SUMMER CAMP PET
By Carlotta Graham


Chapter 1

Dispiritedly, Lorraine Harrison flipped through the want ads in the local newspaper. I
don't know why I bother, she thought pessimistically. It's always the same. Who'd want
me anyway? What can I do?
Since the death of Arthur Harrison, six months previously, Lorraine had been in a kind
of blue funk. Her own self-image was very low and her self-esteem was even worse. It
was amazing that she thought so little of her attributes for she was truly a lovely
woman. At thirty-two she had a gorgeous slender figure, with full high-peaked breasts
and firmly rounded thighs, long sculptured legs and a flat taut belly. Her face was a
heart-shaped oval with a straight perfect nose and large long-lashed expressive eyes. The
eyes a deep sapphire blue were what drew you to the face. The eyes and her soft lips
that habitually curved outwards and down in a mock, seductive pout. Her smooth skin
was the ivory of a natural blonde, although during the summer months she took a tan
beautifully and became a golden goddess.
Scanning the ads more carefully she thought, desperately, I've got to find something. I
can't stay in this rambling vacant house by myself any longer. I'm still young and I
think, a reasonably attractive woman, but I might as well be an ugly old hag for all the
attention my friends have given me, she thought bitterly. Since Arthur's death, their
"couple" friends had pointedly ignored Lorraine. Even at the weekly bridge parties she
had felt that the other women felt embarrassed because she was a "widow", a "single"...
not part of a unit. The last straw had come when she had overheard two of her so-called
friends discussing whether to invite her to a dinner party... alone. The women had
racked their brains trying to think of someone to line up with Lorraine but had not
been able to come up with any single man in their circle. I feel like a cup without a
handle, Lorraine thought. I always thought they liked me for myself when Arthur was
alive. Some friends!
As a result of the cruel thoughtless snubs of these people, Lorraine had remained in
virtual seclusion for the last few months. She saw practically no one and the only
conversations she had were with people at her local supermarket, or the dry cleaner. It
was this feeling of total alienation from everyone and the realization that the people
that she had spent almost ten years of being friendly with who were now no longer her
friends that prompted her to look for a job. But therein was the problem! Lorraine had
graduated from college with a bachelor of arts degree and was prepared for nothing.
She had never worked. Immediately upon her graduation she had married Arthur
Harrison, a man forty years her senior.
Lorraine had been orphaned at the age of eight and had been placed in a church
orphanage where she was brought up in a puritanical and prudish manner for the
founders of the school believed in the old school method of teaching. The teachers had
explained the mysteries of sex to the youngster in a fire and brimstone manner. They
told the lovely child that she would bum forever in hellfire if she gave in to the sinful
callings of the flesh. A woman had to endure, but never allow herself to willingly serve
in the filthy practice of copulation.
From this early upbringing, therefore, it was certainly no wonder that Lorraine had
lasted a virgin all during high school and college, despite the numerous temptations
thrown in her path. The young woman knew that she attracted men easily. Without
conceit, she was aware that her figure and manner was disturbingly desirable, and there
was nothing outward to indicate the turmoil that brewed inside.
Lorraine was an intelligent young woman and she knew that the conditioning she had
received at the hands of the puritanical church teachers was totally out of touch with
the times but somehow it was always there lurking in the back of her mind. Sometimes
knowing the problem and figuring out the solution are two very different things. Even
though she had been physically aroused by many different men on dates during her
school years, it had been impossible for her to give in.
To help finance her college education, Lorraine had taken a job as a companion to an
old woman. Jessica Harrison was in her eighties and crippled with arthritis when
Lorraine went to live there. The young college girl grew to love the feisty old woman
that she cared for. Jessica was the one that used to related wild tales of her exciting
youth growing up in the early days of California. It was not the college student that had
the stories to tell.
Jessica's son, Arthur, lived with his mother when he was in town and Lorraine and the
older man became fast friends. Since he was in his late fifties when Lorraine met him,
he did not pose any threat to her like other younger men did. Quite naturally, they had
started having dinner together but at no time did Lorraine ever think of these
engagements as "dates." It was more like going out to dinner with the father she never
had even though Arthur was still a strikingly handsome man in spite of his age. Arthur
had never tried to press the much younger woman into any kind of sexual
confrontation and Lorraine falling into the convenience of the relationship gradually
dropped all of her other male friends.
Lorraine had been surprised when on her twenty-first birthday, Arthur asked her to
marry him. She was astounded to find out that she actually loved a man who was not
only old enough to be her father but her grandfather! Lorraine thought she would
actually be able to lead a normal sex life without guilt throwing aside all her old
inhibitions but unfortunately it was not to be the case. To the young blonde love was
pure, sex was ugly and sinful and the two could never be reconciled.
"Be gentle, Arthur," she whispered to the much older man on their wedding night. The
young woman was frankly terrified.
But the experienced man had been gentle and kind with his young bride. But in the
king-sized bed with him, Lorraine's eyes filled with tears, and when he caressed her
breasts through the transparency of her honeymoon peignoir her whole curvaceous
body had shuddered uncontrollably. She held in her breath convulsively when he slid
the negligee up over her naked body and began kissing the pink nipples of her breast,
making them harden and distend with involuntary desire.
At this moment, six months after Arthur's death, she could still recall every minute
detail of his strong hands sliding over her naked flesh in the darkness of the hotel
room, and the way her body had betrayed her by responding with shivery goose bumps
of delight. She imagined that the kind man was the father she could not remember! The
sixty-year old man's fingers moved slowly lower to his twenty-one-year-old bride's
abdominal area, until they lowered at last and teased softly over the curly silken hairs of
her pubic mound. Then down deeper... to find their way gently into the tight valley
between her tender vaginal lips.
Now, staring sightlessly down at the columns of the want ads on her kitchen table,
Lorraine Harrison fought to erase the memories which still haunted her, but without
success. The recollections of her marriage were too vividly impressed on her mind to
ever be forgotten. She unconsciously lowered her eyes down her well-tailored shirt and
slacks, thinking how her now dead husband, Arthur, had traveled the length and
breadth of her naked body that first night and on many subsequent nights after that.
And she recalled the unwanted sensations he had caused to ripple through her exposed
loins, now so correctly covered from all prying eyes.
Arthur had been her husband as well as a friend and a surrogate father and she wanted
to please him. But the warnings of the uptight teachers at the orphanage were still too
strong for her to overcome, and she lay frozen on her wedding bed in fear that there
was something wrong with her because her husband was sexually arousing her. And
when the older man lowered his strong, muscular body between her cringing thighs,
and probed her defenseless virginal passage with his thick, throbbing penis, Lorraine
was more terrified than she'd ever been before in her life. She was beginning to think
that she should have taken up teaching in the orphanage, far away from the prying
hands of men on her young body.
Arthur's massive cock-head buffeted lightly against her hymen, easing its way into the
undiscovered moistness of her soft trembling pussy. It felt too good to her to be
anything else except evil... and then she was able to sense the tight ring of her purity
give way to the prodding tip of his long, hard cock. There was a small spasm, she
recalled, but not like anything she'd ever known before, it was warm and more fulfilling
than frightening, and she involuntarily gasped with delight as she felt him slide further
up inside her tightly clasping cunt.
But, unfortunately triggered by her sexual conditioning and the image of the frowning
teachers of the orphanage, she was able to combat even the tiniest bit of pleasurable
arousal. She endured her new husband's lustful passions with hundreds of fanatical
warnings she had become infused with, reciting them silently with her eyes squeezed
tightly shut and her lips bared back over her clenching teeth. She prayed her morality
wouldn't desert her as she heard her father figure, husband's breathing become harsher
and more labored, and sensed the contradicting emotions surging through her when his
penis flooded her cunt with great spurts of hot thick cum. That was the only reason for
allowing a man to have his way with her... for children, for procreation... or so she told
herself over and over.
Still, in spite of her firm resolve not to weaken to the sins of the flesh, somewhere in
the back of her mind were excited nerve-endings that lewdly reveled in the spewing
warmth of this coupling. His pulsating cock pressed rhythmically against the smooth,
rippling walls of her helplessly contracting pussy. Those sudden, uncontainable spasms
of delight had scared her breathless, and she redoubled her promises to resist the
slightest sign of prurient pleasure for fear of becoming no better than a whore!
The following nights were even worse for the newlyweds, no matter what Arthur did to
try to overcome her resistance, Lorraine's inability to rid herself of her tragic childhood
and actively enjoy his lusty love-making made her stiff and rejecting, until she was
almost going mad with inner tension. It got so that in her mind's eye, her husband's
massive erection was the symbol of all she was supposed to fear, and the sight of it
projecting thick and spear-like from his grey-haired loins was enough to set her
trembling with anxiety. The blood-rigid rod of his flesh was too big, too lustful and
overpowering for her to accept, and she groaned beneath its thrusting and surging with
undisguised repugnance.
As the time passed, even talking out their problem was too painful to do any good. It
was a time of soul-searching agony for the young woman, and she lay awake at night,
listening to her husband tossing and turning. One of the reasons she had married him
was that she felt his age would mean a lessening of interest in sex, but she had been
wrong and now the couple, the young woman and the much older man began to go
their separate ways. Or rather, Arthur began to go his separate way. Years passed and
the couple occasionally went out to social events together but they were practically
strangers in the same house. There was kind of a tolerable politeness between them,
sort of a father/daughter relationship. The couple even had separate bedrooms by this
time. Lorraine was well aware of the fact that her husband was not faithful to her. She
really didn't care. It meant that she did not have to be bothered with his sexual
demands. He never approached her father the first year of their marriage.
In spite of the unreal aspect of their sexless marriage, Lorraine had nevertheless been
devastated at his death. After all, Arthur was the only man she had ever been with and
they were together almost twelve years. Where had the years gone? Somehow her youth
and vitality had vanished without her realizing it. She had become a sort of female
eunuch... occasionally surreptitiously masturbating... but only with a deep sense of
foreboding and consumed with guilt the few times she indulged in it. At least, when
Arthur was alive she had some company if not a sexual partner. Now she had nothing...
no true friends, no companion... nothing except a big empty house and memories of an
unhappy marriage.
With a deep sigh of regret for her vanishing youth, the melancholy widow tried to force
her attention back to the newspaper. There had to be something she could do. Some job
that would take her out of this unhappy empty house with all its memories and
recriminations. Her eye caught something.

* * *

CAMP MERRYWETHER IS SEEKING CAMP COUNSELLORS FOR THE SUMMER
SEASON. THE CAMP IS CO-EDUCATIONAL FOR CHILDREN TEN TO
FOURTEEN. NO PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE NECESSARY BUT A LOVE OF
YOUNG PEOPLE IS ESSENTIAL. WE ARE AN EQUAL OPPORTUNITY
EMPLOYER.

There was a telephone number and Lorraine became quite excited as she circled the ad.
This is something I could do, she thought. I like young people and I'm sure I wouldn't
have any trouble supervising them. I'd be outdoors all summer and away from the
stuffy city. It would be perfect.
Showing some interest in her life, for the first time in many years, the young widow
called the number. The pleasant sounding woman on the other end of the telephone
arranged for her to have an interview that afternoon and Lorraine was almost relieved
that she didn't have time to change her mind.
The interview went surprisingly well. The directors of the camp that interviewed
Lorraine were not overly concerned with her lack of experience,, Their main concern
was someone who related well to young people and Lorraine felt she could do that.
Certainly, her problem was not in dealing with youngsters but rather with men her
own age and indeed all men!
It was agreed that Lorraine could start that very next week. The salary would not be
large but adequate and as the young widow had been well provided for by her late
husband that was not one of her concerns. The main interest for Lorraine was finding
something meaningful to occupy her time so she didn't go completely insane. Besides,
doing a job like this at the camp would not entail the nasty entanglements that so often
went with office work. Lorraine thought she could handle this sexless existence with the
youngsters better than a situation where she would have to work with grown men.
There won't be any threat to me working with pure minds and bodies, she thought
subconsciously... never for a second realizing that Camp Merrywether was to change
her life dramatically.


