LITTLE LOLA
By Karen Black


Foreword

In highly industrial societies such as the United States, the family – the basic unit of
society – has been undergoing a severe strain in recent years. And in the light of
massive divorce statistics, it would appear that the very concept of monogamous
marriage is under attack.
Both psychologists and sociologists agree that modern urban man feels the shattering
impact of marriage strain the most, even though the basic family unit fits well into the
modern pattern of suburban family living. But, according to many qualified observers,
the basic family unit deprives its members of important sources of emotional security
and freedom. The basic family unit, they argue, is too narrow a structure to be
thoroughly stable, and its rules are too confining for the well-being of each family
member.
Alvin Toffler in his monumental work, Future Shock, says it is the increasing mobility
of young American families that is producing dramatic changes in their life styles. No
longer do younger people expect or aspire to spend most of their productive working
days in the service of one company, as was the tendency in years past. The trend in a
high-energy, mobile society, such as ours, is for young workers to travel more and
change jobs as they become more skilled – often peddling their skills and services to
the highest bidder. Along with the tide of changing life patterns, Toffler argues, there is
a trend for mobile young couples to marry and remarry often – changing partners
almost in tempo with passing jobs and scenes.
So goes the argument and prediction.
Certainly this is a behavior area in which there is no right or wrong opinion. It is a
matter of individual need in most instances, of personal experience and conviction. And
yet, no unbiased thinking person would deny the important role the institution of
monogamous marriage had played, and is still playing, in the country's development.
Sociologists and anthropologists remind us that every society has its taboo words and
rules of conduct which often stand out in glaring contradiction to those of other
societies. Regardless of who might be considered "right" or "wrong", it is important to
remember that ofttimes the circumstances of life force the noblest of persons, including
those with the best of intentions, to forsake – if only temporarily – the dictates of
conscience and lifelong rigid moral codes.
But those who stumble need not fall; and if they should fall, they need not remain on
their knees, reflecting on guilt or jealousy. For if a picture is truly worth a thousand
words, an ounce of experience put to productive use is worth possibly more.
Confronting directly the explosive problems of guilt and jealousy to be found in the
traditional moral code, this story unfolds a memorable parable of sexual passion and
infidelity that brilliantly illuminates our contemporary situation. This novel is a
narrative of sustained, intense emotion that almost any sensitive reader will be forced to
re-evaluate his or her marriage relationship, and this re-evaluation will, in most
instances, result in the reader being thankful for the strength of his own union.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

The sun hung low in the late afternoon sky. The flat plains stretched for miles in every
direction, ending only in the west with a low dark ridge of mountains barely visible in
the distance. Scattered across the hot arid plains were small canyons and washed-out
arroyos, bordered by occasional clusters of small trees and scrub bushes. At night, well
after the last splashes of pink sunset had disappeared, several bright glows would light
the desert sky; small towns and cities otherwise invisible to the eye during the glare of
the day. Near one of these small towns, on the edge of an unpaved road leading into a
rock scrabbled canyon was a wooden sign weathered so grey by the harsh weather that
the words Camp O'Connor were barely visible to the unshaded eye.
Camp O'Connor was the brain-child of John O'Connor, a retired army officer. A small
cluster of old cabins and low bunkhouses scattered at random along the canyon walls
and floor, it resembled nothing so much as a long abandoned army camp or minimum
security work farm. In fact, it was a summer camp for wayward teenage girls whose
parents had given up the attempt to manage their wild and irrepressible children, giving
the duty to the state instead.
Just past the sign announcing the existence of the camp was a small cottage set back
into the bushes at the edge of the road. Similar to the other buildings in the camp, it
was well-kept, despite its army barracks appearance-well painted, with curtains hanging
in the windows in hopes of making the girls feel more at home. "Makes 'em feel more
like women, weaker and easier to manage," as John himself had told his few employees
at the camp.
With the window wide open in hopes of an occasional breeze, Bret O'Connor sat at his
oak desk, his heavily muscled hand stroking his thick sun-bleached hair as he mulled
over the attendance records. Bret had arrived only two weeks before, at the request of
his uncle, John O'Connor. A graduate of a small teachers' college in the northern part
of the state, he had taught school for a year before receiving the letter from his uncle
inviting him to accept a position at the camp he was beginning. Bret had accepted with
some reluctance. The prospect of being stuck so far away from any kind of cultural
exposure had frightened him a little. But he had always been driven by the need to help
those who had been less fortunate than he, and he knew there was much he could offer
the children who had been abandoned by their parents to the dry isolation of Camp
O'Connor.
So he had arrived, so recently, yet seemingly so long ago, in his pickup truck with his
German Shepherd dog in the front seat beside him, his few belongings stacked neatly in
the back. Now, two weeks later, he had set up sleeping quarters in the back of this
'administration building', as John called it, and was ready to meet the responsibilities as
co-director of the camp.
Or, so he thought...
But that second, more consciously hidden, reason for his coming to Camp O'Connor
would not leave his mind free to do his work.
Leaning his elbow on the desk, head resting in his upturned palm, Bret thought of her
now. Carol... he mouthed the word soundlessly. She was difficult to forget with her tall,
lithe model-like body and streaming blonde hair. Everyone marveled at the striking
appearance the couple made. I'd be with her now, thought Bret disheartedly, except my
damned prick ruined it.
They taught school in the same building where Bret taught English and Carol drama.
They had been assigned to be chaperones for the Junior Prom and, as the only two
single teachers, had naturally found each other's company a relief that night. He'd
bought her a corsage just to get into the mood of the occasion. From then on it was
love.
Just one flaw in an otherwise perfect relationship: Carol had told him from the
beginning that she did not believe in premarital sex, that she just wasn't that kind of
girl. Still, over and over he had pushed her almost beyond her ability to resist, but each
time he had apologized afterward for getting carried away, and had said that it was only
because he loved her so much.
Bret chuckled bitterly now at his own defeat. Once he had come really close to getting
what he wanted from her. "God, who could love a woman and not want to make love?"
he'd implored of her endlessly. Her answer was always the same – a curt rebuff. Bret
thought back on that evening only three months ago when they had been on a summer
vacation and he had gone to spend a week with her and her family at their lake house
in Florida, and on the last evening of his visit, they had decided to go for a midnight
canoe ride around the lake. The moon was full and even though it was late the air was
still warm, so Carol had only slipped a short beach jacket over her scanty white bikini,
leaving it open down the front. How like a woman, thought Bret, doesn't wanna make
love but runs around half-naked – enough to drive a man bananas!
She had sat in front facing him as he dipped the oars in the water, silently pushing
them through the stillness. She leaned back and let her hands trail over the side,
smiling shyly each time his eyes would run up over the full length of her body and stop
at her face. Christ, she was beautiful in the moonlight! Tonight, he thought, tonight, he
would ask her to marry him and then she couldn't refuse!
She probably knew what he'd been thinking, and she wanted it too – but not until he
was her husband. Even though she tried to do it surreptitiously, he'd noticed every time
he turned his head he could feel her eyes on his naked chest and shoulders, and he
wished she'd admit that it was sex she wanted – not a husband.
Without realizing it they were getting close to the shoreline because suddenly the canoe
had been shadowed from the moon by overhanging trees.
Then the keel had slipped to a halt, and Bret had leaped over her reclining body and
pulled the canoe up onto the shore – all executed in one swift movement to make it
seem intentional.
Carol had lifted her eyes to him, the soft blue glimmering in the starlight and he'd
whispered in answer to those eyes, so blue and wanting, "Come on, Carol. Let's take a
little time to ourselves. It's my last night and we've spent nearly every minute with your
parents." His surprised girlfriend had looked at him questioningly, but had taken his
hand and stepped out onto the little sandy beach covered with pine needles.
"I love you so much," he had murmured into her ear, and then, uncontrollably at first,
and later desperately, his arms were around her, drawing her tightly against his almost
naked body. He couldn't help but press his mouth wetly down over hers, and breathe
heavily from his excitement as they kissed. Warmly, she had responded by wrapping
her arms around his neck and answering his French kiss by slipping her own searching
tongue up into his moistly working mouth. That was one of the few concessions she
had made to his insistent demands on her and she had learned to like the sensual
feelings it caused to run through her body.
Bret remembered how elated he felt when he had become more and more passionate,
pressing his warming hardness into her bikini-clad loins. She had tried to pull away,
not wanting to ruin their last evening together. But still, she would not give in to his
body, even though through his swimming trunks she had no doubt felt the growing
bulge of his throbbing cock as it swelled lewdly against the naked part of her belly
above the scant bikini.
He thought everything was going well, all under control, when she gasped, "No, no,
Bret. We can't!" into his almost smothering, groping mouth. It was then that he
couldn't keep his desires hidden any longer. Somehow, he couldn't remember the lurid
details now, he had managed to force her down into a supine position on the pine
needles and roam his hands over her nearly naked body as his weight held her under
him. He'd run his fingertips lightly along the sides of her thighs, a gesture that had to
send shivers up and down her spine, and then they slithered on to the indentation of
her waist. The maddening softness of his touch had made her squirm under him,
unintentionally adding to his own pleasure until, without thought, his hands squeezed
between their bodies and slipped up under the top of her bikini to grasp her full
sensitive breasts.
Carol must have sensed the relief and satisfaction he got from holding her tender ripe
mounds because she did not resist any longer, but let him caress them at will. He'd
groaned in pleasure as he hungrily massaged the resilient flesh with his hands, teasing
the tiny, now awakening nipples into attention as he lightly pinched them up into
rubbery firmness. His inciting touch had sent waves of disturbing sensations rippling
through her whole body, and she uttered no protests.
Bret had fought to hold her under him. Spreading her long tanned legs out on either
side of him to gain a foothold in her struggle, Carol had unwittingly widened the gap
betwen her loins, and Bret ground down into the now opened vee of her legs with his
pelvis, his rigidly hardened cock rubbing through his trunks up against the narrow
white band of her bikini bottoms. Her vain attempts to escape only incited him further,
she must have realized as her squirming hips pushed up against his swollen thick cock,
and she finally let her body go limp.
Bret, thinking she must have given into her sexual desires, had begun rubbing up and
down in a slow smooth rhythm against her thinly protected cunt, as his hands had
continued playing with her uncovered breasts. The now unresisting blonde had thought
she would be able to just lie still and let her boyfriend carry on with his lewdity, but to
his surprise, and hers too, she did nothing in protest when he removed his hands from
her excitedly heaving breasts and pushed them down under her firm buttocks pinioned
against the pine needles below. Then, cupping her asscheeks in his palms he had pulled
her loins up against him and, breathing heavily into her ear, had shortened his
orgasmically spasmodic strokes until he had reached a climax. All at once he had
gasped and jerked uncontrollably, and then he lay still between her outspread legs for a
long time, all his strength seemingly drained away in one brief moment of sensual
explosion that cost him his girlfriend's respect and the ultimate loss of a promising
relationship.
After a running dive into the lake, leaving Carol behind to pick the pine needles out of
her loosely hanging blonde hair, he'd returned, dripping wet, to cold icy stares that now
made him shiver with cold, despite the ninety-odd degree heat in the arroyo canyon.
Profuse apologies and jokes could not thaw her, so he'd left the next day with no word
from her despite the numerous phone calls and letters trying to rectify one moment's
passion.
And when his uncle contacted him, asking if he would care to join him in the
directorship of the Camp O'Connor, he'd accepted, anxious to be out of the town in
Utah that suddenly was too small to accommodate the two of them comfortably. The
pain was intense, far worse than anything he'd imagined any woman could inflict on
him. Anyway, he'd rationalized to himself, it will be good to be away from women for a
while. Give me a chance to dry out, so to speak. I'm never going to get excited over a
female again, he vowed. Nothing but trouble. So, to assuage his loneliness, he bought
his German Shepherd, Rover.
Bret O'Connor rubbed his eyes and stared out the freshly washed window of the cabin,
staring out over the dry isolation of the valley fit only for coyotes and rattlesnakes. Yes,
if any place could get his mind off Carol, Camp O'Connor was surely that spot, and as
co-director his days began at seven o'clock in the morning with the raising of the flag,
which actually served as a body count to find out which little pubescent girls had slept
late despite the unwritten code that everyone must be at the breakfast table, hungry or
not.
The whole camp was run on trust, otherwise. At Bret's suggestion, the camp was run
on an honor-system which seemed to work quite well. Disagreeing with his uncle's
"gestapo tactics", he'd convinced him that children only rebel when spied on and that it
was that kind of authority that had sent them there in the first place. After a week's
trial, John acquiesced and it became Bret's responsibility to make certain that none of
the wayward girls could shirk duties or sneak off into the canyon unattended.
But with the coming of Lola, two days ago, things changed! It was a rule of the camp
that no one ever asked or talked about what the children had done to get themselves
into trouble. John and Bret could always find out if they wanted to, but there had been
too many cases of girls sneaking into the administration building to poke in the files
out of curiosity. But when Lola, just turned thirteen, was entrusted to their care, Bret
found himself wondering just what the girl had done that caused the authorities to
react. True to his code, he didn't ask, but kept a close eye on Lola who was lovely and
well-developed for her age. She carried the air of a woman twice her age, with her
budding breasts thrust out in front of her, wriggling her buttocks salaciously as she
slithered by, a grin always lining her face as if she harbored a secret she'd tell no one.

