasts were small but tipped with dark, 
burgundy-hued cones that rested on huge maroon rings of aroused flesh. Her 
flat belly curved down winsomely to a minuscule patch of dark fur, just 
thick enough to emphasize the presence of her pussy, and her long, tapering 
legs had a coltish grace all their own. There was nothing youthful or 
girlish about the look of outright lust on her face, however. 

"God, I haven't had a fuck in so long I think my cunt lips have grown 
together!" the girl muttered, looking at Terry and Mark with open lust. Mark 
had removed his clothes by this time and his prick had already swelled out 
to the horizontal; it reared out of his loins like an angry, lust-maddened 
spear. "Mmmmmm, what cocks you guys have! I can hardly believe it!" 

I was still atop Chuck, naturally, and his prick still speared up into the 
depths of my cunt. Amy's wild, unbounded excitement quickly infected my 
flesh with even greater anticipation and I began rocking to and fro harder 
than ever. I also reached down to run a finger tip over my cut, feeling the 
need for a more direct form of sexual stimulation, and began shuddering with 
renewed joy. 

Amy looked from Terry to Mark indecisively, uncertain which of them she was 
to have, and then Mark held out his arms to her and smiled. She immediately 
ran over to him and leaped up onto his body. She threw her arms around his 
neck and climbed high onto his torso, gripping his hips with her thighs; I 
could see Mark's hands caressing her pussy and bringing the head of his big 
cock up to nudge into her cunt. She cried out with a delicious sound of 
agonized delight when she felt his touch and lifted herself even higher, 
bringing her cunt into a more fuckable position. Mark supported her weight 
easily-she was no more than an inch over five feet tall and couldn't have 
weighed one hundred pounds-and drove his cock up into her cunt with a quick, 
pressing lunge that brought a shrieking wail of sexual frenzy to her throat. 

"AGGHHH-OWWWW!" she wailed. "OMIGOD, YOU'RE HUNG LIKE AN ELEPHANT! OOOHH, 
YOU'VE GOT THE BIGGEST FUCKING COCK I EVER FELT; IT'S TEARING MY BOX ALL TO 
PIECES! MMMMM, YOU'RE WRECKING MY CUNT; YOU'RE REALLY DOING A JOB!" 

If I'd had any doubts about Amy's total acceptance of the role they had cast 
for her, they would have been obliterated by the absolute enthusiasm with 
which she greeted the entrance of Mark's bulging prick into her cunt. I 
couldn't doubt that the unusual position she had adopted put a mighty strain 
on that tender opening and the long period of sexual deprivation had 
naturally made it exceptionally tight. Those factors, together with the 
generous proportions of Mark's cock, must have made the entrance stimulating 
in the extreme. Amy's cries quickly trailed off into unintelligible grunts 
and moans and she began working her hips against him in slow, shuddering 
patterns of sexual ecstasy. 

Some women, I'm told, become absolutely still when they feel their climax 
unfolding and others begin fucking like crazed creatures. Amy proved to be 
very exceptional in this respect, as in so many others, and began a slow, 
utterly sensual motion that caused her cunt to slide around Mark's cock and 
to heighten the sensations of lustful abandon that pulsed out from her 
loins. Soft, shuddering gasps of the purest joy poured from her throat as 
she fucked herself against him. I watched, stupefied by the strength of her 
reaction and the readiness with which she reached her orgasm; she must have 
been supremely excited to have begun to cum so soon, even considering the 
added strain of the position. 

Mark stood very still, easily supporting her weight, and allowed her to 
grind her loins into a state of teeming, ecstatic joy. He was enjoying her 
cum too and my own clit gave a mighty throb when I saw that thick, dark rod 
lifting up to pierce the girl's cunt. I couldn't see her pussy itself but I 
knew with a heart-rending certainty exactly what it looked like and the 
mental image lent an additional thrill of fleshly pleasure to my own 
situation. I began humping back and forth on Chuck, working my cunt around 
that magnificent prick of his, and fingered my outraged clit faster and 
faster. My other hand rose up to close over my left breast and I began 
kneading the nipple, which of course made my body tremble even harder. 

"UNNGGHHH!" I groaned when my womb gave a convulsive, desperate gasp and 
began pounding madly. "OOOHHH! AHHHHH! OHHHH, FUCK, FUCK ME HARDER!" 

Chuck replied with a hearty lunge that sent his cock slithering deeper into 
my cunt. The thick, broad-headed tool probed the innermost recesses of the 
tight, hot tunnel and sent me spinning off into outer space, screaming and 
quivering as the spasms of orgiastic madness swelled and multiplied within 
my body. I fucked myself into a state of near-collapse. Amy's frenzied 
example helped me reach this ecstatic goal, naturally, but Chuck's big cock 
also had a significant part to play as well. I worked back and forth on him 
and fingered my clit and nipple until there was no more feeling left in my 
body. 

Even though my orgasm had reached extravagant proportions. I hadn't 
succeeded in persuading Chuck to give up his own cum. For once I didn't find 
this failure distressing; something inside my mind told me that I'd receive 
plenty of those heavenly douches before the day was over. Amy had also drawn 
a blank, so to speak; Mark continued to stand very still and I could tell 
from the expression of tense concentration on his face that he had not yet 
come. I felt a moment of envy for the girl, knowing that she was still 
astride that awesome fucking machine of his and that his big balls had not 
yet surrendered their load of hot, creamy lust, but then I reflected that I 
was in the same position: Chuck's balls were as big as Mark's and probably 
very nearly as fully loaded with sperm, so I had a great deal to look 
forward to. 

Dianne and Terry had been watching all of us with a rapt interest, though 
they made no move to emulate our efforts. Dianne's big, strawberry-shaped 
nipples almost glowed with bodily heat and Terry's prick soared out from his 
loins like a big mushroom. Suddenly Dianne rose to her feet and smacked her 
hands together; she gave one of those incredibly lewd smiles that, I've 
learned, always indicates that she is about to make an especially outrageous 
proposal. 

"Why don't you two swap guys?" she called out. "And then suck them off? You 
could each get the benefit of what the other's done to get the guy worked up 
and you never can tell, you might like the taste of each other's cunts!" 

Her vulgar suggestions struck a highly responsive chord in my own heart and 
I felt my body give a decided hum of physical agreement. Amy looked around 
nervously, however, and gulped; she was plainly caught unawares by this new 
twist and didn't know what to make of it. She lowered herself down from 
Mark's body and turned to face us, looking very unsure of herself now. She 
swallowed again and then admitted that she had never had a prick in her 
mouth before. Dianne gaped incredulously; she couldn't believe that a girl 
as beautiful as Amy and as fond of cocks had never before had one in her 
mouth. 

"Oh, darling, have you ever got a treat in store for you!" Dianne told the 
girl, who looked more uncertain every minute. "Of course you'll love to suck 
a prick; it'll make you so fucking horny you'll never stop fucking! Here, 
we'll get Ann to show you how-she's wild about sucking the cum out of a 
guy's dick!" 

I had not expected to set this kind of an example for Amy but once Dianne 
had made the suggestion I found it difficult to turn her down. I still sat 
atop Chuck, with his cock shoved far up my cunt; its presence was as 
comforting and exciting as ever but now I was to have an even more delicious 
treat. Mark came toward me, holding Amy by the hand, and presented his prick 
to my lips. I knew that the rod had popped out of Amy's hot little cunt only 
a few minutes before-indeed there was still a trace of her cunty wetness on 
the big tool-and that made it even more inviting. 

"It isn't nasty or bad," I told her, reaching out to grasp that huge, 
swollen cock which had fucked her so well. "Mmmmmm, they taste good! And 
they feel even better! But, oh! When the guy starts firing off his cum and 
flooding your mouth with that hot cream, that's when you really want to 
fly!" 

She knelt down beside me and watched closely as I guided Mark's prick up to 
my lips. Even the scent of that sensual sword was intoxicating Deyond belief 
but the taste was incredible. Amy's cunt had left it coated with a film of 
the sweetest, muskiest honey imaginable and I began eating him with all the 
verve at my command. Amy's eyes got big and round as I went down on him; I 
rammed my mouth so far down the shaft of his cock that my lips almost buried 
themselves in the mass of hair at its base. My tongue curled around the 
thick shaft and I began head-fucking him with a bobbing motion that did 
wonders for his balls. I added some solid thrusts and twists with my hands, 
jacking him off and sucking him at the same time; Amy gave a low, moaning 
sound when she saw me begin this. She knew about jacking guys off, having 
dispensed many a hand job to her dates, and she began rubbing nervously at 
her pussy when she saw me start to work on him. I leaned forward slightly, 
bringing the lips of my pussy, down harder against Chuck's cock and balls, 
and then reached down to seize the big eggs and rub them against my clit. 

"Hey, let me finish it off with my hand!" Mark muttered tensely when he 
began nearing the bursting point. "I'll shoot off in your mouth but we'll 
let her watch, just so she'll know that you were really getting my cream!" 

I hated relinquishing my grip upon his cock but I could see his point. At 
that frantic, lust-exalted moment I wanted Amy to know every kind of sexual 
stimulation and to crave all the varieties of sexual pleasure. Perhaps she 
would be encouraged to try sucking a boy off, I thought, if she saw me being 
doused with the hot spray from Mark's big balls. Thus I leaned back and 
waited, watching him jack off with lightning-fast strokes. He fucked in and 
Out as I watched and the excitement mounted higher in my body. I worked 
myself back and forth at a faster clip upon Chuck's uplifted prick and 
stroked my clit harder, knowing that I too was about to cum. 

Mark beat me to the climax by a few seconds. The first jet of his hot cum 
arced against my cheek and ran down, dripping down onto my right breast; he 
adjusted his aim and directed the next frantic spurts squarely into my 
mouth. His come shot out strongly and spurted into my throat; I swallowed 
the salty cream with moans of pleasure. Then Amy cried out for him to fuck 
me in the mouth. She was now certain that he was cuming and that I was 
taking his hot juices in my mouth, so she wanted to see me getting the rich, 
warm gruel directly from the source. 

I closed my lips around his spurting prick and tongued the head of his prick 
as strongly as I could. The cum flowed out strongly and covered my tongue 
with its liquid warmth, sending a powerful shudder racing outward from my 
clit. I began cuming again, a short but violent little storm of lusty joy 
that ripped its way through my cunt with all the fury of a tornado. I 
continued to suck at Mark's big cock until I was sure that I'd taken every 
drop of his cum. When the spams within my cunt died down to a low, 
flickering murmur, I pulled away from him and looked over at Amy; she was 
still jacking off but now looked at me with wide, wondering eyes. 

"It was beautiful!" she whispered. "I wouldn't have believed that it could 
ever be so beautiful! And you took it, you took it all and drank it right 
down!" 

"It doesn't taste bad," I told her. "And after you've sucked a fellow off a 
time or two then you'll develop a real liking for it! Go ahead, why don't 
you try going down on Chuck here? I've almost got his prick worked up enough 
to cum, I think, and he'll give you a real treat!" 

"Mmmmmm, he's going to taste just like your pussy!" she murmured. "Okay, I 
think I'd love to try it. What do I do? Just lick him?" 

"That's good for a start," I told her, moving off the youth so that she 
could have ready access to his prong. "And you squeeze the head of his cock 
with your tongue, you work your head back and forth, you let him shove it as 
deep in your throat as you can, stuff like that. It won't be long, I'm sure, 
before he lets go and neatly drowns you with cum!" 

"There's no need to worry about eating it all up," Dianne added. "There's 
still Terry here, he hasn't fucked you yet but I know he's going to want to 
do it to you. So you'll have lots of chances to get that sweet little cunt 
of yours reamed out good, don't you fret about that!" 

Amy knelt beside Chuck for a moment, looking down at his huge tool with 
adoring eyes, and then bent down over him. She intended sucking him only but 
when he reached out to pull her body around she looked up in surprise. He 
motioned for her to get over him in the sixty-nine position and again she 
admitted ignorance of the act. No one, she said, had ever wanted to eat her 
pussy before-except for Carol, the suspected homosexual girl back at the 
camp-and she marveled that a handsome, studly youth like Chuck would 
actually want to lick her slit. She muttered something about it being a 
total mess but he told her that a wet, juicy pussy is the best eating of 
all, something she appeared not to believe. 

"Just get that cunt of yours up against my mouth and I'll prove it to you," 
he grunted. "Wow, I can't wait to start licking your hole out!" 

Amy straddled his face, though she did so in a very tentative fashion, as 
though she might be thinking that he would surely order her off him at any 
moment. She knew very little about Chuck, though; I could've told her that 
he would gladly devour almost any pussy. He demonstrated his veracity very 
quickly by reaching out to kiss her pussy even as she moved into place. The 
touch of his lips against that hot, inflamed flesh brought a cry of ecstatic 
surprise to her lips and she looked down between her legs as though she 
couldn't believe what was happening. Chuck was eating her slit, all 
right-Dianne and I could even hear the liquid, mushy noises his tongue made 
as he dragged it back and forth through the moist, hot furrow-and it had a 
dramatic effect upon her. 

The girl bent down over his cock, sucked it up into her mouth and started 
sucking him with a naive but genuine vigor. She might not have known very 
much about how to use her mouth and tongue with the greatest effect but her 
enthusiasm more than compensated for this shortcoming. She worked her lips 
down upon his prick and ground her face around him; Chuck began fucking into 
her mouth and anyone could have seen that he was trying with all his might 
to empty his balls into her throat. I had excited him strongly and had 
almost had him cuming in my cunt. (He told me later that had I not stiffened 
into immobility when I began cuming that last time I'd probably have brought 
him off.) 

As it was, Amy got the benefit of his excitement. Grunting furiously and 
fucking herself against his mouth, she sucked away at his cock and accepted 
his driving, twisting thrusts. Again and again he fucked into her mouth and 
then threw himself deep into her throat with a long, shuddering lunge that 
signified total completion. Even though she had been expecting him to cum, 
the first powerful jetof cream took the girl by surprise. She stiffened and 
for a moment I feared that she was going to lose her courage and pull away 
from his cock. She decided that she liked the sensation of a prick showering 
her mouth with steaming juice and she kept her mouth over his tool. I could 
see her throat working convulsively as she swallowed his load. It surprised 
me that she was able to take all his big blast but she did; when she lifted 
her face off his prick, there was not so much as a trace of cum anywhere on 
the tool's long, thick surface! 

"Oh, wow, what a kick in the guts!" she moaned, rolling off him and 
crumpling up beside him. "Man, I thought my cunt was melting and running 
down into your mouth! Mmmmmm, what a cum!" 

Dianne told her that it was good manners to kiss the face that had just 
sucked her to so strenuous a climax and she did so, turning about and lying 
over Chuck so that her nubile breasts scraped against his chest. She 
marveled at the taste of her pussy; it was far better when taken from a 
boy's lips, she said, than from her own fingers, and that was a sentiment 
that both Dianne and I could wholeheartedly accept. She then vowed that she 
was never again going to allow herself to be fucked unless her partner was 
willing to lick her slit and to allow her to return the favor. 

"If he's any kind of stud at all," Chuck told her, "he'll shoot a load of 
cum up that pretty little cunt of yours and then lick it out for you! How 
does that sound? Make you want to get it on again?" 