Chapter 2

Camp Merrywether was in a lovely setting on forty acres of land. There was a river on
the property fed by underground springs where the children could swim. There was
also a large swimming pool, a dining hall and the cabins which were the residences.
The children were assigned two to a cabin, girls together and boys together on the other
side of the dining hall.
So far in the first week, Lorraine had gotten to know most of the children at least by
name and was somewhat taken aback to see how tall and well-developed some of them
where. Some of the children she felt had been sent there so that their parents could
enjoy cruises and other vacation pursuits unhampered by their children. Coming from
an orphanage herself, Lorraine could well identify with the feeling of loneliness.
Lorraine was happy to discover that the camp was not run on such a strict schedule as
her old school had been.
The children were pretty much free to spend their days in games and creative pursuits
of their choice. The counselors took turns supervising the various sports and taking the
children on the nature hikes.
This morning, the lovely blonde widow found herself with some free time. She was
really beginning to enjoy the casual life of the camp. I think I'll take a book down by
the river and read before lunch, she decided. She walked over to the single cottage she
occupied alone in the girl's sector of the camp. As she was passing the door to one of
the girl's cabins, she heard an odd sound which made her pause. Curious, she cocked
her head to one side, wondering if she was imagining things...
Yes! There it was again! It was a very faint wet sound, almost a sucking sound that was
coming from the other side of the door to one of the girl's cabins... oh, yes... that was
Melissa's and Jeannie's cabin. Now, she remembered, Melissa had told the other
counsellor that she wasn't feeling too well after breakfast and begged off the hike. I
better go and see how she is, Lorraine said to herself.
Again she heard the slushy sounds, interspersed with soft moans! What on earth... ?
More perplexed with every passing second, Lorraine stood wonderingly on the path
outside the small wooden cabin. Maybe Melissa was seriously ill and could not cry out
for help to the almost empty camp. She didn't want the young girl to think she was
interfering but on the other hand she might be in some danger... it was after all her
responsibility if one of the girls was injured in any way.
She hesitated for another moment, and then she thought she could detect a vague
whimpering. This convinced her to act, and, resolving to take a quick peek inside the
slightly open door she walked quietly up the small path still wondering what the
strange sounds could be.
Louder now, closer and more distinct... the sounds beckoned her nearer. She peeked in
the front door and there was a screen there so she walked around the side of the cabin
and peeked in the window. Then her heart leaped into her throat!
"Dear god!" she cried silently, biting her lip to keep from screaming out in shock. On
the cot in the middle of the small cabin was a naked adolescent girl. Naked girls in their
own cabins was not an uncommon sight... it was how this girl was naked that blew the
young widow's mind. Being a modest person herself, Lorraine was often shocked at
how the youngsters of today casually went nude in front of each other, but this... this
was...
Lorraine saw that it was indeed the maturing body of Melissa Stacey, the dark-haired
youngster who had told the hiking leader that she was not feeling well that morning
and wanted to lie down. Melissa was lying on her back, her firm nubile breasts swelling
high and perky, their tiny brown nipples standing straight up in quivering hardness.
Her ripely curved buttocks were at the edge of the cot, her slender thighs scissored open
to lewdly expose the thin pink lips and sparse pubic hair of her developing vagina. Her
bare feet were flat on the floor, and squatting between her widespread legs was a large
German shepherd dog.
Lorraine had seen the dog around the camp before. It was the camp watchdog and
usually was on duty around the entry gates a mile or so down the road to the camp.
She recalled the dog was called Argent and he looked well fed and cared for, its fur
glossy and combed. The dog had an intelligent if slightly wicked gleam in its eye, and it
was a handsome beast in a savage and untamed manner that inadvertently brought
chills to Lorraine while she stared speechless at the twelve-year-old girl and the dog.
The monstrous brute remained on its haunches as if it hadn't noticed Lorraine's
presence at the window and was entirely absorbed by the obscene vision of Melissa
Stacey's indecently displayed genitals. And, still more horrifying to the wide-eyed camp
counsellor, was what the youngster was doing to her pussy! The pre-teenaged child's
hands were crawling over the thinly hair-covered cunt lips, her erotically probing
fingers working deep up inside the tiny hole of her vagina with the unmistakable
cadence of masturbation!
This was the soft sucking sound Lorraine had heard all the way outside the cabin... and
the moaning purrs of pleasure coming from the girl's parted lips were the whimpers
and mewls which had forced her to investigate. Frozen to the spot, Lorraine gasped in
stunned 'disbelief at the perverted spectacle of this immature child finger-fucking herself
in wanton disregard of common decency, right in front of the camp's watch dog! But
perversely, as the older woman watched she couldn't help remembering the many
nights alone when she'd nearly gone crazy with forbidden sexual desire even while she
was married to Arthur... until she had relieved herself the same way with her own
fingers, masturbation being the one and only way she'd ever been able to openly
respond to the passions locked inside of her. The young widow blushed scarlet as the
guilty thought flicked through her consciousness, her breath involuntarily quickening.
But this simply couldn't continue! Lorraine told herself that she would have to put a
stop to Melissa's disgusting display at once, as embarrassing as it would be for both of
them. She would be stern but understanding, but she couldn't tiptoe away and pretend
she hadn't seen the girl touching herself so wickedly. And it was for Melissa's good as
well... what if another counsellor stopped by?
Determined she walked back around the side of the cabin, lightly pushed the curtain
screen aside but before she could open her mouth to speak, her mouth froze with new
found horror! The naked child had removed her finger and was now slowly spreading
the lips of her swollen little cunt. The soft wisps of pubic hair covering the tender pink
slit were gleaming with vaginal secretions, and now Lorraine could see the entire plane
of her moist, fleshy crevice brazenly offered in hungering supplication.
"Here Argent!" the childish voice beckoned. "Come here and lick my cunt! Come on
you bad doggy!"
The horribly obscene request with the crude words was beyond Lorraine's
comprehension! She staggered back a step while she saw the German shepherd
obediently rise and move closer to the cot, and she attempted to clear her reeling mind
and think straight. The nearly overpowering thought that she should now intervene at
all costs and put an end to this flagrant exhibition tumbled in her brain. Dear god! She
had to scream or rush right into the cabin or something! She had never imagined much
less witnessed such a perverted abandonment in her sheltered life.
But strangely, all Lorraine could seem to do was shudder from the perverse stimulation
that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She watched in
rapt revulsion as the girl's head rolled back and forth on her narrow cot, contorted with
the faraway stare of erotic obsession, while the dog sniffed closer along her trembling
young thighs.
"Come on boy... eat me out good... come on... remember last year... lick my cunt... suck
it all out... you bad doggy!"
Last year! Good lord! How long had these perversions been going on? Last year,
Melissa Stacey would have been eleven years old! She was barely out of grade school.
Not even a teenager! This mere child seemed to have more experience than the camp
counsellor who was almost three times her age. Why Lorraine had never even been
capable of having "normal" sex with her own husband let alone this! This unspeakable
bestial perversion!
The huge snout of the dog inched still closer, and then his long red tongue darted out
and obscenely licked along her inner leg. He teased the pre-teenager's smooth creamy
skin, arousing her to an unreal reverie of passion, her eyes staring inward at the sexual
delights that were coursing through her inflamed loins. The German shepherd was
running his tongue over the gentle swell of her buttocks now, taunting her like no dog
could possibly have known without instruction!
"Oh fuck, Argent!" the child groaned uncontrollably. "Higher... higher... ram your
tongue in my cunt higher!"
Lorraine watched in transfixed horror, unconsciously licking her dry lips with her
tongue as she saw the youngster urgently spreading her pink cuntal lips still wider and
make obscene demands of a dog! Through the moisture, the curling damp hair and the
bright quivering pussy lips, Lorraine could see the erected tip of the child's clitoris
glistening with succulent desire. Then Argent raised his head, and his tongue flicked
forward to flutter lightly over the trembling bud that nestled in the raw wetness of the
open childish pink slit. Melissa's body jerked spasmodically at the sensational shocks of
pleasure that pierced through her nubile flesh, and she automatically began to roll her
hips back and forth in an obscene rhythm to match the animal's tonguing of her cunt.
Her tightly clenched teeth could not suppress the agonizingly delectable mewls of
passion that rumbled from her young throat, making her sound even more sensuous
and abandoned with each undulation of her writhing thighs.
Transfixed, the older woman stared at the child twisting to the obscene licking between
her legs. Never! Never before had she imagined that such terrible depravity existed! She
had heard of men who sometimes actually put their mouths down there on women...
but this... a twelve-year-old girl was craving it... begging a dog to eat her cunt... a dog...
Lorraine couldn't imagine any woman wanting such a thing but a child like Melissa it
just wasn't possible!
It was beyond disgusting, but at the same time mystifying, to the almost virginal
widow, how this angelic looking child was allowing it to happen... and reveling in it!
Lorraine had found a certain measure of empathy when she'd been watching Melissa
masturbating, something in the child's lost glassy stare having reminded her of when
she would writhe from her own exciting touch out of loneliness. But now this youngster
was being aroused to an unheard of pitch by a dog, not by her own fingers!
"Oh yes, Argent! Suck my cunt... mmmmmm... you eat cunt better than any of the
guys! Oh come on you big bad dog... make me cum with your tongue in my cunt!"
Her words burst forth broken and swallowed and choked with womanly passion, and
the young widow found herself listening, a tightening sensation beginning to grip the
pit of her stomach. The girl was clutching the hair of the dog's neck with, both hands
and was desperately grinding her naked pussy up against its snout. Lorraine could : see
the dog working faster, its tongue lashing out snake-like and disappearing into the soft
hair-fringed pussy lips, the salacious sight and sounds rooting her breathless to the
floor.
"Faster, Argent! Lick my clit... faster... ooohhhhhh..." Lorraine heard Melissa pant. How
was it possible that this child knew more about her own sexual desires than Loraine
did?
Tormentedly, the mature blonde camp counsellor began to realize that her first reaction
of horror and revulsion was slowly dissipating, and she was being affected in a way she
had never dreamed possible. Now a strange, light-fingered ; quivering was growing deep
between her own thighs, building unwantedly with every moment the huge beast
slavered in the young girl's cuntal slit. It was wagging its tail joyously now, its head
bobbing furiously and causing vile, wet sucking sounds between Melissa's widespread
thighs.
"Mmmnunm... ooohhh... aaaaaahhhhhh," the child sighed deliriously, raising a rash of
goose bumps across Lorraine's flesh and up to her full breasts, now beginning to heave
and harden, the nipples distending sensitively against the sheer netting of her brassiere.
She could see the German shepherd's tongue once more, working eagerly in slobbering
subjugation at the wide-splayed tightness of the girl's tiny cunt, and she could see the
contortions of her face above the jiggling mounds of her barely developed breasts.
Suddenly, Melissa jerked her legs up off the floor of the cabin, bringing them high up
in the air and then back until her knees touched her breasts. The complete surface of
her tender developing vagina was open to the eager dog. It flicked its tongue into the
little puckered rosette of her anus, and Lorraine stared as if mesmerized by the sight,
and a long low moan bubbled from Melissa's lips.
"Keep it up... don't stop, Argent! Suck meeeeeeeee!" the child cried, writhing her firm
buttocks furiously against the hot licking tongue spearing mercilessly between the open
cheeks of her upraised buttocks. "Fuck me, Argent! Do it all to me!"
Lorraine Harrison barely dared to breathe now, the rasping sound escaping from her
own throat having become so loud. Her mouth was hot and dry, and the prurient
sensation tickling unwantedly between her thighs caused her to clamp her legs tightly
together. Her hand where it gripped the curtain that acted as a screen in the door of the
cabin was sweaty and in a death grip. Never before in her life had she experienced such
a revolting sense of fascination. Was she some sort of voyeuristic pervert, herself?
The lewd scene and obscene sounds held her gripped, her full breasts commencing to
ache with a throbbing desire of their own. She found herself recalling the few times
Arthur had tried to go down on her and lick her between the legs, and how she had
shouted at him how evil and corrupt he was for entertaining such crude ideas. Now she
almost wished Arthur was still alive. She knew if her dead husband were here right
now... right at this moment...!
"I'm cccuuummmiiinnnggg... you big fucking dog... you're making me cum...! oh shit...
oh fuck... ooohhh!" the little girl half-choked, finally crooning off into a weird little wail
as she choked and spluttered, arching her hips up off the cot in agitated response!
The newly employed camp counsellor was trembling uncontrollably while she observed
the child's orgasm. Dear god, a dog had tongued her to climax... an orgasm which
Lorraine had never experienced all the times Arthur had made love to her the normal
way... before he took up a separate bedroom before his death... It was beyond belief that
this could be happening... but it was! Was it possible that women could control the
shots like this... could actually enjoy sex... was it possible that the thirty-two-year-old
woman could learn the facts of life from a twelve-year-old girl?
But as Melissa sprawled satiated back against her cot, the calm aftermath seemed to
snap the older woman back to her sanity. Argent, too, acted as if he were aware that the
wild orgiastic session was over, moving back from the still quivering flesh of the girl's
saliva-glistening cunt. He turned and for the first time acknowledged Lorraine's
presence, staring beadily at the woman, his ears pricking up as he tilted his head.
Please don't bark. Please don't make a sound, Lorraine found herself praying. She was
filled with far more apprehension than fear, less worried that he would suddenly attack
her than that he would warn Melissa that she had a visitor in her cabin. All she wished
to do now was silently creep out, heavy with guilt for the way she'd responded to the
sordid spectacle. She was in no condition to chastise the youngster and certainly not
wholesome enough to counsel her about feminine decency!
Lorraine started to release her vise-like grip from the curtain and back out of the cabin,
feeling lost and soiled, not knowing what to do. But, before she was able to reach the
doorway, her worst fears were confirmed.
"Wooof... wooof!" barked the dog.
"Mrs. Harrison!" Melissa cried.
Melissa Stacey sat up convulsively at the bark of Argent, her legs still splayed on either
side of the bench, the wet moisture of animal saliva dripping from her pink cuntal slit.
Her hand was up to her mouth, choking back a terrible, whimpering cry as she
recognized the camp counsellor standing nearby. Shame and guilt came to her childish
face in that split instant, and her face flamed with livid humiliation.
"Oh no!" she gasped her little girl's eyes widening in shock. "Mrs. Harrison... What are
you doing here?"
"I thought you were ill... I heard uh... some noise... and thought I should see if you
were all right..." Lorraine blurted the words out in a rush. "But it's what you're doing
here that's the question... not what I'm doing here!"
Melissa averted her reddening face looking like a little girl with her hand caught in the
cookie jar, moaning in sickening anguish. "You... you saw...?"
"Of course!" Lorraine replied sharply, but then fell silent. The older woman found
herself momentarily speechless, the guilt of her own voyeuristic behavior weighing
heavily on her conscience. She knew she should take control of the situation... say
something like the calm and rational adult she was supposed to be... a woman the camp
had hired to take responsibility... "I think you'd better get dressed, young lady!" she
finally managed to utter in a squeaky high-pitched sort of a voice totally unlike her
usually soft, assertive tone.
"God!" the girl moaned uncontrollably, leaping to her feet. She completely ignored the
dog now, who was sitting on its haunches again, looking slightly bewildered at this
abrupt turn of events. Wildly, the girl looked for some clothing, opening the door to
the closet and picking up a T-shirt and a rumpled pair of shorts from the floor and
pulling them on. In her rush to cover herself in front of the eyes of the counsellor, she
didn't bother with panties or her small training bra.
"Mrs. Harrison... I didn't mean... please... oh... don't tell anyone... my parents... I can't
go home for the summer... oh please don't tell them... I don't want them to come and
get me... they'd kill me... I'll have to go to juvenile court... they don't want me..."
"Well... I..." Lorraine stammered, not quite sure yet how to handle this sticky situation.
It was the first real problem she'd had at the camp. Everything else had gone relatively
smoothly. "What are you going to do?"
"I just honestly don't know. What about this beastly animal?"
"Oh, don't do anything to Argent," the youngster blubbered hysterically. "He's a good
dog most of the time, and they'll put him to sleep if you tell what he did!"
"Melissa... this is serious... that dog is a menace to the young girls at this camp, and if
he's going to behave like a mad beast...
"Yes, that was it!" He just wandered in here!" Melissa spluttered out taking a new tack
that might save her neck in the long run. "Argent just wandered in here while I was
lying down and he... he forced me to lie here while he licked me... I was afraid he might
bite me... or attack me or something... He growled really mean at me and everything!
Just look at his teeth!"
Suddenly, realizing that she had just talked herself into another tight little lie that could
have damaging results the girl hastily tried to undo her patent he by more excuses.
"But, usually Argent is a good dog, and he's never done anything like this before... he's
a nice dog... and I'm sure if you..." The words "just like last year" resounded in
Lorraine's brain and the sight of the promiscuous pre-teenaged nymph encouraging the
big German Shepherd loomed up in the counselor's mind.
"Stop lying to me, Melissa!" Lorraine snapped impatiently. "I saw you, I saw everything
that went on in here, and you deliberately encouraged that dog... to... to... do that to
you..." The young widow couldn't bring herself to openly verbalize the descriptions of
the acts she had witnessed. The words seemed locked in her throat, an unwanted
sensation of excitement welling up in her chest at the remembrance they caused. "What
you did was beastly and disgusting... sinful and vile... lying about it will not make it any
better!"
The dark-haired child blanched with terror, stumbling back in her tiny cabin as fear of
what the counsellor could do to her loomed in her mind. "But he did... I'm not lying...
Argent wanted to rape me... only I... couldn't help myself... I've never had anything like
that before," she concluded lamely.
Suddenly, her young, fertile, older than her years' mind, pushed into overdrive. The
conniving youngster saw a way out of her dilemma.
"But if you know everything... you must have been watching the whole thing... spying
on me during the whole scene...!"
"Well... that's... I..." Lorraine, suddenly caught off guard, was rapidly losing the last of
her authority, all thought of a rational solution with the twelve-year-old girl fleeing
from her distraught and troubled mind. "Don't talk to me like that... I"
"It's the truth, isn't it... you were watching me... weren't you?" Melissa demanded
smugly elated at how easy it had been to get control of the situation from her camp
counsellor. Melissa was used to manipulating her parents and obviously Mrs. Harrison
didn't have any kids... she wasn't very good at this sort of thing. "You've been hanging
around in here while I finger-fucked myself and while Argent licked my cunt... did you
stay quiet because you were getting off on it... did you like watching the dog eat my
snatch?"
"How dare you! How dare you speak to me in that vulgar manner, Melissa Stacey. I
won't stand for it, do you hear me? I came by to see if you were well, that's all. It was
obvious what was going on in here...!" But the young widow's face unaccustomed to
dealing with this kind of situation was becoming as red as Melissa and she knew her
excuse was transparent to the promiscuous, precocious youngster.
"Bullshit!" the cherubic looking twelve-year-old exclaimed. "You knew what I was doing
and you didn't get me to stop in the beginning because you were really into my trip...
you were probably creaming your prissy panties watching me... what part did you like
the best? Did you like the finger-fucking or did you like the dog sucking my cunt and
making me cum?"
"Melissa! This is an outrage! I will not be talked to like this by a twelve-year-old!"
"Come off it, Mrs. Harrison... it's not the end of the world. Lots of people like to
watch... you don't have to feel guilty... whatever turns you on...
"I most certainly will inform the directors of the camp and they'll get in touch with
your parents. Furthermore, I will advise them of the dog's actions and he will be
removed from this camp."
"I can't stop you doing what you want about Argent but as for the other stuff it will be
my word against yours and..." she said dramatically saving her ace in the hole until the
last... "who are they going to think is the pervert when I tell how you stood here and
watched me fucking myself and then getting eaten by a dog? I'm only twelve years old,
remember? You're supposed to be a counsellor and in control around here... what
would they think if I told my parents that you were a voyeur! Yes, I think this little
episode could hurt you a lot more than it would me. I'm only a little kid! You're an
adult!"
Lorraine felt her skin crawl at the sound of the promiscuous child's veiled threats. This
unbelievable, unnaturally mature for her years youngster was capable of anything... and
to save her skin would stop at nothing...
"So, what if we just forget the whole thing, Mrs. Harrison? I'm going to catch up with
the hike now. See you. It was all just good clean fun." The dark-haired child paused at
the partition curtain to throw out one last thing to the shocked counsellor. "Let me
know if you want to come to another free show, Mrs. Harrison!"
"But the dog..." Lorraine babbled on, beside herself at how easily she had been turned
into the underdog in this situation by a twelve-year-old. "What about Argent?"
"Maybe you can put him to some good use..." Melissa called after her laughing with
adolescent cruelty at the older woman's discomfort.