* * *

Lola lay on her back, looking up at the darkening sky and the high clouds that were
tinted pink by the setting sun. She lay with her dress pulled up near her buttocks. Her
long, thirteen-year-old tapering legs and finely formed thighs were exposed to the ants
and prairie dogs burrowing holes into the dry, crusty earth of the Utah desert. Her
thighs, with their firmly muscled contours plainly visible, were enough to arouse even
the rabbits scampering in and out of the low bushes. Her dress was high enough to
show just the beginning of the tightly fitting white band of her panties which pinched
between her lovely loins and over her bulging mound of Venus. Lola lay on her back,
her long legs exposed and spread slightly apart, her breasts riding high for a thirteen
year-old were full and heavy on her chest, the cleavage between them deep and fleshy.
She closed her eyes and took another drag off her cigarette.
Christ, she thought to herself, what a drag bein' stuck out here in the middle of fucking
nowhere... no boys, no hip parties. Nothing but rabbits and prairie dogs, breakfast at
eight, dinner at six. Same ol' shit everyday. What a drag! I'm gonna start rapin' the
rabbits pretty soon.
She took another hit off her precious cigarette and mashing the lit end into the crusty
earth, put the butt into the pocket of her light summer dress for safe keeping since she
only had one pack left from the carton she'd hid in her trunk.
Lola lay there half asleep not caring that Bret, the co-director would be looking for her,
her absence surely noticed at flag lowering time. What could they do? Send her back to
juvie? At least there they had boys around once in a while.
Yawning, she cushioned her head with her hands and let her mind drift off to four
months ago, remembering with a half-smile on her pouty mouth why she'd been sent to
this God forsaken camp in the first place.
Although she was only thirteen, she was already fully developed. She smiled to herself
remembering how she drove the boys in school wild as she twitched and undulated
down the hall. The boys looked at her, and their mouths went dry, and their eyes
narrowed as they watched her teasingly tempting walk with her buttocks twitching and
her breasts so quiveringly firm under her brassiere and dress. She couldn't help the way
she walked. To be honest, she enjoyed it, because for the first time she had become
conscious of the power she held over men. "Cock teaser," they'd call her, knowing she'd
twitch and slither even more hearing their salacious comments.
It embarrassed her at first, but at the same time it excited her. The words seemed to fly
through the air and sting her, causing her to blush and giggle. It was wicked and risque
talking "grown up" like this. Yet she knew she couldn't stand there and let the boys talk
to her that way; after all, good girls weren't supposed to listen to nasty talk... especially
from boys.
She'd tossed her head and laughed at them, saying, "Oh, you!" Then, spinning on her
toes, she'd walk away, her hips twitching and her buttocks swaying like a belly dancer
in slow motion. She'd glance over her shoulder seeing the effect she was having on the
boys. Despite her rigid Christian upbringing, she couldn't resist being a flirt. She
couldn't resist being, as the boys said, "a cock teaser".
That's just what sent me here, sighed the young dark-haired girl, staring up into the
pink sky. I should have known better than to let Daddy see me out there. But what the
hell? He's not really my father anyway. Don't know why Mom got so upset.
The day that Lola was to remember forever had dawned very hot, and her step-father, a
drunk who'd lost everything he'd owned in a poker game, saw his step-daughter
strolling along in that syrupy wanton way she had. She walked with her hips jutting
out, the small of her back curved and her big, fully ripe breasts jutting out and
bouncing firm. He stepped behind a tree and caught his breath. Damn, with a body like
that, she's just got to be fucking everybody in school! She has to! And from what I've
been overhearin' down at Krome's bar, she's one of the hottest little bitches around.
Christ, if her mother ever found out I've been watching her daughter takin' her bath
and paintin' her toenails red, she'd lash my hide for sure! He stayed behind the tree and
decided to follow her... maybe she was on her way to meet some guy.
Lola strolled along, occasionally raising her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. She
sauntered down to the creek that ran through the farm, down to its shady banks where
she drifted under the trees, feeling the coolness like caressing fingers all over her body,
and finally reached a sheltered place she knew. It was a spot where the creek widened
out into a crystal pool that was hidden from all eyes by bushes, trees, and a natural
embankment. Here, Lola kicked off her shoes and waded ankle-deep in the water,
playfully kicking up a spray, with her dress showing a flash of nakedly white thigh.
There, in the tiny glen, Lola felt that she was safe to do as she wished.
The young brunette hadn't counted on the prying eyes of her step-father... the horny
drunk who had made his quiet way up along the embankment, and now stood looking
down as Lola tossed her thick mane of black hair. He crouched down behind a tree on
top of the knoll and watched Lola sprawl in the grass and turn her face up to the
warming sun. Her face was delicate, with a slender nose that ended in a provocative tilt.
There was also a tilt to her wide set pale green eyes. Her face was delicate and feminine,
right down to her wide, fleshy mouth.
But it was her voluptuous young body that excited her step-father and made him chew
on his tobacco-stained lips. He watched from behind the tree and saw Lola lean all her
weight back on her arms, letting her head fall even further back so that her face and
throat were presented to the sun. She raised one leg and bent the knee. Arvin, her step
father, held his breath as he watched the plain little dress slide over the knee and reveal
her firmly white thighs. He saw her sprawled with the hem of her dress in her lap and
her legs spread as she let the knee wantonly fall over to one side, revealing her loins,
revealing all her virginally budding secrets, revealing the tight white band of her panties
that so snugly held and hid her thirteen-year-old pussy. Arvin stared as though
mesmerized at the flimsy white panties covering the treasure he wanted so badly, then
blinked and wiped sweat from his hands by rubbing them on his dirty Levi's.
Holy Christ, does she know I'm watchin'? Is she putting on this show for me? his
inebriated mind raged.
Lola lolled back, her eyes closed, smiling slightly at the kiss of the sun on her face and
neck. It felt so good! No more listening to her parents fighting about money. The rays
caressed her flesh and made her tingle in a drowsy kind of way. A slight breeze blew
and sent ripples of pleasure over her face. Lola listened for a moment while lazily
thinking how nice it would feel if she were to...
You bitch, thought Arvin. You dirty little cunt! he mumbled to himself when he saw his
step-daughter sit up and open her eyes and look around. Slowly, he sank back into the
shade of the tree and held his breath. With one eye, he watched Lola glance around and
cock her head as if listening for something. Had he made a noise or did she hear
someone coming?
No! He held his breath and felt his rapidly awakening cock give a hard jerk in his pants
as he saw her unbuttoning the front of her dress and pull it free of her creamy
shoulders and gather it around her incredibly slender waist. Arvin's mouth went dry as
he looked at her two nakedly free breasts with their tightly tensed nipples so dark and
round and young. He watched her breasts quiver and shake in a wantonly provocative
way; they were ripe and round with heavy half moons of shadow under them as she
again leaned back all her weight on her arms and let her head loll back with her eyes
closed. Her breasts were jutting up, right at him and the step-father felt he could leap
up, run down, surprise her, and grab those tits in his hands... and pinch them and
massage them... and put his hungry forty-two year-old mouth over those tautly teasing
nipples and bite and suck on them. He bent over again, forced to adjust his swelling
cock in his pants.
"Jesus, I'm in for a show!" he whispered the words in his dry caked mouth. "This is
gonna be even better than the bath scenes!"
His hand swatted at the sweat forming on his upper lip just as Lola sat up again and
looked around with a dreamy expression. Arvin sank back further, keeping one eye on
her and one hand on his painfully tight groin.
Lola was feeling good, very good, and a little bold and wicked at that. Supposing
someone came along? She smiled, knowing that no one would. Only her mother was at
home, and she was doing the wash. Arvin was probably downtown getting drunk as
usual, shooting craps and chewing tobacco.
Satisfied, she felt safe, felt this was her day, her hour that she could be safely alone and
do exactly as she pleased, that she could be free and enjoy the sun. Free! The word
hummed through her head like a song, a wantonly sensuous song. She cupped her
nakedly quivering breasts with either hand, touching them softly and intimately, her
fingertips brushing across her already distended nipples. A thrill of lustful desire swept
through her body, mixing, smoky and brooding, in her groin. Her entire young body
seemed to, for a minute, throb with the hotly liquid desire of being a ripe woman.
Lola almost lost her balance as she felt desire ripple through her body in increasing
undulations as her fingertips brushed back and forth across her nipples. It felt so good!
Arvin watched, his cock rock-hard now and pressed throbbingly up against his stomach.
Goddamn! She's actin' like some kind of whore!
Lust twisted his face as he watched the unsuspecting girl gently teasing and exciting
herself. He was right about her. She was putting out! Somebody definitely was getting
her nooky! He clenched his fists and crouched low behind the tree, preparing to charge.
He was just about to go barrelling down the hill as if he were pulling off an off-tackle
plunge when he froze, catching his breath in an audible way he was afraid she heard.
She was sitting up again and using her hands to push the dress down over her creamy
white hips. Arvin held his breath as he watched her rocking from one cheek of her
buttock to the other, wiggling, writhing lewdly and brazenly as she slipped the bunched
up dress down over her thighs and all the way down to her knees. She sat for a moment
in her little white bikini panties, feeling so drowsy in the sun.
Arvin licked his dry lips and watched her with her naked breasts caught between her
arms, pressing her cleavage tightly deep. Her breasts ballooned out between her arms,
making her nipples more tautly tempting than every before. His eyes greedily took in
her firmly flat stomach with its navel plainly visible as her abdomen tautly rippled when
she again leaned back on her arms and tossed her wild black mane of hair.
Lola basked in the gently, sensuous warmth of the sun. She closed her eyes and felt it
warming her all over. On an impulse, she again sat up and hooked her dainty thumbs
in her flimsy panties and pulled them off, feeling a cool rush of air on her heat
moistened cuntal slit and in the deeply tight crevice of her buttocks.
Arvin felt his body quivering like a big cat ready to leap. There she was before him, his
step-daughter, totally naked, her sensually voluptuous body so young and firm with a
rubbery kind of resilience. He watched her breasts – twin white orbs – quiver
elastically as she moved, lying down and stretching out in the hot sun. He saw her
young naked loins moving enticingly as she stretched her legs. His eyes were drawn to
her groin where her firmly shaped thighs met her nakedly tempting torso and he saw
her softly parted pubic hair and her cuntal furrow. His eyes fastened on that slit and he
caught a glimpse of warmly pink cuntal flesh as she lazily spread her legs. Her pulpy
pussy lips were already glistening and swelling even as he watched. His cock throbbed
and lunged once like a wild animal seeking freedom, and he gritted his teeth hard in an
effort at self control. Would he do it? Would he really dare – with his step-daughter?
He could tell from the sexy way she was acting that she wanted it, badly.
Lola lolled back, eyes closed, basking in the rays of the sun, gradually becoming
sensually aware of her own naked body. She felt her virgin cunt growing moist with a
throbbing itch, and her hands whispered over her ripely straining breasts once more,
her contoured stomach and over her navel to the sparse triangle of pubic hair. Her
fingers lazily brushed back and forth. She felt wantonly hot and she raised one knee
slightly as her fingertips skimmed down the length of her wetly swelling slit. She felt
the moist warm heat of her own cunt, and a tiny moan of delight escaped her lips. The
sun, her hands, they felt so good!
Her fingers began tenderly probing and teasing her clitoris into an erect life of its own.
She felt a rippling erotic pleasure tingle through her nakedly aroused young body as her
cuntal lips grew wet and began pulsating under her gentle ministrations. She felt so
devilishly wicked as she allowed her hips to jut obscenely upward while her finger slid
up and down the heatedly lubricated slit in an ever increasing rhythm.
A crash from up on the embankment made the young thirteen-year-old brunette sit bolt
upright, a strangled cry frozen in her throat. She didn't have any time to move before
her step-father crashed on top of her with a savagely guttural snarl. Lola was knocked
completely over, her naked loins flashing, her young breasts bouncing. They rolled over
and over under the impact of his charge and ended up right next to the pond, with
Arvin on top of her.
Lola was seeing stars, and her lungs felt like they were on fire as she gasped for breath
and tried hard not to pass out. She opened her mouth to cry out but Arvin clamped his
hand over her mouth. "Shut up, you little slut," he snarled. His wild-eyed face was only
inches from hers and she could smell alcohol on his breath. He had been drinking
again! His lips were twisted in a facsimile of a grin. "You make a sound, you make one
peep, and I'll tell your mother you been layin' out here naked in front of God and
everybody."
The words were hissed, spat out in her face, and her whole body tensed as she tried to
shrink away from him. He gradually removed his hand from her mouth, keeping one
finger held up as a warning. Slowly, he removed his weight, getting up and allowing her
to catch her breath with her breasts ripely heaving up and down in front of his eyes.
She watched him with wide open eyes as he began taking off his shirt. Arvin was still
well built for being a middle-aged alcoholic and she saw his muscles rippling as he
unzipped his faded Levi's and stepped out of them.
She gave a gasp of terror as she saw the hugely obscene bulge in his jockey shorts. His
cock was so big he had trouble getting it out of the underwear until finally it sprang
free. Her hand flew to her mouth as he stood nakedly menacing over her. His cock! It
was so huge! She had never seen anything like it. He held it lightly with one hand, a
sadistic grin on his brutal face. She stared up at the lust swollen, blood red mushroom
head. She saw his thick white shaft with the bulging veins and, as she watched, her
heart pounding, he pulled back the tautly tight sheath of foreskin and the flanged head
ballooned out, red and shining. "No!" she cried, her voice trembling.
"Come on, you little slut. You're putting out," he growled, "now you're gonna put out
for me."
"N... No! Never, n... never before!" she stammered.
"Don't give me that bullshit," he crouched over her, his voice grating, his long
massively pulsating cock held firmly in one hand. "I'm gonna fuck you like you never
had it before, you little bitch! You think you're so goddamned good!"
"No! Help!" Lola rose up, crying out as loud as she could. He pushed her backward and
kneeled over her naked young body, sitting on her stomach and seized her wrists and
bent her arms back above her head just as his hotly wet mouth clamped over hers and
she felt his hot tongue wetly probing into her mouth.
She tried to yell, but his fiery hot tongue slid in her mouth and lewdly lashed at her
own tongue. The surprised young girl fought for her breath as his tongue pumped
lewdly and wantonly in and out of her mouth. Despite her shock, a certain lascivious
pleasure rippled through her body.
Arvin was grunting like a madman as he pulled his cruel wet mouth away from her
bruised lips and hissed, "You make one more sound and I swear I'll punch you!"
Again Lola tensed. She believed him, had no reason not to. He was wild, his eyes were
bloodshot, his breath reeked of stale beer, and his hands were hurting her wrists as he
squeezed them tightly to show he meant business.
Arvin shifted his weight and looked hungrily down at her large fleshy breasts in all
their firmly erect splendor. With her hands forced up above her head and pinned there
by his grip, her breasts were arched with her nipples right below his face. With a
chuckle, he lowered his hot wet mouth and clamped his tongue and lips over one
pinkly erect little nipple.
"Noooooo!" Lola moaned, her head rolling back and forth as she felt him first suck,
then bite the nipple. Despite the discomfort, she felt an unexpected ripple of pleasure
mix deep down in her loins... a masochistic thrill at being so helpless while her step
father's hungry mouth ravaged her nipple, sucking and nibbling it into a tautly hot
shape of its own.
"Ohhh, God, please stop!" she whispered, her voice hoarse, afraid to yell. She shivered
with fear as his voracious mouth moved over to clamp on her other breast, and she felt
that second nipple being sucked until it ached with a combination of wanton desire and
physical discomfort. She knew there were red teeth marks in the hotly tender flesh of
her breasts and this excited her in a wicked sort of way, especially since it was her
mother's husband who had inflicted the mark of his lust.
"N... n... nooooo!" she wailed as her step-father shifted his weight on top of her, his
thickly muscled chest crushing her breasts and pushing the breath out of her tortured
lungs as he grunted, "Spread 'em baby, Daddy's comin' home!"
"No! Please, I'll give you anything, Daddy!" Tears welled up in the naked young
daughter's eyes from the shock of her condition as she felt his heatedly pulsating prick
pressing against her stomach; it felt hard and hot and thick and huge! He was going to
really give it to her, that she knew!
"Anything?" he asked between gritted teeth.
"Anything!" Tears snaked down her flushed face, and for a second she thought she
might be getting out of this mess.
"Then how about a little nookey, honey?" His laughter was wild and harsh.
The heat from the sun and the helplessness of her condition left Lola limp, like a lifeless
rag doll. Her strength ebbing, she realized he was forcing her legs wide. She felt his
powerful loins between her legs, and then her eyes opened very wide, and she screamed
in shock as she felt the thick head massively pushing on her virginally tight pussy lips.
"Aaaaggghhh!"
His teeth tightly gritted, his lips twisting open wide, he thrust with all the brute
strength of his forty-two years. He was driven wild with the taste and smell of her. He
felt the thickly blunt end of his cock spreading her wetly cringing cunt as he bore down
hard. She whimpered and the sound caused him to thrust forward with brutal delight.
The flanged head of his cock plopped just inside her tight, hotly quivering little cunt
with a quick wet popping sound. Lola felt herself impaled on his heatedly pulsing cock.
His massive cock head was buried just inside of her cunt with her cuntal lips drawn
tight as rubber bands around the thick shaft. Lola was positive he was going to fuck his
massive hardness clear up into her throat itself. She trembled, sending her cunt into an
oddly pleasing quiver around the throbbing head. She smelled his sexual heat, and felt
his huge cock like a throbbing piece of hot meat lodged in her cunt.
Slowly, Arvin began pumping his hips moving his rigidly thick cock like a huge piston
fucking in and out of her tender thirteen-year-old flesh.
Lola couldn't move, and she gasped for breath and tried to keep from screaming as she
felt the lust thickened cock spreading her cuntal walls until it seemed they surely were
being ripped from clitoris to anus. She lay rigid, her cruelly violated young body
trembling in spasms of guilt. Guilt! She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. Tried
to think about the wanton excitement she had begun feeling with each thrust of her
step-father's lewd cock. She couldn't help herself, and the more she tried not to think of
it, the bigger and harder his cock became... and finally she was forced to admit to
herself that she was enjoying it!
She was loving it!
A sudden stab of guilt shuddered through her body as she felt her wetly pulsating
cuntal lips pinched in with each wonderfully heated thrust of his shaft. On each
withdrawal stroke she felt them clinging to his hardened prick, and the obscenely
exciting mental picture of what was happening made searing spasms of pleasure streak
through her loins and caused her puckered little anus to tremble with delight. She was
enjoying it!
She knew she shouldn't be enjoying it, she knew she was being forced into making
love, that she was being marked forever, she knew it and felt full of shock and
discomfort. Her momentary pain made her sob real tears and babble incoherently for
Arvin to stop. Her head lashed from side to side, and she bit her lips against the
increasing pleasure she was feeling with each deeper stroke of his hotly rampaging cock.
She fought against the itching urge in her hips to pump them lewdly back and forth.
The more she tried not to think of it, the more she enjoyed it.
She loved it!
There was something so thrilling about being so helpless while being fucked by her
own step-father! She shuddered and her mouth fell wantonly open as she gave out a
half cry, half moan. The cry ended in a deep moan, a moan as rich and deep as a cello
and her step-father grinned triumphantly as he saw her face and began fucking her
harder and faster.
He went crazy, fucking her insanely, his thick, wetly glistening cock slamming
mercilessly in and out of her hideously stretched cunt, his balls slapping rhythmically
against her thrashing softly fleshed buttocks. He fucked her with all his might, lifting
his hips up off the grassy ground and fucking her down again, fucking all the way into
her, feeling his mushroom head slam into her cervix deep in that velvet volcano that
was her tight little thirteen-year-old cunt.
It was as if all restraining bonds had burst inside Lola, for she lewdly threw back her
head and thrust her nakedly straining breasts up at his face, all the while wantonly
pumping her hips up and down. She was suddenly a lewdly writhing animal, curling
her legs and arms around his hard body in an effort to take all the cock he could offer
her.
Her mouth was open, her eyes closed, and she moaned with an obscene delight as she
gripped his hotly fucking prick hard with her cuntal muscles, used now for the first
time. She saw his eyes squint with pain and delight. He grinned savagely at her, and
then their needy mouths locked together while the girl ground her hips up into his
groin and bent her knees as much as she could. She wanted all of him in her, every last
single inch.
Arvin gripped her with all his strength, his eyes bulging. He was going to give her the
fucking of her life, a fucking she would never forget. He gathered his strength, his teeth
gritted. Damn, but she's tight!
He enjoyed the rubber-glove feeling of tightness he was getting in her moistly hot little
pussy. She trembled ecstatically at his slightest movement, and he knew she was
enjoying it. He could feel the rubbery tenseness in her cuntal lips and the taut exciting
way her tiny erect clitoris stood up when his pubic hair rubbed against it. She was
loving it! She was a slut and loving every minute of it!
They fucked, their now sweating bodies locked belly-to-belly as they writhed and
undulated. He crushed her with his arms as he gasped, "You love it!"
Her only reply was a low moan and her hips moved as if they were on ball bearings as
she fucked up against him with a wanton abandon.
"Tell me you love it!"
Again she moaned as their sweating stomachs slid one against the other.
"Ooohhh, I love you fucking me, Daddy! I love it!"
"Tell me!"
"I... I... like..."
"Tell me!" His voice was a growl as his wetly lubricated cock fucked like a jackhammer
in and out of her tightly fitting cunt.
"I... I like it!"
"Louder!"
"I like it, I like it!" Her voice began to waver and rise as she felt the fucking rhythm
increase and she worked to match thrust with thrust. She could feel his heavy balls
slapping wetly against the tightly clenched buttocks. Her cuntal lubricant had seeped
down deep into her anal crevice as she fucked him with obscene abandon. "I looooove
it!" Her voice was low and wanton, "I love it, fuck it, hurt me, fuck me, rape me!" She
was screaming with lust now, and it seemed his cruel hurting hands were everywhere at
once, all over her body; at her hips, her thighs, her nipples, raking across her wildly
thrashing buttocks and splitting her asscheeks open with an outstretched finger stabbed
at her puckered little anus!
"Fuck me, fuck me, all night!" she moaned, spitting out the word 'fuck' with delight
and feeling an obscene pleasure shudder through her at the forbidden thought. "Fuck
me all night!"
Arvin closed his eyes and thought of nothing but driving it home. They fucked,
crushing the wild sweet grass beneath their bodies, slipping and bucking across the
slope until they were splashing in the water. I'll keep on fuckin' her even if she drowns!
Fuck it, I ain't gonna stop for nothin'.
He fucked her as he felt her tensing beneath him and her moaning becoming deeper
and more rhythmic; it was only then that he felt his own heated cum building in his
balls to the point where they ached.
"Aaaaggghhh!" He felt her body suddenly full of a wanton strength as she arched up
beneath him and her body began trembling deeply. Then she was fighting him like a
game fish before falling back into helpless spasms of searching ecstasy as her first
orgasm convulsed her.
That was too much for the middle-aged step-father and, with a guttural roar, he came,
fucking powerful spurts of his white-hot cum deep into her cunt, filling her up so that it
spurted out all around his wildly jerking cock. Then grinning, he pulled his eagerly
ejaculating prick out and let it flop on her stomach where it continued to pump sticky
white sperm onto her nakedly rippling stomach.
She lay with her loins and stomach glistening with cum, completely relaxed, feeling like
putty, feeling tired, very tired... and a little ill at ease with the situation. Propping
herself up on her elbow, she rubbed her eyes blinded by the rays of the sun. Somewhere
off in the distance she thought she spied a form, a human form, galloping toward her
like an angry stallion.
Lola's hand flew to her mouth and stared unmoving as her mother's screaming form
descended on her. Despite her age, her mother fell on Lola with a fury she never
dreamed she possessed. She called her every vile name she could think of and slapped
her and hit her with her fist and then with her shoe until she collapsed, exhausted, next
to Lola, still muttering how she'd known it all along, 'that her daughter was making
love to her husband and that's why he didn't care about his wife anymore."
Lola's face was bruised and puffing for the next two weeks, two silent weeks of waiting
for the judge to condemn her.
It was in juvenile hall that Lola first learned about drugs and picked up the street jargon
that rattled from her thirteen-year-old mouth with a haughty air of worldliness. But, the
matron in juvie took a kind attitude toward the young girl and, swinging the weight of
her portly position, recommended that Lola be allowed to return home on probation.
Her mother now cooled down and her step-father gone, Lola went back to her home
town; bored with watching television every night, she picked up where she'd left off and
it didn't take long before Lola's disrepute stung the tongue of the small town grape
vine. An irate parent complained, saying Lola had given her son the clap and he
couldn't play football that season. Lola was sent to Camp O'Connor as a final resort...