It did but Chuck was in no condition to carry through with the scheme. Terry 
was a different matter. He had been very quiet ever since he had shoved that 
magical wand of his into my ass with such cataclysmic effects. He had 
fingered Dianne's pussy while watching Mark fuck Amy from a standing 
position but that hadn't been a purposeful act; he was merely toying with 
her while he concentrated on watching his friend. 

Amy looked over at him and saw that he was ready. His prick loomed out at 
her and her eyes became very large when she saw its extraordinary 
dimensions. Expressing a wonder that all three boys should be hung so well, 
she moved toward him and began fondling his rod. She showed a real skill in 
handling a cock and soon had the foreskin peeled back to reveal the big, 
turnip-shaped head. We could all see that she was immensely excited at the 
prospect of having him; plainly, she was trying to make up her mind what do 
do first. Terry lay on his back and smiled arrogantly as she ran her hands 
up and down the shaft of his prick. 

After a moment she fell onto her back and spread her legs wide, asking him 
to mount and begin fucking. He refused and instead ordered her to mount him. 
Once more Amy's essential naivete showed forth; she blushed fiercely and 
told him that she knew only the one position. All her previous lovers, all 
six of them, had pressed her down onto her back and had fucked her in the 
missionary position. Terry grinned lewdly and promised her that there were 
many more wonderful ways to get pricks and cunts to working together 
harmoniously and vowed that he would demonstrate them all to her before very 
long. 

"Mmmmmm, I'll bet you've fucked every way there is," the girl whispered, 
looking over at him with adoring eyes. "And you're going to fuck me in all 
of them too, I know you are! Oooohh, I'm already looking forward to it!" 

He pulled her over on top of him so that she was kneeling above him and 
straddling his loins. She was awkward, of course, but her interest in 
fucking was very strong and her body had a naturally lithe quality which 
enabled her to master almost any kind of physical act in a short time. 
Dianne moved in to assist her in getting started-and no doubt to satisfy her 
sometimes-strong lesbian urges-and guided Terry's stiff, swollen cock up 
into the lips of the girl's pussy, which she spread with her free hand. I 
felt a surge of sexual fever in my own cunt when I saw the girl's soft, pink 
slit opening up to receive that big tool; I could almost have conceived a 
desire to lick her cunt out myself, even though my homosexual quotient is 
normally about zero. Dianne moved away as soon as she had guided 

Terry's cock into place, however, and sat back to masturbate as she watched 
them begin. 

"Mmmmm, it feels so good!" Amy exclaimed as the head of his prick slipped 
into the mouth of her cunt. "Oh, wow, it never felt this good before! Man, 
that dick of yours is stretching my cunt all out of shape!" 

"You'll get used to it," he told her. "Damn, that's the hottest little cunt 
I ever felt, almost, and it's so fucking tight! Are you sure you haven't got 
a cherry stuck up there somewhere? Oooohh, baby, shake that ass; work it 
down and fuck it all out!" 

She had no cherry-Mark's prick would already have claimed that delicacy, had 
she had one-but she fucked away as though she were eager to give him 
everything else. Terry reached down to clasp her buttocks and pull them 
apart, a tactic which would at once make her pussy tighter and stimulate the 
nerve endings in the cheeks of her ass. The move also displayed her tiny, 
wrinkled ass, a single eye winking at us from just above the opening which 
Terry's big prick completely occupied. My mind's eye immediately placed Mark 
above her, feeding his tool into her ass-hole and thus giving her double 
stimulation. Almost as soon as I had thought of this, I saw one of Terry's 
hands moving toward .the crack of her ass. He swabbed his finger down around 
the lips of her pussy for a moment and collected a thick coating of her 
pussy's lusty oils, then brought that finger up toward her ass-hole. 

Amy stopped dead when she felt his finger probing at that virginal orifice. 
She raised up slightly to look at him; he smiled in an encouraging fashion 
and worked the tip of his finger into the taut opening. She flinched but 
didn't otherwise show any indication of displeasure at the touch; T got the 
impression that she was quite ready to sample a new style of fucking and 
wanted to give it a fair trial. 

"My God, I love that!" she whispered after a moment. "And you're just 
putting your finger in there? Oh, wow, what if you were to fuck me in the 
ass with your prick? Mmmmmm, that'd send me right on out!" 

"We'll try it that way sometime," Terry told her. "But for right now, that 
cunt of yours is way too hot and tight for me to get out of it. Honey, I'm 
going to fuck that cunt of yours till the cum runs out your ears!" 

"OHHH, DO IT QUICK!" she muttered, tightening her hips and plunging down 
against him. "AGGHHH! I WANT TO FEEL YOU CUM; I WANT IT ALL OVER MY CUNT! 
UGGHHH! SHOOT IT OUT, TERRY. SHOOT YOUR BALLS OFF AND MAKE ME CUM TOO!" 

The girl seriously underestimated his ability to hold out, however. She 
began fucking at him with amazingly agile twists and grinds, snapping her 
hips back and forth like a dog shaking a rat, but the most immediate result 
was to set off an explosion of physical delirium within her own loins. By 
working her body against him so energetically, she upset her own delicate 
equilibrium and brought herself to another heaving, gasping, sobbing orgasm. 
She swayed back and forth atop him in an absolute frenzy of sexual agony. 
Dianne and I could see her pussy sliding up and down the shaft of his cock; 
her lusty arousal had spread a rich film of hot, cunty oil over the tool and 
the erotic juice flowed freely from her cunt, drenching the hair around her 
pussy and the base of his prick with liquid evidence of her overwhelming 
joy. 

"God, she cums almost as much as a man!" Dianne breathed. "Mmmmmm, I can't 
take anymore of this; I've got to have myself a cum!" 

She began working her fingers up and down her slit with new fervor. I'd have 
joined her and finger-fucked myself, no doubt, but I was much too deeply 
engrossed in the exciting spectacle taking place before my eyes. Dianne had 
only a moment or two in which to devote to her own needs; Mark saw what she 
was doing and came over to her. His cock was not totally stiff, yet it still 
looked like a wicked fucking tool, and Dianne quickly got onto her hands and 
knees to allow him an entrance from the rear. He got behind her and jacked 
himself off enough to bring his prick to the proper degree of stiffness, 
then shoved it into the quivering rim of her cunt. Dianne kept her eyes 
glued to Amy's hot, prick-stretched cunt but began fucking against him with 
a quick, writhing motion that told me that she was very ready for his tool. 

"ANNNGGHH! FUCK ME!" she panted, her voice hoarse and low. "OOOOOHHH, FUCK 
MY CUNT, FUCK ME OUT OF MY MIND!" 

Amy's climax only sharpened her appetite for Terry's big prick while leaving 
it in the same hard, hot condition it had manifested when first he shoved it 
between the lips of her pussy. She barely even paused to catch her breath 
after that cum. She continued to writhe and twist against him and with every 
minute she learned more about how to work her body around him and to make 
her sensations even more acute. She leaned over his face, dangling one 
nipple in his lips, and moaned in desperate hunger when he began nibbling at 
the dark, ripe cone of ultra-sensitive flesh; I could see her buttocks 
"tightening spasmodically as she plunged down against him faster than ever. 
His finger continued to work in and out of her ass-hole and contributed much 
more than its share to her overall excitement. 

The passionate girl fucked herself into another orgasm before she finally 
managed to get Terry to give up his sperm. She shrieked and grunted out 
fiercely as her cunt turned into hot, throbbing jelly but still he plunged 
in and out of her wet, frothy hole with the same steady, relentless 
strokes., I noticed that their strenuous fucking action had already churned 
her cunt oils into a rich foam; the creamy goo was all over the lips of her 
pussy and his prick; a ring of the stuff had gathered around the base of his 
cock, making the tool look like some kind of obscene shaft rearing up 
through a white cloud. 

"Ugghhh! Fuck it!" Terry suddenly gasped, tearing his mouth away from her 
nipple and throwing his cock into her cunt at a blinding rate of speed. 
"Mmmmm, get it on, Amy; you're tearing my balls apart! Aurrgghhh! I can't 
hold it anymore; you're fucking the cum out of me!" 

"Shoot! Shoot it all!" the girl urged, looking down at him and shaking with 
powerful waves of excited delight. "Oooohh, cum! Cream! Fuck! Cum!" 

My vantage point gave me an excellent view of the lad's big tool as it began 
spurting out that rich, scalding cloud of sperm. I saw his balls dancing in 
their hairy bag; I saw the thick vein in the base of his cock swell and grow 
as the cum coursed through it and soared out into her waiting cunt. A cry of 
anguished joy welled out of her throat when she felt the steaming spray 
rocket up against the walls of her cunt. My own body hummed and sang with a 
deep, savage elation when I saw his prick deliver his load. Knowing that Amy 
was now experiencing exactly the kind of joy which I'd grown to love so much 
in the past few days, and judging from her cries of delight that she too 
loved that unique sensation, I felt a surge of pride replace the guilt I'd 
earlier felt for turning Mark and his friends toward her. Had she hated the 
experience or been hurt by it, no doubt I'd have felt worse than ever, but 
once I saw how ecstatically she responded to their most depraved whims I 
knew that I'd only given her an opportunity to do what she had wanted to do 
all along. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The boys' attitudes suddenly changed after Amy had fucked herself out atop 
Terry's body. To be sure, she had left him almost lifeless-he swore that it 
was one of the most debilitating fucks he had ever had-but there was more to 
it than that. Mark had screwed Dianne into a grunting, gasping frenzy of 
orgiastic senselessness, shooting out another load of hot cum at the peak of 
his effort, but I felt sure that they could've been persuaded to lavish even 
further sexual attention upon us had we been allowed to stay. 

"Well, that's it for the day," Mark said when he finally pulled himself away 
from Dianne and sat back. "You girls had better be on your way. We've got 
some work to do around here and well be lucky to swing those axes at all, 
the way you've been chopping us down!" 

Amy was willing to go back to our camp, having been brought to more orgasms 
than she usually gave herself during a day, but I felt a little cheated. 
Even so, I obediently began gathering my clothes together and prepared to 
leave. I waited for Amy and, as we walked away from the clearing, I looked 
back and saw Dianne still lying on the blanket where she had toppled after 
receiving Mark's last load of cum. Amy was so wrapped up in her own private 
joy that she didn't notice my air of preoccupation, which suited me just as 
well; I wouldn't have enjoyed trying to explain to her exactly why I was 
troubled. 

"I don't guess I have to tell you not to go telling everyone in camp about 
this," I said as we neared our camp. "It wouldn't do, if all the girls were 
to know about what we'd been doing this morning." 

"Wow, I wouldn't mention it for anything," the girl said. "Why, half the 
girls here would tear down the trees getting over there if they knew how 
much prick there was to be had at that place!" 

"Oh, come now," I remarked, frowning at her levity. "Surely there aren't 
many girls here who are into sex very much!" 

"Huh, you ought to try going to sleep in our dorm some night," she grunted. 
"It's a regular symphony, every set of bedsprings in the place squeaking and 
jiggling with everybody giving their cunts a workout before they go to 
sleep!" 

I found that hard to believe but then I reflected on just how wrong I'd been 
about Amy herself. Before I'd surprised her in the shower room that 
afternoon I'd" never have even dreamed that she might harbor lustful 
inclinations, much less have already taken steps to satisfy them, and now 
I'd seen with my own eyes that she had a very lively appreciation of boys 
and their usefulness. If I could be that mistaken about this girl, I 
thought, then very--likely I was overlooking a lot of other signs too. It 
might well be the case that most of these girls were secret sex addicts, 
harboring sexual hungers within their nubile bodies which were every bit as 
pressing and urgent as my own. 

"All the same, we'd do well to keep quiet about this," I again reminded her. 
"It'd be simply awful if someone were to discover what's been going on over 
there; it might be the end of the church's camping program, for all I know." 

"Yeah, my mom'd blow all her fuses if she knew that I was out here getting 
fucked like that," Amy agreed. "Of course, she's back in town getting her 
own hole reamed out by those studs at the country club, so she's got a lot 
of room to talk!" 

I drew back at this, startled to hear so frank a condemnation uttered by the 
woman's own daughter, but Amy chattered on. I happened to know Mrs. Krueger; 
a tall, slender woman with a deep tan and a swinging, athletic carriage, she 
was one of the church's most fashionable members and had served on a 
committee with me. I frankly couldn't believe that Amy was telling the truth 
about her, though I didn't care to argue the point. 

"Oh, yeah, she's got this file of pictures in one of her dresser drawers," 
the girl continued. "I found them one day when I was trying on her panties. 
I think she must carry a Polaroid around with her and snap a shot of all the 
guys who ball her. It's just a shot of their cocks, no faces showing, but on 
the back of every shot there's a set of initials and a date, or maybe lots 
of dates-I guess they were for every time she made it with the guy-and a 
grade. Yeah, she's just like a teacher in school-she gives them A's or B's 
or whatever! One of the shots had a guy's face showing and I knew him; he's 
the tennis pro out at the club. Wow, what a dong on that guy! Honest, it's 
at least as big as the handle on a tennis racket! She had a lot of dates 
marked down for him and they were all A double plus! He must have really 
rammed it to her!" 

Unless Amy were indulging in outright falsehoods, I now saw, she might very 
well be right about her mother's free-and-easy sex life. I couldn't imagine 
that the girl was making up this frightening story but then I could hardly 
conceive of Mrs. Krueger keeping such a collection of pictures, much less 
getting into bed with the men represented there and then grading them on 
their performances. The whole matter seemed highly unlikely, whichever way I 
considered it, and I resolved to put it entirely out of my mind. 

There was another topic which I couldn't dismiss from my mind: this was 
Mark, Terry and Chuck, along with their sublimely satisfying cocks. Each 
time they fucked me, it seemed, I recovered from my post-orgasmic euphoria 
hornier than ever. One might almost have thought that they were shooting 
heroin into me rather than love cream, the way my mind and body dwelt upon 
their pricks and that exquisitely satisfying cream they lavished upon my 
cunt and mouth. Now, to make things even more difficult, I could also 
reflect upon receiving those fat, lusty prongs in my ass as well. 

I woke up the following morning and, after my first move, winced painfully. 
My entire rump ached like a sprained ankle, a reminder of the way my ass had 
been used to such delectable ends the day before. I lay there for a minute, 
wondering how I was going to move during the day, and then hit upon a 
solution: reaching out to the wooden box beside my cot that I used for a 
bedside table, I dipped a finger into the jar of cold cream sitting there 
and applied it to my sore ass. The first touch was painful indeed but the 
cool, soothing cream gradually relieved the worst of the ache. In applying 
it, however, I succeeded in arousing my own lustful impulses-they now seemed 
to lurk just beneath the surface of my skin, constantly ready to seize 
control of my body and spirit-and became so excited that I couldn't face 
getting out of bed without once more experiencing the jolting pleasure of a 
climax. I therefore masturbated before breakfast, something I hadn't done in 
several years, and only after giving my clit a thorough workout could I 
stand to get up and get dressed. 

The day passed smoothly enough, once I had released the sexual tension which 
had built up within me overnight. Amy's remarks about the lasciviousness of 
her fellow campers had deeply impressed me, though, and throughout the day I 
could hardly look at any of the girls without wondering if she had put a 
hand between her thighs and finger-fucked herself into a frenzied state of 
limpness before going to sleep the night before. After the way I'd given 
myself an ample amount of sexual pleasure before arising that morning, not 
to speak of the savage joy I'd taken in serving the boys in every way they 
demanded, I felt that I couldn't condemn any of them, no matter how much 
they had finger-fucked. 