Chapter 3

A distraught Lorraine Harrison aged thirty-two had just been thoroughly embarrassed
by a twelve-year-old vixen. It was absolutely humiliating and worse. The young widow
was left standing alone in the promiscuous girl's cabin with Argent but a few feet away.
The taste of bitterness like bile in the young camp counselor's throat threatened to
choke her. Everything had started out so well with her new job. The youngsters seemed
to like her for the most part and she was enjoying the free and easy outdoor life. But
now this! The horrible episode had colored everything in an unfavorable light. Her life
seemed as miserable as it had before she took the steps that brought her to Camp
Merrywether. Should she leave and return to her life of pitiful loneliness she had
known before coming here? It had seemed like a promising new start and now because
of the perverted scene she had just witnessed she felt obliged to make some kind of a
decision.
A cold anger surged in the older woman as she remembered the absolutely unforgivable
treatment she'd received from Melissa Stacey, and her ears still burned from the
obscenities the childish mouth had uttered. And that was not even taking into
consideration the depravity of the situation!
Still in Melissa's cabin, seemingly rooted to the wooden floor like some kind of a cigar
store Indian, Lorraine glanced at the German Shepherd sitting on the floor, her eyes
flashing with dark foreboding. The huge animal seemed to leer back at her, raising the
lips at the back part of his snout as only a canine is able, and, irritated and enraged still
more, Lorraine decided she had to take, some action.
"Come on, boy. We better go over to my cottage while I think about this whole matter
and decide what to do with you." The young blonde widow bent over to take the huge
animal by the collar and she gasped as his furry head brushed against the soft firmness
of her breasts, the involuntary caress making the older woman all the more conscious of
the animal's overpowering presence.
The beautiful blonde woman lifted back the curtain at the door of the cabin and walked
out into the sunlight. Argent whined as if to say he was sorry for all that had gone on
before and Lorraine felt silly that she was trying to analyze the emotions of the dog
through his inhuman growls.
Unfortunately, Lorraine told herself angrily, Melissa was right. As the spiteful child had
told her, there was nothing she could do, not after having been a part of the scandalous
bestiality by watching in rapt silence. What had ever possessed her to not act?
Hindsight always being more accurate than foresight, Lorraine began to chastise herself
for all the things she should have done. It was unconceivable that she should be placed
in such a humiliating position of ridicule by that sex-crazed little girl.
Perhaps it was her wounded pride, her fragile ego, her stubborn resolve not to be forced
out by that wretched little girl's threats. Maybe if was the urgent necessity to reaffirm
her basic morality, after having succumbed to this inexplicable temptation, for to keep
quiet now would be essentially a condoning of the whole sordid mess.
Whatever it was, Lorraine had kept the dog with her, hoping to see Dan Igsen the night
watchman at the camp. Maybe she would tell him about his precious dog. And to think
that nearly all the boys at the camp were responsible for this animal. They all took
turns to feed him and play with him when he wasn't out by the gate. It was horrifyingly
complicated, Lorraine sighed, hopelessly. How could she take away these children's pet?
But then, what kind of a pet was he?
Despite her irritation toward Argent, she really didn't hate him, nor hold him
responsible for his actions with the young girl. He was, after all, only a dog and was
following a dog's instincts. She had seen too many other dogs whining in heat or
rubbing against someone's leg to hold him mentally responsible. It was Melissa's fault
for having trained him so shamelessly. But mostly Lorraine was furious with herself for
having been made a fool of and was taking it out on Argent, and realizing the
unfairness of her anger only made her more irritated than ever with the situation.
Actually, Argent was a magnificent specimen. He had a lean, muscular body lithe and
supple beneath his glossy coat, yet it was more than that, she could sense. It was
something too difficult to pinpoint exactly, but his eyes seemed to sparkle with
uncommon intelligence, and he moved with a canine grace that you couldn't help
admiring. There was something big and powerful and alluring about the dog... as that
outrageous child had so intimately demonstrated! What a sick way to react to an
animal! Why she'd never responded to Arthur that way, or to any man... it was more
than a little disconcerting to wonder how it must feel to indulge in those acts with a
dog!
The blonde camp counsellor blushed slightly at her own guilty notions and walked
quickly in a nervous manner to her own cottage feeling the tightness of her white shorts
rubbing electrically against the soft swelling of her vagina. She sucked in her breath
from the unexpected realization and the additional shock that it produced up between
her lithe thighs. Her pulse quickened hotly against her will. This was all so peculiar!
She couldn't understand what had held her mesmerized back there in Melissa's cabin,
and she couldn't understand what was taking place now... and slightly disturbed and
more than a little confused the young widow felt almost relieved when she opened the
door to her little cottage.
When she'd unlocked the porch door and entered, without hesitation, Argent followed
her, walking closely behind her and then stood looking up at her intently, tongue
lolling slightly from his slackly opened jaws.
"I have no idea what I'm going to do with you. I'm going to have to give this matter
some very serious thought," she said to the attentive animal somewhat sternly.
The German shepherd's expression changed slightly to a crestfallen attitude, but
otherwise he remained where he was. He couldn't understand her words but the sharp
tone of her voice told him something was amiss with the beautiful lady.
Feeling very sweaty and uncomfortable from the ordeal of watching the young girl with
the dog, Lorraine decided to . take a quick shower before lunch. The leggy blonde
strolled into the bathroom and Argent followed her and instinctively, he" licked her
smooth hand to impart his growing attachment to her. His warm wet caress across the
back of her hand almost made Lorraine drop the bottle of shampoo she was carrying,
and she shivered from some unexplainable emotion that suddenly knotted the insides of
her belly.
"Stop that, Argent!" she shot out, startled by the anger of her tone. "You better stay out
here while I change," she commanded as she entered the bathroom. But Argent didn't
understand her orders, and padded right in after her and once again sat down on his
haunches.
Lorraine stared at the German shepherd, her hands trembling while she contemplated
her next step. "You better get out of here, Argent... go on, boy!"
The dog thumped its big tail against the floor and refused to move.
"What am I going to do with you, you big brute?" Lorraine asked in exasperation.
"You're far too big for me to bodily throw out of the way. I suppose you can't do any
harm in here."
The young sexually unsatisfied widow eyeballed Argent critically and inadvertently her
eyes roamed down over his sleek coat to his lower belly. A spastic shiver rippled
through her against her will, both thrilling and terrifying her at the same time, for, with
the dog facing her, she was able to see all of his large, protruding genitals. Argent's
beastly cock! The blonde camp counsellor gaped with mortification at the sight of his
glistening crimson length emerging from its long furry sheath, wet and thick, the
dripping, tapered end jiggling slightly as it slipped up along his belly from the
protective sleeve in an ever-growing erection.
Dear Lord! The dog penis was as big or bigger than her husband, Arthur's had been!
She moaned to herself in undisguised anguish. But why was the prick getting hard
now? How odd... it was almost... almost as if Argent was anticipating her undressing
before him, and it was exciting him. The tiny suggestion of bestial lust flickered lewdly
through her mind, making her recoil with a mixture of aching torment and fevered
embarrassment and her face turned crimson with the unexpected turn her mind was
taking. She was so ashamed at the way her brain was working against her will! The very
notion of a dog becoming sexually aroused like a human being was insane. What in
heaven's name was she allowing herself to think?
Have I sunk this low, she thought wildly? There was nothing to be done. She had to
fight it! She had to combat her own imaginings the same way she'd always conquered
her lewd impulses... by proving to herself that she was stronger than they! With the
firm resolve to overcome her salacious thoughts, Lorraine turned her back to Argent
and took a number of deep, ragged breaths to calm her ragged emotions. But in spite of
her determination, she could almost feel the animal's beady gaze on her flesh, mentally
undressing her like some degenerate voyeur.
It was horrible. She should go and find the watchman at the gate. Return the dog to his
duties. I'm going to lie down for a while, she thought. The shower can wait. She walked
out of the bathroom and began unzipping her white shorts with hurried, quick motions.
She unhooked the back of her blouse and shrugged the material off her shoulders and
let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of her shorts, forcing herself to act supremely
unconcerned that she was being watched, but to her chagrin, she found herself turning
to see if the dog was enjoying her little striptease.
Shocked to the core of her being, she realized that Argent's scarlet penis was harder and
thicker than ever! His tapered dog cock seemed to give another sharp jerk when she
bent over to retrieve her discarded clothing and place it on the chair next to the bureau.
The full rounded moons of her buttocks came into tantalizing view, and she knew the
dog could see the completely unimpeded sight of her nylon panties between her firm,
trembling thighs. And when she straightened up again, her panties slipped teasingly
into the stretched crevice of her buttocks and remained bunched there! This was total
insanity! She was performing like Gypsy Rose Lee in front of a dog! These last few
months must have been too much! She was totally losing her fragile grip on reality.
The now panting German Shepherd continued to watch the blonde woman more
intensely than ever as he watched her undressing. He licked his chops and whined
knowingly causing Lorraine to shiver with renewed shame when she unclasped her thin
skin-toned brassiere. Her large firm breasts swung into heady exposure, their ripe pink
nipples perking out from the tip of the white globes like two strawberries on the top of
shortcake. Argent was wagging his tail furiously now, his elongated penis jerking in
painful erection against his furry lower belly. Lorraine gritted her teeth together,
squeezing her eyes closed in her determination not to be undone by her own obscene
imaginings. It wasn't possible that a dog could be aroused by watching a woman getting
undressed. It was insane to even think such things!
Not capable of stopping now, Lorraine had to run the full course now. The rounded,
hair-lined lips of her fleshy cunt came into teasing view now as she cast off her panties
and stood stark naked in the bedroom of the small cottage, between the dog and the
dresser. Quivering uncontrollably, she swiveled around to look at herself in the dresser
mirror, seeing the dog's beady eyes gazing at her in the mirror's reflection. She realized
that he was watching her just as he'd watched young Melissa Stacey, both she and the
youngster equally nude and unadorned before his canine eyes. Miserably she thought...
there's absolutely no difference between us from his dog's point of view...
Being caught up in the bizarreness of the situation, she raised her arms over her head in
a classic nude pose, stretching her breasts taut and uplifting her nipples puckishly. She
could see in the mirror the flat plane of her stomach, unmarred by age or blemishes,
and the honey-colored curls of her pubic hair. The soft fleeciness around her vagina
highlighted the rosy lips underneath, and she imagined she could see the tiny bud of
her clitoris peeking out from the crested valley of her loins in almost childlike shyness.
Yet, she thought miserably as she lowered her arms, there is a difference between
Melissa and me... a world of difference which Argent... a mere dog could never
comprehend, but I know it all too well...
Melissa Stacey, in spite of being twelve years old and in most ways still very immature,
already knew what sex was really about. Lorraine could not believe that a twelve-yearold 
girl who'd allow a German shepherd to lick her to climax would not be experienced
with the carnal embraces of older boys. Melissa was not a virgin, and obviously enjoyed
that condition... enjoyed it so much that her explosive womanly passions had actually
stimulated Loraine against her will! Was sex truly enough to change an ordinary
woman into a mass of seething, abandoned flesh? Was it really the animalistic thing
she'd witnessed in the girl's cabin? She had never experienced anything that strong... as
intense as the girl with the dog... nor had she ever before been worked up to the peak
which just watching it had caused her. What would it be like if she could let herself go
like Melissa had done? The way she could never let herself go when her husband was
alive! The thought raced through Lorraine's confused mind... what would it feel like? 
She looked like she was in heaven, the tormented widow groaned inwardly. I'm almost
three times that youngster's age and I've never felt that way. Never experienced the
throes of passionate abandon.
Folding the last of her clothing neatly on the chair, the young camp counsellor bent
over to pick up her shoes and put them on the top shelf of the closet.
Then, without warning, there came a growling bark from the German shepherd. With a
single bound, it was up from where it was sitting and between Lorraine's unconsciously
spread legs pushing her down on her knees to the floor. The shocked woman squeaked
a tight choked exclamation of fear, and brought her hand up to her mouth. Her eyes
were wide with fright, and she started to crawl away from the large, hairy beast, but
Argent growled again, warning her to stay frozen where she was. And she did, her
splayed thighs completely exposed and her knees bent outward, leaving the whole of
her upturned vaginal crevice open and defenseless. There was nothing else to do, and
she trembled while the huge dog growled menacingly, his fleshy lips pulled back over
long ivory fangs.
"Back, Argent... back off... now... right now!"
But the German shepherd ignored her, advancing on his paws and sniffing the air
around Lorraine's nakedly waving buttocks. He sniffed some more, moving his head
around as if curious about this new woman and her piquant feminine smells. He
stepped still closer to her clenching loins, and lowered his head to the soft, fragrant slit
between her buttocks, still sniffing with increased interest. The kneeling woman's
position was one with which he was well acquainted, and his tail wagged happily as if
he had discovered a new bitch in heat.
"Don't... Argent! Please stop it... this minute...!" the naked woman exclaimed feverishly,
but the dog wasn't interested in her spoken commands. There were other, more
instinctive and natural commands which he wished to obey first! Suddenly she moaned
as the dog's cold black nose abruptly pressed against her tiny puckered anus. She tensed
in abject mortification as its tongue snaked out and locked tentatively against the deep
crevice around it, its tip burrowing slightly into her fleshy anal ring.
"Argent!" she gasped uncontrollably. "Not there... dear god... not there... noooooo!"
Despite her burgeoning fear, Lorraine was so filled with guilt and what she'd
unthinkingly caused, that she once more tried to squirm free. But Argent was having
none of that, and barked insistently, snapping its massive jaws inches away from the
tender cheeks of her buttocks.
Instantly, the young camp counsellor froze in place, staying motionless in absolute
horror with her legs spread wide and pressed against her folded legs as she knelt in
tormented surrender before the excited dog. With a final snarl, Argent began greedily
lapping the narrow pink slit up between her open thighs. He ran his tongue wetly over
the full length of it, from the tight-closed little asshole down to the fluted pink edges of
her fear-quivering cunt, and back up again. His great tongue spread through the soft,
hair-fringed vaginal lips like a knife through warm butter, flicking relentlessly between
the cringing woman's legs.
"This is obscene... disgusting!" she moaned. "It's inhuman, vile!" A soul-searing groan
escaped from deep inside her chest, her buttocks grinding desperately as she tried to
escape the maddening assault. "Don't do this to meeeeeeee!"
But Argent's only response was a further stab up into her tight, fleshy cuntal clit
sending tiny goose bumps ripping across the young blonde's softly quivering belly and
distended breasts.
"It's depraved... it's worse than sick!" Lorraine murmured over and over into the A floor
with her undisguised humiliation, trying hopelessly to screw her thighs forward from
the hotly flicking tongue that was licking mercilessly at her pussy. A great wall of dread
loomed up in front of her as she listened to the lewd wet sluicing noises Argent was
making between her wide-splayed thighs. Yet in spite of her revulsion at this horrible
perversion being done to her defenseless body, she couldn't help feeling the lips of her
cunt involuntarily dilating to the massive dog-tongue spearing in and out between
them. Seemingly of their own volition, her buttocks were starting to sway in lewd
concert to the rhythm of the licking and tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were
beginning to ripple deep down in her belly.
"No... oh no... dear god, forgive me... this can't be happening to me!"
The cruel realization slowly dawned on the hapless woman that her body was gradually
deserting her. The impact brought further cries of protest, not only from the thought of
the obscene act which she was allowing a dog to perform on her, but at the more
frightening and humiliating thought that she was actually starting to like it! She
clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her will against the steadily
growing sparks of lewd desire that were threatening to burst into sudden uncontainable
flame and devour her in her helplessness. But it was a losing cause as Argent snuffled
and licked ceaselessly at her naked wet loins from behind.
"This can't be happening... it can't... it can't... it just can't..." Lorraine groaned to herself
in misery and fear, her head flailing back and forth tormentedly as the animal tongue
continued to slide hotly in and out of her rapidly moistening cunt. Yet the sensual
pleasures were growing ever stronger as the wide-stretched tightness of her pussy was
hungrily consumed, as uncontrollably she began a slow, writhing undulation back
against Argent's snout. With increasing abandon, she rotated her buttocks in small
grinding circles so she could feel more of the wickedly sinful plundering of her
helplessly stimulated flesh, shuddering with ecstasy as the lewdly slaving beast tongued
her to defeat.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh... Argent... aaaaaahhhhhh!" the now sexually crazed woman moaned as
the dog thrust his mouth deeper into her lust-swelling vagina, expanding her pink,
fleshy lips with each tantalizing lick he took. Oh god, how that dog was making her
feel! A strange thrill flashed through her at the thought that she was being treated
exactly like she had always wanted to be. She wanted to be dragged to the depths of her
lust, she wanted to be sucked by this dog until her cunt was raw! The obscene
subjugation of her surrendering body on the floor of the little cabin was driving her
wild with evil sensations!
The eagerly obeying German shepherd seemed to sense his new mistress' sudden
change of heart and with increased desire to please, he insinuated his long, red tongue
deeper up inside the quivering hot sheath of her welcoming vagina. Lorraine squirmed
and bucked under the maddening torture until she thought her heart would pound out
of her chest, and she screwed her thighs back so that she could feel still more of the
dog's wet, rough tongue far up inside her thrashing belly. Between her splayed thighs
was one mass of burning moist sensitivity, growing more and more intense with every
passing second, spiralling up to a pinnacle that would soon expand into orgasm... her
very first orgasm in thirty-two years reached with the ministrations of some other
being!
"Lick until I cum! Lick my cunt... lick me... eat it all... Argent!"
Her hotly throbbing vagina flowered open wider and wider, and her moistness
increased with each further second that Argent's tongue worked up between her wide
stretched legs. Her secretions ran in slight, warm trickles down the sides of' the
animal's mouth pressed so tightly into the softness of her cunt, and down the side of
her smoothly gripping buttocks and thighs to wind up on the floor.
Lorraine was so engrossed in the lewd performance of the dog that she never heard the
door of her cottage open, or the soft sound of tennis shoes on the floor.
But then...
The beautiful blonde camp counsellor caught a small shadow fleetingly cross the mirror
above her head. She instantly became aware of a tight, strange gasp behind her, and a
slight motion caught the outer corner of her vision. She froze in her kneeling position
before the German shepherd as if she'd been turned into a statue.
Then afraid and still feeling an unexplained quivering arousal, Lorraine turned her head
slowly around towards the door. Her blue eyes widened like saucers!
Standing in open-mouthed wonderment was a small boy! It was one of the younger
boys staying at the camp.
"Sandy!" she gasped out in horror. "What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Mrs. Harrison..." he gasped. "I'm sorry the watchman told me to come and get the
dog!"