Chapter 2

Lola opened her eyes, stretched her arms wearily over her head and yawned. I just can't
stand one more night of sitting around that stupid barrack. I'm gettin' so horny I can't
stand it! Even Arvin would look good to me right now. Seems all I do is wait for
everybody to go to sleep so I can satisfy myself and it's a fucking bore! She clenched her
fists in desperation. I swear they hired that dude Bret just to frustrate us. Christ, he's a
sexy hunk! That blond hair and those big square shoulders. I saw the way his cock
jumped this morning when I sat with my legs apart at the breakfast table.
Something was brewing in the thirteen-year-old's mind, something approximating the
cleverest scheme she'd ever dreamed up. The dog... yeah! That's how we'll get him out
there. I'm sure I can count on Arlene and Lois to help me. Christ, they're so fucking
horny themselves they can't stand it. Just last night I heard Arlene pull down her
bedclothes and shove her fingers in her cunt. And she thought we were all asleep!
Dinner that evening was more exciting than usual, with notes being passed under the
table, exchanging hands with lightning speed. Lola's plan had been accepted eagerly by
the seven girls in her barracks, all of whom couldn't wait to get in on the action.
"Arlene and me will get the meat from the kitchen": read a note slipped into Lola's
dress pocket. She giggled when she read it and winked at her friends who sat playing
with their sauerkraut and wieners, far too anxious to eat; all eyes on Bret who sat at the
head of the table feeling something astir but guessing maybe somebody had smuggled
in cigarettes or a bottle of beer. thirteen-year-old girls are children, he reassured his
questioning mind; nothing to worry about.
When the meal was over and thirty-five girls, all dressed in cotton summer dresses, filed
out of the one room barracks with long wooden picnic tables and single benches the
only furniture, thirty-three headed for their barracks. But two slipped surreptitiously
into the meat locker and two chunky hands grabbed a handful of tomorrow's
hamburger patties and stuffed it into a brown paper bag near the garbage can half filled
with onion skins and orange peels.
The sun had dropped behind the arid mountains, leaving a trail of orange-yellow
hovering over the golden foothills surrounding Camp O'Connor. Inside the
administration building, Bret set down his Time magazine and opened a can of dog
food and waited for his hungry animal to return from his rabbit hunting. A half hour
passed and no sign of the animal. One hour and the flies buzzed ravenously over the
dish of forty-five-cents-a-can dog food. An hour and a half later when the sky had
turned musky gray and the North Star twinkled high over head, Bret went out in search
of his animal.
I hope that stupid mutt didn't run off into the foothills lookin' for coyotes. There's
mountain lions and God knows what all out there.
Flashlight in hand, Bret encircled the cabin calling out Rover's name in high shrill
tones, slicing the cool night air. No response.
Damn dog, muttered Bret to himself. Probably nosing around the garbage cans in back
of the dining hall. Bet he's got his nose twitchin' from those hot dogs we had for
dinner. So, feeling a bit foolish the co-director slipped unnoticed to the rear of the gray
weathered wooden dining hall, knocking into the empty garbage cans with an
embarrassing clatter, but still no sign of the dog. "Rover," hissed Bret, not wanting to
draw attention to himself since there had been reports of girls breaking into the kitchen
to steal a late night snack.
He flicked the switch on the flashlight, all hope lost. Rover would come back when
hunger mastered his free spirit. Animals were like that, he reasoned to himself, passing
by cabin number one where faint girlish giggles whispered behind pink lace curtains.
Bret couldn't help but smile to himself; these young girls amused him. With their
feigned grown-up attitudes and smart answers they appeared so confident and in
command. He'd grown quite fond of them in the past two weeks. Most of them were
from broken homes, products of victimless crimes, though a few had spent time in
Juvenile Hall-like that new one, Lola.
Boy, she is something else, he shook his head, a grin lining his mouth. Despite her
haughty air and trouble making, he had to admit there was something indefinably
sensuous about the thirteen-year-old girl, and he'd be willing to wager she'd been sent
to the camp because of her promiscuity. It was written all over her face.
All lights out in cabin number two, he sighed with relief, confident that his honor
system was working well, proof to his uncle that trust is the highest virtue.
A frown creased the handsome brow of Bret when he came to cabin number three,
nestled in a small grove of scrub pine, fifty yards from the nearest cabin. This particular
cabin had a reputation for housing the most incorrigible and troublesome girls in the
camp. There was no rule saying that anyone had to be in bed at any given time. Still
though, it was after eleven o'clock. He snuck up to the cabin and blinked and squinted,
thinking he saw a movement, a darker shadow in the shadows of the cabin. A light, a
shaft of light, like someone opening and closing a door quickly, told him someone was
up in the cabin.
It could be Lola. He walked around the side of the cabin, picking his way carefully in
the moonlight. On the far side, the side facing the mountain, there was a big window.
Feeling a little guilty and apprehensive about what he might see, Bret peeked in. A low
light was on and all the girls, including Lola, were awake and in the room. Bret
instinctively drew back, not wanting to get caught spying on the children, not when he
had spent so much time talking about trust and the honor system.
A cone of bluish-white light from a wall lamp stabbed through the air inside and
illuminated the room in a soft flickering light. All of the girls were sitting on the floor,
their backs to the window. What on earth were they up to, wondered Bret, stroking his
chin in puzzlement.
He was about to tap on the window when his hand froze in mid-air. A low moan
whispered through the weathered walls; it sounded like an animal, or was it one of the
girls in pain?
Bret stood on tiptoes, peeking through the window, his blond head moving in quick
jerking motions like a rooster strutting through the barnyard. Out of his peripheral
vision he was sure he spied a dog's tail. That's it, he sighed with relief; they've lured
Rover in there and they're teaching him tricks. How cute; I knew these girls weren't up
to any harm.
But what's this? His hands froze on his flashlight when Lola jumped off her bunk and
lay down on the floor on her stomach on a rug. Her long tapering legs were slightly
parted, and her fleshy young buttocks were half-revealed under her flimsy little panties,
peeking out like plump half-moons. The tight white crotch-band cut deep into the
cuntal crevice that was so darkly and temptingly exposed to his eye.
My God! Bret straightened up and planted his muscular hands on his hips. What in
God's name is girl up to? She's a trouble maker. And Rover? What was he doing in
there?
Bret was ready to stalk off and knock on the door and confront the girls. Something
told him to wait, to gather more evidence before confronting the whole cabin of them!
Something made him stop and wait and see how Rover was involved.
A titter rippled through the cabin of seven girls, but none turned their heads to see him
gaping through the window. Cross-legged, Bret leaned back against the scrub pine tree
and lit a cigarette. Give them a few more minutes, he reasoned, before I go crashing in
on them.
A low animal-like whine drew his attention and he peeked through the window in time
to see his German shepherd, Rover, crouching over Lola like some great threatening
monster. His great panting head was just above her nakedly exposed lower ass cheeks.
He lowered his massive head and his long wetly glistening tongue licked up the length
of her cuntal crevice through the flimsy panties! His nose nestled between the fleshy
twin cheeks of her buttocks that shook they were full of some kind of jelly as he spread
them apart.
Bret couldn't have been more shocked! He was sure that Lola was feigning sleep. Her
body seemed utterly relaxed as the great beast nuzzled and licked lasciviously at the
deep crevice between her buttocks. Then, Bret wasn't sure, but he thought he saw Lola
spread her legs slightly more as Rover's long tongue lashed at her buttocks! Then he
was sure! The girl was slowly and wantonly spreading her legs as if she wanted more.
My God, what is this?
Bret had expected the girls were up to something naughty, but never anything like this!
What she was looking at was something that was planned to be obscene and perverted!
The shocked young co-director watched with an open mouth as he saw the young girl
spread her legs wide, bending her knees as the great tongue continued to wetly lick the
sopping white band of her panties. Then he noticed Lola's eyes were closed, but it was
obvious that she was awake. Her whole expression was twisted in a wanton and lewd
smile. Lola was utterly and completely depraved as she reached around with her hands
and slowly and deliberately pulled her tight panties down so that her whitely rounded
buttocks were completely naked and exposed to the savage licking of his own dog. The
animal responded to the sight and scent of her nakedly voluptuous flesh, and his
tongue lashed out, thickly wet as it ran up and down the length of her narrow, hair
lined slit.
Adding to the exciting depravity of the moment, Bret saw Lola's fingers lazily and
slowly part the fleshy mounds of her up-thrust buttocks, permitting Rover's great
tongue to snake over the rubbery bud of her anus that she so wantonly exposed to the
girls sitting around her.
This was obscene! What had the children been up to? Whose sick mind was behind this
filth?
Bret was struck dumb by the enormity of what he was watching.
What kind of a girl was this Lola?
An answer was forthcoming as the aroused young girl rolled over, hastily kicking off
her panties and shoes as her fingers fought with the snap at the waistband of her skirt.
She unclasped the skirt and wiggled and kicked her legs free of it. Then she lay on her
back, wantonly grinning stark-nakedly lewd and exciting from the waist down as she
slowly spread open her thighs, revealing her moistly perfumed cuntal lips to the great
panting dog.
From where Bret was standing wide-eyed, he could see right up between Lola's thighs
into her wetly twitching cunt, almost as if she had set up her act for anyone who
happened by that very window... any victim such as himself. It was all there before him:
the ragged, fluted lips so deliciously swollen and wetly spread to glisten in the soft light.
The whole long length of her pussy slit was right there feet away. And, as Bret watched
in stunned disbelief, he saw Lola's trembling fingers come and slowly spread the eagerly
pulsating walls apart and reveal the hot inner recesses of her young cunt.
The lewd scene had a stunning impact on Bret's senses. He was bombarded with shocks
and excitements. Somehow, in a strange way, he couldn't help but be fascinated by the
lewd sight he saw before him. And to think it's my dog... he chuckled to himself with
lewd delight, as if he had a part in the play.
Lola obviously was nothing but a slut, a nymphomaniac who would do anything!
His attention returned to his dog crouching pantingly between the girl's widespread
legs. He watched as his own animal pet, his dear Rover, lowered his head to Lola's soft,
hair covered pubic mound and sniffed at it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he
had found a bitch in heat. Lola moaned as the cold nose, nuzzling deep, suddenly made
contact again with her tiny puckered anus. She spread her legs even wider, obscenely
bending her knees up until they were crushing her breasts. She moaned again as
Rover's tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the
quivering tip burrowing slightly into the fleshy anal ring.
Then the dog began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit up between the firm young
thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the crinkled little brown anus,
up to the fluted pink edges of her cunt and over the tiny nerve-bud of her clitoris. His
great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft
butter. It flicked relentlessly between Lola's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to
curl its way deep into her. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the huge
dog lapping and sniffing at her naked loins.
Bret shuddered, horrified and fascinated by what he was watching. He had never seen
such a lewdity in stag films – let alone kids – acting in such an obscene way. Lola
seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. She was a willing victim! Bret felt that
somehow this obscene act he was watching had to be stopped. But how? It was already
done and the other six girls were watching it the way adults would watch a stage show.
How could he break this up tactfully? He didn't want to implicate anyone, even his
dog. He didn't know, and his indecision, combined with his morbid fascination, caused
him to watch rather than act.
It was fascinating! He couldn't deny it! There was something so lewd and brazen about
the way Lola was acting with Rover, something that made him continue to watch with
glazed eyes and an open mouth.
On the rug inside the snugly warm cabin filled with eleven-year-old to thirteen-year-old
girls, Lola raised her hands, holding them up for a moment above her writhing young
body, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears.
Her mouth open in silent moans as she kicked back her legs over her head and pulled
the dog's nose forward into her wetly pulsating pussy. His giant tongue thrust up the
moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust cunt without mercy.
Silent shrieks streamed from her lips; pleading and encouraging the dumb animal
salivating up between her wantonly writhing upturned buttocks. He worked like the
savage beast that he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him.
Bret heard moans coming through the walls from the room within. He gasped for
breath and tore his eyes from the wild spectacle and saw the girls grouping around
Lola. He wasn't sure and he couldn't see too well, but he was fairly sure they were
stripping their cabin-mate of her clothes. My God, they won't stop at anything!
The startled co-director's eyes simply had to return to the lewd tableau and the
obscenity he saw there. Again, all he could do was watch with his mouth excitedly
hanging open as her breath came in light, little pants. He hadn't been excited like this
since Carol left him! These last months of repressing and denying were now being paid
for. He felt a raging awakening! His cock began to jerk and throb wantingly. Lust rolled
and churned in his suddenly awakened loins!
The dog lifted his head from Lola's pussy to nose her over on her stomach in servile
surrender; the wildly writhing young girl's resistance had evaporated under the heat of
the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her tight little cunt. She was
enslaved by the huge dog panting over her; her nakedly quivering body spread eagled,
face down on the floor. With a quick desperate movement, she pulled her blouse off,
her big bare breasts quivered and jiggling as she did so. She lay stark naked as the
German shepherd lowered his huge head again, the thick tongue wetly slithering in the
exposed crevice between the moaning girl's buttocks.
Lola twisted back toward him lasciviously, reaching again to spread the ivory globes and
give full access to her tightly puckered anus. The tongue lashed her for another long,
exciting moment... and outside, Bret felt the aching hunger inside his own love-starved
body spread from his abdomen down to his inner thighs.
Rover now was nuzzling under Lola's lust hungry loins, pushing his massive head
between the ground and her pelvis. Bret's eyes widened in disbelief as the dog's head
lifted, raising the girl's buttocks. What he wanted was plain – and Lola obediently
knelt, elevating her ass while the dog orally licked her glistening cunt and anus.
Lola bent before the huge animal in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed
her to servile defeat; crushing her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting licking
on her erotically over-sensitive organs for interminable minutes.
Lola was on all fours now with huge Rover mounting the spread rounds of her
buttocks, paws on her back. It was then that Bret saw that leather mittens had been
lashed to the dog's forefeet to prevent his claws from wounding her. The dog's
glistening scarlet cock slipped from its huge sheath, dripping; the tapered point slapped
and danced in the hot, wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the
tapered point and the thick shaft in her body.
Sobbing with passion, Lola looked back, shifting her youthfully rounded buttocks to try
and capture the lengthening cock; like a bitch in heat, she strove to sheath the long,
scarlet organ in her voraciously grasping pussy. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the
momentarily relaxed anus, and entered about a half an inch. Her mouth open, Lola
tensed, evading the bending, up-slipping prod in shock, but the dog returned
immediately to his task; having tasted partial success. Mindlessly, he thrust blindly, the
thin point sliding unsuccessfully beneath, into the soft, hair-nested cuntal crevice,
rubbing against the clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing cock contrasted startlingly
with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his
still unhoused shaft rubbed heatedly between them. Out of control, the dog curled back
his lips, growling in frustration as the girl, in desperation, reached back and grasped the
slippery organ to guide the point of it into her pink-red slit.
Bret could hear youthful groans of disbelief coming through the window pane as all in
the room looked at the girl and saw the giant German shepherd jerk forward and bury
his huge prick deep up the squirming girl's wetly grasping cunt. The thick animal cock
slithered forward with a wetly hot rush until it was sunk to the hilt, its hairy balls
swinging below her wet pubic hair. A silent moan of relief crossed the features of Lola
as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet each eager thrust of the panting
dog. As the forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her
buttocks in lewd little circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she
was receiving from behind. Her rapture-contorted face turned sideways towards the
window so all could see fully the effect the German shepherd's cock was having on her.
Her large, taut breasts danced tight and teasingly beneath her writhing torso, moving in
time to the skewering cock of the dog as it slid deep into her from behind, a relentless,
hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself snugly up in her belly.
Bret's breath was coming in tight gasps and the burning sensation bubbling in his balls
grew in maddening intensity with each moment he watched Lola being ravished by his
dog. Despite being out in the cold mountain air, the young man's body was beginning
to perspire as he watched the girl with his dog. Sweat trickled down his hairy chest.
Perspiration snaked in a silver river down over his belly and mingled, burning, in his
pubic hair. His balls were beginning to ache with desire, to be touched, to be kissed... to
be violated by those little girls! God, how he wished he could exchange places with his
dog at that moment! The thought of such a thing happening sent a convulsive shudder
through his body, and he felt he would have to do something – anything – to get relief
from the molten hot feeling of erotic desire and need flooding his entire being.
His mind strayed back to the girl and the dog. Lola was now kneeling before the
hunching German shepherd and had gone completely out of her mind now, shouting
lewd encouragements to the dumb beast through tightly clenched teeth. She was
begging him to fuck harder and faster and to spew his cum far up her gluttonous young
cunt. She wanted to be filled with animal sperm and that was all that mattered. Lola
was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that was
begging to be subjugated. She was reveling in humiliation at being screwed by this
panting beast in front of her cabin mates, and she ground her roundly fleshed buttocks
back against this hairy jerking body like another animal. Bret watched in abject
fascination. Tiny rivulets of moisture could be seen building in Lola's frantically
rotating buttocks. They glistened in the dim light and tiny droplets ran slowly down 
the backs of her thighs.
Bret reeled under the impact of her rampant lust as he watched his dog fuck the
thirteen-year-old girl who was entrusted to his care in his uncle's absence. What was
happening before him was clearly his responsibility, but despite his authority to put an
end to it, he felt as if he were about to faint from the sweet churning of his cum-bloated
balls. He had to watch this lewd tableau to the end, he had to stand there and fight his
own need and desire and watch to the end. After it was over, he'd do something.
He watched his faithful pet, Rover, fucking into the nakedly writhing Lola's cunt
without mercy. Something had to give soon! It did!
Suddenly, Lola's mouth twisted open in what proved to be a long loud cry, and she
began twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long dark hair churning on the
rug. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm and screwed her buttocks greedily
back against the dog like a she-demon gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hung
from his mouth as he fucked into the wildly undulating buttocks from behind. Lola
screamed and fucked wildly back against the dog just as he jerked forward and his long
animal cock began spewing its hot white sperm in hard spurts deep up in her madly
milking womb.
Bret watched in fascination as the girl's round buttocks began contracting
uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering young belly.
Thick white liquid oozed from her tight little cunt squeezing the cock of the dog; thin
trails of the sticky white cum ran down the ivory columns of her legs. Her backside
glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she pitched forward
unconscious on her face, causing the rapidly deflating cock of the dog to slip from her
passageway. There was a rapid intake of young breaths making a sucking noise that
echoed lewdly through the stunned silence of the room.
Bret with his mouth open, his forehead covered with sweat, leaned weakly against the
window as it all ended.
Arlene turned her curly blonde head in time to see the co-director's gaping mouth
steaming on the window. Jumping to her feet, she pointed, her shrill voice loud enough
to whisper through the walls: "There he is! I knew we'd get him!"
Bret suddenly realized what it is to be a peeping Tom caught in the act. Six girls rushed
to their feet, all giggling with anxious excitement. Mission accomplished; they'd snared
their victim.
Outside, Bret heard the girls piling out of the cabin on the other side and he heard
pounding feet coming closer and closer. Flushed crimson with embarrassment, he stood
his ground. What could thirteen-year-old girls do in retaliation?
But he soon learned...
Soon they were on him. One hand clamped itself over his mouth, pulling his head back
so that it was difficult for him to breathe. One girl on each side pulled his arms back
behind his back while another eased him onto the ground by kicking the backs of his
knees with fast judo-like stabs of her bare foot. Lois gave the orders, in loud, hoarse
whispers: "Arlene, you take that foot and I'll take this one. Jody and Carolyn, you lift
him by the shoulders while Sandy and Amy help carry whatever's left."
He writhed with all his power, but the leather straps held his hands together in a vice
like grip that would challenge Houdini. He would let them have it when he got free!
No more movies on Sunday nights and they'd have a curfew for sure.
A shudder ran through him when they carried and half-dragged him through the pine
needle covered grounds to the cabin. What did they think they were going to do to
him? Play some joke on him? Well, this had gone far enough.
But the six girls held him tight as they carried him to the center of the cabin and
holding him, while Lola fetched a bed mattress which was slid to the center of the room
and Bret, struggling frantically, was laid on the bed and held in spread eagled position.
What in the world were they up to? Were they really going to do something to him? I
didn't know they hated me so much, he thought with a stab of regret; I thought they
liked me!
Bobbing heads busily worked tying his ankles together, and from his position, he could
see that none of the girls were wearing panties under their knee-high cotton
nightgowns. Well, he'd have to talk to the girls about that. Such behavior wouldn't be
tolerated and he wished now that he would have accepted his uncle's advice in sharing
his responsibility in disciplining the girls with Ann, the cook, the only other employee
at the camp. There were more tender subjects to be broached with these girls than he
thought.
Despite his helplessness a little snicker tickled his throat. It was amusing watching the
pubescent girls working so assiduously at their task and he couldn't help but peek
under their night gowns at the fresh young mounds of their ass cheeks and the fleece of
pubic hair gracing their tight little cunts.
The hand flew from his mouth and a poorly rolled cigarette was forced between his lips.
"Have some grass," Lois giggled, and everyone laughed. For the first time, Bret smelled
an odor in the air, an odor he had smelled before when coming unexpectedly near
cabin three. Now he knew what it was... marijuana! That explains their lewd behavior,
thought Bret, remembering a brochure sent out by the State Correctional Department
warning about the use of marijuana and how it arrested all sexual inhibitions.
Choking, gagging, they continued to force feed him the joint. With the first puff he felt
every nerve in his body tingling and a wildly soothing feeling coming over his brain. He
even managed a wry smile, figuring he would soon be able to talk the girls out of this
stupid prank.
Lola knelt over his body with another lighted cigarette in her hand. She forced it
between his lips. "Suck," she said.
"Yeah, suck!" said one of the other girls stroking her pubic mound with her hand, and
they all laughed at her expression before becoming silent and looking thoughtfully at
one another.
Bret obediently took another drag off the joint, feeling the smoke to be heavily pungent
and sickly sweet. He blew the smoke out.
"Oh, no, you gotta hold your breath," Lois said. He looked up to see Lola's nakedly
crouched body over him, saying, "Take a drag and hold your breath."
He obeyed dutifully, taking in a deep lungful of the smoke and then inhaling it and
holding his breath until he thought his lungs would explode.
One of the many insidiously sinister qualities of marijuana is the way it distorts time.
Bret found himself grinning, looking up at Lola's beautiful young flawless body nakedly
and lewdly crouched above him, her knees on either side of his torso, and wondered
just how many times she had taken drags on the cigarette. Actually, it was a second
joint! He had smoked the first one completely and forgotten about it. There was a lot he
forgot about, and he tried to remember all he had forgotten. Strange things were funny!
It was funny the way he was so helplessly tied. Funny and exciting to be around seven
pubescent girls who fancied themselves to be women.
Lola got off of him now and the girls all stood around the bed, talking quietly as they
giggled down at him.
"Okay, girls," said Lola, her hands on her naked hips. "Get him ready for bed."
Six giggling, chubby, child-like pairs of hands descended on his helpless body, some
deftly unbuttoning his shirt while others tugged at his zipper, still others his shoes and
socks. It couldn't be... they couldn't seriously think they could make him do something
against his moral code of ethics, something against camp rules that would jeopardize his
position.
The sweet odor of marijuana was everywhere as Bret dazedly watched the girls pulling
and tugging at his garments, discarding them one by one. Time seemed strange to him;
it was as if he were looking at everything through the wrong end of a telescope.
The drugged co-director raised his head, craning, to look down at his body. His wrists
were tied and piled up and back, causing his ribcage to thrust itself up and make his
chest look three times as broad as it really was. His Levi's were unzipped and the girls
were slaving over him, trying to get them of without untying his feet – an impossible
task. His head flopped back and he found it difficult to concentrate. What was it he had
raised his head for?
Again, he looked around, trying to orient himself.
"Cut 'em off!" commanded Lola, running to her trunk for scissors.
Bret closed his eyes, mindless of the ripping sound of denim being hacked away at by
clumsy hands. He tried to keep from languidly and lewdly stretching as he felt a rush of
cooling air on his cock as the Levi's were cut from his body. He wore no underwear. He
tensed and a portion of it caught in the deep, fleshy crevice of his buttocks... before
sliding in a silky motion over his anus and sending tiny tingles of pleasure racing
through his body.