Amy proved to be a perfect gem that day. At times in the past she had been 
an unruly child, difficult and demanding, but on this day she had a calm, 
tender air about her which made her much more enjoyable. We had no time to 
ourselves during the day-which was an extremely busy one-but I realized in 
midmorning that her new and much more pleasant attitude was undoubtedly a 
direct result of her having had access to Mark, Chuck and Terry. Finally, 
coming out of the mess hall after dinner, I encountered her on the walk 
outside and we had a few moments to ourselves. 

"Hey, when are we going back there?" she asked me. "Damn, I woke up feeling 
like a million dollars this morning but that won't last. I'm going to need 
another helping of that sweet cock before too long!" 

"I don't know," I admitted. "I'd like to go tomorrow but right now it looks 
as though it might be another bear of a day. Maybe the day after, huh?" 

"Gee, I sure hope so," she muttered. "If I've to go without a fuck for very 
long now I'm sure I'm going to have to get Carol to go down on me. And I 
hate for that little bitch to eat me; it's bad enough that she's so fat and 
has all those pimples, but I sure do hate to have to give her a dollar every 
time she licks my pussy out!" 

That really set me back and, stammering in dismay, I asked her to explain 
herself more fully. I'd heard right; young Carol had turned herself into a 
homosexual whore! For one dollar, Amy said, she would suck off any girl in 
the camp. Carol wouldn't leave the camp rich-few girls had a lot of extra 
spending money-but she would carry away a sizable wad of dollar bills. I 
felt sick upon hearing this but saw no way in which I could correct it 
without giving away Amy's part in my having detected her and this I 
emphatically didn't want to do. 

The following morning was an especially busy one and it was lunch time 
before I could give so much as a passing thought to Mark and his friends. 
Had we adhered to the every-other-day schedule which we had obtained for a 
while, this would've been my day to go back to their camp and get myself 
another "treatment," but none of them had said anything about returning at 
any specific time. Perhaps, I told myself at breakfast, one of them would 
show up during the day with an excuse for me to go over and join them for a 
time. I'd seen nothing of them by noon, however, and during the meal I found 
that I was missing them acutely. 

I was missing something else too-Amy. Looking around the mess hall, I could 
see her nowhere. An inquiry to one of my assistants revealed that she had 
left a group down by the tennis courts and had gone off into the woods for 
something; at once I began to suspect what that something was. I told my 
assistant that I was going over to the other camp to check on the progress 
the boys were making and that I'd be back in time for dinner. 

Just as I'd suspected, Amy was at the camp when I arrived, as was Dianne. 
They, along with the three boys, were entwined in one of the grossest acts 
of sexual license I had ever witnessed. Amy lay atop Mark, her back to his 
belly, and his big cock speared up to penetrate her ass-hole. Terry was on 
her, fucking into her cunt, and Dianne crouched above the girl's face, 
feeding her a mouthful of hot pussy. Chuck stood in front of Dianne; she was 
sucking his prick madly while her own slit was being tongued with a rare 
thoroughness by the young girl! My stomach turned almost upside down when I 
saw the completeness with which they had already turned her into a willing 
slave to their lustful desires. 

I could see the look of ecstatic pleasure on Amy's face as she sucked away 
at Dianne's depraved pussy; that, and the joyous way she wriggled her loins 
against Mark and Terry were enough to tell me that she hadn't had to be 
forced into this awful act. I felt a sense of outrage swelling up within my 
breast when I saw them all locked together, writhing and twisting away in an 
effort to satisfy their most perverted whims, and I darted into the clearing 
enraged. Let us be honest, though, and admit the full truth: there was 
another aspect of my fury, my own livid jealousy of the girl! I recognized 
even then that I wished they had joined together to do those things to me; 
I'd even have eaten Dianne's pussy if only I could've had the fantastic 
pleasure of receiving both Mark and Terry into my ass-hole and cunt at the 
same time. 

"Hey, look what came storming up!" Chuck muttered, never removing his cock 
from Dianne's hot, greedy mouth. "Just hold on a minute there, honey, and 
pretty soon we'll make a place for you too!" 

"You bastards!" I stormed. "You utter, filthy bastards! That's the only 
reason you even bothered fucking me at all, just so you could find out the 
name of some young piece over at my camp! You were only using me!" 

"Now that's not so," Chuck assured me. "Sure, we wanted to get one of those 
hot young cunts over here, but we liked balling you too!" 

The tone of sincerity in his voice, as well as the . open lust in his eyes, 
did something to mollify me but still I fumed and raged at them for their 
deviousness. I had no doubt that they had somehow enticed Amy to their camp 
that day and I flamed with rage at the thought of not being selected myself. 
The rampant sexuality in the atmosphere soon had its effect on me, however, 
and before long I'd removed my clothes and was fingering my pussy as I 
watched them carry out their licentious scheme. 

I could hardly believe that a girl as young as Amy was actually being fucked 
in the cunt and ass-hole at the same time. A look behind Terry's ass assured 
me that it was so; his thighs were spread enough that I could see both those 
big cocks spearing into the girl's loins at the same time. 

Furthermore, they were fucking her deeply-each boy had nearly all his prick 
sheathed in her flesh and it was a stirring sight indeed. Moving around, I 
could see that the girl was also licking Dianne's slit with a greedy 
thoroughness that made me wonder about the sincerity with which she had 
condemned Carol, my own camp's resident pussy eater. Her tongue was darting 
up and down the furrow of Dianne's slit, probing into her cunt and then 
reaching up to flick her clit; Dianne was helping by grinding herself 
against the girl's face with a slow, weaving motion that must've been 
utterly delightful. 

As I watched, Mark gave a small, weak cry of distress and began fucking his 
cock into the girl's ass-hole at a much faster clip. She screamed out 
against Dianne's pussy, a shrill cry of agonized joy, and began shaking her 
hips with violent energy. I felt my own clit begin swelling and pounding 
heavily as I saw Mark begin shooting his load into the girl's ass. She 
became a perfect little animal when she felt his cum shooting deep into her 
bowel; like me, she had one of those super-sensitive ass-holes that 
registers every twitch of a man's cock with heart-rending exactness. Terry 
began fucking faster too and soon he added his own hearty blast of steaming 
cream to her cunt. Dianne writhed and twisted against her face, though in 
her lavish excitement she had stopped sucking, and soon only Chuck was left 
without a climax. 

"Bend over!" he told me when Dianne, convulsed by a wave of orgiastic 
delight, fell away from his lust-swollen prick. "Bend over and get ready for 
it!" 

Fortunately I was very excited, though Chuck didn't bother to determine this 
before giving his command. He intended using me simply as a convenience, a 
repository for his lust; there was nothing affectionate or personal in his 
desire for me. For him I became simply cunt and nothing more. My pussy 
condition had deteriorated too far into hot, passionate arousal for me to 
argue with him and I bent far forward at the waist. He came up behind me, 
spreading his legs to get his cock lower for the entrance, and thrust up 
into my waiting slit. Naturally my pussy resisted him at first. Being bent 
over so far meant that the opening's diameter was tremendously reduced and 
thus far more difficult to penetrate. Far from dismaying him, this 
difficulty actually incited him into even more brutal efforts. Giving a 
hearty grunt and a fierce, thrusting lunge, he reared up and took me by 
force alone. My cunt's mouth parted with the greatest reluctance; I'm sure 
that he would've ripped me apart had the opening not given way of its own 
accord. 

"Agghh-owwwww!" I moaned almost toppling forward when I felt that massive 
tool plowing deep. "Unngghhh! My God, you're killing me! You're tearing me 
open!" 

"Shut up and keep still!" he barked out. "That's the way I want it, just the 
way. it is now! Mmmmm, your cunt's tighter than ever! Oh, baby, am I ever 
getting ready to shoot a load of cream up your funnel!" 

Thus I became the outlet for the passions which Dianne and Amy had raised. 
It was a poor substitute for fucking, or so I thought at first; I missed the 
growing excitement of bringing a man to a state of panting readiness and 
getting there myself. I condemned myself for being so weak as to allow 
myself to be used in this shameful, degrading fashion but after a moment 
those doubts passed completely away. Chuck's big cock saw to that; he worked 
it into me with a slow, deliberate pace that soon had me aware only of its 
presence in my cunt. 

His cock filled me with passionately throbbing sensations and before he had 
sunk even half that lovely rod into my flesh I felt the beginnings of a 
mighty climax taking form deep inside my womb. He fucked me with the same 
steady beat and as the tool speared deeper he succeeded in triggering the 
lusty blast of sexual turmoil. My climax made no difference to him; he was 
interested only in shooting his balls off and concentrated entirely upon 
that objective. It made no difference to me, since I was so fully aroused 
that I could enjoy his prick no matter how he shoved it into me or for what 
purpose. like him, I'd become a mindless fucking machine and cared only for 
my own pleasure. 

Once he had fucked himself into a pitch of high excitement he changed his 
tactics and became more interested in me. He pulled away from me, ordering 
me to fall upon my knees and finish him with my mouth. I was entirely 
willing to suck him off, especially since my cunt had just reverberated to 
so thrilling a series of lusty vibrations, and I quickly moved to serve him 
as he wished. His cock had that warm, wet feel that I loved so much; the 
taste of my own sex upon his flesh only made it even more delicious to my 
depraved taste buds. I forced my mouth far down his prick and curled my 
tongue around it in a sensual way that, I knew, would exert the maximum 
force upon him. I concentrated on running the tip of my tongue along the 
bottom of his cock's head and into the deep valley between the head and the 
shaft. He worked his prick in and out of my mouth harder, holding my head in 
his trembling hands, and I caressed his balls as I sucked. 

I felt my clit begin pounding once more in a short but effective wave of 
orgiastic triumph when his prick swelled up and began pumping hot cream into 
my throat. The juice spurted out strongly, flooding my mouth with its salty 
flavor; I shuddered with delicious pleasure when the thick, sticky gruel 
jetted over my tongue and washed every portion of my mouth with hot, liquid 
lust. My brain reeled as the utterly sensual taste of his cum infected my 
senses with lusty desire and, without even touching my pussy, my climax 
poured out. 

"Oh, wow, these guys are out of sight!" Amy murmured to me after Mark and 
Terry had peeled themselves off her. "Who'd ever have thought your ass-hole 
could feel like that? Mmmmm, I bet I'm going to be sore tomorrow! It felt 
like three or four guys were balling me all at once!" 

My resentment of the girl abated somewhat once I'd been fucked; Chuck's 
prick seemed to remove most of my envy and to restore a semblance of balance 
and sanity to my mind. I agreed with her that a prick in the ass-hole can do 
wonders for a woman's body. Dianne had fallen onto Terry's prick as soon as 
he had pulled it out of the girl's cunt and was now lavishing kisses upon it 
with a rabid energy which told me that her own desires were far from 
satisfied. Amy was lifeless, she couldn't even move once she had slipped 
down onto the blanket beneath them. I could see her pussy and the dual 
stream of love juice which seeped from the openings the boys had used so 
vigorously; for a moment I felt an absurd desire to get over her and lick 
Terry's cum from her ass myself. I managed to put down that impulse by 
reminding myself that I wasn't so depraved that I could actually engage in 
perverted sexual pleasure with a girl assigned to my own camp. 

Amy had arrived at the camp of her own volition, they told me; she had 
decided to take it upon herself to visit the boys and see if they were still 
as hot for her lithe young body as they had been on the previous occasion 
that she had seen them. Of course, they were willing to take time out from 
their play with Dianne, who had also slipped away to spend a few lustful 
hours at the camp, and gradually they had excited the poor girl to a point 
where she was ready to try anything they suggested. Upon being reminded of 
how strongly she had responded earlier to a finger inserted into her ass 
while she was being fucked in the normal manner, she had eagerly accepted 
their suggestion that she be made into a "sex sandwich." Once Mark and Terry 
had gotten their big tools firmly planted in her body and had fucked her 
into a state of dizzy bliss, she said, she had found it quite easy to begin 
licking Dianne's hot little slit; the act was simply another form of sexual 
expression, and at that time, had seemed entirely natural. 

"Maybe I'm going to turn into another Carol," she said with a giggle. "But I 
don't think so; I like to feel guys balling me too much for that. And I've 
got a feeling that she only sucks girls because she can't get any boys to 
spread her legs out for her. If she weren't such a perfect little snot and 
so fat and ugly she'd probably be balling guys every chance she got." 

I couldn't help wondering if perhaps there was not some truth to her 
analysis of Carol's condition. I was in no shape to attempt solving that 
girl's problems, however, and I filed the thought away for possible use 
later on. For the moment I preferred to concentrate on my own problems: 
seeing Dianne sucking away at Terry's wet prick, as well as the creamy 
evidence of Amy's own well-fucked pussy, was giving me a considerable amount 
of excitement and I knew that Chuck hadn't done a very thorough job of 
satisfying me. 

Mark had caught the excitement too and was already kneeling behind Dianne. 
He shoved his cock, still hard and lovely, deep into her cunt and then 
transferred it to her ass-hole. She groaned with special feeling when she 
felt her ass being spread wide by that huge tool and she began mouth-fucking 
Terry with a great deal more intensity. She whipped her face around his 
prick and attacked the rod like a caged animal falling upon a slab of meat 
thrown to it; I'd never seen anyone sucking a prick with quite that degree 
of feverish concentration. She grabbed the shaft of his cock with both 
hands-there was enough to allow her to grip him as though his tool were a 
baseball bat and still leave the head and an inch or two of the shaft for 
her mouth to enjoy-and began a twisting, masturbatory action that must've 
been exquisitely torturous for him. She swayed from side to side as Mark 
skewered her ass and soon she was shuddering all over, driven into a furious 
storm of lusty climactic joy. 

Chuck roused himself from the brief lethargy which had settled over him once 
he had shot off his balls into my mouth. He went for Amy and she gave only a 
token protest as he settled over her, guiding his prick into the lips of 
her. pussy; the remnants of Terry's cum were still dribbling from those 
exquisitely molded lips and staining her pussy a bright, creamy color. He 
sheathed his cock in that juicy little hole and drove it deep, bringing a 
groan of hearty approval to the girl's throat. 

"I thought maybe I'd dip my wick in that hole of yours for a while," he told 
her, "and after it's soaked up all that cream Terry laid on you, then you 
might want to suck it for me. Think you'd like to eat me after I've bathed 
my prick in a cuntful of hot come?" 

"Oh, man, it sounds like heaven!" Amy murmured, lurching up at him with her 
hips and grunting as she felt his cock piercing deeper into her tender meat. 
"Yeah, I'll eat you; I'll lick all the cum off your prick and then I'll suck 
some more out of your balls! I think I'm going to like that a lot!" 