Chapter 4

Sandy Pelham was compact and wiry in build, which made him look less developed
than he was. Lean and strong for his thirteen years he was nevertheless held in a kind
of amused contempt by the other bigger boys at the camp. Although the small boy had
been coming to the camp for three years now and certainly knew his way around, his
mere size was against him and somehow he just never had the recognition the other
"senior" boys had.
His hair was fine, naturally curly, and a sort of strawberry blonde which gave him his
nickname "Sandy." His skin was the fair skin of redheads and every summer he had to
go through fiery red skin before he was able to get a suntan. His face was almost
cherubic, with a small stubby nose, flashing smile, dimples and lots of freckles. The
guileless deep blue eyes held an incredible innocence that the boy would never lose. He
didn't look like a modern boy at all but rather like one of the characters from Spanky
and Our Gang.
This morning before he'd burst in on Mrs. Harrison, the new camp counsellor, he'd
just been walking around by himself. He'd gone out for a volleyball game but he hadn't
been picked for a side... his size again...
Those bastards! One of these days he'd wipe the floor with all of them, he promised
himself as he walked along the road behind the residence cabins. One of these days
he'd really show them what a man was, and with childish resentment he kicked an
empty plastic bottle with his foot. He glanced up then, just as he was turning up the
path to the cabins, and he saw Melissa Stacey walking toward him. She was sauntering
along as if she was the Queen of Sheba, and just the sight of her nubile body filled
Sandy with a strange, erotic excitement.
Melissa had been at the camp for two years in a row and although she was a whole year
younger than Sandy she acted like she was his mother. It was embarrassing. Sandy
knew all about her reputation from the other kids at the camp. It was rumoured that
her parents sent her to summer camp for disciplinary reasons but if that was the truth it
was the joke of the century. Melissa spent all her time down by the river, at the pool
after dark and sneaking out of her cabin as soon as it was "lights out." Seriously, Sandy
tried to imagine what "it" was like. Here was Melissa only twelve years old and having
an active sex life while he, could only have wet dreams imagining what "it" was like. It
was absolutely humiliating!
Watching the sexy pre-teenager intently as she approached, young Sandy felt his
slender penis jerk in his underpants, only to go limp again when with resentment, he
considered the facts. She wasn't going to do "it" with him. She thought she was too
good. Too mature!
"Hi kid," Melissa said as she neared him.
"Hi, Melissa." He stopped and scuffed one toe in the dirt making a design with his foot,
not wanting to look at her too hard, knowing it would only provoke her into making
some smartass comment.
"What's the matter did you get picked over for the volley ball team again?"
Sandy just stared down at the ground not bothering to answer the impudent youngster.
If he got mad at her then she'd really lay into him and above all he didn't want to get
himself in that situation to have Melissa make him out more of a creep than she already
did.
"Hey, aren't you supposed to be looking after Argent during the day, this week?"
Melissa asked a sudden sly smile spreading across her face as she recalled what she'd
just been doing with the wonderful big dog.
"Yeah, but I haven't seen him this morning. I've just been up by the gate and he wasn't
up there. Have you seen him around the mess hall?" he asked remembering his
responsibility with the camp watchdog.
"I think you could check with Mrs. Harrison. That's where he was the last time I saw
him a little while ago."
"Mrs. Harrison? What's she doing with the watchdog?"
Melissa tried to suppress a spate of giggles that threatened to come pouring out of her
mouth. "I don't know. Maybe she's watching him!"
"Watching Argent?" Sandy questioned not understanding the little innuendos Melissa
seemed to be making about Mrs. Harrison and the watchdog.
A knowing smirk creasing the corners of her petulant mouth, Melissa stared at the
young boy with blatant derision. "You don't think Argent's worth-watching? If you
only knew little boy!"
"Well, he's a pretty good looking dog and I knew old Dan has taught him some tricks
but..."
"Look kid... you should know the tricks that dog does," Melissa laughed, unable to
contain her amusement any longer. "Why don't you hustle your ass over and ask Mrs.
Harrison about the tricks he knows?"
"Well, the watchman's going to be mad at me if I don't keep an eye on Argent and feed
him and stuff so maybe I better go over and see if he's been fed or anything."
"Be sure to ask Mrs. Harrison about the 'tricks.' Maybe she could even show you a
few!" With that the brazen twelve-year-old walked over, smacked Sandy across the ass
like he was a two-year-old and flounced off down the path towards the river. "Give Mrs.
Harrison my love. See you babyface..."
Clenching and unclenching his small fists, Sandy Pelham glared at the retreating form
of the curvaceous brunette girl with pure hatred. Shit, if only he were a couple of inches
taller, he'd show her who had balls! He could do it right now... if she... if any girl would
just give him a break and stop acting like he was a little kid! He was thirteen, after all, a
teenager!
Only none of them ever would give him a break, he gloomily concluded. He was
destined to remain a virgin forever, he was convinced! It was so unfair. Half of those
other guys at the camp bragged about their conquests all the time and he had nothing
to talk about. Once he had tried to make up a story from a dirty book he had read but
the guys all knew he had made it up and only treated him worse after that. God, he
couldn't even lie convincingly.
Well, he thought, I better get over and find out if Mrs. Harrison has Argent. When he
got there he was going to ask her too about the tricks Melissa had hinted about. Mrs.
Harrison was that new pretty blonde counsellor, one of the few adults at the camp that
treated him as an equal and not like a little baby. He was sure she'd tell him the truth
at least; she wouldn't act like that little bitch Melissa!
In a couple of minutes the little thirteen-year-old boy was out in front of the cottage
that Mrs. Harrison had been assigned at the camp. The cottages the counselors had
were slightly larger than the cabins the kids occupied and they had the cabins to
themselves as opposed to sharing them with someone else. He walked off the main path
up the little trail to Mrs. Harrison's and noticed that she had some wildflowers growing
by the doorway. I wish I had a whole cabin to myself, he thought wistfully. Then I
wouldn't have those guys in there teasing me all the time. I'd have some peace.
The small boy knocked on the door.
No answer.
He knocked again.
Still no one answered the door.
Sandy frowned slightly, wondering if Melissa had sent him on some wild goose chase
looking for Argent. It didn't seem like Mrs. Harrison was even here. Maybe she was
down at the pool or down at the river. He looked around hesitantly, wondering what he
should do, and then went around the side to look in the window. All the curtains were
drawn but he heard some strange noises inside. Maybe she didn't hear his knocking.
He walked back around to the front door of the cottage and tested the door to see if it
was unlocked. The latch opened immediately.
"Mrs. Harrison...?" Sandy called out timidly.
"Ooohhh..." he heard a woman's voice inside the cottage. "Mmmmmm... yes... yes..."
"Mrs. Harrison?" Bolder now, the boy stepped barely inside the doorway, still holding
onto the edge of the door in case he had to run away. "Mrs. Harrison... is Argent in
here?"
"Aaaaaahhh... unnnggg... lick my cunt... oh suck it all you big brute... come on... lick
my cunt... harder!"
Sandy felt every muscle of his slender young body grow rigid as the obscene words
registered on his immature mind. Momentarily he stood rooted to the floor, unable to
move, and with his breath stilled in his lungs, he could now hear wet slurping sounds
and animal-like panting. Hell, he knew what that was! Argent must be having a drink.
He always slurped like that when he was drinking out of his bowl. But then he heard
Mrs. Harrison again in a hoarse, passionate voice.
"DO it to me, Argent... suck my cunt... just like you did to Melissa... or make me cum
with your long dog's tongue!"
Sandy still outside the house leaned against the door in shock, forcing it closed again.
Jesus Christ! There it was again, even filthier than before! There was no mistaking what
Mrs. Harrison was saying... but he couldn't believe it! Was the beautiful lady really
asking a dog to suck her cunt?
Mentally, an image flashed on the teenaged boy's inexperienced brain, a strange
tingling growing in the base of his stomach. Jesus! Were these the "tricks" Melissa had
been talking about? Why old Dan would have a heart attack if he knew about this.
No... no... that was not possible!
But the facts said otherwise! He had heard with his own ears the command the camp
counsellor had made to the dog... and, she had mentioned Melissa. The only way
Melissa could know about this was if Argent licked her too! It was all coming together
now... Melissa's sarcasm... everything!
Shit! What should he do? Just split that's what. Leave before Mrs. Harrison caught him
in her cottage and really got pissed off at him! But what could he tell the night
watchman? He'd really catch it from old Dan if he knew that he hadn't been taking
care of the dog. The boy's mind was in turmoil. He'd been having so many wet dreams
lately he began to wonder whether all this wasn't just another one of his fantasies
brought on by his frustration. He'd have to prove to himself that it wasn't!
Why not? He'd never seen a woman completely naked before, much less with her legs
spread apart and a dog licking her cunt! It was just the kind of wild fantasy he'd often
wondered about at night when he'd jerked off under the covers! And here was the
perfect opportunity, if he had the courage to take it. Did he dare?
Sandy sucked in his breath, quivering silently with fear and trepidation. But shit... he
did have the balls to go in there! Fuck Melissa and all those other assholes at the camp,
he had the balls to sneak up to where Mrs. Harrison was and take one fast peek at least.
He pushed open the door and pushed aside the curtain and walked down the small
hallway into the bedroom, his whole lithe body tense as he pressed himself against the
wall of the cabin.
The floor creaked!
The boy's heart stopped in his chest. Mrs. Harrison and Argent must've heard it, it was
so loud! But no, the strange noises coming from the room continued unabated, their
intensity increasing with each passing moment. The boy started again, one step at a
time very slowly... pausing on the ball of his tennis shoes after each one...
He was in the room now and the daylight filtering in through the closed drapes
afforded him a complete view of all that was happening. He peered hesitantly around
the corner, shifting his position so he could see fully inside. And then he did see... and
he sucked in his breath, cold chills running crazily up the full length of his spine!
There on the floor was the watchdog of Camp Merrywether, standing between the
widespread thighs of Mrs. Harrison. Argent's head was moving obscenely up and down
as he nuzzled the crevice of her uptilted buttocks, and he could hear the wild licking
sound of his long red tongue against her cunt! It was true! The dog was sucking her off!
The Camp's watchdog and Mrs. Harrison, the new counsellor! Shit, and did she look
different than when she was supervising one of the camp games! Sandy could only stare
in bug-eyed amazement at her depraved undulations, hypnotically frozen by their very
lewdness after being used to seeing the older woman acting very sophisticated and prim
and proper during her activities at the camp.
"Christ!" he choked in a whisper thick with excitement. His eyes followed the writhing
contours of her mature body, fixing momentarily on her rose-tipped breasts which
jutted downwards in voluptuous fullness. Slowly, his youthful gaze moved along her
sides to the writhing rotation of her hourglass waist, then rolled over the sensual rise of
her naked hips until he was once more studying the blonde pubic curls where the dog
was avidly licking. The boy entirely forgot his intention to quickly leave after one peek,
the heat and excitement of the room arousing him even as he stared. He could feel a
wild electric tingle darting delightfully through his slender youthful loins at the erotic
sight before him, and unable to control his lustfulness, he groaned slightly to himself. It
was too far out!
He could see the watchdog licking madly up between the older woman's thighs. Her