Dear Grace, I am a sixteen-year-old girl who sneaks your magazine from my mother's
drawer to read. I've never slept with a man, and I live here with my mother. She works
during the day, and one of my favorite things to do, when I get home from school at
night, is to go into her bedroom and try on her underwear. She has all this pretty lacy
stuff that I love to feel, it is so smooth and cool against my skin. I go in and open her
dresser drawer, and put on her bra and panties; they are all colors, but I like to wear the
black ones, and I put on her stockings, and her high-heeled shoes and stand in front of
the big mirror and pretend that I am all grown up, with big breasts, and hips, and men
come and tickle my pussy and take me out 'til real late at night.
One afternoon, when I was looking for her garter belt to put on, I found this white
plastic thing that was shaped like a big penis. It had a little switch at the base of it, and
when I flicked the switch, the thing started to hum and to vibrate in my hand. I began
to remember the pictures that are in the back of the magazines, ads for vibrators, and a
picture of a girl holding it up to her face, and I knew that that is what this was. It was
nice, I rubbed it against my cheek, and it felt good. Then I lay down on my mother's
big bed on my back and watched myself in the big mirror. I had on her garter belt and
hose, and a pair of panties that were all black satin.
I took the vibrator and rubbed it against my breasts, they really aren't too big yet, but it
felt good rubbing against the tips of them and I could feel a strange tickling start down
between my legs. The more I rubbed the vibrator against my breasts, the more the
tickling was there and I started to touch the vibrator down there, between my legs, on
the outside of my mother's satin panties. Then I pulled the panties over to one side of
my pussy lips, and touched the thing to my pussy just where it begins to split. I had
never felt anything so good. The more I touched, the better I felt, and I could see in the
mirror that my cheeks were getting really red, and I was feeling really warm. When I
touched myself with my finger, it was getting really wet there and I could slide the
vibrator all along the inside of my cunt.
The little machine sent these tingling feelings all through me, and I lay there for a long
time I guess and sucked on the fingers of my left hand while the vibrator tickled me
and I started to wiggle my hips real slow to feel it pressing a little harder up between
my legs. When I felt my breasts again, they were getting all hard, and they felt really
tight and like they were all swollen.
Then, for some reason, I started to move the vibrator a little bit up into my little cunt
hole. My mother had told me all about sex and everything when I was a little kid, and I
knew that there was some kind of skin there if you had never been fucked by a boy. I
didn't want to hurt myself because she told me that it sometimes hurts the first time,
but it felt real good just sort of sliding it in and out a little ways. It was sort of fun to lie
there and watch in the mirror as I moved it between my legs, then I would close my
eyes and imagine that maybe it was the big hard cock of a boy down there fucking into
me real slow, sliding just a little way into my vagina, and the vibrator would slide even
easier, 'cause I would get even wetter just thinking like that. I started to push it in
further, I didn't see how it would hurt when it felt so good, and then I had a sudden
pain and the vibrator was in just about all the way, and I looked down and there was
blood, and I knew that the skin must have broken. But it didn't hurt that much at all
and the vibrator was beginning to make me feel so good again, and I fucked it in and
out of myself faster and faster.
After a while, my hips began to move kind of fast, and I was even starting to really
breathe hard, and I wanted to make it go in and out as fast as I could make it go. Then
I felt something that I had never felt before; it was like a garden hose gushing loose up
inside of me and was rushing all over my body, and my pussy felt so good and my hips
stopped moving, and I lay there and got my wind again. Now I fuck myself with the
vibrator almost all the time. Sometimes I don't even put on my mother's underwear
anymore, but mostly, I do. It seems to make it all so much more exciting with it.
Now I can hold it and stick it way up into myself. Sometimes I like to just rub it all
around my hairless cunt lips until I can feel myself get all wet and oozing and hot.
Then sometimes I slip it in real slow, and sometimes I fuck it in fast so that it almost
takes my breath away. Sometimes, I just rub it on my breasts til they get hard and
swollen and put my fingers in myself instead until I feel myself cum. I even can
sometimes make myself cum twice and three times, all in a row, and then I'll suck the
vibrator when it tastes all sweet and slippery with my cum juice. Mother won't let me
go out on dates with boys until I am older, so I guess I'll be doing this for a long time.
But I know I'll still do it even when I can go out, maybe I always will.
S.R.
Glenn Ellen, Calif.

Dear S.R., Don't count on it. Believe me, there's nothing like a real man making
beautiful, savage love to you. From the sound of your age and your obvious sexual
maturity, though, it won't be long until you find out for yourself. Write me another
letter after you've "tried it, " and see if I'm not right. All the best with your first time,
Grace