Once again I was left without a lover and had to watch that lascivious 
quintet work out their passions among themselves. I didn't like being 
omitted from their lustful play but there was nothing I could do about it. 
After a moment, though, I decided to take second best and I squatted over 
Terry's face, lowering my pussy down to his mouth and forcing it upon him. 
He inhaled deeply of the ripe scent of aroused sexuality coming from my slit 
and began licking me with soft, tender strokes. I grunted out 
enthusiastically and started working my loins against his face, eager to 
release the pent-up emotions which had been gathering inside my womb. I was 
almost ready to come, I fully believe, when I suddenly realized that Terry 
was eating me with only a halfhearted zeal. His slow, tonguing caresses 
hadn't picked up any in intensity and if anything were even slower and more 
lackadaisical. He was much more interested in what Dianne was doing to his 
prick than in what he could do to my pussy and that thought took away much 
of the pleasure I felt as he worked his tongue back and forth over my slit. 
Even so it was better than what my fingers would do and though I felt 
greatly put out with him I continued to work against him as hard as I could. 
I managed to make myself cream but that is a very accurate description of my 
climax: I made it happen, he merely supplied me with a mouth and an 
occasional tongue to rub my pussy against. I got off him after the orgasm 
had ebbed from my cunt and felt more dissatisfied than ever. I also felt 
more disturbed, since this made the second time that day that I'd received 
only passing attention from the boys. 

Dianne managed to suck Terry into a climax and she enjoyed it to the hilt, 
helped along by the way Mark shoved his prick in and out of her ass-hole. I 
envied her that; my own ass felt almost as aroused as my pussy had ever done 
and I knew that if only one of them would mount me in that fashion I'd be 
able to cum with magnificent fervor. None of them showed any interest in 
doing so, however. Chuck had now slipped his prick out of Amy's juicy little 
cunt and had straddled her face in order to feed the stiff rod into her 
mouth. She sucked it noisily and gave every indication of loving it with a 
wild, consuming passion. 

We spent nearly a half hour lying on the blankets doing absolutely nothing 
after they had all finished their respective courses. I was angry and 
baffled at the way they were treating me, as though I were an article of 
clothing to be put on and cast off whenever the wearer chose, but I knew 

Mark and his friends too well to believe that pleas for consideration would 
get me anything but their scorn. They appeared not to notice my sour, 
disgruntled attitude and I sulked in solitary splendor. 

Amy continued to amaze me with her frank, open interest in sexuality. Once 
the first barrier had been breached,, she proved to have no inhibitions at 
all and absolutely no reluctance in making her lewdest fantasies into 
reality. She loved having her pussy eaten, for example, and utilized her 
slender, lithe body to bring this about in a way that left me breathless 
with envy and excitement. After recovering from the joy which had earlier 
possessed her, she snuggled up close to Chuck in a reversed position. She 
lay with her back to his belly but twisted her face about so that she could 
again mouth his cock. At first he lay there quietly and took it but then he 
became more ambitious. 

The cheeks of her ass were only a foot or so away from his face and he 
extended a hand to touch them. She parted her thighs readily and within 
another minute he was fingering her cunt and stroking her pussy in a way 
that made her mouth work harder against his cock. Interested in their play, 
I moved about so that I could see his fingers working against her hot little 
slit. My heart gave an excited throb when I saw his fingers spreading the 
outer lips wide; the soft, pink inner lips rose up like the petals of a 
rose. The flesh glowed brightly with her cunt's moist flow of liquid; it was 
one of the most delicious-looking objects imaginable. I could see now why 
men often search out very young girls for their sexual pleasure-it wouldn't 
have taken very much prodding to have brought my own lips down to that 
fragrant, juicy slit! 

Growing more aroused by the action of her depraved little mouth, Chuck 
pulled her ass toward his face. She quickly adjusted herself to give his 
mouth free access to that fervent little valley of hot, youthful lust. He 
held her thighs apart with his hands and began licking her in a way that 
made my own cunt knot up into a ball of hard, quivering excitement. His 
tongue skated up and down her crack, moving all the way from her ass-hole to 
her clit and back again, and the girl lurched against him in a way which 
told me that she was feeling his tongue with every fiber of her body's 
nervous system. 

She continued sucking him, however, and soon had his prick brought to a 
fine, throbbing cockstand. Chuck's tongue continued to play up and down the 
swollen slit and to bring more and more fervent lunges from her hips. I was 
sure that he was going to bring her off, and perhaps shoot another load of 
his cum into her mouth as well, but after continuing this fascinating 
exercise for a time he pushed her away and told her to turn about so he 
could shove his prick into her cunt. 

"Oh, wow, was I ever going there for a while!" she exclaimed. "Man, I 
thought sure I was going to pop one off right in your mouth! And maybe get a 
mouthful of that cream too!" 

"Yeah, I was close," he agreed, "but I got this urge to shoot it up your 
cunt. Why don't you just lay there on your side, huh? I'll sneak up here 
behind you and see if maybe you don't like it dog-fashion too." 

Their position was essentially identical to what it would've been had they 
been fucking in that fashion. The only difference was this: they were lying 
on their sides instead of being in an upright position. Amy brought her 
knees up toward those lovely little breasts and lifted her upper thigh, 
completely opening herself to him. Chuck moved in behind her and brought his 
stiff cock to bear against her slit; he rubbed the swelling, naked head up 
and down the lathered lips of her pussy for a moment and then pressed it 
between them. I couldn't suppress a small cry of elated joy when I saw that 
huge prong split her flesh and dive into the tiny opening between those 
incredibly beautiful lips; I was participating so fully in their fuck that I 
could almost feel his prick going into my own cunt. 

Amy thrust back against him and reached down to clasp his cock as it drove 
deeper into her hot little body. She pressed the lips of her pussy up hard 
against the thick shaft, shuddering at the thrill this gave her, and then 
began stabbing at her clit with a stiffened forefinger. Chuck reached over 
her arm to cup one of her delicately molded little breasts; he squeezed the 
nipple hard and brought a gasping moan of pain to her lips. Her face 
contorted into a paroxysm of anguished joy and she lunged back against him 
harder than ever. 

"Mmmmmm, that's the way to fuck!" she panted breathlessly. "Ooooohh, that 
cock's all the way up to my heart almost! It's so good, so fucking good; it 
makes me want to fuck forever! Ooohh, Chuck, don't ever stop fucking me; I 
couldn't live without a big, hard cock like yours!" 

"Keep on jerking that ass back against me," he muttered, giving her dark, 
stiff nipple another tweak. "Yeah, you know what to do with a prick, you 
sure do! Unngghh! That's the way to get my balls worked up good; you'll have 
all that cum shooting up your cunt in a minute!" 

Amy's face settled into a study in fierce concentration as she set her mind 
on working her cunt around him in a way that would make his balls erupt into 
a perfect storm of lusty joy. His fingers continued to knead her nipple and 
I shuddered when I thought of the agonizing pleasure that must be giving 
her. She twisted and writhed against him with far more expression than I 
could ever have managed, had I been caught in such an unpromising position, 
and soon she grunted out in a shrill, strangled way that could mean only one 
thing. 

"ANNGGGHH-OWWWWWW!" she wailed, shuddering heavily and throwing herself 
against Chuck with heaving lunges. "OOOOHH, CUM! SHOOT! CREAM! UGGHHH! OHHH, 
FUCK IT OUT OF ME, FUCK THE CUM OUT OF MY CUNT!" 

Chuck answered with a series of darting thrusts that sent more of his big, 
hard cock slicing deeper into her hot cunt. She held herself against him, 
quivering ecstatically, and then felt the first tremors of his cock as he 
prepared an answering blast of his own. He grunted ferociously when his 
balls gave up their first hot spurt of semen and Amy shrieked madly as his 
prick directed the scalding jet into the depths of her cunt. She gave a 
twisting, driving lunge backward against his loins and clawed at her pussy 
with a hot, mad fury that left no doubt as to her enjoyment of the climax. 
Chuck kept on pushing his prick into her cunt and continued spurting out 
that hot cream; she moaned feverishly each time the big rod pumped another 
jet of the scalding cum into her throbbing cunt. Her hands reached down to 
close over his balls and she fondled those big eggs as they worked, inciting 
them to surrender even more of their load; Chuck pressed harder against her 
and buried the remainder of his cock in her flesh. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Mark touching me. His cock 
rose out like a gigantic sword. When I saw that he wanted to plant it in my 
flesh I felt a thrill of pride and anticipation running throughout my loins, 
infecting the region with arousal of the highest order; he motioned for me 
to get on my back and I did so quickly. After catching up my legs in front 
of his arms and lifting my rump high, he nodded for me to plant his prick in 
my slit. I reached down and spread the lips as I brought the thick rod into 
place. Never had I wanted a cock more acutely and never had one felt as big 
and hard as his did at that moment. I grunted out an oath of delighted 
pleasure when I felt his big tool flatten the lips of my pussy and drive 
them inward, mashing them down into the mouth of the cunt itself. 

My long period of arousal ensured that the entire area had a rich coating of 
that cunty lubricant and thus his rod slid into my cunt without difficulty. 
When I looked down between our bodies I could see his thick staff connecting 
us; it looked for a moment as though that big rod of hard muscle had grown a 
thick fluff of hair at both ends. He worked his cock further into my body 
with an easy, twisting thrust and then pulled it out until only the head 
remained in place. I wiggled my hips from side to side and quivered with 
joy. The rim of my cunt settled into place just behind the head of that 
tool, giving me a very effective grip on him; the wiggling motion made my 
cunt slip and slide around the most sensitive portion of that big tool. It 
also made my own flesh tremble with eagerness to complete the act. 

"Ahhhh! What a way to fuck!" I groaned, unable to hold back my relish for 
his presence in my body. "It's making me want to cum already!" 

"Reach down there and give yourself a hand job too!" he muttered. "Give that 
pussy a fingerfucking!" 

I hesitated only a moment before slipping my right hand between our bodies. 
Mark leaned up, pulling his torso away from mine, and peered down to watch 
as I began jacking myself off. After stroking my clit for a moment and 
feeling some powerful darts of sexual joy rush outward from that stiff 
little peg, I extended the other, hand too and began pressing the lips of my 
pussy against the shaft of his prick. Of course I was thinking about Amy and 
the way she had done this when Chuck had first thrust his cock into her; I 
found that she had had a very sound idea and that the pressure made my pussy 
throb even harder. Quivering excitedly, I jacked off more strenuously and 
added some slow, twisting grinds with my rump. The head of his prick twisted 
about in the mouth of my cunt, amazingly like a ball bearing in its seat, 
and I knew that I wouldn't be able to stand much of that agonizingly acute 
sensation. 

Mark held his cock in me like that, with only the head penetrating the rim 
of my cunt, until I began to cum. When I gasped out with joy and began 
quivering excitedly, he then started fucking me with those long, lunging 
strokes that brought the head of his prick slicing deep into my cunt. This 
sudden, unexpected penetration immediately transformed me entirely. When I 
felt his big prick boring deep into my flesh I also felt my climax shifting 
into high gear and zooming up to a new, much more all-encompassing level. 
The waves of orgiastic frenzy rapidly spread throughout my body and infected 
me with a quivering, shuddering madness that completely took possession of 
me. 

Just as my climax had reached its peak and started tapering off into that 
long, gentle decline into euphoric contentment Mark's balls erupted. He had 
been fucking strenuously all the while, of course, and now his constant 
thrusting paid off. Grunting out a ferocious oath, he lunged into me and 
slammed his cock into the depths of my cunt. I tightened my cunt's grip 
around him as best I could and swung my ass from side to side. His balls 
were resting snugly against my ass-hole and I continued to rub my pussy with 
my fingers; his sudden drive inward had caught my fingers between our 
bodies. When his cock bulged out in that incomparably exciting way and 
blasted the first spine-tingling jet of come into my aroused flesh I felt my 
climax reverse itself and begin building up pressure once more. His cock 
continued to squirt those lovely balls of liquid fire into my cunt until I 
felt as though I were being flooded with hot cream. 

"AinEEEE!" I whimpered, stirred to the bottom of my soul. "OOOOHH, YOU'RE 
CUMING! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN! UNNGGHHH!" 

I felt that compelling sense of completeness, the awareness of my own 
fulfillment, as his big cock emptied the steaming contents of his balls into 
my greedy hole. A feeling of the utmost happiness spread outward from my 
cunt and clit. I continued to weave around his prick, well aware that the 
big rod was resting in a pool of warm, thick cream, and shuddered as my body 
began the long, gentle slide back to a state of rest. He released my legs 
and I extended them around him as he gradually eased himself down onto my 
body. I accepted his weight gratefully and rubbed my breasts against his 
chest in an effort to extract the last possible bit of pleasure from his 
closeness to me. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

That encounter with the boys, when I went in search of Amy and found her 
locked into a pattern of perverted fucking, set the tone for the remainder 
of my contact with them. They more and more obviously concentrated all their 
attention upon Dianne and Amy, whose sweet young flesh and boundless, 
uninhibited appetites for fucking and sucking attracted their basest 
desires, and came to regard me as a mere convenience. They made no 
suggestions concerning my return to their campsite, nor did they tell me not 
to appear there; their attitude seemed to be one of great indifference. 
Whenever I visited them to check on their progress with their work-and I 
still made a conscientious effort to implement the project that they had 
begun, even though I often used it merely as an excuse to visit them and 
hope that I'd get fucked-they would usually turn to me at some time and 
order me to serve them in some abandoned, depraved fashion. 

More and more I came to want this treatment, even though I knew that I meant 
nothing to them. I found a curious pleasure in being used, in turning my 
cunt or mouth or ass-hole over to them for their pleasure, and as they took 
full possession of whatever opening they chose to use in my body I felt a 
deep thrill of erotic joy begin pulsing throughout my body. At times, when 
Dianne's latent lesbian tendencies were especially strong, she would order 
me to prostrate myself before her so that she could amuse herself with my 
pussy. She especially liked to combine both aspects of her sexual makeup and 
run her tongue through the lips of my pussy after one of the boys had 
saturated my cunt with his hot cream; she vowed time and time again that 
love juice was always better when sipped from a woman's slit and proved it 
often enough with me. She always wanted me to play the passive role and I 
came to see that she derived her peculiar pleasure from copying the man's 
part in sucking; she had no interest whatever in rubbing her own pussy 
against my face, a trait for which I was thankful since that practice had 
little appeal for me. I loved the taste of cunt on a hard, juice-dripping 
prick but tasting the honeyed musk at its source had no attraction for me. 

July 4th came on a weekend that summer and almost every parent of a girl at 
the camp took advantage of the long weekend to visit. Pastor Bockhaus, 
Terry's father, and most of the church's board members were also present for 
the gala weekend; we had planned a small program for the morning of the 
holiday and a giant picnic for the remainder of the day. Thus there were 
about five hundred people at the camp for that weekend, counting campers, 
parents and church officials. Mark and the boys were on their best behavior 
when I took Pastor Bockhaus and the board members over to the campsite to 
show them how the new site was taking shape. They were all suitably 
impressed and complimented us on our diligent adherence to duty. Dianne was 
nowhere to be seen. The boys had warned her to stay away for the weekend. Of 
course she and Amy had prepared for the period by spending an entire day at 
the camp, during which they had fucked and sucked the boys until their cocks 
hung down limply and absolutely refused to rise again. I'd been there for 
part of that frantic sexual feast and had seen the way they all sought to 
deplete themselves of every vestige of sexual desire before the three-day 
period of abstinence set in. It was almost as if they were trying to store 
up orgasmic pleasure upon which they could draw when they needed it and I 
was reminded of the habits of bears and other animals who gorge during the 
summer in order to survive the long period of hibernation. 