gleaming legs were splayed out wide on either side of Argent's plunging snout, her
buttocks grinding fervently back against it with all her might. Sandy could see the cords
standing out on her inner thighs as she struggled crazily to get the dog to lave her
swollen pink cunt still harder, squeezing the rounded moons tightly around his mouth
and forcing the walls of her gripping vagina around the thickness of his lapping tongue.
Straining his eyes, the teenager could see the warmly milking lips of the camp
counselor's pussy clasping voraciously around the animal's nose, and the thinly parted
pubic hairs grazing against the furry muzzle as her thighs undulated in a faster cadence.
The groans and mewls of surrender and pleading were becoming more desperate, as the
glazed, uncomprehending eyes of the adolescent stayed glued on the lewd cunt-licking
taking place in the little cabin.
The carnal scene was more than the inexperienced small boy could absorb
dispassionately. His slim, virile penis gradually rose into hardness, becoming painfully
erect in the tight constriction of his under pants. He was forced to shift his position to
relieve the pressure, attempting to slip the rigid shaft of his young cock out one leg
band of his underwear and into the comparative freedom of his pant leg.
And it was when he shifted, that Lorraine saw him in the doorway.
"Sandy! Sanford Pelham! What are you doing here in my cottage?"
"I... I'm sorry, Mrs. Harrison! I'm looking after the watchdog! I came over here to feed
him!" The suddenly frightened little lad, not knowing what to do now that he was
caught, stumbled tearfully into the bedroom, his high-pitched voice almost squeaking
with despair. "I didn't mean to see you... I mean I'm not spying... oh... I didn't mean to
see... oh... honest, Mrs. Harrison!"
But even as he pleaded for forgiveness, the boy's eyes remained ravenously fixed upon
the blonde camp counselor's nakedness. His erotically incensed young mind drank in
every rounded curve and valley of her mature figure, especially as she attempted to turn
around and curl into a protective position. Argent, sensing the boy suddenly enter,
offered no resistance when Lorraine cowered in a ball away from him, actually backing
from her as if in confusion and indecision.
Sandy hardly noticed the watchdog was present, the reason for his coming here in the
first place. His immature and eager mind was overwhelmed by the lurid sight of this
naked older woman hunched with her legs, drawn up on the floor, arms wrapped
around herself in a futile concealment of her lush feminine parts. In fact, by the way
she had curved her thighs up to clench her legs together, the boy could actually see a
few stray tendrils of light pubic hair around the clenched slit of her wetly gleaming
buttocks!
Lorraine felt all of her immoral passion draining from her loins as shame flooded over
her mind. She stared in agonized humiliation as the youngster took a stumbling step
forward, his eyes flashing with some emotion that seemed to keep his mouth gaping
open.
"Sandy... it's... I... I... uh..." Her voice trembled and faltered as the blanched-faced
counsellor tried to imagine what she could possibly say to the innocent youngster. "It's
not what you think... that is... Oh my heavens... Sandy why did you have to come in?"
"Gosh, Mrs. Harrison," the thirteen-year-old moaned, staggering still closer. "I'm sorry
too... it's my week to look after Argent... and... Melissa told me you had him... so I
knocked but you didn't hear... and then I heard these noises... and...
His voice grew higher and more trembly, but his deep, penetrating eyes continued
feasting on her naked contours and his cock jerked harder in his pants. Jesus, it felt the
size of a crowbar! If Mrs. Harrison caught sight of him with a hard-on, then he'd really
be in for it!
"I never knew dogs did that to ladies... I mean... Argent is a watchdog..." Lorraine
watched the youthful eyes wandering hotly up and down over her naked flesh, and
unconsciously her face took on a pleasurable glow it had never possessed before. She
could sense a strange new intoxicating pride in his openly admiring stare, and she
found herself wrestling with the lewd notion to spread herself out full-length on the
floor and bask still more shamelessly in his tempting admiration.
The blonde camp counselor's gaze moved down over his slender, quaking form as she
struggled for control of her mind, and a shiver of apprehensive stimulation tingled in
her cunt unwantedly, as she suddenly viewed his crotch. The older woman could clearly
see a slender, bulging hardness pressing outwards against the soft material of his pants!
Little Sandy had a hard on! God almighty, he'd become sexually aroused by viewing her
obscene writhings with the watchdog! It was entirely her fault, she thought objectively;
he was responding to her provocatively displayed abandonment like a little man!
A man? Well, not yet... and thank god for that! After all this time without sex the
young widow's cunt was practically virginal once more. A man's prick would be thick
and huge and demanding, but the little boy's was smaller and more innocent. In his
immaturity, the boy didn't fully realize what it was his body was craving, and
inexperienced, his hardened cock was somehow sweetly yearning, eager to learn rather
than teach... and she was responsible for the children's welfare... wasn't she?
Good heavens! To even imagine such a thing! Yet in that split-second of time, when
eternity stood still in the bedroom of her little cottage, the naked woman found herself
wondering just how long Sandy's rigid erection would be. Four to five inches, she
estimated; that sounded about right for a boy of his age. And having been stimulated
more than she'd ever been in her life by Argent's talented tongue, Lorraine couldn't
help thinking that a cock like Sandy's was a cock she might find acceptable. She
intuitively realized in her sweet agony of released passion that here was a male who
wouldn't send her rigid with fear and loathing, and she possibly could be fucked by him
willingly! Oh dear god, how obscene! Depraved! An innocent child fucking a thirty
two-year-old woman! How absolutely indecent!
But even as she chastised herself for entertaining such degenerate ideas, the blonde
widow could almost visualize his adolescent penis standing rigidly erect, jutting out
from his lean and hairless loins without his pants to hold it prisoner...
My heavens! What was happening to her now? She could feel the aching hunger which
the dog had caused in her pussy growing and flaming again despite her most
determined will to resist it. She pressed her wetly naked thighs together in an effort to
overcome this new, unwanted sensation that was inexplicably growing in her belly as
she looked at Sandy Pelham. She knew she must force her hopelessly bewildered charge
to leave this very second before things got worse... but God in heaven! How could they
get any worse than they were already? As if in perverse answer, lewd impulses began
unaccountably tugging at the very core of her being...
"Okay, Sandy," she choked out. "You better go now, right now. Take Argent and feed
him or whatever you have to do. Leave immediately!"
The passionately breathing thirteen-year-old boy hardly seemed to hear her
impassioned orders, stepping closer to where she was crouching on the floor. He
couldn't seem to stop staring with smokey-eyed longing at every ripe curve of his lush
counselor's body huddled only a few feet from him.
"Don't be mad at me, Mrs. Harrison," he groaned despairingly. "I know you are, but if
you tell the directors on me, I'll have to be sent home. My father would kill me! Please
don't tell on me!"
Lorraine moaned, feeling the involuntary sexual hunger inside her frustrated loins
growing and spreading upwards to the very nipples of her breasts, hardening them into
plums of excited nerve-endings, and she prayed that the immature youth would not
sense the inferno of arousal which the cunt-licking by the dog had pervertedly kindled
inside of her.
Jesus, how easy it would be to take advantage of the situation! It didn't take a psychic to
understand that little Sandy was far more upset at having been caught peeking than at
what Argent had been doing to her. And now he was confused and tormented by his
lust for her... a lust he was incapable of understanding or controlling, other than that it
was forcing him to want to see her naked breasts and legs and even... yes, especially her
tender cunt!
All she would have to do was crook a beckoning finger, and the little darling would
come eagerly to her like a little puppy... and then... oh god, I've got dogs on the brain...!
A tremendous surge of wicked lust charged through her loins at the thought of
salaciously seducing this teenaged boy. He was such a sweet child, and it could be the
answer to the end of her celibate existence. No... no... I can't... it's wrong... I have a
responsibility to these children... I was hired as a counsellor not a seductress...! Lorraine
felt herself trembling on the floor, her firm, rounded buttocks rippling as she attempted
a final time to gain control of her rapidly fading morality.
But it was too late... too late! Too late to even feel remorse for the fire of indecent
pleasure that was overcoming the moist softness of her already aroused vagina. There
was still a part of her mind which rebelled at the shameless immorality of her
spontaneous needs, but a much more urgent voice was persuading her that she craved
this lovely child more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. He could be the
answer, the long-sought solution to her badly conditioned childhood and her sexless
marriage with her now dead husband.
Sandy wanted her just as badly, that was all too clear to her. How could she deny
herself or him the forbidden pleasures they could enjoy together? Lord knows, she
couldn't! It was simply too damned late to deny them both!
"I'm not going to tell on you, sweetheart," Lorraine heard herself purr in a throaty voice
she hardly recognized as her own. "Why would I tell on you when I like to have you
here looking at me when I'm naked!"
The blonde widow could feel a light tremor coursing through her thighs, and with a
lewd urge too powerful to control, she stood up and exposed all of her satiny nakedness
to the wide-eyed young boy. She shuddered from her act, knowing it was a definite,
concrete step toward perversion, and could only lead to more temptation... such as to.
reach out and touch his boy-cock! But in spite of her amazement at what she was
doing, the lust-inspired camp counsellor was incapable of stopping herself.
"Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before, Sandy?" she cooed salaciously at him as
she approached. "Haven't you?"
"No... no... not really," Sandy gasped out incredulously. "Only in my brother's
magazines... and once in this book but... not a real one. You're the first one, Mrs.
Harrison. You're the most beautiful lady in the whole world!"
The camp counsellor smiled coyly at him, the obscene flood of her sudden desire rising
higher as she stepped purposely across the floor. Hungrily, she studied his smooth,
teenaged features and marveled how handsome and sweet he was at thirteen, and she
felt the inflamed center of her belly tingling in wickedly lewd response to the sight of
his virilely bulging penis throbbing in his pants.
"Thank you, Sandy," she murmured encouragingly. "What a sweet thing to say. You're
a lovely boy!"
"You mean that, Mrs. Harrison?" Sandy stammered in blushing embarrassment. He
manfully struggled to keep his wide-staring eyes off the curvaceous older woman's
naked pussy and breasts which were so tantalizingly close to him now... but even her
warmly sympathetic face smiling down at him was enough to send his hard little cock
jumping in his trousers. Oh shit! His prick wouldn't go limp in a million years!
"Of course, I mean it, Sandy." For the very first time in her life, Lorraine was taking
control of a sexual situation, a fact she found staggering after all these years of passively
avoiding things and resorting to finger-fucking herself for relief. What did it matter if it
were only a thirteen-year-old boy and she was thirty-two years old? It didn't nothing
mattered except the longing to finally be fulfilled!
"You're one of the nicest boys at Camp Merrywether," she went on, her voice sultry
with her long-denied passions. "I thought so from the first week... but I couldn't tell
you... until now!"
Shit! What was this new camp counsellor trying to do to him? The boy tried to say
something to her, but his throat felt as if it were made of sandpaper, and all he could do
was quiver with wildly throbbing sensations he had never felt before in his life. She was
so close now he could smell her warm breath and clean fresh skin... Oh! Mrs. Harrison
was reaching out with her hand now! If she touched him, he'd melt right into the floor,
he knew he would!