He was tied spreadeagled and stark naked from the waist down, his cock completely
exposed now, much to the delight of the little girls who stood in awe around him,
pointing and giggling at his naked condition. He knew he must have looked ridiculous,
such a strong young man being overcome by teenage girls, and he knew he should do
something to object, so he frowned and opened his eyes and mouth to protest, but no
words came out.
They were all crowded around the bed, staring down at his torso. He felt a soft hand
explore his inner thigh. With a flush of embarrassment, he raised his head to see a
naked young girl bending over him. He couldn't take his eyes from her other hand. She
held his rigidly thick young cock in her hand and slowly stroked the sheath back and
forth. Bret closed his eyes and fought for control of his breathing. "No," he whispered.
Voices chorused on top of another as the girls crowded around to watch as Arlene knelt
at the side of the bed, obscenely running her fingers up and down the flesh of his inner
thighs watching his cock become harder and longer with each stroke of her thirteenyear-old 
fingers. Her fingers were going faster now, stroking the hair-lined crevice of his
buttocks.
No matter how hard he tried not to think about it, no matter how much he tried to
concentrate on getting free and back to his sleeping quarters, the captive young 
codirector found his predicament excitingly lewd and thrilling. He was helpless... it was
no joke. And they would tease him til he blew his wad. It would be fun! The irrational
thought raced through her mind with the speed of light and he allowed himself to look
closely at Arlene with his rock hard, throbbing cock in her hand.
He looked up, seeing the girls through glazed, half-open eyes. They were all bending
over him now and at least three of them had taken off their nighties and were playing
with his cock and balls, experimentally running their fingers over the velvety softness of
his manhood. Others stood around touching themselves in lewd and obscene ways; all
of them caught up in the heat of the moment.
"Damn, he's really hot, girls," chuckled Arlene. "Look at this!" She tickled the crevice of
his buttocks, giggling as his cock jumped and jerked in excitement.
The girls bent closer around his loins and stared. They saw his wildly trembling hips
and widespread thighs exposing every inch of his maledom.
One girl, Jody, giggled and lowered her head and licked out her tongue, snaking it
along the silky inner parts of his thighs to wet them all the way up to his dense path of
pubic hair. A tiny groan escaped his lips, and he fought hard against the heated desire
to move his torso... and failed. A restlessly lewd writhing began in his loins as the
twelve-year-old girl's tongue flicked like summer lightning all around his cock which
Arlene was still pumping with her small hand.
He felt the rush of air when Sandy spread his buttocks further apart and heard the
obscene way they talked about him. He felt another tongue lick along the shivering
insides of his thighs, and he fought against the wildly wanton feeling that was rolling
and churning in the depths of his love-starved loins.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. What in God's name were they doing to
him? Bret knew he was probably drugged, but he had never felt like this before in his
life. He was panting from repressed expressed excitement as he felt the strange hands
and tongue on the private parts of his body that had not been touched for years by
feminine hands, and he shivered with a lewd, obscene delight.
My God, these are children, little girls!
"Damn, look at him!"
"What a huge cock he's got!"
"The better to fuck you with, my dear," mimicked Lola in a deep throaty voice.
Giggling, elbowing one another, the girls were all over his body, and he looked up to
blurrily focus on a sea of young budding breasts and fleecy lined cunts... everywhere.
Bret threw back his head and screamed an animal sound as he felt a flamingly hot
tongue lap at the underside of his prick and as voraciously young mouths closed over
his testicles, his neck, and his toes. Tongues were licking his body everywhere, and he
screamed and struggled with all his strength against the leather straps and the
maddening oral assault on his nakedness.
His struggles only served to worsen his position. Young fingers dug painfully into his
soft fleshy buttocks, into the private area of his anus, and spread his legs even further
until his tightly taut thighs were stretched and vulnerable as a heatedly swiping tongue
tip rolled over his sensitive urethral opening, licking expertly. He writhed and
undulated, his struggles gradually falling into an abandoned, lewdly exciting up and
down pumping rhythm.
The shamelessly aroused co-director continued his obscene writhings even after the
eager mouths, one by one, were withdrawn from his body. He was covered with
glistening saliva as he panted for breath with his fully erect cock pointing up at the
ceiling with occasional jerks of delight shivering through his body. No longer was it
necessary to have his legs tied open. Bret held them open himself with all his strength.
The tendons stood out like flesh colored cable along his inner thighs as he spread his
legs and moaned with delight.
He lay writhing slowly and lewdly on the bed, naked, his arms still in the leather straps,
his body glistening lewdly from the saliva from so many mouths licking and sucking
and biting him wetly.
Bret closed his eyes and his hips pumped up and down in rhythmic movements as he
thought of all the young velvety hot tongues that had been driving him insanely toward
paradise. He wanted them back again!
He suddenly didn't care if his uncle walked in the door and saw him at that moment.
The only thing that mattered was satisfying the tormenting need in his body. Jail bait or
no. it didn't matter to him.
The girls parted and Bret looked up to see Lola bending over him. There wasn't a
sound in the place, except for Rover's wheezing snores as he slept contentedly in the
corner, as Lola climbed on the bed and kneeled on hands and knees over the
desperately straining body of the shamelessly aroused co-director. Each of those
watching was holding her breath as they saw Lola bend forward as her hot lips slipped
wetly down over the head of his bulging cock.
"Aaaahhhhh," it was a moan of delight wrenched from his soul. Nothing had ever felt
so beautiful before; her tongue flickered at the urethral opening and then ran
maddening circles around the head. She had pooched out her lips so that her mouth felt
like a soft hot clamping cuntal ring, wonderfully moistened. With her free hand, she
reached down. Her mouth moved, gently bobbing like an oil pump pulling precious
liquid from the subterranean depths. Bret was sure he would go out of his mind from
the sensation.
He could hear whispers and oooh's and ahhhh's from the crowd silently watching. Lola
took it deep in her throat. Faster, faster, faster her head moved until Bret could stand it
no longer.
He arched his back and raised his buttocks off the seat in an effort to jam it further
down her throat. She took it all, and as the head of his prick began swelling to
enormous size, Lola started sucking voraciously, interspersing the vacuum with
occasional little nibbles using her teeth against the trunk and head. He opened his eyes
to see her lips being pulled out grotesquely as they clung to his white driving cock. He
continued to push up to meet her, and she continued to take him.
His mouth was swollen shut and long hoarse pants of breath whistled through it. His
prick felt as though it weighed a ton – a ton of hot boiling cum restlessly surging in his
balls.
"Boy, look at that," whispered one little girl, wide-eyed and disbelieving as she licked
her lips waiting her turn.
"Yeah, no kiddin'," answered another. "Wonder what it tastes like? I've never done it
before."
He knew he was on the verge of cumming and felt he should prepare the girl but as her
motions became more rapid and the suction increased, he suddenly knew it didn't
matter to Lola. She obviously had done this before, the way her thirteen-year-old tongue
was driving him crazy. The cum boiled and seethed in his balls.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned at last. "Jesus, Lola. Christ, let me fuck you! God, I want to
fuck you so bad! I want to crawl in that cunt of yours!"
"Hear that girls? He asked me to fuck him!" In answer she took his balls in her hand,
gently squeezing them, raising the temperature of his loins another ten degrees.
"Tell me again so all the girls can hear!"
"I want to fuck you, Lola."
"And the rest of my friends, too?"
"And the rest of them too."
"Far out!" a chorus rang out in the dimly lighted cabin.
They cut the leather straps then and in mere seconds the young girl and Bret had
exchanged positions. Bret was putting his knees between her thighs and supporting his
weight just above her with his arms. He was going to fuck her but good! He was going
to commit the greatest sin of all at Camp O'Connor, but he didn't care, and he was
going to do it right in front of six girls.
So Lola thinks she knows so much about sex, huh? We'll see about that.
Beneath him, Lola thrust her lips out and wiggled her tongue. She pushed up her groin
tightly clenching her buttocks together in order to elevate her warm wet cunt which was
gaping and glistening with her earlier cum.
"First I'm gonna suck your cunt, Lola. I'm gonna suck that hot little cunt of yours until
you cum!"
"Mmmmmmm... Ooooohhhhhhh..." mewled the young girl passionately, her
voluptuous young body rippling with the shudders of arousal spasming through it. This
is turning out better than we'd planned. I knew when he saw me fucking his dog it
would drive him insane.
Bret devoted himself wholeheartedly to his salacious task. He pressed his face deeper
into the steamy morass of the young girl's cunt, the warmly perfumed flesh rimming
his nose and mouth completely. He jabbed his tongue at the wetly contracting circle of
her quivering cuntal hole, feeling the greedy sucking movements of her tight young
cunt.
"God! Look at that! Look what it's doin' to Lola! She's gonna go crazy. I want some of
that." "Hey, Bret!" yelled another. "Sure yer gonna be able to do it to all of us?"
Suddenly, Bret stiffened his wet, slashing tongue and fucked it as deep as it would go
into the hotly pulsating passage up between her wildly thrashing legs.
"Aaaaaggghhhhh! Aaaaggghhhhh! Oh God! It's soooo gooooooood!"
Lola was going insane from his tongue fucking and her excitedly quivering inner walls
clung voraciously to his long darting tongue. Her nakedly rounded hips and buttocks
quivered and shook with the vibrations which spasmed throughout her pelvis.
"Me next! Me next!" Arlene's curly head bobbed up and down as she watched her
friend, Lola, uninhibitedly aroused, every nerve ending tensed and posed for the
bittersweet agony of orgasm.
Then her whole body stiffened, suspended in space, eyes rolled back in her head as she
screamed, "Oooohhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm cuuummmmmiiinnng!" she chanted
mindlessly, as her passion deranged hips began to grind and batter mercilessly against
Bret's half hidden face in her wildly convulsing cunt. All girls watched as Lola's cuntal
walls milked greedily on the thick tongue of their camp director, and her hands
dropped to entwine themselves in his hair in an effort to force his head even further in
between her lewdly spread legs.
"Eat it!" she screamed between clenched teeth. "Eat my cunt!"
A minute later Lola lay half conscious on the floor next to the bed and Arlene, who'd
been standing there licking her lips and touching her twelve-year-old cunt with itchy
fingers, took her place. Bret and Arlene fucked as though they were trying to commit
suicide, with Bret's hands cupping the warm white cheeks of her ass. Arlene's head fell
back and now her mouth hung open as she lewdly pumped her boyish hips and
squeezed her cunt around his thick young cock.
Bret knew instinctively that he would never again in his life reach such a lewdly
exciting peak of perverted pleasure as he had felt when his hotly throbbing cock fucked
into the tight, barely used cunt. He knew that what he was doing was insane, that
tomorrow he would feel guilt and remorse... but for the first time in his life, he, didn't
give a damn! Abruptly the clouds of marijuana returned to devil his senses; he wanted
to fuck them all, , every last one of those budding little girls.
"God, look at them go!" said Jody excitedly, bending over Bret's naked buttocks and
experimentally worming her finger into his tight anal ring.
"That's it, Jody, keep going! Oh, God," screamed Bret, "fuck me in the ass with your
finger, little girl."
Dimly, in a kind of red-passion, he could see the nakedly smooth bodies of the girls
crowding around. Hands were caressing his body all over. To the sex hungry camp codirector, 
it seemed that he was surrounded by a forest of young fleece-lined cunts. The
girls watched as he fucked their cabin mate, and they played with their eagerly seeping
tight little cunt, feeling a wildly exciting horniness at this expressly forbidden act. They
were going to force their camp director into a gang bang and before it was over they
would all know what it was like to be fucked by an older man. The circle grew tighter
around the two fucking figures.
Bret raised himself on his arms, his wildly pulsating cock buried in the twelve-year-old's
wetly clasping cunt and smiled down at her. She dreamily raised her hands, reaching
for two of the closest cunts crowding in over her. Her fingers wrapped around the
naked cunts of two different girls and Arlene wormed her finger into the moistness of
the warm caverns, smiling lewdly at her new found treasure. Bret saw this, his eyes
wide and blank at the lascivious behavior of the young girl. He fucked forward into her
wildly thrashing cunt and reached his first orgasm with a long animal cry,
"Aaaaaaaaaggggghhhh!" that awakened the sleeping animal who lifted his head for a
second before falling back to sleep in his corner next to the heater.
The man's buttocks pushed back, impaling themselves on the chubby finger still
searching for the nether passage. He tensed for a moment as his hot seed roared into
Arlene's wetly milking pussy, then fell limp, burying his face in her thick hair. He
rolled off her and crawled nakedly to one side, slipping off the bed and onto the floor,
where he could see all eyes on him.
Arlene was still poking and prodding her fingers into the cabin mate's cunts and Amy
was crawling on top of Arlene now, straddling her legs over the sides of the mattress so
that Arlene could finger her more easily. Jody, now abandoned by Arlene, fell on top of
Bret, kneeling on his shoulders, pinning him down with her legs so that her cunt was
inches from his face. He stuck his jerking tongue out and licked the soft flesh of her
open cunt. "Suck me," she demanded.
The other four girls, seeing what delights their friends were screaming over, lined up
for some of the same. They watched eagerly as Jody fell from Bret's hair covered chest.
"Kneel on your hands and knees," Carolyn suggested, and dimly, Bret made out what
was happening. He was kneeling and an impatient young cunt was in front of his face.
He fingered it with one hand and guided it, his hand in back of her buttocks to ease it
closer to his mouth and rubbery lips. He sucked on it, feeling the tiny bud of the
pubescent clitoris grow with each snake-like lick of his tongue.
Bret closed his eyes tight. He had never done such a thing before in his life. The
youngest girl he had ever had sex with was eighteen compared to his twenty-two years,
and he'd thought that plenty daring at the time! The pungent odor of adolescent cunts
was strong in his nostrils, making them flare with a sexual rage. He loved the taste of
that young cum, so fresh and pure and sweet. It was intoxicating him.
Carolyn screamed out her orgasm and, before he had a chance to swallow her juices,
Carolyn had seized his head and pulled his hair, easing his mouth closer to her waiting
pussy. To help him, she opened her fluted young cunt with her fingers, opening the
hole of her budding femininity to his mouth.
Lola went' behind Bret and stared speculatively down at his fully fleshed buttocks
shaking and swaying so invitingly. Bret was in a semi-crouch on his knees, leaning
forward slightly with his back arched and his buttocks sticking out at an inviting angle.
Lola watched them for a hypnotic second before leaning over and licking the length of
the shadowy crevice. With a deep moan of delight coming from Bret, she licked up and
down, flicking over his anus as Bret thrust his buttocks back in a wantonly wicked
manner.
One of the girls, perhaps Amy, judging from her sandy-colored curls, had slid under his
spread knees, head to the front of him, and began nursing his semi-erect cock back to
full life, while from behind Lois poked and licked at his anus driving him into a sexual
frenzy that made him spurt his hot molten cum between the legs of the twelve-year-old
girl who was half kneeling herself now, salaciously grinding her hips in rhythmic
circles. Her fingers entwined in his blond curls, she forced his face deeper into her
hairless cunt while he licked and bit at her cunt.
The scene grew more heated and less rational. The girls became like a pack of winter
hungry wolves fighting over some game. They were snarling at one another and
pushing each other. Suddenly, there was a confused mass of flesh and Bret found
himself supine on the floor as the naked girls fell on top of him. The naked co-director
lay pinned under two girls as Lola forced him to spread his legs wide before sticking
one, then two fingers up into the tight hole of his anus. The girls all licked and sucked
him with a wild abandoned fury, and their cum was mingled with his, and was wetly
glistening on his skin. He was panting and his cock was ravaged from the sucking til it
felt as if it were on fire. He had to be fucked and cum another time or go crazy.
Not caring about his reputation or position at the camp, Bret sucked and fucked and
assumed any lewd pose they suggested. He became their abject slave and did whatever
they wanted of him. He was fingered in the ass by one girl while another played with
his balls, and still another sucked on his prick, the rest licking at his nipples and
sucking on his ear lobes, toes or any part of him left untouched.
Bret had never felt anything so lewd and sensuous in his life. It far exceeded any wet
dream or fantasy he'd conjured in moments of frustration with Carol. He knew there
was enough young pussies around him, that there was enough to last all night. He
would fuck them all until they all passed out... and he would rejoice.
Like a leaf floating on water and going with the movement of the stream, the drug and
sex-dazed camp employee flowed with the imaginative and endless wishes of the girls.