A large part of the group that had gathered at my camp for the holiday 
festivities took advantage of the cool lake during the afternoon. The lake 
was a gently sloping shelf leading out to its center and thus one could wade 
out for a considerable distance, perhaps a third of a mile, before getting 
into water more than five feet deep. I had paddled out to the float in the 
center of the lake, rested and started back in when I heard a familiar 
whistle from my left. Looking over that way, I saw Terry standing in water 
that came up to his chest; he motioned with his head for me to join him. I 
did so and found that he had decided he couldn't wait until the parents and 
church officials had left before satisfying his lustful urges. When I came 
to a halt beside him, the impudent youth took my hand and pulled it under 
water, guiding it down to his loins; I felt him and found that he had pulled 
off his trunks and was now completely naked. His prick soared out in that 
wonderfully exciting way, big and hard with lust, and at once I knew what he 
wanted with me. 

"You're insane!" I gasped, trying to pull my hand away but failing, due to 
the strength of his grip. "You can't be serious! We can't fuck here, not 
with all those people watching!" 

I became tremendously aware of the crowd of parents and campers gathered on 
the shore of the lake; they were two or three hundred yards away but to me 
at that moment they seemed to be only inches from me, "Sure, that'll make it 
a lot better," Terry said, grinning lewdly. "Come on, look around you here: 
there's nobody even close to us except Mark and Chuck, and they've got Amy 
and Dianne with them. And you just know that pair of hot-assed cunts aren't 
going to stand there and admire the scenery! Think what a blast it'll be, 
you getting ' your cunt reamed out right here in front of all those people 
and they won't even have the slightest idea what's happening!" 

Suddenly the audacity of his proposal struck me and I felt a shudder of 
sexual desire fluttering through my cunt. Looking around, I saw that he was 
right: Dianne, who had come over to visit for the day-at least that was the 
ostensible purpose of her presence there-was with Chuck and Amy was with 
Mark. They looked to be standing close to each other. Both couples were 
standing still, or so it appeared, but suddenly I knew with a compelling 
certainty that they were both being fucked before my very eyes. That 
knowledge made my cunt flare up into a hot, throbbing inferno of lusty 
arousal. I turned to Terry, sick with disgust at my body's weakness but also 
firm in my resolution to join them in their vulgar form of amusement. 

Terry had me remove the bottom half of my bathing suit and hold onto it. He 
had his own trunks gripped tightly in his left hand-we would've been lost 
for sure if we had let those garments drift away-and he pulled me toward 
him. I backed into place, since an entrance from the rear seemed to be the 
most practicable under the circumstances, and brushed the cheeks of my ass 
up against his incredibly hard cock. The heated presence of that fierce tool 
against my cool flesh made me shiver with anticipation. I leaned forward 
slightly and he bellied up to my rump, lowering himself in order to get the 
head of his cock pointed up at the correct angle for penetrating the mouth 
of my cunt. 

I would've thought that the water would've greatly facilitated that big 
tool's entrance into my body. Instead, I discovered that the water tended to 
wash away the cunty lubricant my excitement produced and thus his prick only 
managed to dive into place after scraping harshly against the tender, 
outraged flesh comprising the slit's entrance. He persisted, however, and, 
after nearly killing me, he succeeded in getting the swollen head of his 
prick lodged in my body. We allowed it to stay there for a moment and soon 
it collected enough of that hot musk to grease its way deeper. 

A water fuck, I quickly learned, is a far different matter from the same act 
performed outside of the water. Our buoyancy meant that every strong thrust 
lifted us off the lake's bottom and set us adrift in the water, thereby 
making it impossible for us to thrust and grind against each other at full 
power as we would do if we were on a solid surface. It was the first time 
I'd ever been fucked :n the water and I had a great deal of difficulty in 
learning how to cope with my near-weightlessness. Terry had had a couple of 
girls in water before-he told me that one afternoon he, Mark and Chuck had 
all fucked Dianne in quick succession while standing in another part of the 
lake and he gave me some helpful pointers in how to cope with the new 
environment. 

"Just relax and lean up against me," he said after I'd failed several times 
to get a good, consistent fucking motion under way. "Let the waves work us 
back and forth; they'll make my dick slip in and out enough to let a lot of 
real nice things happen. And you can reach down and give yourself a little 
finger work too-that'll help bring you off quicker if you really want to let 
out a big cum." 

Of course, that is exactly what I wanted. There have been times when I was 
satisfied to feel a prick bulging the walls of my cunt out into a perfect 
replica of the tool, when I could take a sufficient satisfaction in feeling 
my partner fuck back and forth and work his balls into a state of ecstatic 
eruption. This wasn't one of those times: I wanted to work my pussy against 
him, forcing his thick cock to slide back and forth in my cunt and fuck me 
into a state of near-prostration. I wanted to feel my cunt rocking under the 
blows of my climax. 

I found it difficult at first to make myself obey the laws of the watery 
environment in which we stood. The habits I'd long ago acquired and which 
I'd reinforced during the times I'd had Mark, Terry or Chuck ramming their 
big cocks into me were hard to overcome. Eventually I managed to coordinate 
my efforts with the gentle flow of the lake's currents and then I could 
indeed see the unique marvels of fucking while neck-deep in water. I reached 
back with my legs, gripping Terry's thighs firmly, and allowed myself to 
float against him. Without moving hardly at all, the water's recurrent 
pressure caused him to sway back and forth; every one of those gentle 
movements caused his prick to move very slightly within my cunt. When I 
added my fingers to the total stimulation I was receiving and began stroking 
my lust-inflamed clit, I could see that it wr CV I't take me very long to 
cum. 

"Yeah, that's the way, just let the water do your fucking for you," Terry 
murmured softly. "Don't worry about anyone coming up; I'll keep an eye out 
and if somebody else comes close I'll let you know in plenty of time. I want 
to get my balls to pumping, sure, but I damned sure don't want to get caught 
out here. Dad'd raise holy hell if he knew that I was out here packing your 
cunt for you!" 

"Omigod, it's so good!" I gasped, tightening the grip of my legs and working 
harder against him; once I'd gotten the hang of fucking this way I found 
that very slight movements of my hips could produce excruciatingly 
delightful sensations within my cunt. "MMM, IT FEELS LIKE YOUR COCK'S RIGHT 
UP AGAINST MY HEART! OOOOOOHH, TERRY, I'M SO FULL OF COCK, SO FULL OF YOUR 
HOT PRICK! UGGHH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME ALL THE WAY; MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER!" 

"I'll fuck you," he promised, pulling my hips back harder against him and 
grinding his loins against mine until I thought I'd shriek with joy. "I'll 
shoot so much cum up your cunt I'll make you float! Agghhh! Grind that pussy 
down on me, honey; work it around my cock!" 

For all I know every one of those five hundred people, more or less, who 
were present might've been watching me cum when I squirmed against Terry's 
hot prick and ground the lips of my pussy against that thick, rock-hard 
shaft. It didn't matter to me-I was possessed completely by my own fervent 
arousal and sought only to release the knotted bands of sexual hunger that 
were wrapped around my womb and cunt. Terry's big prick drove deep into my 
flesh and soon untied those bands. I gritted my teeth to keep from shrieking 
with delight as a solid sheet of pleasure, so strong as to be blinding and 
paralyzing, suddenly erupted from deep within my cunt. The youth's cock 
began to jump and leap about in a mad frenzy of erotic delight at the same 
time and as my love bud hummed with an angry zeal I felt him begin filling 
my cunt with his scalding cream. 

" ANNNNGGGHH! UHHHH!" I grunted. "MMMMMM!" 

"AHHH, I FEEL YOUR CUNT SQUEEZING MY COCK!" he groaned, lurching against me 
in a mad effort at getting even more of that stupendous tool into mv flesh. 
"UNNGGHHH! YOU'RE MILKING ME WITH YOUR CUNT; YOU'RE FUCKING THE BALLS OFF 
ME!" 

There may have been times when I have felt a man's climax with a more 
penetrating clarity but if so I don't recall them. The water seemed to make 
my inner flesh even more attentive to every twitch of his rod and, as the 
steaming jets of hot cream shot against the walls of my cunt I jerked about 
convulsively. Each time that his cock pulsed, expelling another wad of that 
incredibly stirring blast, I quivered from head to foot and moaned with 
wild, animating joy. I continued to fuck myself against him and to stab at 
my clit with my fingers, making my climax last far longer than usual, and I 
continued to do so until long after his balls had surrendered their last 
drop of cum. 

"Ooohh, I can't stand up!" I muttered weakly when I released the grip of my 
legs upon his. "You've fucked the life out of me!" 

I soon recovered enough strength to be able to stand, however, and then he 
pulled away from me and removed his prick from my cunt. I moaned softly when 
I felt that beautiful piece of fucking machinery slip out of my flesh. He 
told me to look down into the water and watch the love juice dripping from 
my cunt and I did so. The lake was very clear and I could see almost to the 
bottom. At first my cunt refused to give up its charge of cream but then I 
reached between my legs and inserted two fingers into the numbed slit, 
prying it apart. I gave an involuntary moan of shocked surprise when the 
lake water, much cooler than the interior of my cunt, rushed into that 
boiling cavity; once the shock had passed I discovered that the sudden 
influx of cooler water had a peculiarly erotic effect on me. Had I been 
aroused at that moment, I might very well have had another orgasm then and 
there but as it was I had no feeling of hunger at all. I saw the first blob 
of his cum seeping out; it rose up in front of me and drifted away, a 
lonely, convoluted cloud of milky white cream. Further blobs soon appeared 
and then I slipped on the bottom of my bathing suit. 

Terry stayed beside me for a moment and then began wading toward Dianne and 
Amy. I had little doubt that similar clouds of milky cum were also dripping 
out of their greedy little cunts but for once I didn't envy them their luck 
in getting their slits probed-Terry's mind-bending fuck had left me at peace 
with myself and all those around me. I waded ashore, taking plenty of time 
to get myself composed, and by the time I walked out of the lake I knew that 
not one of the parents or church officials would be able to tell that they 
were looking at a woman who had just been fucked into a state of 
near-hysteria. I felt a small, secret warmth spreading through me as I 
smugly contemplated the success of the act which, when Terry had suggested 
it, I'd found so shocking; it made me feel very good inside to know that I'd 
been so soundly fucked in front of so many people, one of them the father of 
the boy who had provided the idea and the prick for the lustful act. Later, 
when I found myself talking with Amy Krueger's mother, I couldn't help 
wondering if the girl's assessment of the woman was correct and if she had 
had her cunt reamed out recently with anything like the delirious results 
I'd felt when Terry drove his big tool up into my flesh. She was a tall, 
slender woman, very much like her daughter in many ways, and I could easily 
imagine that many a man would love to have her elegantly long, tapering legs 
locked around his body. For one insane moment I toyed with the idea of 
inviting her to walk over to the boys' campsite with me later and there 
suggest to her that three of the biggest, stiffest cocks in the state were 
ready to serve her if she wished. I never doubted that Mark and his friends 
would take an especially lewd pleasure in fucking the mother of the girl 
whom they had taught to love the same frenzied act; Dianne might well have 
taken to the idea of sucking both mother and daughter in turn, I managed to 
control that absurd impulse, of course, and said nothing about my inner 
thoughts. Mrs. Krueger and I had a very polite, restrained bit of chitchat 
and then went our separate ways. 

Pastor Bockhaus complimented me at the end of the day and told me that he 
was very pleased with the way both camps were progressing. I wryly wondered 
to myself what he would say if he knew how little time I'd been spending on 
my supervisory duties lately and how I'd been occupying my spare moments; 
would it matter to him, I wondered, if I assured him that his son had an 
extraordinary cock and the ability to use it with devastating effect? Again 
I restrained my wayward impulse and thereby preserved my reputation for at 
least a while longer. 

My relations with the boys did not alter noticeably after the holiday 
weekend. Whenever I visited them they were usually ready to permit me to 
join Amy and Dianne-who were spending more and more time with them-in 
serving them, although always in such a way that I knew it made little 
difference to them whether or not they fucked me. On one especially 
distressing occasion, I spent nearly two hours in watching the three boys 
screwing the girls in a great variety of ways-they slipped from one cunt to 
another, or from a cunt to a mouth, with boundless energy and gusto but 
never once did the boys look my way. Nothing could have told me more 
completely just how little they valued my cunt and my skill at using it to 
bring their pricks to a state of spurting joy. Finally, unable to watch them 
any longer and unwilling to let them see me masturbating, I left the 
campsite without a word. I took the long way back to my own camp, circling 
away from the lake and cutting over toward Eagle Mountain, where I'd find a 
trail leading back into the more desolate parts of that region. After 
walking for a couple of hours and muttering curses at the boys for their 
thoughtless behavior, I came into a small, grassy clearing and sat down to 
catch my breath, winded by the hike across the rough, broken country. 

There was to be no rest for me, however; I'd seen too much that morning and 
heard too many frantic exhortations to be able to rest peacefully. My pussy 
pounded with a dull, aching throb and my nipples were straining painfully 
against my bra. After realizing that I wouldn't be able to stand the torture 
any longer, I stood up and slipped out of my hiking shorts and panties. I 
lay back on the cool, shady grass and spread my legs wide; I ignored the 
unromantic hiking boots on my feet, since I only needed a moment's work on 
my pussy to bring it to a full, boiling state of orgasmic satisfaction. 

Some perverse whim of mine made me torture myself and delay the explosion as 
long as possible. Thus I began touching the tips of my fingers lightly to 
the hot, tender flesh. I deliberately kept my fingers away from my clit and 
the especially sensitive inner lips, though I could hardly keep from moaning 
when my fingers pressed lightly upon the outer fold of excited flesh. I 
could feel my cunt growing tighter with every minute and found it more 
difficult to keep my fingers away from the critical spots. Finally I spread 
the outer lips wide apart and reached between them to grasp the puffy, 
swollen flaps growing up inside them. At once J felt a strong surge of 
sexual feeling run through my body and I made it even stronger by rubbing 
the lips together and then pulling them away from my body. I knew that 
another moment of that savage delight would have me coming like mad but I 
sought to delay the culminating stroke as long as possible. I was lying 
there trembling, trying to keep from attacking my throbbing clit, when 
suddenly I heard a rustling in the bushes around me and then a burst of 
raucous laughter. 

"Hey, a damsel in distress!" a gruff, masculine voice called out. "To the 
rescue, boys!" 

Startled almost out of my wits, I reared up and looked about. A tall, dark 
youth stepped out into the clearing; three more boys of about the same 
age-about sixteen, I guessed-followed him. They all wore shorts and hiking 
boots and each carried a heavy backpack. Their naked torsos and the portion 
of their legs not covered by shorts or boots were all deeply tanned. They 
filed into the clearing and stood beside me, looking down with an 
all-consuming interest that made me only too aware of my semi-naked state of 
dress. 

"No need for you to go finger dipping, lady," the leader said, unbuckling 
the hip belt to his pack and shrugging out of it with a comforting grin. 
"We've been up in the hills for a week now and you'd better believe that 
we're all primed to take care of all those aches and pains for you! You 
never saw a bunch of hornier guys than us, and we'll be glad to help you 
out!" 