Chapter 5

"Let me hold you," she whispered emotionally, and the young camp counsellor pulled
the innocently unresisting boy close against the billowy softness of her breasts, crushing
him impulsively to her nakedness. Lorraine Harrison tried to tell herself that what she
was allowing herself to do was sinful and wicked... but, her newly unleashed senses had
reached that aroused, lust-filled state where nothing could have stopped her from
continuing the compulsive seduction of the thirteen-year-old boy.
Gently, she smoothed one hand down over his back, feeling his quivering flesh beneath
his shirt with slowly circling fingertips. Jesus! It was too delicious to resist! Her other
hand slowly eased around to the front of his pants and softly caressed the swollen
outline of his straining young penis, and she could feel the child tremble and gasp
against her breasts. A searing flame of desire raced hotly through her belly and loins
while she tauntingly traced along his virile cock, delicately squeezing the hardened shaft
between her thumb and forefinger. Guiltily, she considered what she was inciting this
vulnerable boy to commit, and the prurient sight it would be if someone else could see
her now, clutching Sandy to her nude body while she fondled his slender penis. Yet the
momentary shame she felt only seemed to arouse her more!
Sandy felt as if he were going crazy! None of the other kids would ever believe this!
The boy could feel the wetness from his fresh seminal fluid seeping from the slit at the
blood-swollen tip of his cock. It smeared against his lower belly until he was certain she
could feel it soaking through his trousers, but the older woman never paused,
continuing to massage his painful erection with an exploratory gentleness which made
his mind reel with sensations!
His penis was jerking now as if he would cum at the slightest extra pressure, his semen
building up deep in his tight, round testicles and threatening to explode like a volcano.
He groaned into the comforting warmth of Mrs. Harrison's lush, velvety breasts, feeling
their fleshy texture against his parted lips, and for an instant he was filled with the lewd
desire to kiss them. But he restrained himself, afraid in his boyish ignorance that the
camp counsellor would turn against him for being so daringly forward.
Lorraine crooned joyously as she felt his beardless cheeks rubbing along her aching,
quivering breasts. Even though she knew she may chastise herself later for the sordid
instruction she was giving the boy, she was spurred on by the insistent need to find out
if this youngster was the key to unlock her own passions. She panted uncontrollably
with yearning, anticipating the unnatural pleasures they could enjoy together. "Sandy?
Would you like to make love to me?"
"Uh..."
"Fuck me, Sandy... do you want to?"
She said fuck! This new camp counsellor who was old enough to be his mother said
fuck! Sandy Pelham gasped at the lewdness the young widow was mouthing, her
obscenity causing crazy prickling sensations to stab his belly and loins. It had to be a
dream! He'd wake up any moment and find this was only a dream, and he was in his
own bed with a hard-on! He managed to blurt out an answer: "You mean it, Mrs.
Harrison? You really want me to...?"
"More than anything, you sweet child! But you have to tell me you want to!"
"Oh yes, Jesus! Wow! I really want to... I want to fuck you, Mrs. Harrison!"
"Oh wonderful! I want you to fuck me with your nice hard cock!" she groaned down
against his head as she tenderly stroked his penis. Slowly, she moved him away from
her so that her other hand could begin unbuttoning his shirt. "We'll have to get your
clothes off... won't we? We want you to be all naked... just like me!"
Impelling sensations of salaciousness rippled through the mature woman's loins while
Sandy stood subserviently before her, allowing her to undress his slim, developing body.
She removed his shirt and pulled his undershirt up and over his head, and then lowered
herself to her knees and unbuckled his belt. Savoring every breathless moment,
Lorraine tugged both his pants and underwear down over his slender hips and lean
buttocks, her lust-filmed eyes feasting on his arched, rigid cock as it jutted out from his
almost hairless pelvis, and his virile scrotum taut between his trembling young thighs.
Her eager fingers closed around the throbbing, blood-filled shaft of hardness, her
mouth widening in a smile of delight at the sight and feel of the released, jerking boy's
penis.
"Oh Sandy... it's so lovely!" she gasped tenderly. And to the boy's astonishment, she
began to work her tenderly grasping hand up and down over the firm outer skin,
manipulating it back and forth in wondrous desire. "Your prick is just the way I'd
wished it to be... you sweet child!"
Lorraine was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Yes... here was a penis she didn't have
to fear. It was just the perfect size and length for her. And it was hot and hard inside
her rapidly pumping fingers, ridged along the white shaft from the wide base upward,
then more spongy and soft-appearing at its blunt, crimson head.
Excitedly, the camp counsellor drew the uncircumcised foreskin downward behind the
coronal rim, feasting her eyes on its entire exposed tip while Sandy's young body
trembled from her touch. With her other hand, Lorraine slid his clothes down over the
rest of his legs, removing them and his shoes while she continued her slow, rhythmic
beating of his penis. This was how little boys masturbated until they came, she thought
lewdly. Well, he wouldn't have to use his own hand again, and neither would she have
to finger-fuck herself!
The young boy stared down with disbelieving eyes, having given up trying to
understand what was happening to him. He watched her stroking his hardened cock,
whimpering and squirming above her, truly shocked by what the beautiful older woman
was doing to him.
"Oh... Mrs. Harrison... I'm going to cum if you keep pumping me like that!"
"Not yet, my pet! Not just yet! There's a lot more we can do before you cum!" Lorraine
breathed hotly against his youthfully stirring chest. "Let's get up on the bed where we'll
be more comfortable, shall we?"
God! What if he woke up from this insane dream. Maybe he shouldn't get onto the bed
with the older woman... maybe he shouldn't but he was going to! He nodded his head
with boyish enthusiasm, and Lorraine laughed warmly, straightening up to take his
hand and draw him the few feet to the bed. Jesus! He knew he'd never be the same
after today, but he didn't care! He didn't care about anything except the fun she was
promising him!
"Crawl up, baby," Lorraine crooned with wanton anticipation. He eagerly obeyed, lying
on his back with his hard, virile penis sticking high and proud in the air while she
lewdly stretched out beside him in naked display. Then she began to smooth her hands
tantalizingly down over his immature chest and into all of the secret hollows and
crevices of his boyish body. Her lushly glistening lips fastened wetly over his, her tiny
moist tongue darting between his teeth to explore his warm, most moist mouth.
The camp counselor's blue eyes were smokily glazed from the obscene demands
running rampant through her flesh and the awareness that Sandy Pelham was nearly
frantic with his own budding sexuality only fanned the flames of her maddened
passions higher. Slowly, she raised to her knees beside him, her thrusting breasts
swaying sensuously as she rolled one leg over to straddle his firm, young thighs. With a
provocative, circling motion, she spread her hips wider and gradually lowered her hair
fringed cuntal slit until it was brushing against the very tip of his erection. She
undulated back and forth, feeling her pubic hair graze lightly against his fleshy
hardness, taunting his bulbous penis-head with the fleshy pink lips of her sensitive
cunt.
"Oh... you little darling! I'm going to make you the happiest boy at Camp
Merrywether!" she moaned in a throaty sensuous voice. "I'm going to do all the
wonderful things to you that I've never let myself enjoy before! Would you like to
experience that, Sandy?"
"Yes... oh yes!" Sandy heard himself croak. He was having difficulty with his breathing
now, and he choked out a gasp as he raised to his elbows and watched the slowly
rotating crevice between her legs teasing his upthrust penis. Shit...! He hoped to god
she'd never stop until it was all the way up inside her cunt!
"Oooooohhh... Mrs. Harrison... yessssss!" he blurted in delight, the sight of her full,
milky breasts swaying as she moved her cunt along his cock in a slow grinding motion
adding to his excitement.
"You sweet, sweet boy!" Lorraine breathed hotly. She ran her fingers through his curly
soft hair, leaning forward on the bed until her thrusting breasts were even with his face.
Then, drawing his mouth closer to one distended pink nipple, she ordered corruptly:
"Suck it, child! Take my tit in your mouth and suck it!"
Insane and lascivious sensations raced through the mature woman's belly as she
watched his lips part timidly when her tingling nipple brushed against them. And then
with lewd delight, she pressed her breasts fully down into his warm, open mouth.
"Oh yes... like that... suck it!" she gasped as she felt his sucking lips ovalling around her
resilient flesh. "Now lick my nipple with your tongue! Squeeze my tits with your
hands... that's right... do it to me... you sweet, darling little boy!"
Giddy with her unbridled passions, Lorraine continued to kneel over the boy and
slowly grind her moist cuntal lips around the end of his penis in wanton teasing. She
was not quite able yet to bring herself to pressure down and envelop all of his hardened
shaft in a final penetration of her sensitive vaginal walls. There would be time enough
for that... all the time in the world... first there were so many new and different
experiences for them to explore!
The camp counsellor splayed her trembling legs wider apart so his grazing cockhead
could slide along the entire length of her fleshy pussy slit, feeling the swollen knob of
his rigid, boyish penis enchantingly massage the erect bud of her clitoris. She could also
feel the toes of one bare foot curling with her explosive arousal on the bedspread, while
the other foot was over the side and brushing against the thick, soft fur of the German
shepherd.
The young widow realized in dazed, subconscious anguish that the hedonistic dog was
eagerly watching the young boy sucking her breast while she undulated her naked loins
around his cock with wantonness and craving. But somehow the forbidden pleasure of
being viewed by the huge animal only incited her debauching lusts more!
"Oh Sandy, baby," she moaned delightedly down at the boy. "Do it... oh yes... bite my
tit, you sweet boy!"
There was no escape for her now, and her affection for the teenager increased with
every second he suckled her breasts. Oh Lord, at last she wanted a man, this man!
Ohhh, how she wanted him! She was finished fighting a battle with herself that she'd
desperately wanted to lose for years!
Sandy was beyond thinking clearly. The feel of her hard protruding nipple in his mouth
while he sucked and nibbled at it with growing skill... the touch of his fingers squeezing
and kneading her doughy breasts... the sensation in his stiff, aching cock as she softly
tantalized its blunt tip with her hair-rimmed cuntal valley... Jesus! Was it really all true?
Was he actually sucking Mrs. Harrison's tit while she played with his prick? Oh man,
this was heaven!
"You like that, don't you, angel?" Lorraine whispered lustfully down at him. "You like
sucking my tits while I play with your cock!" She watched his boyish lips tighten in
affirmative response while his tongue stabbed and taunted her nipple. "But angel... this
is just the beginning... only the barest beginning!"
She was moving away from him then, pulling her breasts from out of his mouth and
letting her pussy-slit slide away from his quivering penis.
Noooooo... he didn't want the older woman to stop now... not for anything!
Her breasts dancing beneath her heavily breathing chest, Lorraine slowly backed along
his body, trailing her long blonde hair in tickling caresses across his naked young flesh.
She began kissing his neck and shoulders, sliding lower to nibble his seed-like aureoles
until he groaned and quivered on the bed. Then she played her moistly sliding tongue
down further to lave his belly and wash his tender navel, her passion-hungry eyes
greedily absorbing the sight of his slender, rigid penis as it throbbed upright between
his strong, lean thighs. She reached for it with almost a desperation, feeling the boy
lurch convulsively as she once again squeezed her fingers along its pulsing shaft. She
smiled up at Sandy with ill-concealed desire, squirming still lower on the bed until all of
his lean, hairless loins were in lust-arousing view.
"Ooohhh, Mrs. Harrison!" the thirteen-year-old groaned, automatically thrusting his
buttocks up off the spread as she fondled his cock. "Ohhhhhh... I love you touching my
cock!" he groaned and with spontaneous excitement, he drew his legs up and folded
them back so that even his tiny puckered anus was visible to the camp counsellor now.
"Don't stop... please don't stop...!"
"Oh, you little darling," Lorraine moaned passionately, and uncontrollably, as she
lowered her head to kiss him on the inside of his upper thigh. Her own lewd boldness
shocked her, even as she planted her warm, wet lips on his fresh skin. Lorraine had
never considered that a male's private parts were especially aesthetic; the act of kissing
around his genitals had seemed another one of those wicked perversions she'd angrily
denied her husband. But studying Sandy's pink, muscular anal opening and the tight,
round sac of his testicles and the thin, sperm-filled ridge running up the underside of
his stiffened young cock, Lorraine now considered the sight undeniably beautiful and
desirable. Oh this sweet innocent little boy! His skin was as smooth as a baby's from
the crease of his buttocks to the very tip of his pulsating member! The little boy looked
good enough to eat!
Eat! No... she couldn't have meant that! She couldn't have sunk so low as to want to eat
him!
But somehow this youngster's penis didn't repel her as the hairy crotch of a full-grown
man would, and her own naked pelvis was still moist and tingling from the pleasures of
Argent's animal tongue. Anything that made a person feel that good could not be the
degrading act the people at the orphanage had told her it was!
She recalled how Arthur used to try to force her head down between his legs, and how
she screamed and gagged, afraid she would throw up from the mere thought. But now...
this moment she understood exactly the licentious emotions he'd been attempting to
create in her! She understood something now that she could not explain to her
husband. You had to want to do those things. Forcing someone to do that act would
not work. But she wanted it now... there was no coercion on this child's part... she
wanted to taste his cock!
The mature woman began slowly, tentatively licking out with her tongue... just as
hesitant as Sandy had been when first he had sucked her breasts. With her hand still
grasping his nakedly thrusting penis, she licked her tongue in a lewd, wet line up along
his inner thighs. She could feel the little boy twist slightly from the wild new sensations,
and she remembered again the delicious stimulation when the watchdog had licked her
open pussy slit with its long tongue.
Lorraine worked gradually higher, leaning forward until her mouth was a bare inch
away from the firmly rounded cockhead. Then she parted her lips and blew against it,
allowing her hot breath to flow over the pulsating tip in a teasing caress.
"Mrs. Harrison... Jesus...!" she heard Sandy whine delightedly, and his pleading tone
urged her on. Her tongue flicked out, coming into warm, wet contact with the blood
hardened crown of his adolescent flesh. It circled around and around the smooth flesh
as the boy groaned and jerked beneath her from the erotic feelings she was giving him.
The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening at the end and darted
wetly, maddeningly into it. It was already moist from the small droplets of premature
cum seeping through from his rising excitement. The pungent taste and smell caused
the older woman to salivate and her nostrils to flare with lustful anticipation of the
obscene perversion she was about to commit. She dipped one hand to the base of his
slender erection to gently cup his soft, round testicles, while her other hand pulled at
the loose foreskin until the tender pink head throbbed alone and exposed against the
sensuous softness of her lips.
Then, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of his boyish shaft to
its base, Lorraine planted warm, moist kisses all along it, working wetly back up again
to the blunt, rubbery hard head. Finally, with a soft moan of surrender to her forbidden
hunger, she slipped her ovalling lips over and enveloped all of the lust-swollen young
cock.
Sandy's boyish face flushed a deep pink, and he choked out a gasping cry of pleasure as
he watched the voluptuously kneeling camp counsellor swallow his penis in her mouth.
He could feel her tongue swirling wildly around his tingling cockhead, sending
unbelievable charges of lewd excitement rippling through his belly. He couldn't
understand how or why this was happening to him, but damned if he was going to
fight it! Even if this turned out to be another wet dream, he was going to enjoy every
second of this beautiful older woman hunching between his legs, her big, cushiony
breasts bouncing against his knees as she sucked crazily on his aching cock!
Lorraine began to suck rhythmically up and down now, taking more and more of his
hardened rod into the interior of her buttery-smooth mouth. Her tongue worked with
excruciating swirls, parting the glans eye with the tip, widening it so that more of his
fresh seminal fluid seeped against her taste buds. Sandy Pelham jerked his slender hips
upward, driving his lean shaft deep and hard against the roof of the camp counselor's
soft mouth. He was moaning in excited lust now, staring down at her bobbing, twisting
head, watching her resilient breasts dance and sway along his legs as she drove her
clasping lips up and down his penis. He could see her mouth clinging to the head of his
penis on the upstroke, and could feel the pressure of his impending cum constricting
his testicles painfully.
The mature woman was sucking voraciously now, completely lost in the lewdness she
was performing, and reveling in the delicious taste of the youngster's cock. Lord above,
but it was good! It was wicked and depraved and the most beautiful sensation on earth!
Why had she never wanted to do this. before? This youthful cock was at this moment
the most desired thing in her universe, and she wanted it to cum as she knew it soon
would. She wanted to taste the child's cum and swallow the delectable nectar and have