Chapter 3

Bret couldn't remember how he made it back to his sleeping quarters that night, for
when he finally awoke the next morning, it was to the fuzzy degrees of consciousness.
He half-groaned, half-moaned and tossed restlessly. And when his alarm clock screamed
out the hour, when the sun was peeking over the mountains to the east, he realized that
no football practice in college had ever made him so sore. From his ear lobes to his toes
he was covered with scratch marks from little girls' fingernails. He licked his feverish
lips and, for a split second, wanted to believe that all that had happened the night
before had been a dream, a very pleasant, paradisiacal dream. God, all those little girls'
mouths spread in a wide grin.
Christ! he mused to himself, pulling on his Levis; those girls really know how to fuck.
But, no, another, more rational part of his mind protested. Call it off before it's too late.
Uncle John will be back soon and if he catches wind of what's going on, he'll have me
busted for jail bait! I know how he feels about these girls, as if they were his own flesh
and blood, every single one of them.
He brushed his teeth and combed his hair, with little ceremony, tingles of uneasiness
tickling his spine. How could he face those girls after last night? He wondered if all
children of today's society were so sexually mature, so depraved and wanton and
indifferent.
The cold mountain air bit at his fingertips and toes, and he zipped up his Levi, fleece
lined jacket, pulling the collar up high around his neck to camouflage the hickey one of
the girls had planted on his neck.
In the yard the girls were lined up, ready for the daily flag raising. Mentally, he counted
the curly heads of thirty four girls. Lola was missing. Just as well, he told himself. I
don't think I could face her right now anyway.
"Morning, Bret," Arlene and Lois stopped when they saw him and gave him a knowing
grin.
"Morning, girls," he answered, nodding his head. He was determined to keep a front up
and tried to stare down their brazen grins. But Bret found that he wasn't as stoic as he
thought and he looked away in confusion when Amy brushed past him enroute to the
dining hall for a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon.
As man in charge, Bret seated himself at the head of the long wooden picnic tables,
picked up his napkin and tucked it in the front of his shirt like a paper ascot, face
flushed with the embarrassment of a man outwitted by a pack of hungry teenage girls.
One of the girls hid her snicker behind her hand. The girl next to her grinned
triumphantly, whispering back to her young friend who couldn't keep her eyes off of
the handsome camp co-director.
"Lola's sick," Jody chimed from four seats away. "She's feelin' real bad and she tol' me
to tell you that she'd like you to come over to the cabin and take her temperature."
Bret's hand froze in mid-air. Was this another one of Lola's schemes? If it was, he sure
as hell wasn't going to allow himself to get caught in her web again. Yet, he couldn't
refuse; as man in charge it was his responsibility to be there in such moments of need.
"Yes," he assured Jody, if she's sick I'll stop over at the cabin after breakfast." He
choked down another mouthful of tasteless eggs, washing them down with a cup of
black coffee.
The girls were excused, and they filed out in orderly fashion enroute to their domestic
tasks of cleaning their cabins before classes began. Although it was only a summer
camp, the children were taught a variety of subjects – from potting to leather work by
volunteers from the nearby junior college. Good timing, thought Bret, at least I won't
be victim of attack. Again, ambivalent feelings fought for the upper hand in his body. A
sense of shame and indignation welled up in him to mingle with the darkly sensual
desire that actually liked what had happened the night before. A shudder of lewdly
wanton feelings went through him. It was true... and he knew it! He had loved being
attacked by that pack of little horney girls!
His cool gaze barely concealed the hot excitement that now flushed his skin, despite the
cold morning air. It was lewdly exciting to have young girls look at him like that. He'd
always had a body that drove girls wild: broad, hairy chest and slim hips. He knew he
had a power over young girls and the thought was wantonly tempting.
He nodded to the girls in a teasing kind of way and couldn't resist twitching his
buttocks a little as he walked down the path to cabin three. God, what a difference a
couple of hours can make! At the same time yesterday, he wouldn't have dreamed of
acting in such a brazen way. Yesterday Carol clouded his mind, but she was
meaningless today: an ephemeral dream...
Cabin number three was toasty warm, the heater sending out blasts of hot air into the
bunk-filled confines of the wooden walls. Making the pink curtains billow and dance.
On the lower bunk nearest the window, the same window that framed his awe-struck
face last night, now looked over the arid southern Utah mountains, golden glows in the
morning sun. The room showed no sign of the wanton orgy that had taken place the
night before, except for a white tin plate, no doubt stolen from the kitchen, with bits of
dried hamburger sticking to the shining surface in tiny clumps. So that's how they
lured Rover in here! Those little girls will stop at nothing! So it was all a scheme 
to get me in there.
Jody and Amy, the only girls in the cabin beside Lola, pulled the covers tight on their
bunks, giggling to each other in knowing glances, before leaving the cabin. All eyes
were on Bret, all eyes including Lola's sunken blue orbs that showed signs of fatigue
and exhaustion.
"What's this!" asked Bret cheerfully. "I hear you have the flu."
"I have something," she answered ominously.
Was that a grin he saw on her face, or was that his imagination? He studied her
youthful face, so wan and delicate with her black hair cascading over the white pillow
case making her look all the more fragile. It was unreal, last night. He wondered if he
looked as strange as she did, so pale and weak. He put his hands on his hips and stood
with the weight all on one leg, a habit of his since youth. "Worn out from last night,
huh?"
Eyes staring into his, Lola pulled the covers aside and slipped out of bed and padded
over the floor to stand in front of the heater that was giving off hot blasts of furnace air,
making her nightie swirl around her lithe young loins.
She stood before him so voluptuous and firm and young, and Bret felt a return of last
night's lewdly tugging desire. Lola would never be thirteen again, she would never be
this beautiful again.
"You loved it," she said as if there could be no argument with the statement. "You loved
it," she repeated, "and we all know it."
"That's why you lured me out here?"
"Yup!" she answered brazenly, never letting her eyes drift from his.
He couldn't believe it! Never had he imagined that any young girl could be so direct
and so impulsive... so unlike Carol who weighed every action, every crook of the finger.
Bret stood as if turned to stone. He couldn't think, or feel, or act... or talk. He could
scarcely breathe for it seemed that the world has skipped a beat and that someone had
just slugged him in the face. It was true, he had loved it! No woman, no one could do
to her what Lola could do! She was right, he had loved it... and he would love it now.
"N... n... no, it was that dope you made me smoke. Where did you get it anyway?
Smuggle it in?"
Young Lola simply sauntered over, closing the two feet separating them and threw her
arms around him on tiptoes, kissed him, running her tongue in his mouth without
warning.
There was no denying it: he wanted Lola in the worst way. He wanted her honey
mouth teasing his cock, making it hard and throbbing, just like she did last night. She
would do to him all the things Carol denied him.
He stood close to her and ground his groin against her hips, the helplessly aroused girl
felt chills go up and down her spine again as she felt his manly hardness beginning to
throb against her mound of Venus. "Take your nightgown off," he whispered.
Although he fought it, his hot need took command of his body, just as it had the night
before.
Lola answered by putting her fingers down on his cock. Bret almost had to laugh at the
way she did it, but the laugh caught in his throat as her hand began to stroke his
aching cock. Christ, he had to get it out of his pants!
"Take it out!" he said, trying to mimic Lola's casual tone, but the urgency in his voice
couldn't be missed. His cock was throbbing as he imagined shoving it into the little
girl's hot young cunt, and it jerked as her fingers worked deftly with his fly. Suddenly
she scooped her fingers into the gap in his pants, and she came up with his erect cock
in her small thirteen-year-old hand.
"Ooooohhhh Myyyyy!" Lola intoned appreciatively. Bret's long hard cock made her
hand look ridiculously small in comparison, and even though the light was dim, the
throbbing purple head seemed to glow with passion. She kept her fingers wrapped
tightly around the thick base of his cock while she stared at it in mock surprise, "Bret,
why I had no idea!"
Bret grunted a laugh, but he could do no more than that as he felt the growing pressure
in his balls. She was still teasing, a real cock tease if ever there was one, but she had
committed herself. He was going to throw her a fuck she would never forget! Let them
all come in and we'll start up where we left off last night!
Reaching for the hem of her cotton nightgown, her hand stopped him in protest. "Not
yet!" she said sharply. Then she smiled in her thirteen-year-old mock innocent fashion
that showed her dimples and said, "I want to taste it first!"
Sonofabitch! She wanted to suck his cock. Bret thought, this little girl is too much!
"Okay, do it!" he decided to go along with her, at least until he wanted to do it his way.
For the moment, he'd let her call the shots, and anyway he wouldn't mind having her
honey lips wrapped around his hard cock.
Lola led him to the bunk bed, her hand slowly working up and down Bret's cock like
she was pumping water from a well. Her eyes stared at the blood filled organ, a lusting
glaze etched over them, yet she was casual and childish in her manner.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Lola moaned as she moved her face close to his throbbing column of
hardened male flesh, and she opened her mouth, breathing hot air over the tip. His
balls were like giant reservoirs of sperm, filled to the bursting point, and he could feel
the sperm stirring within them, anxious for release. Tiny drops of seminal fluid seemed
to nestle just inside the dilated slit at the tip of the head, and as if she was waiting for
it, Lola's tongue flicked out licking readily at the warm, seminal emission.
"Oooooohh," Bret let out a tiny cry of appreciation. This thirteen-year-old girl really
knows how to make me feel like a man. Her tongue was like liquid fire as it struck his
cock, and he had to force his mind on other things for a moment, to keep from
shooting his load right then and there. The sensation flashed down his cock to the base
of his groin, then seemed to echo throughout his entire body. Her tongue was moist,
and she rolled it over her lips as she brought it back into her sensually working mouth.
Then she would again flick it out at the blood filled head of his swollen cock. She
continued this action for several moments, and Bret concentrated on the mountainscape
before him, knowing that if he didn't divert his attention he'd blow his wad right then.
Then suddenly she seemed to be all over the fleshy column, her tongue running
greedily up and down the sensitive urethra, while her chubby fingers worked
sensationally over the base of his cock. Her other hand dove into the opening of his
pants to find his sperm loaded balls, and she cupped them in her fingers while she
tenderly kissed his excited cock. It was nearly too much to take, watching her black hair
spill over their bodies, her head bobbing up and down as if she were bobbing for apples
on Halloween.
She had a power over him... maybe she's a witch, or possessed by a demon. No
thirteen-year-old girl could possibly make him feel this way unless she had some
extraordinary powers on her side.
"Ohhhhh, sonofabitch, suck it!" he groaned through his teeth as he felt the mounting
pulsations in his groin. Lola's long black hair was spilling down over her head, the soft
strands tickling lightly against his exposed groin, and even the slightest touch felt like a
thousand electric shocks. Moistening her lips with her tongue, Lola opened her mouth
into a tiny round orifice, and she slowly lowered her face toward the top of the straight,
stiff cock. When the very tip made contact with her mouth, her lips seemed to spread
apart just enough to take in the thickness of his cock, his throbbing maleness slowly
absorbed by her warm cavity. It felt tight and sensational to him, and just to drive him
crazy, she was working her tongue around the head of his cock as it moved inside her
mouth. Sweat poured from his forehead and, for the first time, he realized he'd left his
jacket on. He had to smile to himself, sitting there on the bunk bed, the room filled
with rock star posters and pink lace curtains. So ironic, he thought, such a dichotomy
half child, half woman... or would animal be a better description of Lola.
He couldn't stand to sit still for another second, and he raised his hips from the
unmade bed, shoving his cock deep up into her soft, butter-like throat.
"Uuuuugggghhhh!" Lola groaned, and the sound was muffled by the thick column
filling her mouth. Only half of his long cock was inside her mouth, but he could feel it
was already pressing back against her larynx. He couldn't believe it when she moaned
again, undulating her buttocks and bobbed her head down to take in even more of his
hardened cock into her mouth.
"Uuuuuugggghhhhggghhhh!" groaned Bret as he felt her tongue working like a mad
whip over the sensitive flesh of his cock. He leaned forward, enthralled and excited by
watching her sucking motions. She had taken nearly two thirds of his long column into
her throat, and she still held the base of his cock with her hand. Her other petite hand
was cupping his sperm-bloated balls, slowly caressing the heavy sac, and it was the only
movement that Bret could see for an instant. He could feel her tongue swirling wetly
around the head of his cock, down into the hard flesh as she went. He couldn't
remember ever feeling anything like it, and he felt bad for having missed it in his
relationship with Carol... but that was over and done with.
Suddenly, Lola stopped, raising her head when just the tip of his cock remained in her
mouth, and he could see white streaks along his flesh where her teeth had forced the
blood from the surface. Then her hand pumped once quickly, and her head began to
rhythmically bob up and down his throbbing cock, her oral fucking feeling like rippling
liquid warmth as she swallowed it deep in her throat, then out again once more.
"Christ!" Bret grunted as he watched her action over his throbbing cock. He raised and
lowered his hips in time to her bobbing head watching his hard maleness fucking into
her sensually ovaled young mouth. His cock was lewdly glistening in the morning
sunlight, wet from her saliva and his own love juices. Her pouty red ovaled lips pulled
along the shaft as it slid in and out. The sensation going along the entire length of his
cock seemed to grow more and more intense as she worked, and although she released
her left hand hold around the base of his cock, her right hand was probing under the
balls of his buttocks' crevice. Her cheeks were bloated with the full extent of his cock,
the tip lashing the very back of her throat, and Bret was certain she would gag on his
cock as she kept on in frenzied passionate abandon.
He wished they were all there now: Carolyn, Sandy, Amy, Lois, Arlene, and Jody. God,
he wished they were there now to poke their fingers into his anus and squeeze his balls
and tear and rip at his flesh like a pack of hungry wolves.
He stared down at Lola, uncontrollable, reaching down between her legs with her left
hand, her fingers extended out to burrow into the pubic fuzz of her pussy. She parted
the moistened lips, wet from her own lubricity, and instantly found the hardening
clitoris. She moaned from deep in her throat as she fingered the tiny bud nerve, making
it as hard as Bret's cock in her mouth. Then feverishly, she ran her middle finger down
the hair-lined slit to the opening of her cunt, slipping it smoothly into her clasping wet
cunt. It felt good, and she added another finger to work with the first one.
The boiling hot cum in Bret's balls felt like it was going to explode at any moment, and
he arched his hips up, driving his jerking cock deep into the girl's throat. Her right
hand was working furiously between his thighs, her middle finger pushing up until it
probed against his anus. The tight sphincter muscle contracted with passion, and she
closed her mouth tightly around his big cock at the same instant. It was too much! He
knew he would have to cum soon or his whole body would erupt. He thought she'd
done everything he could imagine to drive him crazy, when he saw her left hand
pressed against her cunt, her two fingers driving furiously in and out of the tight wet
passage. She was masturbating herself while she sucked his cock, and the sight of her
salaciously finger-fucking herself made him even more excited than he had been before.
This girl stops at nothing! he mused silently. God, what's she going to be like when she
turns of age?!
"God! Suck it, baby! Suck it!" he moaned, his whole body becoming converged at the
tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled and licked at his expanding prick, while her teeth
and lips pulled and sucked up and down the saliva-drenched flesh. His balls drew up
tightly, her fingers still playing rapidly over and around them, causing his whole lower
abdomen to lift up off the bed, sinking in his sensitive cock deep to the warmth of her
mouth. He was going to cum, he knew that was certain in an instant, and reaching
down to her long black hair, he curled his fingers into the loose strands, holding her
mouth imprisoned tightly down over his tingling cock. He didn't want to give her a
chance to change her mind! Not that he would have to worry about that with Lola!
Lola's cheeks bloated out as nearly the full length of Bret's huge prick slid into her
throat. She was startled for a moment by his sudden viciousness, and she stopped the
pumping motion of her fingers in her cunt for an instant, while she fought to regain
her composure. It took all her effort to keep from gagging on the smooth rubbery head
that grew and became unbelievably thick.
God, he's going to cum! Lola thought to herself, and again slammed her fingers into the
tight hole of her cunt. She was nearly ready to climax herself, and she wanted to be at
that point where he was. Her belly was on fire, and imagining in her mind his hot cum
in her belly, was enough to set her off.
"Oooohhhh! Uuuuuhhhggghh! " Bret couldn't hold back for another second, and
arching his hips upward, he tensed for a sensational moment, then as if finally on the
right track, his sperm began the wild dash for the tip of his cock, up the urethra tube,
and splashing with tremendous force from the exploded head buried deep in her throat.
Her mouth seemed to swell out from the tremendous torrent of liquid, and her Adam's
apple bobbed up and down wildly in a desperate attempt to keep up with the gushing
liquid. It was sensational! Bret thought he could go on with this until he had
completely filled her hot little belly with his wildly spewing seminal fluid, and he drove
his hips up into her mouth again and again as his sperm pumped crazily down her
throat and into her belly.
Having to gulp quickly to stay up with her rapidly filling mouth, Lola held her had 
still for a moment while she concentrated on the spewing cock. Then as if the taste and
smell of the hot cum acted like a trigger, she drove her dual fingers deep back inside
her clasping cunt, and her own womb burst with orgasmic fire, her belly jerking
spasmodically as she began her orgasm. Everything for her at that moment was like a
combined fury of events rolled into one, and she sucked wildly on the erupting cock in
her mouth while flying high in her own self-made climax.
The bunk bed nearly collapsed before Bret's cock ran dry of his cum, yet his excitement
was so great that his cock remained hard inside Lola's gulping mouth. She was whining
a high streak through it all, and only then did Bret see her liquid pussy spilling out
wetly around her deeply-buried fingers. It was one of the sexiest sights he had ever laid
eyes on, and he made up his mind right then and there that nothing would stop him
from "developing" his relationship with little Lola in cabin number three.
Lola's belly jerked several times in the dying throes of her orgasm, and then she finally
pulled her soaked fingers from her warm cunt. Then at the same moment, she raised
her head up from Bret's groin, her tongue licking at the white cum that still clung to
the long column of flesh.
"Mmmmmmm! That was nice!" Lola cooed, and she wiggled her right hand fingers that
were still pressed into the crevice of his buttocks. The sensation of her fingers against
his anus made his cock jerk, in spite of the wild sucking he'd just had, and she looked
up at him, a knowing smile on her face. She wrapped her left hand around the stillhard 
base of his cock, her fingers feeling warm from the liquid of her cunt that clung to
them, and she stroked his cock with slow and sensual deliberation.
"It's your turn now!" Bret said quietly after a moment of silence.
"Just what do you have in mind, Mr. Camp Director?" Lola was closely examining the
slowly-renewing cock in her hand, and she wormed her fingers in harder against his
anus to speed up the rejuvenation process. Her thoughts were filled with all sorts of
lewd images, any one of which would be satisfactory with her, but she waited for Bret's
answer to her question.
"You know something?"
"What?"
"For a thirteen-year-old, you're one hell of a woman!"
She answered him appreciatively with a flirtatious flutter of her darkly curled eyelashes.
He couldn't believe it! His heart pounded with a mixture of paternal concern and
downright sexual lewdity every time he looked at her childish face, pinched in dimpled
cheek and innocent green eyes. Like a China doll, he thought in reverie.
"From somewhere outside the cabin they heard a sound of a man's deep voice,
demanding, "Anybody seen Bret?"
Bret was on his feet in a second, stuffing his semi-erect cock back into the safe confines
of his Levis. Good, Christ! it was Uncle John. In the confusion of the last twenty four
hours, he'd completely forgotten that John was due back from Salt Lake City today.
He could hear the soft voices of the two young girls saying, "We ain't seen 'em, Mr.
O'Connor." Bret instinctively knew it was Carolyn and Jody, waiting for their turn now
that Lola had satisfied herself.
"Who's that in the cabin then?" The senior camp director wanted to know. "I saw
somebody in there... what are you girls hiding?"
"Nothin', Mr. O'Connor. Lola's sick."
"Must have been her I saw then. Seemed a little tall for Lola, though."
"Well, if you see Bret, have him come over to see me, okay? Wonder what the hell he's
up to. I go away for a couple of days and I come back to chaos. Honor systems, trust...
hhmmmffff." Bret could hear the sound of heavy boots on the pine needled path,
snapping twigs with each footstep as he walked away.