With that he unfastened the front of his hiking shorts and dropped them to 
his ankles, stepping out of them with a quick move. I sucked in a deep 
breath, appalled at being surprised like that but also shocked at the size 
of the cock that he uncovered when he stripped. The tool was every bit as 
big as Mark's patented cunt-splitter, if not larger, and it was already as 
stiff as the stout hickory hiking staff which the youth had laid aside. His 
companions doffed their packs too and also dropped their shorts down. Within 
a moment's time I was surrounded by four young men, all of them in a state 
of extreme sexual arousal to judge by the condition of their pricks. Not all 
were hung as well as the leader, to be sure, but not one had a small prick. 
One had the most curious shaped prick I've ever seen-it couldn't have been 
six inches long but it was at least as thick as my wrist. The very sight of 
that broad, stubby weapon caused my pussy to begin muttering rebelliously 
and I shuddered at the thought of the deed they so very obviously 
contemplated performing. 

"Oh, no, please!" I gasped, unable to shrink back because they were all 
around me. "Don't do that to me, don't rape me!" 

"Who's talking about rape?" the fellow murmured, sinking to a seat beside me 
and lightly caressing my naked hip. "Why, the way you were balling yourself 
just now, it's real clear that you need to get yourself fucked. And we're 
just the guys who can fling that old prick. like I said, we've been hoofing 
it all around those hills out there and there wasn't a piece of ass 
anywhere. Do you know, it's been ten days, almost, since I've shot my load 
off? These balls of mine, they're so full of cream I can feel it squishing 
around clear down to my knees! Yeah, I could probably shoot a wad over the 
tops of those trees there! Wouldn't you like to get that cunt of yours 
around a rod as loaded as mine is?" 

I suddenly recognized him as almost a carbon copy of Mark. Not that they 
looked anything alike, apart from their size and their dark complexion; it 
was more a matter of their having the same arrogant assurance about their 
masculine powers, the same knowing confidence when it came to matters 
pertaining to sexuality. His fingers continued to run up and down the 
outside of my thigh and extended upward to trace exciting little patterns 
over my hip. Patterns of lust danced in my excited body wherever his fingers 
touched me and I could feel my pussy crying out for me to give in to his 
advances. 

Another youth came over and began toying with the hem of my T-shirt, teasing 
me by making me think he was going to rip it off my body. A third sat at my 
other side and began caressing my other thigh, so that I was now beset on 
both sides by lustful tormentors. The fourth youth, the one with the 
especially thick cock, stood directly in front of me and began masturbating. 
He peeled the foreskin off the immense, swollen head of his cock and pressed 
it far back down the shaft; I felt another powerful tremor of incipient 
sexuality pulsing out from my slit when I saw him preparing his cock for 
fucking action. He' rolled the foreskin back over the head and again peeled 
it back, working it back and forth with a slow, suggestive grace which I 
found extraordinarily compelling. The sight of him jacking off in that 
particular way was quite as arousing as anything I'd ever seen before and I 
knew that it wouldn't be long before I was begging them to fall upon me and 
fuck me senseless. A tiny, translucent droplet of juice came into the deep 
slit crowning the head of his prick; I trembled heavily when I saw that 
forerunner of the flood which was undoubtedly contained in his big, heavy 
balls. They looked to be as large as lemons and conveyed a suggestion of a 
lusty, brutish power which would certainly give me all the sexual pleasure 
my overheated body could possibly tolerate. 

"Yeah, she's coming around," the leader muttered softly. "Jack, why don't 
you go ahead and pull that T-shirt over her head and let's have a look at 
those knockers, huh? She looks like she's built good enough to send an old 
man into a nervous state!" 

Jack, a thin, lanky youth with an engaging grin, lifted the shirt up around 
my body. I meekly raised my arms over my head and allowed him to pull it the 
rest of the way off. The other boy unhooked my bra and flung it aside. 
Expressions of mute admiration flowed over their faces when they saw my 
naked breasts; even though they meant to rape me I couldn't help taking a 
momentary pride in the way they so obviously honored my figure with their 
eyes. 

"Wow, better than I ever figured!" the leader murmured. "Jack, you and Pete 
belly up there and start rubbing your cocks over those nipples for her. 
There isn't hardly a woman anywhere that won't pick up on having her titties 
rubbed by a good, hot prick!" 

I moaned helplessly but couldn't make any move toward defending myself. Pete 
and Jack rose up to a kneeling position and began following their leader's 
orders. I gasped weakly when their pricks grazed my nipples. The dark, 
swollen cones of fully aroused flesh at the tips of my big breasts were 
inordinately sensitive, or course, and they thrilled as the hot pricks 
brushed against them. The youths both skinned their pricks back so that the 
flaring, naked heads, both knobs of purple flesh and even hotter now, could 
slide directly over my nipples. Again I groaned, louder this time, and I 
feared that I might well have an orgasm simply through being touched in that 
unusual manner. Had one of them suddenly pulled my thighs apart and begun 
licking my clit, I doubt that the sensations would've been any more acute. 

"She's about ready for something a little stronger than that," the leader 
suddenly observed. "All right, boys, who's going to get his cock into that 
hotbox first?" 

"Not me," the youth who was jacking off grunted, still working the foreskin 
up and down the length of his incredibly thick cock. "I might bust her wide 
open if I tried sticking this cunt-plugger of mine in her when she's fresh. 
Besides, I'd rather wait and let one of you guys get her oiled up good 
first!" 

"How about you, Fred?" Jack suggested. "Hell, you were the one who wanted to 
go this way and you saw her first!" 

"Yeah, he's right," Pete agreed. "You stick it to her, Fred, and we'll help 
out later on. Or maybe I could get her to give me a blow job while you're 
boring out that cunt of hers, huh?" 

"Sounds good to me," Fred replied in a cheerful tone. "How about that, 
honey? You think you'd like to take on two of us at once? Think you could go 
down on Pete's cock?" 

I glanced over at the youth; he was the one with the smallest prick of all, 
though his balls were grotesque in their size. The huge, egg-filled bag 
seemed to reach almost down to his knees and the contents swelled it out to 
enormous proportions. I had no doubt that he would be able to give me all 
the cream I could swallow. I could see that there was no hope for me; they 
were far too excited to let me get away unfucked and I decided that I might 
as well make the best of the unpromising situation. Besides, I must admit, a 
strong and clamorous part of me simply wanted to cooperate with the youths. 
Even though I'd never seen them before in my life, they were all suitably 
lusty and their desire kindled a glowing fire deep inside my loins. 

"Yes, I'll suck him off," I murmured, glancing down shyly. "You're right-I'm 
so turned on I can't see straight! The way I feel now, it might take all 
four of you to give me all the cock I want!" 

"That's the way to talk," Fred congratulated me. "I knew you were the sort 
who'd recognize a good thing when you saw it!" 

"Just don't take all day in getting your rocks off," Jack warned. "If I've 
to stand here very long and watch you ball her I might just start shooting 
cum all over the place!" 

"If you have to do that, let me know and I'll take it," I said, feeling a 
sudden attack of bawdiness. "That stuffs too good to let it go spilling out 
on the ground!" 

"Damn, I think we found a live one!" the thick-pricked lad chortled. "Yeah, 
you just try working us all down! We'll wear blisters on that pussy of 
yours!" 

Fred got between my legs as I laid back and spread them wide for him. My 
slit was already greasy-slick with the oils which had overflowed from my 
cunt and his princely cock easily slid into the quivering mouth of my cunt. 
I gave a startled lurch of surprised joy when I felt the big tool nose the 
lips of my pussy apart; the rod seemed to be white hot and it radiated 
strong sensations of the utmost sensuality. I squirmed against him as he 
held it there and gradually he leaned against me, forcing the head of his 
prick into my taut flesh. 

At the same time Pete came closer to my face and bent down so that I could 
get my mouth around his prong. I skinned the head back with a quick thrust 
of my fingers; he sighed happily as the foreskin rolled off the head of his 
cock and down the stiff shaft. I closed upon him with a quick lunge of my 
head and felt the hot, satiny tip slide into my mouth. My tongue greeted his 
entrance with a long, lusty caress and crushed the soft, bulbous tip against 
the roof of my mouth. I sensed that he was very highly excited indeed and 
that he wouldn't be able to hold back his climax for very long. Knowing 
that, I concentrated on sucking him as hard as I could and for a moment or 
two I nearly forgot about Fred and the gloriously pleasing way he was 
shoving his cock into my slit. 

"AGGHHH!" Pete groaned, shaking mightily and thrusting hard into my mouth. 
"UNNGGHHHHH! SHE'S SUCKING MY COCK OFF! OOOOOOHH, I'M CUMING ALREADY!" 

Indeed he was. He gave a small, trembling thrust and then a more determined 
one as he sought to give his balls that last extra bit of excitement they 
needed in order to burst into flowing, gushing life. I twisted my mouth 
around his meat and forced it far down the shaft, then pulled back; the 
first agonizingly beautiful spurt of his cream shot into my throat with all 
the force I could ever have hoped for. I have no doubt that if his prick had 
been outside my mouth at the moment he began to cum, his love juice would 
easily have shot across to the far edge of the clearing. As it was, I 
received the full brunt of his explosion and it sent hot flashes of 
delighted pleasure racing through the rest of my body. 

Fred reached up to caress my swollen breasts when he saw that Pete was 
already cuming. At the same time he slammed his cock into me full force, 
sinking at least half of that big rod into my cunt at once. It felt as 
though a big, hot sword had suddenly been shoved into the most sensitive 
part of my body. I stiffened, almost destroyed by that brutal penetration, 
but then felt the answering response taking shape deep inside my womb. I 
locked my legs around his and threw my pussy against him with all the power 
I could manage. His prick slid deeper and Pete continued to cum, pouring out 
a tremendous flood of scalding hot cream into my mouth. I swallowed quickly; 
the young, fervent taste of his cum made my body tremble with frantic 
desire. 

The violent fury of Pete's orgasm, together with the free and easy way Fred 
drove his prick ever deeper into my cunt, was quite enough to upset my 
tightly wound nervous system. A mammoth, pulsing wave of orgiastic pleasure 
loomed up deep inside my-womb and then spilled over, flooding my body with 
exquisitely tingling waves of sexual delight. The pounding, thudding waves 
of orgasmic feeling quickly spread until I could feel my brain reeling under 
their impetus. The climax mounted to a quick, violent peak, ebbed slightly 
and then returned, surging to even higher levels of exaltation. I sucked at 
Pete's cock as hard as I could, writhing against Fred all the while, and 
marveled at the way my body continued to churn out those frantic spasms of 
pure animal pleasure. Again and again my cunt heaved convulsively, each time 
making me shudder with delicious joy. 

Pete's prick gradually ebbed until the flow of cum had completely died away. 
I'd gladly have continued mouthing that tool, even though it had no more of 
that ripe, salty gruel to give me, but he pulled away from me, wincing at 
the ecstatic twinges of feeling which my mouth roused in him. I turned to 
find Jack approaching me from the opposite side, prick in hand. His tool was 
every bit as hard as any I'd ever felt and when he thrust it toward my 
mouth, I naturally accepted it. He had the head peeled back and the naked, 
flaring tip drove deep into my throat. I curled my tongue around it once, 
welcoming it as best I could, and then began licking it with long, slow 
caresses that struck directly at the center of his self-control. 

Fred continued to work his cock back and forth in my cunt and gradually I 
learned how to serve them both at the same time. I worked my hips to and 
fro, bouncing them up and down at the same time, and he helped matters along 
considerably by reaching down to caress my stiff clit with the tip of a 
finger. My cunt responded with another series of powerful jolts of orgiastic 
feeling. I could feel his stiff prick surging deeper, filling me as full as 
I could ever want to be filled with that marvelously satisfying tool, and I 
answered by giving Jack's hard cock an especially strong caress with my 
tongue. I began twisting my mouth around his prick, adding some tongue 
caresses and bobbing my head up and down so that I was applying the 
strongest, most intimate kind of stimulation to virtually every part of his 
cock. I wanted him to cum as soon as he could, just as I wanted Fred to 
blast off a round of hard, jetting spurts of his own love juice, and I did 
whatever I could to hasten them toward that goal. 

I felt Fred begin to cream first. He gave a low, harsh grunt and slammed 
into me harder than ever, sending the head of his prick up snug against my 
cervix, and then withdrew the big, cunt-smeared tool only to drive it all 
the way home once more. I knew then that he was near and I squeezed him with 
my legs as hard as I could. Pete bent further over me, running his cock into 
my mouth at a different angle, and I could tell that he was very close to 
that same delirious state of mindless delight. 

"Ugghhhh!" he grunted, holding my head between his hands and fucking my 
mouth with short, choppy lunges of his hips. "Get it, baby, get all that 
come! Agghh! My balls, you're sucking the cream right out of my balls!" 

Fred's big prick was already pumping out endless Jets of liquid fire that 
splashed against the wall of my cunt and sent my overly excited senses into 
yet another round of frantic quivering. For a moment I thought that my body 
had been somehow concentrated in my cunt, so that I was completely 
surrounding him; I could feel his prick in every part of my body, it seemed, 
and his love juice was infecting all of me with a total sexuality which was 
so real I couldn't believe it was only imaginary. At the same time, Pete's' 
prick began leaping and surging within my mouth. The highly excited youth 
delivered a very full and extremely satisfying flood of hot juice that 
gushed over the back of my throat and added immeasurably to my overall 
pleasure. 

"Okay, Harry, she's all yours," Fred said, turning his head to look at the 
remaining boy, who still toyed with his cock and gazed down at me with hot, 
lustful eyes. "That cunt ought to be slippery enough by now; I think I shot 
about a quart of cum up her cunt! Damn, she really takes off when she feels 
it!" 

A perfect flood of warm cum trickled put of my pussy lips, coursing down 
between the cheeks of my ass and then sliding to the ground, when Fred 
pulled his prick from me. He didn't exaggerate: his ejaculation had easily 
been the equal of anything I'd ever felt from Mark and his friends and, 
together with the double charge of cream I'd received in my mouth, had been 
enough to send my body soaring up onto a fluffy cloud of sexual delight. But 
still there was Harry, he of the immensely thick cock; I knew that his 
gargantuan tool would strain my cunt to the very limits of its endurance, 
even after Fred had so thoroughly loosened me up. He was quick to get 
between my legs and to plug up the hole which his friend had vacated. 

I felt his great, bull-like power at once. He was very gentle when he began 
inserting that stupendous cock of his, and it was a good thing: had he 
launched an all-out assault upon my cunt, even in its well-fucked, slippery 
state, he might very well have ripped the flesh apart. He knew his abilities 
and the dangers, though, and took his sweet time in introducing that huge 
prong into my cunt. I groaned heartily when I felt him begin driving against 
me, though, and for a moment I doubted that he would be able to get it in 
me. 

"It'll go!" he muttered, feeling my body stiffen up with fright and pain. 
"Just take it easy; it'll go in! Oh, damn, that's the best cunt I ever felt! 
UNNGGHH! YOU'RE SO HOT, SO FUCKING HOT AND WET!" 

There was something about the idea of fucking a cunt already saturated with 
hot cum that appealed mightily to an obscure facet of his emotional makeup. 
Perhaps he had a fixation of some kind, an inner compulsion to bathe his 
cock in another man's cum; whatever the explanation, he fucked me with a 
totality which absolutely overwhelmed me. Once his prick's head had entered 
the mouth of my cunt I found that the pressure exerted by the tool rapidly 
grew much more bearable and after another moment I felt an unusual sense of 
joy sweeping outward from my loins. He filled me completely, giving me a 
sense of being fucked with maximum effect, and my cunt began tingling 
joyously. 