it swish around inside her belly! She licked and sucked faster and faster, her saliva
growing sticky now from the lubricating emissions flowing from the blunt head of
Sandy's sliding cock.
Instead of the nausea she'd always imagined she'd feel, Lorraine's brain was savoring
the electric sensations of her mouth around the boy's penis. She balanced herself on
one hand and brought the other up to the base of the small child's testicles, crooning a
little now as she sucked rhythmically, hearing young Sandy's answering moans of lust.
The lovely young widow was responding from instinct alone now, her soul stripped as
naked as her body was. She felt herself the most happy of people to have this
youngster's cock in her mouth while the ecstasy rose and billowed in her cunt, her
unsated passions growing until she could scarcely breath.
Dear god, if there was only some way to quench her lust! Lorraine felt beside herself
with excitement, the climax the dog had almost tongued her to being such a short while
ago, and yet seeming to have happened in another decade. She reached her other hand
down between her breasts to manipulate avidly the widespread slit between her
upthrust thighs. She dug into herself greedily, fingering her own cunt in her effort to
reach that impossible end which had escaped her.
Her pumping face turned crimson over Sandy's turgid cock, and she continued to moan
around his pulsating shaft as her fingers drove deeper into her smooth, sex-slickened
crevice. But it wasn't enough! She wanted a big hard cock fucking into her cunt... but
how could she while she was sucking the boyish cock in her mouth. Christ! She was
half-mad with desire!
Suddenly, Lorraine felt the bed give and the strange presence of another weight climb
on it, but she didn't care who or what was joining her and Sandy. She was too far gone
in her reverie of unleashed passions to think of anything but fulfillment now. She was
in another dimension now, no longer human, only interested in somehow satiating the
seething cauldron which her vaginal passage had become.
With a start, she felt an odd clasping around her naked waist and a slippery yet hard,
rubbery spike rub along her quivering legs. Again and again the unknown shaft danced
near her wide-splayed cunt, never quite making it in. Again and again it floundered as
she spread her legs wider on the bed and raised her undulating hips higher in an effort
to facilitate the entry.
My god, shove it in! Stick it in my cunt! Why am I being tortured like this? My Cunt is
on fire and has to be filled!
"Jesus Christ! It's Argent!" Sandy gasped out, but if Lorraine heard the boy's horrified
cry, it never registered on her sex-crazed brain. She didn't even seem to notice as the
boy shivered in momentary stillness while he watched the huge dog's incredible
ramming attack on the delirious camp counsellor.
The youngster could see the watchdog holding her to his belly as if she were a bitch in
heat, and he saw its glistening, scarlet penis hard and free of the hairy covering between
its back legs, the tapered point pumping against her crevice in its endeavor to bury itself
in the obviously squirming cunt. The teenager stared transfixed while the prodding tip
missed time after time, and he heard Mrs. Harrison mewling around his own penis as
the invading bestial cock jabbed against her sensitive clitoris. The hot scalding flesh of
the German shepherd's thrusting member contracted lewdly with the fevered pink skin
of her passion-inflamed cunt, and Sandy held his breath, wondering if Argent would
ever manage to mount the older woman.
Then, to his startled eyes, he saw the beautiful blonde woman shift her quaking, round
buttocks in an effort to capture the lengthening penis and lead it to her voraciously
grasping vagina, spreading her thighs wider still as the animal's still unsheltered
erection rubbed tantalizingly around her cuntal slit.
In obvious desperation and frustration, Lorraine used the hand with which she'd been
masturbating. She reached back and took hold of the slippery shaft of canine flesh
guiding it eagerly to the entrance of her throbbing, wet cunt, arching her buttocks so
that there would be no further trouble in being speared by the cock she had to have.
Sandy gurgled in shocked delight, as he saw the monstrous dog hump forward then and
bury the full length of its cock into the naked woman's hungrily accepting pussy until
his bloated dog's testicles were covered with her wetly matted pubic hair.
It was when she grasped the German shepherd's hardened penis that Lorraine finally
became aware of what was fucking into her. But by then it was too late; Argent had
jerked forward and she felt the thick, warm shaft soar deep up inside her cunt like a
flint-tipped arrow. In that split second there came the fleeting picture to her mind of
the furry case that she had felt with her fingers and the hairy abdomen and long,
muscular shanks, and then the true nature of the penis she'd sought so avidly came to
her with a crushing impact.
"Oh god! It's the dog again! It's Argent! I'm letting a German shepherd fuck me!"
The naked young widow choked on the cock sliding wetly in and out of her mouth, her
original scream of horror changing to only a small wail of anguish. Argent's cock is
inside me, getting bigger and bigger! It's like two of Arthur's, like a pneumatic drill! But
I'm taking it all... I'm taking all of the dog's cock... and it feels... it feels... wonderful!
A low mewl of lustful desire escaped her, and she moaned in muffled anguish around
the young boy's penis she was orally fucking while she thought of the mammoth brute
expanding his animal cock inside of her cunt. But there was nothing she could do, she
couldn't stop it... she couldn't even hope to stop herself from the rising tide of her
immoral sensations. Argent was a brutal, rapacious machine, and he was fabulous!
Wildly, she returned to licking and sucking the youthful erection skewering between
her tightly clasping lips, grinding her pussy back like a plundering abyss against the
furiously rutting dog.
The German shepherd behind her was hammering with pile-driving thrusts that were
reaching her very womb, the burgeoning cock swelling to fill all of her milking cunt. It
was a miracle, dispatching the maddening demons which had been driving her crazy
with desire, and she tongued shamelessly at the delectable boy-cock in her mouth,
wanting madly to be fucked by this hairy monster behind her if it would only make her
cum. She thrust her naked loins against Argent as if she were another savage beast, and
she felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between her buttocks, the
mounting pressure in her belly and vagina signalling that the dog was raising her
excitement to the point of the orgasm she hopelessly craved...
Suddenly Sandy Pelham shrieked in a high-pitched boyish wail... "I'm going to cum,
Mrs. Harrison!... I'm... I'm... aaahhh... cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
In her quest for her own climax, Lorraine sucked as never before, while the boy's
pummeling cock fused with her mouth until his testicles bounced off her chin. Then, as
his climax rolled out from his scrotum like a bursting dam, young Sandy lurched
upwards off the bed, arching his lean buttocks to drive the last remaining inch of his
penis deep into the camp counselor's throat. The end of his stiffened erection spewed
hot, thin jets of sperm directly into her ovalled cavern, the creamy seed streaming from
his cock like milk from a cow's udder, overflowing her eagerly waiting mouth. Lorraine
swallowed desperately, afraid of losing a single droplet of the lust-inciting liquid, her
throat working rapidly in its attempt to keep up with the wild ejaculation.
The gushing torrent of adolescent semen was a billowing wave of ambrosia to the older
woman, and she buffeted back on Argent's brutish shaft, gulping her first taste of male
cum as her vaginal muscles milked the dog's superbly expanding cock like a slippery
glove. She spluttered through her mouthful of cum: "Fuck me! Fuck me, you huge
beast! Fuck me with your big doggy cock!"
Good god, he'd tongued her almost into cumming before, and now this...! The camp
counsellor was rapidly approaching that elusive orgasm again, and her wildly aroused
body was becoming more animal than Argent's!
The luscious blonde spread her thighs wider apart, her toes curling into the soles of her
feet with the rocking to and fro to spur the dog on with his wonderfully pistoning cock.
Oh... ohhh... she was so close to climax, and with this in her it wouldn't take long!
With the thick, expanding animal penis digging into her gripping cunt, the cords on
her neck suddenly tightened in an unmistakable sigh.
"Me too...!" she cried out, raising her head to let Sandy's deflated penis slip from her
glistening mouth. "I'm cumming... cummmiiinnnggg!"
Her hands darted back to clutch her driving buttocks, pulling them farther apart so that
the dog could hump into her with maniacal frenzy. Her vaginal juices flowed wetly out
around the German shepherd's still-pounding hardness, flowing down the crevice of her
vagina and flooding over his bouncing testicles as they rubbed rhythmically against her
sensitive cuntal lips.
Hunched above the writhing woman's back, Argent salivated over her naked flesh,
digging his forepaws tightly around her waist. The dog fucked into her as she continued
to groan out her long-awaited climax, and then suddenly he stiffened, lifting his head to
give a great snarling howl.
Lorraine could feel the hot waves of his bestial seed suddenly shooting deep up inside
her dilating womb, mixing lasciviously with her own secretions in a depraved pool of
sensuality. Her head whirled as the hot, powerful squirts of dog-cum filled her to the
bursting point with its sticky hotness. The searing walls of her vagina clasped and
unclasped desperately, sucking at the jerking organ as her mouth had sucked on
Sandy's young penis.
The child was still beneath her, transfixed in awe when the naked camp counsellor
began contracting her buttocks in uncontrollable ecstasy, squawling with delight from
the eruption of her orgasm. The thick animal sperm from the watchdog oozed from
around the lips of her ravaged pussy and trickled down the upraised columns of her
legs, when she suddenly pitched forward over the boy in final satiation.
The German shepherd's quickly deflating cock slipped from her satisfied cunt with a
lewd sucking sound which echoed obscenely through the stunned silence of the small
cottage. The dog calmly sat on its haunches and licked its dangling scarlet cock clean,
then lowered his head and lapped up the remaining cum fluids which covered
Lorraine's vaginal crevice. He pistoned his tongue greedily into her soaked pubic hair
and pink pussy flesh while she moaned and quivered on top of the boy, her legs still
splayed wide apart. When there was only the gleaming trail of his saliva along her inner
thighs and buttocks, the huge dog bounded off the bed and wandered from the room.
In a few moments there came distinctive slobbering noise as he drank some water from
the bowl the young widow had put out for him.
But while Argent might act blase about his tumultuous fucking of her, Lorraine
Harrison could not accept it quite so blandly. The tremendous passions which had
overwhelmed her only moments before were receding in the aftermath, her mind
returning to some semblance of sanity. Shamefully, she glanced down at the obscene
portrait she and little Sandy Pelham made together... her, old enough to be his mother,
lying with her arms and legs wide apart while her naked body pressed down against his.
A wave of guilt poured through her, along with the temporarily forgotten pangs of
horror and dread. She began to feel a deep despair, a mental anguish born of the
realization of what she'd instigated this day, and the resolve that it must never happen
again... and then the wretched terror that perhaps it was too late already...
Maybe in her seduction of young Sandy and her succumbing to Argent, she had sown
the seeds of her own destruction. As in the case of Melissa Stacey, one single word
could ruin her, and this time it would be all too true. Should Sandy ever brag to his
friends or confess to the directors of the camp what the three of them had performed
here today, she would be immediately fired from Camp Merrywether and maybe would
have to go to court for corrupting the morals of a minor!
She felt the youngster's body stirring beneath her now, and she rolled over to lie on her
back beside him, uncaring any longer that her legs were limply apart, the glistening,
flattened plane of her dog-fucked cunt presented to his scrutiny.
Sandy swiveled around and crawled up to sit on his knees, a thin trail of his fresh
sperm dribbling from the end of his boyish penis. His mature lover lay unmoving with
her eyes clenched tightly shut, and inwardly she cringed when he said with a contented
sigh: "Wow, that was really far out!"
Lorraine placed an arm over her eyes, blotting out the lewd sight of her teenaged lover's
naked body beside her. God in heaven, how could she admit it wasn't "far out"? How
could she deny it after the way she'd trapped him and then responded to that crazed
German shepherd? But she had to deny it! To admit how much fun this had been
would only encourage the child to want her again, and she knew deep in her soul that
if he insisted, she wouldn't have the will power to resist.
"Oh, Mrs. Harrison... I can't wait to do it again," the boy blurted out excitedly. "When
can we...?"
"Sandy... I think you'd better get your clothes on and leave... it's almost lunchtime," she
told him in a deliberately cool voice. "Come on now... get dressed and get over to the
mess hall... I think you'd better forget that this ever happened...!"
"But... Mrs. Harrison... I thought you liked me? You said I was sweet and you liked
me...!" His vulnerable adolescent ego, already on the defensive because of his mere
thirteen years and the fact that this had been his first sexual experience, wilted under
the humiliation of being rejected. "But... but... you said you even wanted to fuck... to
fuck me...!"
Lorraine shivered from his mention of the obscene encounter she'd so casually
mentioned only a short time before. She could sense the anguish in the innocent boy's
tone, and she felt truly sorry for him, but there was no other way. She had come to the
camp to try and make a new life for herself. She couldn't allow herself to be swept into
a tide of sexual excess. Especially, damaging was the fact that she had taken this
innocent thirteen-year-old boy and tried to corrupt him. It was horrifying to consider.
But, perhaps, as long as she kept it to just this once, there was a chance that in time
he'd forget it ever took place. She would most definitely try to seal it away in a dark
recess of her mind, where, she hoped it would eventually expire. Time was a great
healer, and possibly a day would come when there would be only a minor scar to
remind them both of this horrifying incident. To do it again no matter how pleasurable
would only confirm and compound the sin, forever and leave Lorraine racked with
guilt.
"I'm sorry, Sandy... there won't be a next time. Today... just happened... I don't quite
know how... I never want you to mention it to any of the other children at Camp
Merrywether... I shall just deny it happened that's all... It was just a mistake... a horrible
mistake... do you understand?"
"I understand... you don't like me either..." he murmured, "you don't want me any
more than the other kids." Blinking back tears of humiliation and disgrace, her
thirteen-year-old protegee slowly got off the bed and, scooped up his clothes from the
floor. Slowly, he put them on, dejectedly looking at the beautiful camp counsellor as she
lay in wanton repose on her bed.
As he studied her long lithe legs and rounded breasts and the warm, soft triangle of
pubic curls where he'd wanted to dip his cock, a thick lump formed in his throat. He'd
lost his chance to a dog! Now he'd never have another opportunity! Mrs. Harrison was
all finished with him, and he felt so ashamed he wished the ground would open up and
swallow him. He thought about calling his mother and asking if he could go home for
the summer. Anything was preferable to having to face Mrs. Harrison when she didn't
want him anymore. She thought he was a little creep just like the other bigger kids!
"Bye, Mrs. Harrison," he finally said in his flat, little boy's voice. "I guess I'll see you
around camp..."
"Fine, Sandy... that's a good boy... remember... this is our secret... now take that dog
with you and get the hell out of here... I'd like to take a nap before lunch!"
"Yes, ma'am." The small boy stumbled out of the room, hardly pausing to grab Argent
by the leather collar and drag him along. He slammed the side door behind him, and
together the boy and the dog started the lonely walk to the mess hall.
Stiff-legged and slightly sore, Sandy moped along, racking his young brain to try and
figure out why Mrs. Harrison had suddenly rejected him and Argent. It was really
weird! She seemed to be having a great time for a while! It was too bad that he wasn't
more experienced then he'd know what he'd done to fuck up his chances with the
beautiful older lady. He couldn't imagine what he'd done but he guessed he wasn't
ready to be a big man like he thought he was. Maybe that was it. His cock was too
small! Probably a fabulous looking woman like Mrs. Harrison was used to guys with
giant cocks. That must have been why she fucked Argent with him. God, how
embarrassing... a woman had chosen a dog to fuck her rather than him! How will I ever
be able to face her again?
Lorraine felt an overwhelming obsessive desire to cleanse her body of the traces of the
lewd debauch with the child and the camp watchdog. After the youngster had left, she
summoned the strength after a few moments of thinking about it to crawl from her bed
of shame and stagger to the bathroom, where she mercilessly scrubbed her soiled and
betraying flesh in the shower, gritting her teeth as she stood under a scalding cascade of
hot water.
The magnificently built blonde took careful pains to wash off all of the animal sperm
from around her cuntal slit, some of Argent's cum draining out of her vagina when
she'd stood up straight, and after she'd finished her shower and dried herself, she
brushed her teeth and gargled with mouthwash. But nothing could wash away and
purify her defiled body. What could have come over her? And with a thirteen-year-old
boy? It was the worst thing she'd ever done in her life.
She walked over to the dresser and checked the clock. It wasn't quite lunch time. She
could grab an hour's sleep. Maybe she could dream away this nightmare encounter. She
slowly succumbed to the after effects of her ordeal and eventually she drifted into a
restless dumber waking up with a start when she heard the lunch bell clanging across
Camp Merrywether...
How will I ever face the kids, she worried, desperately pulling on her camp sweatshirt
and a pair of jeans...