Chapter 4

It was just a passing thought, but John O'Connor vowed he would keep better track of
the girls' use of time. Already that day he'd seen four girls playing hookey from class,
and if he was to get the federal grant to keep Camp O'Connor running for the next
year, he'd have to prove to the powers-that-be that the camp was contributing to the
girls' development. The girls always seemed to be lolling around cabin three.
He noticed it more and more as weeks went by. After breakfast, when the other girls
were cleaning up their cabins, doors and windows wide open, cabin three was closed off
like a vacant house, curtains drawn and the door locked.
And Bret certainly was feeling good these days. His dog, too. More enthusiasm, more
vivaciousness than when he'd first come to work at his uncle's camp. John couldn't help
but notice how Bret threw himself into his work, paying special attention to the more
incorrigible, troublesome girls, with whom he seemed to have a way. He could berate
them for tardiness or talking too loud at the dining hall, and they'd look up at him, like
he was some kind of god, and flutter their eyelashes, saying, "Yes, Bret. I won't do that
anymore, Bret. Whatever you say, Bret."
Uncle John, who'd always prided himself on his open communication with 'his girls'
began to feel neglected, replaced by the younger O'Connor male. It seemed to him that
the girls were actually avoiding him. He often came upon the girls giggling and
whispering, especially Lola.
Lola was sometimes very flirtatious with him, which he couldn't say he objected to; still,
he wondered about her.
Bret was always missing for parts of the day and he had that look in his eye, like he was
watching out for something.
Slowly, he began putting one thing together after another, and he came up with a vague
feeling of uneasiness. Something was going on that he didn't know about. One night,
he awoke from a sleepless night of tossing and pulling his covers up under his chin. As
if guided by a sixth sense, he put his robe on and wandered around the camp grounds,
half asleep. Just to prove his suspicions groundless, he tiptoed to the administration
building to see if Bret was in his bed, for an itching flash of intuition told him his
nephew was up to something.
When he didn't see him in his bed, he figured he had gone to one of the cabins for one
reason or another, and he had put his hands in his pockets and trudged to cabin three.
He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard low moans and giggles.
He was met right by the cabin by Bret who came out fast, pulling his Levi jacket
around his unbuttoned shirt, and running his fingers through his mussed hair. "Oh,
Uncle John! You surprised me."
"Yeah? What are you doing here at this time of night?"
"I thought I heard a noise in the bushes," he lied glibly, smiling at his uncle.
"Well, was there anything?"
"Nothing. Just one of the kids having a nightmare. Heard the screech. Thought there
might be a mountain lion around the camp grounds. Lots of 'em prowlin' around here,
you know." He smiled at his uncle reassuringly and took him by the arm, leading him
away from the cabin. "Come on, let's both get some sleep."
Something was going on, and Uncle John didn't know what it was. If he had had any
idea of the truth, he would have been in a murderous rage. He took pride in his 'little
girls', a very real paternal pride and concern. To him they could do no harm; they were
innocent victims of broken homes and misunderstandings.
John was mighty suspicious. His antennas were out because he felt something was
happening, something that he was left out of. Although he fought it, he realized he was
growing jealous of his nephew's popularity among the girls.
And Bret was losing weight. He looked haggard every morning and hunched his
shoulders a lot. And the girls! Aside from holding secret meetings and smirking among
themselves, he thought he smelled something once or twice when he was around cabin
three. An odor, like burning rope, yet sweeter and more piercing.
He decided he would investigate. Quietly, he took to watching what was going on. Bret
was nervously gay at times and laughed a little too loud and long. Also, from a distance,
he observed him going into the cabin and staying there for long periods of time.
John talked to Anna, the cook, asking her with army-like tactfulness if she'd noticed
anything suspicious going on.
"No, Mr. O'Connor. I ain't seen nothing aroun' here. Girls are sometimes late helpin'
me with the cookin' and dishwashin', but that ain't nothin' unusual." Anna was a
buxom Negro woman who crossed her arms over her chest when she talked. Cooking
and dishwashing was her life; she didn't care about playing policeman on anybody. Her
philosophy was that if a child is well fed, he'll have a healthy mind, too. "Just look at
me!" she'd say, and laugh heartily.
Whatever else could be said about John, it could be truthfully said that he was a lousy
actor. He went around the camp with a grim face, seeking plots everywhere. He was
playing the detective and it showed. The girls were onto him immediately.
As the summer progressed, so did the activity. John started taking tranquilizers to
ensure himself a good night's sleep, though he often suffered insomnia despite the
prescribed drugs. Bret would leave his uncle's quarters, saying that he was tired and
wanted to go to bed early. John would agree and take another valium with a shot of
whiskey and pull his quilt up under his wrinkled chin, dreaming of the days when his
wife was there sleeping beside him, poor dear. Bret would go to his cabin and would
pretend to be asleep, knowing that Uncle John made the rounds every night at eleven
o'clock, tranquilizers or rain storms, it was his habit. He would lie there, Rover at his
feet, pretending he was asleep until after he heard the click of Uncle John's cabin door
lock shut. He would wait a few minutes to make sure he had time to slip down the path
and into cabin three.
Sometimes they would have orgies, and sometimes Lola would sneak to his cabin. Bret
found himself insanely obsessed with the body of the thirteen-year-old girl. He
wondered what would happen if Uncle John ever found out... or worse still, the
authorities. He found himself dreading the idea of displeasing Lola. She made demands
on him that would tax the endurance of any man. He found that when he had a chance
to sleep, he slept... long and hard.
Lola was everywhere Bret went. She met him in the dining hall on the few mornings
she was able to drag her limp body out of bed, brush past him, her young breasts
invitingly exposed under her braless dress, her hand thrillingly trailing across his always
erect cock as they sat together picking at eggs and toast. They had sex everywhere! She
attacked him in his shower while he was shampooing his hair. They had sex right there
in the shower while he was electric with fear, thinking his uncle might come in at any
moment. He looked down and saw his giant thick cock fucking into her soapy,
excitingly wet body and almost came right there.
For the first time in his life, he was fucking every night, getting as much as he wanted,
so he was slow to realize what was happening. He was becoming obsessed.
She would do anything he asked her to do. He liked propping his head up with pillows
and looking down at youthful Lola naked and voluptuously displayed between his
powerful wide-spread legs, his eagerly pulsating cock in her hand. She would begin to
wetly suck his cock and he would watch her tightly compressed lips around the smooth
shaft and they way her nibbling lips rolled out tightly as he pulled out of her mouth...
and the way her lips almost disappeared as they rolled inward again like rubber bands
as he fucked back into her voraciously sucking mouth.
She would bob her head up and down rhythmically while the fingers of one hand
stroked his foreskin back and forth. She would hold his hotly throbbing cock deep in
her tender mouth while her tongue twirled maddeningly around the spongy head. The
liquid tip of her tongue would toy with the gland on the end of his prick, and he would
moan and want to cum right in her eager young mouth.
With her free hand, she would stroke the shaft of his cock, constantly nursing him into
a shattering hardness. Her other hand plowed down into the fleshy crevice between his
buttocks and found his tightly puckered anus. Her finger probed and finally, with a
pop, slipped through the anal ring; and he groaned as she sucked harder feeling his
impatient sperm swelling his cock.
He would cum in her mouth with his head propped up by pillows so he could see
everything. He watched her youthful cheeks bulge with the hot semen as his body
suddenly stiffened and he shot the heated load into her mouth. He watched those
tightly clenched cheeks hollow out as she sucked with all her might, inviting another
load of cum so that she could taste it and swallow it. She always ended each lovemaking
by lovingly licking his cock clean of any cum... like a mother cat cleaning a kitten. Such
an earthy girl, he'd muse to himself as he watched her perform her duties.
Sometimes she would bring one other cabin mate along and they would stage little
games, taking turns with each other. Bret was being introduced to a new sexuality, and
he was beginning to wonder if all girls were like this, so wantonly lewd and uncaring
about sex. Giving themselves to him without thought or any sense of possession, he
thought, in many a day dream, that he might try introducing Carol to these young
girls; Lola could certainly change anyone's attitudes toward sex. It was her talent, her
natural, God-given talent.
As for Uncle John, he was beginning to wonder just what in hell was going on. He
berated himself several times for adding another male to the staff when he knew deep
down in his heart that what the girls really needed was a mother figure, someone to tell
them about the birds and the bees and make sure they know about feminine hygiene
and all those things that embarrass young girls so later on in life, if the habit wasn't
formed in youth. Well, after the summer was over and the camp was closed down
because of the driving snows, he'd spend some time looking for a female for next
summer's herd of delinquent girls. And if the grant was approved, there'd be plenty of
money to keep Bret on, if he wanted.
The girls were still looking at him with a secret kind of smile, and he did come on them
frequently when they were whispering to one another. And Bret seemed to be spending
more and more time strolling around the cabins.
When he was alone, John shook his head. He didn't like to think that there was
anything going on without him knowing about it. He confronted Bret one night after
dinner when the girls were brushing their teeth and getting ready for bed, all snug and
warm in their flannel nighties. He stared at him until he had to notice his piercing gaze.
"Is there anything you want to tell me about?"
Bret looked surprised. "Tell you what?"
"That's what I want to know."
"I'm sorry, but I don't understand, Uncle." He was pacing back and forth as he spoke.
"All right, I'll say it. You've been spending an awfully lot of time around the girls on
their off-hours. Somehow it just doesn't seem natural." Bret was cool and ready for the
accusation. He'd planned for this moment. "I should hope so. I've been hearing coyotes
sniffing around the garbage cans lately. Just lately I've been noticing Rover's been
following a few trails, too."
Uncle John accepted his story but still was suspicious. He thought for a long time
before coming up with a plan. If he was right, then he didn't have anything to worry
about. If he was wrong and barking up the wrong tree, nobody would know about it.
Uncle John just happened to pick the night that Lola had planned a party. The summer
was drawing to a quick close and she wanted to have one night with Bret, one special
night when they'd consume the last of her hidden stash of Mexican marijuana. And an
orgy it would be. She'd poured over her naughty French magazines that lay hidden in
the bottom of her trunk next to her extra sweaters and wool socks until she finally
decided on what she would wear. Unlike the other times, she wanted this one to be the
grand finale.
It hadn't been easy trying to find a pair of black stockings and a garter belt in a camp of
young girls, so she'd given Anna the last of her money to buy her what she needed to
complete her costume. The oil was easy: that she stole out of the kitchen while Anna
had her back turned, stirring the beef stew.
This last party was to be an orgy, and Lola made herself look worse than naked. She
was clad in a black garter belt and black fish net stockings. Her body was covered by a
thin film of oil so that her muscles sensually glistened and gleamed whenever she
moved. She's spent all day making up, drawing heavy black lines around her green eyes
and gluing the false eyelashes that somehow kept slipping so that her eyelashes got all
stuck together. After a half an hour of struggling, Amy finally convinced her to do away
with them altogether, reasoning she'd probably lose her natural eyelashes and maybe
even her eye if she missed her aim once more.
The sheen of light on her silk-encased young thigh looked lewdly inviting. The black
stockings made her thin, short legs look unnaturally skinny, and she almost had to
laugh at her own reflection in the mirror. She wore a pair of platform shoes that
seemed to tilt her body and arch her back, causing her voluptuously full breasts to jut
out just a little more.
The girls had spent most of the day finding extra batteries for the transistor radio and
sneaking candles out of the kitchen. This was to be a real grown up affair, unlike the
other times.
The mood was set. Candles were lit and placed on the dresser tops. Amy contributed a
stick of incense, her last one, since the only way the girls could camouflage the smell of
marijuana was by burning the heavy, sweet incense.
This would be her night: Lola's farewell to Camp O'Connor, and all her cabin mates
had agreed to hide out in cabin two until the signal went up: a pair of panties waving
on a broom handle.
When Bret arrived at twelve o'clock, well after he thought Uncle John was safely tucked
away in bed snoring, he couldn't believe his eyes. At first he didn't recognize her, for
she certainly didn't look like a thirteen-year-old... but she sure looked wicked... and
sexy, of course. He had to hide a chuckle by feigning a cough when she pooched out
her scarlet red lips to kiss him on the cheek. And the perfume! Gardenias, he guessed...
at least a teaspoon splashed over her breasts and inner thighs. Nothing had escaped her
imagination.
Bret couldn't help himself. The minute he saw her, he kissed her hard on the mouth,
running his tongue in between her teeth as she fought to get her breath. Then, her own
slithering tongue shot hot and wet back into his hungry mouth.
He let her go and she staggered back, losing her balance and sprawling on the bunk
bed mattress that now lay in the middle of the cabin floor. But he was on top of her in
an instant, his strong body crushing hers as he kissed her mouth, face and neck and his
hand massaged her young budding breasts, which despite her young age were large and
melon-shaped, with extraordinarily large nipples.
Jumping up, he seemed suddenly, inexplicably causal as he started to undress. He
looked down at her with a little grin on one corner of his mouth. "You're gonna get it
tonight, Lola. I hope you're ready for this, cause I'm gonna fuck your brains out for
sure tonight."
"Promise," she answered with a grin to match his own. Lola stood up and, looking at
him, stood before him in her stockings, garter belt and high heels. Bret's eyes
glimmered as he took in her voluptuous young form: she turned, hands on her hips,
modeling her bare flesh for him.
Abruptly, he couldn't stand it any longer. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he threw her
down on the bed and shoved her long fish-net legs back against her shoulders while he
slithered up her oiled body. His lust-hardened cock brushed against her wetly dripping
cuntal lips, sending a jolt of pleasure rippling through his aroused body, as he planted
his hands on either side of her shoulders. Immediately, as if she had been fucking all
her life, the naked teenager's ankles locked tightly behind his neck, enabling his greedy
eyes to look down between their bodies and see her upturned cuntal plane completely
exposed to him. The wetly moist furrow was held wide apart by the pressure of his
thighs against hers and her narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its fleshy pink lips in
open invitation.
The passion wracked girl could see his powerful body hovering over her and could feel
his huge heated hardness throbbing the full length of her cuntal furrow. His jerking
cock head was resting between her widespread ass cheeks, insinuating itself up and
down, up and down in a maddening tease that caused her to twist her hips and dip her
yearning young cunt down towards it in a desperate search for its hard blood-filled tip.
She had to have his long hard cock in her! Her belly screamed for it!
In the panic of her need she reached her hands down underneath the grinding cheeks
of her ass and grasped the full length of his stone hard prick. Her tightly closed fists
stroked it in anticipation and greed. She could feel a hot spasmodic throbbing against
her palms and a sticky fluid that oozed in driblets from the blood inflated head. She
guided it up her hungering cuntal furrow, not letting it lose contact with her sensitive
flesh until it was finally poised between the lubricated flanges of her wetly waiting
thirteen-year-old cunt. She held it there with one hand and placed the other on her
lover's naked buttocks, drawing with all her strength to pull it into her and let it drown
the itching that was driving her crazy down there between her legs.
Bret grinned in lewd delight above her. Christ, the hot little bitch is going to put it in
herself! She was the hottest little number he'd ever seen in his twenty two summers. It
was all he could do to keep from fucking forward at once and impaling this squirming,
dog-fucking slut on his aching cock.
"Comin' in, baby," he grunted.
Lola felt the pressure against her throbbing cuntal lips; the elastic tightness resisted for
a moment then gave way before the relentless pressure. The pressure was great, and she
automatically resisted for a moment, emitting a long low groan from deep in her throat.
Bret fucked forward again – a deeper moan this time – he wanted to hear her scream
out for more. And he could stand it no more. He fucked his hips forward with
everything he had, sinking his cock all the way to the hilt inside her tight little cuntal
hole. He could feel his cum filled balls slap against her frantically squirming asscheeks
as they tried to screw themselves deep down into the mattress in a futile attempt to
escape his hard thrust. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his body, splaying
over the edges of the mattress, kicking in the air.
"Aaaaaagggghhhh, God! You're so biggggg, Bretttt! Ooohh, it's wonderful!" she
screamed, thrashing like an insect pinned to a display board. She groaned and begged
him not to move it as he flexed his hotly throbbing hardness, then began sobbing in
delight as he continued to flex his huge pulsating cock, each jerk making the massive
cock head burrow deeper into her tormented flesh. Bret's outstretched arms pinned her
shoulders tightly to the mattress while his widespread knees held her trembling thighs
far apart. Actually, he knew this was a useless gesture, knowing that the young girl
liked nothing better than a good, hard fuck, but he'd gotten to know, too, that she liked
to feel as if she'd been forced into sex sometimes. It was almost as if she wanted to be
raped!
Lola felt as though her body was being torn down the middle and that she had been
ripped in half from his hotly throbbing pole of flesh fucked so deeply in her middle.
She loved it! Ever since her step-father had taken her by force, she'd wanted to be
forced again and again. It added to the surprise and passion of the moment. The huge
prick felt as though it was coming out her throat, its blood-filled head pressed hard
against her cervix. Her head had been buffeted harshly back onto the mattress, and she
loved that too, making her recall how she'd ended up in the creek with her step father.
Bret was watching her from above with a lascivious grin on his lips. Her face was still
contorted with the shock of that first entry, her lips curled back from her teeth and
incoherent moans coming from deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched on the
mattress, palms pressing against his hips trying to force his blunt cock head against her
womb. Bret began to gloat as he held the young girl in the lewd position.
"What's the matter, never had it this deep, baby?" he groaned down at her, licking her
ear lobe with a bob of his head. He laughed and looked down again to see where her
soft black wisps of pubic hair entangled with his curly brown ones. The base of his
thick fleshy cock was buried deep inside the pink throbbing furrow that his tongue had
licked and sucked so many times before. He could see the tight quivering lips of her
cunt stretched almost to the ripping point, the pink, rubbery outer rim clasping tightly
around the great shaft of his prick.
Bret held her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of this little bitch fucked so
deeply under him with his massive cock buried deep in her white little belly.
The young girl squirmed nakedly beneath him and feeling something move on her leg,
realized one of her garters had come unfastened. She could feel the hot searing pressure
of his entry tearing at her insides, and she loved it. She flexed her cuntal muscles in an
attempt to ward off the huge invading prick just to tease him, but the throbbing of her
internal sinews only seemed to cause it to fuck deeper and deeper into her vainly
teasing hole. Her cuntal walls clasped around it like a rubber glove. She could feel its
every fleshy ridge and pulsing vein on his cock as her nerve end telegraphed its
monstrous form in every minute detail to her mind.
"You're so biggg," she crooned again. "I love it when you get so big and hard!!"
Lewd images began to form in her mind as the hard rubbery tip pulsated against her
cervix. She became intensely conscious of his warm leathery balls hanging in the
sensitive crevice of her buttocks. Oh, yes, his prick was real, it was alive inside her and
beating like a second heart. Excitement raged through her. She was one with it, as
always.
Despite her resolve to let him feel as if he'd conquered her, her tongue started once
again to circle sensuously around her pouting lips. The consciousness of that great
throbbing cock fucked deep in her soft white belly continued to dominate her young
mind. She groaned as she felt her cunt contract hungrily, involuntarily around the
maddening lust inciting shaft of his cock. It was driving her crazy with desire, and her
wetly heated cunt contracted again, harder this time.
Bret felt the throbbing pressure exerted against his buried cock. He had waited for it,
hovering motionless over the cute teenager's body until she became so hot all she could
think about was fucking back. She was playing coy tonight, that he could see, but he
knew from sore nights of experience that it didn't take much to get Lola going. Okay,
I'll go along with her game, he thought amusedly. Anything to accommodate the young
lady. Now he flexed his prick gently, expanding it inside her, but still not moving his
body.
"Oh," she whimpered through bared teeth, fighting for more.
Bret waited for a moment and then flexed again, watching her contorting face below,
her mouth open, her eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Ooooooohhhhh!" She held her breath as the cock expanded more, stretching the
narrow cuntal walls farther apart.
He flexed again and again, setting a slow teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her
nostrils begin a slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat. Soft mewling sounds of
pleasure came from her open mouth in time to his taunting ministrations.
"Oh, God, ooohhhh God," she moaned helplessly. "Fuck me, rape me!"
He could feel her urgent answering throbs begin again around the buried head of his
cock as her wetly clasping cunt flesh began a soft opening and closing around his prick.
He did not move but continued the slow rhythmic throbs into the fucked young girl
beneath him. He could hardly contain himself as her groans of pleasure resounded
through the candlelit room. Her head rolled uncontrollably from side to side on the
pillow, and her hips began a slow involuntary roll beneath his thick impaling prick.
Bret was forced to clench his teeth tightly together as he felt her hungrily nibbling cunt
screwing itself up tighter against his hairy groin.
Lola's near naked body was coming to life like never before. A maddening electric
tingle that began deep within her womb and seeped relentlessly through the raw nerve
ends of her flesh rippled through her trembling cunt and out the fleece-lined lips,
dancing like St. Elmo's fire across her trembling thighs, and then shooting down the
full length of her splayed legs to circle around her toes, making them curl tightly
against the bottoms of her feet. Pleasure worked its way up from her contracting belly
through her rib cage and out to the tips of her erect nipples which were peaking into
hard buds now, sensitive even to the touch of the air in the cabin.
Lola could feel the last of her will power to remain coy slip away from her to join her
body in treacherous surrender. She was lost now. There was no way to fight this thing
inside her, this rigid thing of living flesh that mated with her own anxiously wanting
desires. Oh, yes, yes, she had to have it. Lola always had to have it. Nothing mattered
now, nothing existed. It didn't matter now if they were at Camp O'Connor or in the
bottom of the Grand Canyon. There was no world but the shattering reality of the
overpowering waves of sensation rippling through her thirteen-year-old body. All that
mattered was the feeling, the glorious feeling, the presence of that hotly pulsating cock
bringing a new life to her loins. Lola loved nothing better than to have a big hard cock
fucked up inside her cunt.
The love starved girl rotated her hips desperately from side to side around the fleshy
impaling prick, her tightly stretched cunt dilating in time to its rhythmic beating, and
its beat inside her inner passage was becoming a part of her being. She and the man
above her were one mass of fleshy lust, merged together by their mutual lust. He had
crawled into her. He was part of her!
Bret was triumphant above her as he felt her pelvis begin hungrily screwing up the full
length of his rock hard cock. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were
nibbling now at his lust swollen cock head. With each thrust he made into her, the
dilated lips of her pink nearly hairless slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly
down his hot rod of flesh for several inches and then sliding slowly back up again to
press her soft pussy wisps against his pubic hair, fucking the full length of his hardness
deep into her ecstatically rippling belly. Bret still remained immobile, resting above her
with his hands on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed into the mattress. He
let her eager young body wantonly pump up and down at will on his hard cock that
held them fused together.
Christ, he thought for the hundredth time that summer, "I'm fucking a thirteen-year
old nympho. He looked down, marvelling at her naked perfection twisting so
passionately below him. The muscles in her taut young stomach worked in rippling
patterns around her black lace garter belt. Her proudly ripening breasts jutted straight
up from her body, swollen from the sexual arousal that now completely dominated her,
and he could not take his eyes from the coral tipped twin mounds that thrust up at
him. They were, he thought, sticking straight out just as if she were standing up instead
of lying on her back.
He looked down to where his wetly glistening cock disappeared into her fleshy cuntal
lips that tucked neatly between her smoothly gleaming thighs oily and slippery beneath
him. He could see his gleaming cock's slow withdrawal pulling the delicate soft ridges
of her pink cuntal flesh out with it as she screwed her firm young buttocks down into
the mattress. He watched his re-entry again as his long thick length was swallowed
whole back into her voracious little hole. He let her strain against him for awhile,
watching the utter abandon of her labors as a mindless ecstatic smile played across her
lips. She had a sort of absent-minded look in her eyes. Her motions became faster by
the second, the tempo of her thrusts up against him becoming more urgent. Her teeth
bit hard into her lower lip and her mascara was smeared down her delicate cheeks from
the labor of her lust.
Bret could tell the thirteen-year-old was straining to cum. The hot fluid excitement of
her milking cunt were flowing more heatedly than ever, and he could hear the wet
sucking sound of the in and out fucking motion made by his cock.
Then, suddenly she thrust sharply up at his cock, burying it deep inside her convulsing
belly. Her back arched a foot off the squeaking bed, and her feet planted flat on either
side of his knees against the mattress.
"Oh God, yes, yes. I'm cummming, I'm cummmmming. Aaaggghh!"
Suddenly she screamed and her naked young body began vibrating uncontrollably
under him. Her orgasmic fluids oozed from her throbbing cuntal passage, drowning his
impaling cock with its slippery warmth before trickling down the crevice between her
writhing buttocks where it covered his sperm-bloated balls that were pressed hard
against her tiny brown puckered anus.
Bret went berserk as she groaned out the last of her orgasm against his cock, her
wanton little body still jerking spasmodically up against him. He reached back,
grabbing her ankles, and pushed them brutally back over her shoulders until her knees
were on each side of his head and she was rolled up beneath him like a tight ball of
helplessness. Her dripping widespread pussy split up between her gleaming thighs was
now completely open to his desire.