Harry's long period of excitement resulted in a very quick climax for him. 
No more than half the big tool was lodged in my cunt when he began trembling 
and moaning. I tightened the grip of my legs and swung my hips at him, 
making my velvety sheath slip and slide around his prick with more effect; 
by arching my back and pulling my pussy away from his loins I managed to 
bring the tip of my love bud down into contact with the shaft of his cock. 
The contact sent another spasmodic shudder through my body and was itself 
enough to provoke another attack of sexual stupor. I tried out fiercely, 
rubbed myself against him frantically and felt my womb begin spinning 
deliriously. Cuming from every pore of my body, I fucked against him harder 
and harder until finally he growled out a harsh oath and slammed his cock 
home. His balls were pumping out prodigious amounts of steaming cum that 
filled my loins with unreasoning joy. I clutched him to my body and moaned 
with ecstatic delight. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Later, after they had caught their breath and allowed me to recover somewhat 
from the series of spellbinding climaxes which had racked my body, each of 
the boys again fucked me. This time they all got between my thighs and 
shoved their cocks into my cunt, where they worked back and forth until they 
blasted out another orgasmic flood. By the time they had all completed their 
lewd work I was almost senseless and couldn't bear the thought of even 
moving. 

"I believe she's just about fucked out," Fred muttered after Harry, the last 
to take his pleasure with me, had eased off my quivering body. "Better let 
her go with that, fellows. We'll give her a little time to get over it and 
then get her pointed on her way back home, wherever that is." 

I managed to tell them about my camp and assured them, that I'd be able to 
hike back, once I'd recovered from the furious succession of climaxes which 
had turned my bones into hot jelly. They discussed. their plans among 
themselves, me listening with half an ear, and then I had the most marvelous 
flash of genius which I've ever had. I suggested to them that they camp up 
in these hills for a few days, taking advantage of the fact that no one came 
into this area, and promised that I'd visit them as often as possible. I 
made no attempt to hide the fact that I lusted for them; the thought of 
having access to all that young, virile cock made me quiver again with a 
fresh, maidenly anxiety. 

After considering all the possibilities, they agreed to stay in the area as 
long as they could. They had supplies for another five days in the woods, 
they estimated, and I promised them that I'd do everything in my power to 
make their stay a memorable one. My open, unabashed eagerness to have them 
over and over again, together with their own horniness, was enough to 
incline them to accept my depraved proposition and I felt my heart thumping 
madly when they nodded their agreement to my offer. Fred marveled at my 
readiness for sex of any kind; he hadn't found many girls who were as 
willing to take a prick in any fashion and his companions agreed that my 
impetuous passion pleased them greatly. In spite of the ill treatment I'd 
received at their hands, I uttered a silent thanks to Mark and his friends 
for having taught me to accept the inner longings of my body and to allow my 
passionate nature to express itself freely. 

"You won't regret it," I promised them. "There isn't any style of fucking 
that I don't love and I'll prove it to you when I see you again. All you 
have to do is mention it to me, whatever way you want it, and I'll do 
everything I can to bring it off that way!" 

It was a simple fact, nothing more. I felt a compelling urge to have them in 
every conceivable way; I even felt a surge of interest when I contemplated 
being fucked in the ass-hole by Harry's huge cock, though I knew that it 
might very well rupture me or otherwise harm that tender opening. 

Once I felt some strength flowing back into my body I roused myself. Fred 
mentioned a small pool a short distance back up the trail from which they 
had come, and he led me toward it. I followed him through the bushes, stark 
naked, and squatted in the knee-deep pool of icy mountain water. The 
chilling blast felt very good against my overworked pussy and I carefully 
washed it. I even inserted a finger into my cunt and held that tender, 
fragile tunnel open to allow a gust of the chilly water to wash out the 
interior-the icy douche sent a powerful shudder over my flesh but it 
refreshed me greatly and strengthened me for the hike back to the camp. I 
was tired and sore when I got back to the clearing and began pulling on my 
clothes but I knew that at least I could make my way back home. 

A warm, glowing sense of inner contentment stayed with me all the way back 
and until I went to sleep that night. Fred had agreed that he and his 
friends would camp in the clearing where they had found me and I promised 
that I'd make every effort to get back there the next day. Amy gave me a 
sly, conspiratorial look when I saw her late that afternoon and I returned 
it, chuckling to myself when I thought of just how much pleasure I'd had 
after leaving her with Dianne and the rest of her friends. I had little 
doubt that Mark and his group would soon tire of Amy; they now impressed me 
as the sort of boys who would always be on the lookout for new pussies to 
plunder, and I didn't worry greatly about missing them. No doubt they would 
sooner or later set Amy to pimping for them, just as they had tortured me 
into performing a similar service, and I had no doubt that that lusty little 
slut would gladly bring any of her like-minded friends to their camp if 
asked to do so. Well, I'd face that problem when it arose, I told myself, 
and in the meantime I'd devote myself completely to enjoying the fourfold 
treasure which I'd so providentially discovered. 

"Providentially" was to be the exact and fitting word, I later learned; Fred 
and his friends provided me with the perfect solution to all the problems 
which Mark and his cruel friends had created for me. I didn't discover this 
until my seond visit to Fred's camp, however, and that story will be told in 
due course. Truth and candor compel me to describe the first visit, since it 
was there that I proved to them my willingness to make every effort toward 
satisfying all their lustful desires. 

I got away from the camp as soon as I decently could on that first day. Fred 
and his friends were camped about four miles away, or perhaps a two-hour 
walk, since the route I had to follow was a rough and winding one. I made 
the trek in what must've been near record time and found them all in the 
small clearing when I arrived. I didn't have to say a word, nor did they; 
all of us knew what we were there for and I wasted no time in removing my 
clothing. They watched appreciatively as I stripped and the presence of a 
highly appreciative audience lent a special kind of joy to my disrobing. 

Ten years ago, I thought as I fumbled with the hooks to my bra, I'd scarcely 
have had the nerve or the forwardness to have undressed even before a man 
whom I deeply loved. I'd been taught, as a child, to be ashamed of my 
nakedness and to revile those parts of my own body which were associated 
with sexuality. Only gradually had I begun to see that this teaching had 
been false but it hadn't been until I'd fallen in with Mark and his group of 
lecherous buddies .that I really began shedding my inhibitions. They had 
convinced me that a woman's body can be beautiful, that it has a strong 
erotic effect upon the male of the species; above all, they had taught me to 
relish creating that effect. 

Fred and his friends were all naked-they later told me that they often hiked 
in the nude when they were sure that they were in a suitably remote area-and 
I could see their cocks growing bigger and harder as I revealed more and 
more of my body to them. Finally I stepped out of my panties and turned to 
face them directly. They were grouped together, fortunately, and I seized 
the opportunity to flaunt my nakedness, my depraved sexual hungers, before 
their very eyes. I rubbed my fingers over the hair covering my love-mound, 
fluffing it up and incidentally creating stronger yearnings wherever my 
fingers touched, and spread my feet far apart so as to give them a detailed 
view of the slit running between my thighs. Their eyes sparkled with 
interest and I felt my own passion growing stronger by the second. 

"I've brought you a present," I said, pressing my fingers down alongside the 
slit and pressing the outer lips apart. "It's the hottest pussy around and 
it's all yours! You can do whatever you want with it, I don't care; there 
isn't anything you can do to it that I won't love!" 

"Man, that thing looks better than the breakfast I had!" Pete muttered. 

"It's edible," I boldly replied. "Want to have a taste?" 

Pete grinned nervously and came toward me. He settled himself in front of me 
and tilted his head back; I. inched forward and guided my hot, ravenous 
pussy down toward his waiting lips. He began eating me with a delicate, 
tentative touch that sent hot darts of sexual anguish flying throughout my 
nervous system. His tongue slithered between the lips of my pussy and glided 
up and down the soft, sensitive furrow. I moaned feverishly when I felt him 
rimming my cunt; the moan became a gasp of sexual fervor when he redirected 
his aim so that he could flick my clit with his tongue. 

"Oooohh, God, you're trying to make me cum in your mouth!" I whispered, 
pressing closer to him and weaving my hips slightly. "You're trying to bring 
me off right now! Ugghhh! You're licking me to death; I can't stand it!" 

The thought of feeling a woman cum in his mouth evidently inspired him and 
he began sucking me harder. I gave him a few tactful suggestions, especially 
hinting that I'd like him to suck the lips up into his mouth and scrape his 
teeth against them; he caught on to the hint quickly and complied. I thrust 
my pussy against his face and choked out a short, guttural cry of elation 
when I felt my womb kick out into flowing, bustling orgiastic life. My 
climax burst suddenly within me, surprising even me by its quickness, and 
quickly spread through my thighs and belly until it was possessing me 
completely. 

"OOOOHH! NOW SUCK!" I muttered thickly. "OMIGOD, YOU'RE SUCKING MY CUNT OUT; 
YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM ALL OVER MYSELF! AGGHHH! OHHH, DO IT, DO IT!" . 

I honestly think he was surprised at the quickness and strength of my 
climax. like many males, he had a prick-centered consciousness which assumed 
that a woman must have the male organ in order to reach full completion. He 
quickly learned otherwise and his friends were also suitably impressed with 
his ability to bring me off so efficiently. I was only too happy to 
contribute to their sexual education, of course, and no sooner had my orgasm 
finished its nerve-racking course than I was ready for another and even more 
stirring lesson. 

"How many guys do you think you could handle at once?" Fred asked me, giving 
me a shrewd, penetrating look unusual in one so young. "I mean, I know you 
balled two of us at once yesterday; is that your limit?" 

"I don't know," I honestly replied. "But I know that I've got three places 
to put cocks and I've seen girls being fucked in all three places at once, 
so I don't see any reason I shouldn't be able to do it that way too!" 

That set them back on their heels. I don't think that any of them had ever 
seriously considered sodomizing a woman and Jack, certainly, openly scoffed 
at the thought. He frankly stated his belief that it was impossible to fuck 
a woman in the ass and that set me off. 

"If you really believe that," I told him, "why don't you let me prove it to 
you? I know I could get my ass-hole around your cock and I'd love to show 
you that I mean business. And somebody else could fuck my cunt; that's easy 
enough. As for the others, well, I guess you could try fucking me in the 
mouth at the same time, but I can't promise I could handle two of you at 
once. I'm certainly willing to try it, though; it ought to be a blast if 
everybody started shooting off at the same time!" 

My obvious eagerness to attempt the obscene act tempted them all and 
inflamed their passions until I knew that I'd scored a victory. Jack 
shrugged and observed that he was willing to try it. I therefore dealt with 
him first, copying to some extent the pattern I'd seen Amy execute when she 
had been made into a "sex sandwich," so to speak. Fred produced a small 
plastic bottle of cooking oil and gave it to Jack, who applied a portion of 
it to his swollen cock; we supposed that the gentle oil would provide an 
effective lubricant for his cock and would not be injurious to my tender 
flesh. I lubricated myself with my finger, spreading the rich, cunty musk 
which had flooded from my pussy, and soon had the interior of my ass well 
oiled as far as I could reach with my finger. I then directed Jack to he on 
his back and I got over him, almost reclining, and faced his feet. I 
directed his prick between the cheeks of my ass and guided it up to my taut, 
tingling ass-hole. 

"Just don't try to fuck it like it was a pussy," I warned him. "You've got 
to go slow and easy when you're fucking a woman in the ass-otherwise you'll 
hurt her too much and then it'll backfire; neither one of you will get any 
fun out of doing it that way!" 

He proved to be a very considerate ass lover and was the soul of tender, 
gentle concern as he proceeded to work the head of his cock into my ass. I 
uttered a silent thanks that he was the one who was penetrating my ass; his 
cock was one of the smallest of the four and would cause me much less 
discomfort than, say, that bizarre-looking club which reared up from Harry's 
loins. Once I'd firmly planted about three inches of Jack's prick in my ass, 
I looked about and motioned for someone to lie over me and insert another of 
those marvelous tools into my pussy. I felt a distinct sense of dismay when 
Harry came toward me and climbed into place. Jack's cock would make my pussy 
very tight, I knew, and the thought of having to make room for the 
prodigiously thick prong attached to Harry sent cold chills of doubt running 
over my flesh. I promised myself that I would make every effort to 
accommodate him, however, and choked back the cry of protest which welled up 
within my throat. 

I found that I'd underestimated the elasticity of my cuntal opening. To be 
sure, the presence of Jack's prick in the adjacent opening meant that Harry 
had to press much harder in order to get his cock started up the juicy 
tunnel. I discovered that the pain was not nearly as sharp as I'd imagined 
and this exciting discovery impelled me toward a more enthusiastic 
acceptance of his cock. I held myself very still as he forced the thick, 
flaring head of his prick into my cunt and once he had persuaded the tender, 
throbbing mouth to open wider I became conscious only of his immensely 
exciting presence there. 

"OOHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOD! IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!" I whimpered, almost on the 
verge of another climax then and there. "MMMMMM, IT'S MAKING ME WANT TO FUCK 
AND SUCK FOREVER! HURRY, FRED, HURRY UP AND START FUCKING MY MOUTH TOO! I 
WANT TO CUM ALL OVER!" 

Fred and Pete knelt beside us, finding it a little difficult to get into 
place, but their impetuous ardor ensured that they were successful. I wasn't 
successful in getting both those cocks into my mouth at once, naturally, so 
I had to content myself with sucking them alternately. I rested my back 
against Jack's hard belly and chest so that I could reach up with both hands 
and clasp their hot, horny pricks; I began masturbating them and licking 
them and sucking them all at once. At the same time, Jack began 
experimenting with his hips and learned how to work his prick back and forth 
in my ass-hole with little flips that made his gorgeously stiff cock slide, 
in and out, moving perhaps an inch in each direction. That was quite enough 
to give me all the friction my overheated tissues and nerve endings 
required, especially when Harry began sliding his own huge cunt-stuffer back 
and forth. Pinned between them as I was, I couldn't mount a very 
satisfactory counter-thrust but I didn't need this, I soon found: the simple 
joy of having pricks thrust into two of the most aroused parts of my body 
was enough to send my senses soaring upward, searching for sensual 
contentment which was soon to possess me totally. 

All the while, I was working my fists up and down the two cocks probing at 
my mouth. By turning my head from side to side I could work my mouth down 
over each tool in succession and soon my tongue was going wild with sexual 
frenzy. Fred and Pete inched closer together and soon their pricks were 
almost touching each other. I continued to lick and kiss those broad prick 
heads; my fists flashed up and down the rigid shafts like pistons. After 
only a very few moments of this all-encompassing sexuality I became aware of 
nothing but my own fervent hungers and of my need to satisfy them. 

My cunt was already throbbing heavily, preparing itself to loose a mighty 
charge of orgiastic delight, and I knew that I had only to lie there and let 
the boys fuck me into a state of true, enduring bliss. They did so and when 
that thudding, shattering release of sexual tension flooded my loins they 
answered with even stronger, more exciting thrusts. They could feel each 
other's cocks and the exciting, dynamic quality of my long, furious climax 
soon had them humping and thrusting powerfully in an effort to bring their 
balls to a state of eruption. A small part of my mind remained aware of 
their incipient orgasms, even as my body reverberated with the powerful 
waves of orgiastic feeling which poured from my cunt, and when they started 
to spurt out their liquid lava of burning cream the tremors assumed 
cataclysmic proportions. 

Fred and Pete, meanwhile, were growing more highly excited every minute. 
They crowded closer, each trying to stuff more of his prick into my mouth; I 
continued to jack them off and suck them to the limit of my ability. It 
didn't take too many more strokes before they were both grunting and jabbing 
at me In an effort to hasten the foregone conclusion. Possessed by my own 
lusty joy, I lavished caresses upon them until they could contain their 
passionate delight no longer. They began cuming at almost the same time and 
I felt twin jets of cum splashing over my tongue, squirting into the back of 
my mouth and deluging me with a creamy shower. No one could possibly have 
swallowed both those immense loads, though I gave it everything I had; a 
thin trickle of cum dripped out of the left corner of my mouth and ran down 
onto my throat. I sucked at them and swallowed vigorously until I felt sure 
that my brain was going to quit functioning. A sense of the utmost 
satisfaction, deep and penetrating to the core of my body, swept over me. 

"Man, she did it!" Pete breathed in surprise. "She really did it! She took 
all four of us at once!" 

"She's something else," Fred agreed. "Wow, what a kick in the nuts that was! 
I felt that cum all the way down to my feet!" 

"Whew, her cunt just about ate my cock alive," Harry muttered as he levered 
himself away from me and rolled back. "When she started creaming I could 
feel that thing nipping at me just like it had teeth!" 

"Boys, you don't know what fucking is till you've shot off in a girl's 
ass-hole," Jack remarked. "Wow! I thought it was all over there for a 
minute! I swear to you, I couldn't see or feel a damned thing there for a 
minute or two!" 

"Just imagine how I felt!" I whispered weakly. "With all you guys going off 
at once, shooting that hot cream all over and going wild, it was just about 
the greatest thing ever for me! Mmmmm, I thought it would last forever!" 

I pulled myself off Jack, extracting his prick from my ass-hole with a wince 
as I remembered the violent spasms which had twisted my body when he had 
begun shooting his cum, and lay on my back. I clasped my hands over my loins 
and spread the rich cream over my upper thighs and lower body; the warm, 
sticky juice felt wonderful against my sore skin and I wondered if perhaps 
it had some therapeutic value. 

Even though each boy had come prodigiously well they were far from 
satisfied. like Mark and his friends, one orgasm merely whetted their 
appetites and they were soon ready for seconds. I was only too happy to 
serve them, since my hot cunt was always ready for action, and they began 
piling on me and taking their pleasure. I was lost in a swirling daze of 
pricks, balls and cream; no sooner had one of them shot his load than 
another was piling into place between my thighs and again stuffing my cunt 
full of hot, throbbing prick. 

Jack proved to have different goals in mind when it came his turn. Pete, 
Fred and Harry had already had their turn and Jack announced that he wanted 
to emulate a scene which he had seen repeated several times in sex films 
shown in adult movie houses. (He mentioned that he had a friend who ran the 
projectors in one such place, thereby gaining him admission even though he 
was under the legal age limit.) This scene was the climactic one, in which 
the male pulled his cock from the woman's body and had his orgasm with the 
camera registering every twitch, every spurt, of his hyper-stimulated tool. 

"That's so you'll know they weren't fooling around," Fred told me, seeing my 
expression of disbelief. "Otherwise the audience would think it was all a 
big put-on, see, and get real browned off about it. At least, I guess that's 
the way they figure it." 

Whatever the explanation for that, Jack seemed determined upon having me in 
that fashion. He told me that he would fuck my cunt for a while, until he 
neared the point of release, and that he would then pull his cock out; at 
that point I was to grasp his tool and bring him the rest of the way with a 
thorough jacking off. I readily agreed to that, since the sum of their 
ejaculations which I'd already experienced had somewhat eased my desire to 
feel lusty young males depositing their seed inside my body. Besides, I 
relished the thought of seeing his come spurting out onto my body and I 
promised him that I would serve him as well as I possibly could. 

He got between my legs and aimed his prick up into the mouth of my pussy. 
The slit was dripping cum freely, since the other three had all shot off 
profusely and left large amounts of their cream inside my cunt, and thus it 
slid home without any difficulty. I bore down on him, though, and proved 
that a well-fucked cunt needn't be a loose oner-My muscles, kept in fine 
tone by the active life that I had been leading in camp, clamped around my 
cunt and gave his cock a solid reception. He plunged in and out, exclaiming 
with delight as I tightened all my muscles and made my cunt more resistant 
to his long, twisting thrusts, and before long my exertions, together with 
his, had him trembling and panting with anticipation. 

"Get it now!" he grunted, suddenly pulling his tool from my body and 
lurching up so that his balls rested on the top of my love mound. "Jack me 
off, baby, give me that good hand job right now! Unngghhhh! I can't wait to 
pop my nuts off!" 

His prick carried a generous coating of sperm, together with the ripe oils 
that my several climaxes had produced, and my fist easily slipped up and 
down the big rod. I jacked him off with the greatest enjoyment and 
concentrated on giving the head of his cock special attention. I closed my 
fist around that big knob and gripped it as hard as I could, then twisted my 
palm around him; I knew that the head was especially sensitive and wanted to 
make his cum as good as it could possibly be. The tool's salve of cunt drip 
and man-cum made it slide easily in my hand and soon he gasped out another 
oath. I shoved my fist down the shaft of his prick, peeling the skin back, 
and he leaned into me so as to shove his cock further through my hand. I 
felt the iron-hard shaft pulse and the first blob of cum rocketed out, 
shooting far up my body and landing on my throat. His cock gave another 
strong quiver and shot another, slightly weaker missile of molten love; this 
one spattered onto my left breast and brought a sigh of delight from my 
lips. I reached up with my free hand and began rubbing the cum over my 
nipple, shuddering with pleasure as the warm gruel infected my breast with 
its warmth. He continued to unload, though at a slightly smaller rate, and 
the creamy stuff jetted down onto my belly. I brought my fist up around his 
cock and gathered a couple of those jets in my palm, then rubbed it down the 
length of his meat He groaned louder and shuddered heavily, letting me know 
in no uncertain terms that my work was producing sensations of the strongest 
possible sort within his body. I continued jacking him off until his cock 
had exhausted itself. Even then I pressed the tool down into the puddle of 
cream that had gathered in a dip in my belly; I dipped it into the warm 
cream and gave the head a cum bath that had it glistening handsomely. 

"Now feed it to me!" I whispered, excited by the lewd work and made hornier 
than ever by it. "Mmmmmm, feed me that cock and let me lick the hot cream 
off it!" 

He scrambled up my body and brought his prick to my lips. I kissed the cum 
off him, quivering delightedly as the distinctive taste made my flesh tingle 
with sexual pleasure, and began rubbing my belly with my hands, spreading 
his cum over my flesh and enjoying the feel of the lusty stuff. Man-cream 
has always intrigued me, especially with its quality of being both slippery 
and sticky at the same time, and I felt warm fingers of arousal playing over 
my flesh as I spread his cream around my body. 

"You really like to ball, don't you?" Fred asked me, though he made it sound 
more like an observation. "It really gets to you, those pricks and the way 
they make you feel." 

I couldn't deny that and before I left their camp later that day I had 
treated myself to all the cock I could possibly want for one day. I returned 
to the little pool near their clearing and washed the cum off my body; again 
I gave myself one of those bracing, mountain water douches and again I felt 
my spirits revving upward as the chilling water flowed into the innermost 
reaches of my cunt. The experience set me to thinking and later, on the hike 
back to my own camp, I conceived of the perfect way of jacking off: I would 
use two dildos, I thought-giving little heed to the question of where I was 
to get even one of those obscene implements, let alone two-and I'd have one 
slightly warmer than body temperature, the other cooler. By alternating them 
in my cunt and giving myself no time to prepare for the shift from warm to 
cool, I thought, I might well be able to give a really special quality to 
the "do it yourself game. Of course, these thoughts were mere fantasies, 
since it was very unlikely that I'd ever put them into practice, but they 
gave me considerable amusement on the walk back home. 

It was on the subsequent visit that I made my momentous discovery and 
stumbled upon the solution to the problems which I could see arising out of 
Mark and his friends and their readiness to corrupt Amy and other young 
campers. I'd been with Fred and his party for about an hour and had given 
each of them exactly the kind of sexual treatment he had desired. Pete had 
been first and, after having given me a strenuous fucking from the rear, 
doggie style, he had slipped away to his tent. 

He emerged later with a camera and asked if he could make some pictures of 
my pussy, promising that he would aim the camera in such a way that my face 
would not show. 

"I'd just like to be able to pull out a print now and then," he said, "and 
think about how nice it was to fuck that cunt!" 

I agreed, warning him to be extra careful about getting my face in any of 
the pictures, and he backed off to begin snapping. He talked as he shot and 
said that he was an avid photographer and specialized in shots of wildlife, 
especially birds. When I asked him how he managed to get close enough to get 
detailed shots, he laughed and said that he owed it all to his extremely 
long telephoto lens. It enabled him to get extremely detailed shots of birds 
from long range, even as far as one hundred yards. As I lay there, casually 
displaying my wet pussy to him in a variety of poses, I suddenly thought 
about applying his skill to Mark and his friends. 

"Hey, if I asked you to make some special shots for me would you do it?" I 
asked, feeling a nervous little tingle of anticipation as I framed the 
question. 

"Sure, just name it," he agreed. "After the way you've been so nice to us 
it's the least I can do." 

I briefly described the situation at the new camp and told them that I had 
very little control over Mark, Terry and Chuck, since their fathers occupied 
prominent positions within the church. If I were to be supplied with 
photographs of them engaging in some of their perverted practices with Amy 
and Dianne, though, I was sure that I could use the photos as a lever toward 
persuading them to adopt a more conciliatory attitude. Pete agreed with me 
and said that he would be only too glad to shoot up a roll of film for me. 

"And I'll develop them for you too," he promised, "as soon as I get back to 
the city. You can have all the prints you want." 

"One of each will be enough, I'm sure," I said. 

We agreed to meet the next day at about ten o'clock. I marked a rendezvous 
on their map and then turned to them with an even more passionate warmth; 
their cheerful agreement to cooperate with me had raised a friendly spirit 
within me and I felt more strongly than ever an urge to satisfy them in 
every way that I could. We spent another long session there on the grass, 
fucking and sucking with all the energy we could muster, and again I 
thoroughly depleted my reserves of sexuality. Even so, I went back to my 
camp in high spirits, buoyed by the knowledge that I'd soon have a firmer 
hold upon the boys and Amy too. 

We met the next morning-Pete had attached a bizarre-looking black tube to 
his camera so that it looked more like a stovepipe than a piece of 
photographic apparatus-and I led them over to a spot near the boys' camp. 
Amy had already slipped away that morning and I had little doubt that we 
would find very acceptable targets for Pete's camera. Fred, Harry and Jack 
came along, too, wanting to enjoy the occasion, and we slipped quietly 
through the woods. I led them to a low mound overlooking the clearing and 
motioned for them to be very quiet. 

Peering over the top of the mound, we saw the five of them sprawled on the 
grass. They were a little less than one hundred yards away-Pete estimated it 
as about one hundred yards and I took his word for it-and he said that he 
could get extremely clear, sharp pictures, since they were in the sunlight. 
I examined their grouping as he adjusted and set up his camera. Dianne had 
assumed a kneeling position and Mark was behind her, shoving frantically at 
her rump. She had her face between Amy's spread thighs and looked to be 
giving an energetic sucking to the young girl. 

"Get a picture of her going down on that little bitch!" I muttered 
anxiously. "That'll be just what I need!" 

I could hear Pete's camera snapping away and felt a thump of solid joy 
within my heart. The situation couldn't have been better made to order and I 
was determined to take as much advantage from it as I could. We stayed there 
on the ridge for nearly an hour, shooting film at every opportunity. Dianne 
and Amy each sucked every boy in turn and then presented her ass to them for 
another application of hard prick. Pete got some excellent shots of Terry 
and Chuck humping into Amy from the rear; he said that he had gotten them in 
poses which clearly showed their faces and would leave no doubt in anyone's 
mind as to what they were doing. Amy and Dianne cooperated magnificently, 
though entirely accidentally, and proved to be intent upon displaying every 
facet of their lusty personalities. 

"That's thirty-six frames," Pete said to me at last. "And just about all of 
them are of some really good fucking action. Either that or somebody getting 
some fine head. Wow, that pair of girls really let it all hang out, don't 
they?" 

"Yes, and I'm afraid that this is one time they might have let it hang out a 
bit too far," I said with a wry chuckle. "I'm sure that if I threaten to 
circulate those pictures they'll know right away that the game is up. They 
won't dare get any more of the girls from the camp over here now, not with 
all the damage I can do them!" 

"Yeah, but how are they going to know that you've got the pictures?" Pete 
asked. "I mean, if you just say it they might want some proof. And it'll be 
a week before I can get back out here with the prints. So where does that 
leave you?" 

My elation quickly evaporated when I saw that he had accurately fixed upon 
the one weak spot in my plan. Amy knew me well enough to know that I had no 
camera and very little knowledge about their uses. Fred came to my rescue 
with a suggestion that saved the day. He urged us to march down into the 
camp and confront the group head on. They would be able to see Pete's 
camera, of course, and that would at least create suspicions in their minds, 
if not convince them outright. 

"And there are four of us," he added. "So I don't much think they'll get 
frisky and try taking the film away or anything like that." 

I agreed, of course, and soon we were facing five startled young people. 
Dianne looked owlishly at Pete's camera; I could see that she was dying to 
ask if he had been shooting pictures of their lustful play. 

"Yes, we've been up on that ridge for about an hour," I told them, putting 
on my best smile. "Pete got some very interesting pictures. And with that 
telephoto lens, you can be sure that they were close-ups. Yes, I think that 
there are some pictures here that some people might find very interesting!" 

Mark and his friends at once assumed an expression of the utmost dismay. 
Amy, ever the bold, impudent one, asserted that she didn't care; her mother 
knew that she carried on an active sex life and would say nothing if 
confronted with visual evidence of her wide-ranging activity. 

"I wouldn't bother giving them to your mother," I told her, my heart 
suddenly turning stone cold. "I think it would be better just to circulate 
them among your schoolmates. I've got a feeling that if everyone saw just 
how free and easy you've been, they might have a little different opinion 
about you!" 

Her face fell at that and I saw that I'd scored a direct hit upon her most 
vulnerable spot, her position with her peers. 

"But you don't need to worry about that," I said to her. "As long as you 
behave yourself and stay in camp, no one will ever see the pictures, my 
dear. But if you step out of line, and especially if you start bringing any 
other girls over here, then you can kiss your social life goodbye, I'm 
afraid!" 

She abjectly promised that such an act had been the furthest thing from her 
mind, though I knew better and told her so in blunt terms. 

"And as for you," I added, turning to Mark and his friends, "all you have to 
do to keep those pictures a secret is to stay away from Amy and the rest of 
the girls at my camp. I don't care what you do with Dianne; she's no concern 
of mine. And you must also keep up the work here on this new campsite. As 
long as you do what you were supposed to do and stay away from my camp, you 
have nothing to worry about." 

That seemed to mollify them somewhat, though they still bore very 
disgruntled looks when we turned away to leave. I couldn't resist one last 
shot, however, and took a perverse pleasure in delivering it. 

"And by the way," I said, turning back to them, "if any of you ever wants a 
recommendation as a photographic model, feel free to call on me! I know I 
can give you a very good recommendation!" 


The End