Chapter 5

It was just at the moment that the young thirteen-year-old had reached her wildly
screaming orgasm that Uncle John arrived at the cabin and silently crept around
through the scrub pines. He was very careful not to step on any twigs that would give
his sneaking presence away. He tiptoed around to the front window that overlooked the
mountains and peered through, looking for any sign of his nephew.
He saw them in the dimly lit room. His mouth fell open and he gasped audibly when
he saw Lola all rolled up in a ball, black fish net stockings hanging loosely from her legs
with black lace garters flying from side to side in the air. Her body – what he could see
of her – was all glistening.
Sure, enough, all doubts and suspicions concluded: there was Bret on top of her,
fucking away like a dog, his blond hair entangled in Lola's fingers.
I can't believe it, gasped the Uncle not certain if the sensation in his body was a heart
attack coming on or the lewd, nasty feeling he used to have when he saw his wife
Margaret years ago, naked and waiting for him in bed. God, how long had it been since
he'd seen anything this lewd and exciting?
My little girl, he whimpered to himself. That's my little Lola in there doing those awful
things with my nephew. It was with a mixture of anger and jealously that he stood on
tiptoes listening to the radio music whisper through the walls of the cabin.
Despite his rage, the old man felt his cock ballooning up like never before; never had it
been that big for Margaret. He choked down his anger and forgot that little Lola was
but a thirteen-year-old girl. This kind of activity would not be tolerated at his camp.
He waited there and watched while Bret screamed out his orgasm and lay still on top of
Lola. He was just about to rap on the window when he saw Lola crawling, a dreamy,
wickedly depraved look in her eye. She straddled Bret's torso on her knees and reached
down, seizing his eagerly throbbing cock. Then, carefully placing the lust-swollen head
of his cock against the narrow, near naked slit of her cunt, she slowly and sensually
slipped down over it, undulating up and down slowly .
It was nearly too much for the old man. Those breasts! My God, I didn't know such
young girls... Oh, my dear God in heaven help me, but I think I'm going to do
something I haven't done for years.
He spied a movement in the corner of the room. Another girl snuck silently through
the door. It's Arlene! gasped John. My God, what have these girls been up to?
He was answered by Arlene's actions when she crouched behind Lola.
Uncle John held his breath as he watched the depraved scene. He gasped when he saw
Arlene lean down until her young face was right in front of Lola's slowly rising and
falling buttocks. The oiled and gleaming twin cheek rose and fell in a warmly fleshed
fashion right in front of her face.
Using both her hands, her fingers slipping in the oil, Arlene managed to part the
slippery globes and run her tongue up and down the length of Lola's shadowy crevice.
It was the most salacious thing John had ever seen in his life.
It was so lewd that Lola abandoned Bret under her and turned to Arlene who was like a
big cat. They coiled together and fell, a slippery mass of legs and arms, onto the floor.
They ended up with Bret and Arlene lying nakedly side by side. Lola, a lewdly
abandoned girl, swung around until her hips were right over Arlene's face. Slowly, she
lowered her groin right onto the young girl's hotly waiting tongue and mouth. Lying in
such a position, her lubricated, gleaming hips grinding lewdly, Lola reached over, took
Bret's cock in her hand, and began licking it... while Uncle John watched.
The camp director couldn't believe it! So this is why they've been sneaking around
behind by back whispering and snickering. So they think I'm an old man, huh? He
began panting with wild unstable excitement. They were doing things in front of him
that he either had to put a stop to or join in. There was no choice.
He couldn't take his eyes off of Lola's rising and falling buttocks. Her ass was perfectly
well formed and moved like it was made of mercury. Behind the wall, peeking into the
window, John was finding it difficult to breathe, and had, by this time, taken his cock
out of his pants and held it in his hand. He knew he would have to have some relief
soon. There was that Lola, his little girl, in front of him. She was lewdly perverted in
that she liked girls, too, not just men.
He had to be part of it. He ran around to the front of the cabin and with a cry of rage
growing in his throat, he roared through the door. Arlene gave a choked cry and ran
nakedly toward the door, but Uncle John locked it behind him. He charged across the
room toward the mattress with both fists flying.
Lola and Bret were still on the bed, and Bret was cowering next to Lola. The outraged
camp director was drunk with rage-unreasoning wanting to show them he was no old
man to be played tricks on. He looked at his worse than naked little girl in front of
him. He was going to show her. His lips twisted in a grin. "I'll show you I'm no old
man."
With that he spun her around and threw her on the bed, face down. Bret, knowing his
career was ended, used the opportunity to back off into a corner.
John didn't even take his clothes off. He unzipped his fly and took his huge, pulsating
cock out. Below him, Lola's naked, lewdly lubricated body shook with fear as she
waited for the punishment.
It never came.
He seized her slippery buttocks with both his hands and forced her tightly clenched ass
cheeks apart. Before his eyes lay her puckered little anus, brown and distended. He put
one finger on its rubbery entrance and felt it contract as she cringed. "Oooooh,"
groaned Lola, and no one could tell if it was from fright or desire. That was Lola's way.
His finger popped through and Lola's back arched as she gave a little cry. He shoved his
outstretched finger all the way in her tightly constricted rectum. He wiggled his finger
and felt the pulpy soft walls, all the while grinning down at his little girl's voluptuously
oiled body writhing beneath him.
"You're gonna get it, little Lola. I'm gonna give it to you good. I'm sure you got plenty
for old Uncle John, too."
Bret sat in the corner, watching in a sort of terrified fascination. Physically, he knew his
uncle was not after him. It was Lola he wanted, and what the older man was going to
do to her was something Bret had never even considered.
Lola lay face down on the mattress. She had no idea what John was up to.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Lola," sneered Uncle John in passion. His voice was a
growl as his strong body climbed on top of hers, his legs between hers and forcing them
wider apart. "This is going to be a tight fit!" he snarled. He looked down at her nakedly
oiled loins as he pulled the foreskin back on his cock, displaying the spongy head. Then
he pointed it directly at the tiny puckered hole of her ass he was stretching and
preparing with his finger.
He spread her slippery white buttocks wide with his hands, then rolled further on to
her naked back to slowly press the huge head of his feverishly pulsing cock down into
her moistly open cuntal lips, lubricating his cock. Lola shivered at the contact, her
muscles consciously tensing as he laid the full length of the prick into the soft, spread
crevice of her buttocks, its throbbing head poised to leap at her snug little anus. Then,
grinning in obscene triumph, he raised himself on his elbows and pressed his hips
forward, aiming the head of his huge cock directly at the mouth of her back passage.
Lola gritted her teeth, her whole body tensing as she waited. And then she felt it, felt it
pushing relentlessly against her anus, and she gaped wild eyed into the darkness of the
room. Her groans choked back into her throat as automatically her buttocks jerked and
twisted beneath the depraved assault in an effort to escape, but her every move only
served to fuck it deeper. She stopped struggling, realizing that her only escape from the
impalement was to lie as still as possible, for it was hopeless to resist the attack. She
became aware of John's hands gripping her hips with a hard numbing pressure as he
fucked and sawed into the depths of her ass. The pressure and discomfort was subsiding
now, but still each thrust brought moans from her throat. He fucked into her with
longer strokes, worming the entire length of his cock right up her pained rectum until
she could feel his sperm bloated balls buffeting each time down against her sopping
cuntal passage.
Then she saw Bret, his cock hardened and standing out like some log. She felt him
reach and squeeze one breast and trace his hand down her nakedly straining body,
pulling and kneading at her softly white flesh until she thought he might go insane too.
"Jesus, Uncle, flip her over!" He half shouted at his uncle as he watched, bug-eyed at
the thin, pink ridges of anal flesh that pulled from her roundly stretched rectum each
time the older man withdrew his thickly pulsating cock.
John was wild with a strength he didn't know he had. Bret had a wild, insane idea.
"Okay, baby, we're gonna have a double fuck now."
Max grabbed the young girl's hips again before she had time to think and rolled over to
one side, pulling her backwards on top of him, bringing another groan of surprise from
her lips as he lay stretched beneath her... her smooth, oily, hollowed back pressed down
against his stomach and chest, her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside of his own,
while his hugely throbbing cock lay buried to its entirety deep up into the heated
depths of her rectum.
Bret, grinning like a lewd satyr, crawled on top of her, eagerly forcing his thighs
between hers and Uncle John's, spreading her legs even further apart and aiming his
hard jerking cock to push it quickly into the moistly stretched channel of her open
cunt.
"Ooooh, Goddd!" Lola moaned as his young lust hardened cock fucked without
hesitation into her wetly cringing cunt-driving into her until she felt his heavy, sperm
filled testicles slap hard against the open cheeks of her buttocks, joining his uncle's
implanted cock, sunk deep into her ass. She whimpered helplessly, both in the throb of
pain and pleasure. It was the greatest thing she could imagine. It was even better than
rape! She was sandwiched between Bret and his uncle who was mercilessly fucking her
with his fiery cock. She could feel it greater now as they fucked deeper into her tender
oily body with only the fragile layer of fleshy tissue between rectum and cunt separating
their hardened cocks.
Arlene watched the wild fucking bodies, with John's hips undulating up and down
lifting all three of them up off the bed, fucking in and out of her anus like a
jackhammer... the two men finally falling into a smooth rhythmic cadence, and then she
ran out the door.
Oh dear God, thought Lola. This is the greatest thing in the world. She moaned out in
her delight as they fucked her between them as if she were a whore. But it excited her
tremendously, causing a strange masochistic hunger to begin swirling in her belly.
Involuntarily, her slowly awakening body began to undulate her buttocks and clench
her muscles fist like against the hard, lust driven cocks that were fucking into her.
She moaned and she became aware of her buttocks moving downward against John's up
coming cock digging deep into her widely stretched rectum. Her hips were driving
forward and upward to suck all of Bret's cock into her now insatiable pussy. Nothing
mattered any more but the lust hardened cocks fucking into her from all directions and
she rocked crazily under their demonic attack.
"Oh God, fuck it, fuck it, pleeezzz..." she grunted thickly to each continuing thrust they
made into her cunt and anus. Wild and almost crazed they became, slapping into her
without mercy, yet, she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they
fucked into her, until all three began to moan in strange, unintelligible cries of endless
sexual abandon... in a mindless family reunion of pleasure.
"Aaaahhh, oooohhhh, eeeee... God, yes! I can feel your cocks fucking me! Split me!
Hurt Meeeee! Oh God, keep fucking... yes keep fucking!" Lola screamed out to them,
egging them on now, the lewd, salacious thought of her lover and his uncle drove her
into an uncontrollable frenzy of lust. On and on it went... the rising crescendo of it...
the hungry fingers playing over her nakedly oiled flesh as she was fucked in cunt and
rectum from above and below. Her mind exploded... and nothing else mattered.
"Filll me! Now! Oh, God fill me now with your cum! Shoot it into me together!" she
wailed like a lost banshee, the smooth slippery walls of her womb and bowels
contracting like a sucking baby's mouth around the cock fucking her.
Then, without warning, John began to shout obscenities, and at that second, Lola, her
body wantonly writhing and twisting like a belly dancer's between the two men, felt the
hot boiling river of his sperm shoot deep up into her rectum as her own orgasm rippled
over her, sending unfathomable sensations of feeling jetting through her, and she could
feel every throbbing pulsation of his jerking cock as it spewed out its load of hot white
cum deep, deep up into her still sucking bowels. Then Bret grunted and fucked his cock
as far up her wildly clasping cunt as possible as she kicked her legs back as high as she
could, her groans heaving from her chest, and his wildly jerking cock let loose and
began spewing its thick white jets of scalding cum far up into the depths of her
trembling belly, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with her lover's, an
almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily overwhelming her...
And then it was over.
Camp O'Connor now abandoned in the wild blizzards of the Utah mountains, lay
covered with snow, icicles hanging from the cabin's roofs where just months before the
wild screams of lustful little girls had echoed throughout the arid valley. Scrub pines
laden heavily with snow, twittered with the chirp of blue jays and sparrows keeping
watch over the vacant camp. A quarter of a mile away, the weathered sign announcing
"Camp O'Connor" endured another season of frost, proof that this summer was not its
last.
They would be back... the girls, Uncle John Bret and Anna. Spring would bring the
construction teams to build more cabins to house more needy girls. Uncle John's grant
had gone through and Camp O'Connor would abound with activity in preparation for
thirty more girls next summer. Not only that, but he had been lauded by the Lion's
club for his contribution to society; that plaque hung on his abandoned cabin now,
dusty with neglect. But he'd be back next summer with a new attitude and a new
enthusiasm. Lola had seen to that.

* * *

Dear Grace, I like fucking all kinds of ways, but I am an older gentleman, and I have
been screwing for so many years now that I begin to look for other unusual things to
turn me on. In the last few years, I have been reading your letters, and I have read
many stories about young boys being fucked by older women. I can understand
completely, the attraction that older people have for young smooth bodies. To me there
is nothing sweeter than the sweet wet cunt of a young girl when she is still unbroken by
a man.
Now, I am not a dirty old man. I could have any woman I wanted, and yet, the women
my age, or a few years younger, no longer do to me what their daughters do. I know
that to many of these young girls I seem like a sexy handsome daddy, and although I
would never take from them their maidenhead, I am pleased to say that I introduce
many a sweet young cunt to the pleasures of feeling, and that their first experience with
the groping hands in the dark seeking out the moist cunt hold and thrusting cock for
the first time into the tight walls of virgin pussy, the girls that I have touched and
fondled know what to go for, even the first time.
These young things have already seen held, I've licked the juice from their pussy lips,
and sucked the nipples on their budding breasts, I've taught them how to hold a cock
in their mouths, how to move up and down on it with their tongues, and ways of
holding it tight and softly and how ,o drink my cum like good wine.
Even when these girls are older and veil on the road of sensual pleasures, they will
come back to me and thank me for the gentle and thorough introduction I have given
them.
B.T.
Tampa, Fla.

Dear B. T., Wish I'd had a grand old guy like yourself to teach me the ropes. I know
how much it means to a young girl the first time to have gentle compassion and
understanding. Why don't you start at girl's school? I'm sure you could turn out some
of the most talented of debutantes.
Love, Grace

* * *

Dear Grace, I'm one of the well built young girls of 18 you see in those bikini or ski
clothes ads. The reason I mention this is that most guys and girls don't think that my
type get into any real fucking like I've been reading about in the Illustrated Novel
books. We are so often looked at as being too damn pretty to be fucked and sucked and
well used sexually by anyone.
Well, Grace, it just isn't true. And I think that all those guys out there who give pretty
girls one look, then look away, ought to think twice about where we just might be at,
because things aren't always what they seem, and believe me, I can get off just like
anyone else.
My first fuck was right up my tight little asshole. I was just fourteen then and I didn't
really know what was going on. It was a warm summer night, I had been swimming in
the lake and on my way home, this man about 50 just walked up to me and asked if I
would like to come and see his apartment. I could feel the attraction we felt towards
each other, and somehow I knew that I wasn't in for the same old bullshit blind
groping that I got from some of the other younger guys on the beach. I knew, without
this guy even coming on real strong to me that I was going to get fucked that night,
and I was anxious to finally know what it would feel like.
Walking into his beautiful apartment, I could feel the excitement start to make my cunt
ooze wet between my legs. I wanted to see and hold and taste the swelling cock beneath
his shorts. It wasn't like one of those romantic stories, none of the standard talk the big
come-on kiss and all that. It was all there in an instant.
My bikini was peeled off before I could even think about it. The music came on and we
were on the bed. I reached for the huge bulge still beneath his pants and felt his cock
throbbing, filling my grip. I wanted this big beautiful older man's cock in me so bad
that when he stood up and took off his clothes, I was starting to make low noises in my
throat. He stood over my writhing body and I could feel his large hand push up
between my legs and drive a finger right up in my wet cunt. My cunt was my entire
body, sucking on the finger, the hot little lips puckering out for more and more.
Soon he turned me over on my stomach and I could feel him spread my ass cheeks
apart with his warm hands. He was licking me all over, his tongue like a fluttering
quick insect sucking and licking me, adding its juice to mine. For the first time as I lay
there, I saw myself as a beautiful alluring woman, not just another girl child on the
beach, and I was in ecstasy.
Just then, my impatiently waiting little ass lips were stung by the sudden entry of his
huge member. I cried out in pain and pleasure as the driving force alternated fast and
slow. I could feel his balls slapping against the nakedly jerking cheeks, and my body
being lifted off the bed as I began to move with him, grinding my asscheeks back and
begging for more with each withdrawal and in-fuck. He must have ass-fucked me crazy
for hours. Then, in a sudden thrust, I could feel his hotly spewing cum-juices surge into
me. Gush after gush splashed up and into those virgin walls. As he withdrew his cock, I
felt my ass with my fingers, and licked them clean of the cum that tasted so wonderful.
I was to leave there that night with my cunt still virgin, untouched. Without the final
cunt-fuck that would take me to the world of the woman who is no longer innocent of
the pleasures of a cock. But I knew that even at the age of fourteen I was hooked on the
asshole-fuck, and I've only become more hooked in the years in the years since.
So, that's how it began with me. I think it's time that those guys out there with the
beautiful big cocks who are too bashful, or just think that girls like me are still all sweet
untouchables, get it straight about where it's really at with us. We love to be fucked all
kinds of ways...
J.J.
Cleveland

Dear J.J., I have the same trouble because I present a pretty alluring image I suppose,
and I'm with you. The number of men I've almost had to rape to convince them that I
was ready and willing is really appalling. But... I guess, short of hanging a sign on our
backs, there is not much that can be done about it until the men wise up.
Good luck, Grace


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