Chapter 6

Begging off the campfire singsong that night, little Sandy Pelham had gone back to his
cabin. Thank god, Carl Barber his cabin mate wasn't there. He was probably off with
one of the other girls, one of the looser girls, in the woods. Sandy was grateful because
he was absolutely exhausted and so depressed that it would have been impossible for
him to tolerate the taunts and insults of the slightly older boy.
The small boy quickly undressed and got into his cot. He lay in his bed and tried to
reconstruct the events of the day. A day that he would never forget as long as he lived...
the day he lost his virginity! He tried to recall every detail... how he had been looking
for Argent when he had run into Melissa... then how he had walked in on the camp
counsellor who was in the process of having her cunt sucked by the big German
shepherd... and then most incredibly of all... when Mrs. Harrison had invited him to
join her in bed... how the beautiful lady had sucked his cock... and then while she was
sucking him off watching the big watchdog fuck her at the same time! But then the
awful part... when she had told him to leave her cottage... treated him just like a kid and
told him not to tell anyone... told him to forget it! My god, he would never forget it!
Never! As long as he lived!
It was quite likely though that he would never tell anyone what had happened over
there. Who'd believe him anyway? Besides it was too humiliating to admit that Mrs.
Harrison had dismissed him. That would start everything all over again with the kids.
Besides, with the insight of a bright youngster, he realized that if he admitted he knew
about the things Argent could do to women, it might cause a real riot at the camp. But
Jesus... it had been the most exciting thing he'd ever seen, watching that beautiful
blonde lady, Mrs. Harrison, getting licked and fucked by the German shepherd.
The boy got out of bed to get a drink of water. He undid the drawstring of his pajamas
and unfastened the top part, and for a moment he stood naked in the cabin, looking
down at himself. Once again he remembered with scarlet embarrassment how he'd been
nude in Mrs. Harrison's cottage like this, and how her fingers had stroked his penis
into bursting hardness. Only he hadn't been enough for her, that was for sure! He
found his eyes lingering on his now flaccid penis and the taut, round scrotum hugging
his inner thighs. His slender cock jerked in responsiveness, tingling with blood and
beginning to rise.
Feeling guilty, the teenager averted his eyes, quickly dressing in clean underwear, a thin
blue sweater, and tight corduroy pants. He was going to go out for a walk. He didn't
want to be in the cabin by himself any more.
Oh no! he groaned aloud, his heart sinking into his belly. Carl was back! Oh shit! He's
going to start on me again. I can just tell!
Carl Barber was only a-year-older than Sandy but he looked like a man already. He was
wearing standard camp gear, tennis shoes and a pair of faded jeans and a skin tight 
Tshirt which showed off his muscular chest. He was just the kind of boy Sandy wished
himself to be, with a well-developed chest and arms, and thick, black hair, his parents
let him wear to his shoulders. His' face was hard already although he was only fourteen
and he had thin lips. When he was mad, all he had to do was look at you, and you
knew he was not the kind of kid to mess with. He played all the sports at the camp
better than any of the other kids. He got all the girls he wanted and some he didn't and
many times Sandy had heard him bragging about fucking this girl or that one behind
the game field or down by the river after lights went out. Once Carl had shown Sandy a
used condom with its top tied in a knot to keep the cum in it, and told him that he
used it on one of the eleven-year-old, first year girls at the camp. Carl sneaked out at
night with Melissa Stacey a lot, but that was nothing special to boast about since she
had fucked nearly every guy at Camp Merrywether except for Sandy.
"Hey, babyface, where do you think you're going? Got a hot date?" Carl said
sarcastically, a broad sneer on his face.
"Ah, knock it off," Sandy muttered.
"Maybe you're going over to see that Mrs. Harrison again?"
"What do you mean, again," Sandy asked panicky, his face turning a bright crimson.
"Oh, don't get your balls in an uproar... I saw you coming out of her cottage with
Argent before lunch, that's all... what are you acting so guilty about... did you fuck her
or something?" he roared with laughter at the unlikely prospect. "Fat chance that
gorgeous blonde would let you stick her with that little pencil stub of yours!"
Sandy felt his face livid with burning embarrassment, and he gritted his teeth together
to keep from blurting out the truth. Even if he hadn't actually fucked Mrs. Harrison, it
was still a wild story to tell, and just one time, just once! He'd like to have something
big enough to shut up that stupid bastard, Carl!
"Hey, cutie... you're blushing! Don't tell me you're in love with our new counsellor!"
Carl snickered and with a glint in his eye, he nudged his young roommate in the ribs.
"Well, there's not too much chance she's going to want you... you little creep... she's
probably got a whole stable of studs! Anyway, I don't know if she's got a microscope to
find that cock of yours..." theatrically he scratched his head... "though the rhythmic
strokings as Sandy began to fuck in and out of her dilating cunt.
Sweet Lord, fucking had never felt this good before! It was even better than it had been
with Argent, and never, ever had Arthur come close to making her feel this wild! She
didn't know why and she no longer cared. She only knew that the slim, driving penis of
this beautiful child was everything she'd hoped it would be when first she'd seduced
him this morning! It was beginning to become a part of her! He had crawled with his
eager enthusiasm right up inside of her! Sandy was driving her insane with lust, and
she never wanted him to stop!
Beside them, Carl chuckled with meaningful lewdness.
"Way to go... keep on fuckin!"
"Shit... oooohhhhhh... Christ!" Little Sandy Pelham was panting as he ceaselessly
rammed his blood-engorged cock deep into the welcoming cunt of the new camp
counsellor. He was really doing it at last. He was fucking into a woman... into Mrs.
Harrison... and Christ was it fabulous!
The boy quickened his thrusts, needing no urging; delighting as it brought more low
moans from the all those fuck magazines under the blankets and your prick's gone to
your brain!"
"Listen, I'm not shitting you!" Sandy was red all over his face and down his neck now,
his words tumbling out before he had a chance to consider what he was saying. "I went
over to her cottage this morning. It's my week to look after Argent and Melissa told me
she saw him over at Mrs. Harrison's. When I went over there and knocked on the door
no one answered so I just walked in... and... and... Mrs. Harrison was naked on the
floor, bending over with her ass in the air and Argent was licking her cunt!"
"Argent? The German shepherd? That big hairy bastard was licking Mrs. Harrison's
snatch?" Carl frowned, bewildered as he caught his young cabin mate's intensity and
earnestness. "You must be putting me on... aren't you?"
"I swear!" Sandy said excitedly, and seeing he'd finally gotten Carl's attention and
respect he rushed on with his true obscene story. "I watched for a little while, and then
she spotted me and got all embarrassed. But she didn't stay embarrassed. She got up
and walked over to me... completely naked... She started kissing me and hugging me
and before I knew it, she's got all my clothes off, too! Shit, man, my prick was like a
rock!"
"Fuck!" Carl gasped, his eyes widening as he soaked it all up. "So then what did she
do?"
"Well we got up on the bed and she crawls over me on her hands and knees, dragging
her tits over me! I even got to suck them. 'Suck my tit!' she ordered me. 'Suck my tit!'
and I chewed it and everything and she told me to do it harder... I was so fucking hot I
nearly exploded but then she tells me to hold off and starts sucking my cock instead... it
was wonderful!"
"Sucked you off!" Carl's eyes were rolling around in his head like marbles, his brain
dizzy from the lurid tale he was hearing. "But what about Argent... what about the dog
fucking her? What was that all about?"
"Well, I'm just getting to that part! So here was Mrs. Harrison with my prick in her
mouth, moaning and writhing around like she wanted to make a meal out of it, and
then Argent hopped up on the bed and he..."
As the thirteen-year-old boy recounted the lewd and bestial mounting of the new camp
counsellor by the watchdog, Carl Barber listened with astonishment. He could picture it
all, especially the scene when Argent's red dog cock sank into the older woman's cunt
like a sledgehammer! In spite of his own experiences with girls, he'd never been
involved with anything half this exciting, and he began to feel a certain vicarious
response, his own thick stubby penis starting to throb in his pants with arousal!
Mrs. Harrison, the new camp counsellor... so she's hot for kids and dogs, is she?
Probably the reason she applied at Camp Merrywether... all the little boy cocks she
could get her mouth on!
A thin smile of prurient desire creased his lips as the teenager thought of how nice it
would be to make it with that sexy older lady. Shit, he was a boy, too, wasn't he? Carl
was willing to bet that she'd be willing to spread her legs for him, since she'd been so
eager for Sandy and Argent. God he was twice the size of Sandy, why wouldn't she
want him?
The wickedly aroused youth turned his undivided attention back to his roommate just
as the story came to a finish.
"Old Argent... who'd have thought it... he's making a better track record around this
camp than me!" Carl commented breathlessly. "I wonder who trained him to fuck
women? Surely not old Dan... that old fart still thinks his cock is to pee with...!"
"I don't know..." Sandy admitted.
"Well, whoever it was, Argent sure beat your time with Mrs. Harrison. So you didn't
get to stick that mini-cock of yours in her juicy cunt?"
"Uh... no... she said I could, but then, she said I couldn't... she said to just forget about
it... forget it ever happened!"
"Oh yeah? Sounds weird to me."
"You think I did okay though getting my cock sucked?"
"Shit yeah! I can tell by the way you told it, Sandy, that you did great. Hell, believe me
that Mrs. Harrison might say she doesn't want you to come back and to forget about
fucking her, but really she does! Otherwise she never would have done it in the first
place! Probably been dying for it. She's probably afraid that one of the directors of the
camp might find out about it. I mean how would it look. She's old enough to be our
mother and fucking around with us innocent kids!"
"You mean... maybe she really does want to fuck me?"
"I'd be willing to bet on it," Carl said expansively, and then after a short pause added.
"In fact, we could both take her on and I bet she'd go wild. If she liked sucking your
cock and being fucked by the dog... she'd love both of us..." Sandy sucked in his breath
when he heard the emphasis of the bigger boy's words. "Uh... Carl... I'm not sure about
that... she did say I was to forgot about it..."
"Oh, you're jealous, are you... afraid she might like me better... is that it?"
"No, it isn't that, but... I..."
"You're not married yet, numbnuts!"
Sandy lapsed into momentary silence, unsure exactly what was bothering him. But he
was suddenly very sorry he'd ever opened his big mouth to Carl, seeing a leer cross the
boy's face and knowing it meant trouble. If anything happened to Mrs. Harrison
because of his stupidity, he'd never forgive himself! In spite of how she'd treated him
after she'd sucked his cock, he didn't want her to regret what'd happened anymore than
she had already. Then for certain he'd never get another chance!
Desperately he sought to persuade Carl not to do anything wrong. "Hey... she said she
didn't want to do it again... maybe she'll tell the directors and have us sent home..."
"Don't be an asshole," the second boy sneered. "After what she did to you, we can tell
the directors ourselves."
"Well, I still don't think..." Sandy, caught on the horns of his self-made dilemma, tried
to cool it... "maybe she did only want it that one time..."
"Oh, you're so fucking dense, I can hardly believe it. If you weren't such a little jerk-off
you'd know that once they get it they can't get enough. It's like drug addiction. It's sort
of like a disease women get... addiction to baby cocks!"
Sandy had never heard of that before but Carl was a whole-year-older so he must know!
But Mrs. Harrison didn't look like a cock addict! "Well... let me think about it for a
while..."
"Shit no... I know she went right back to her cottage after that phony campfire singsong
trip so she's home... probably dying for it again... no time like now!"
"Right now?" Sandy was tom with conflicting emotions. Jesus, he was scared to death of
going back to Mrs. Harrison's and trying to fuck her. What if someone else saw them
going into her cottage?
But the more he considered it, the more the thought of her tight, wet cunt sliding up
and down over his cock the way she'd promised him at first. His penis was growing
hard just thinking about it! He did want her, and this could be his one big chance to be
a big man with Carl, too! After three years at Camp Merrywether, maybe he was going
to get some recognition too! Maybe they wouldn't act like he was just a little wimp! He
would already be gaining some kind of respect by the mere fact that for once Carl was
actually willing to go somewhere with him! "Okay..." he capitulated at last. "Only you
gotta promise you won't make her if she doesn't want to... I only want to do it if she
does!"
"What do you think I am... a junior rapist or something... shit, that trip is for real
creeps... I'm not forcing anybody into anything... if she does... it's cool... if she doesn't...
well, okay... I'm not going to lose sleep... there's plenty of other hot little girls around
here willing to spread their cunts for old Carl...
"Oh, shit! I just remembered I haven't fed Argent tonight yet... I better round him up
and feed him before we go..." the smaller boy said.
"Hey... hold it a second... you say she really got off on Argent this morning... maybe
she'd like him tonight too... let's take the dog with us..." He laughed, and the two boys
left their small cabin and went out into the evening to look for Argent. They soon
found him sniffing around the woods and he seemed happy to follow them once again
in the direction of the counselor's cottage.
Greedy lust burned in the older boy's mind, and his mouth felt dry, small beads of
sweat forming unconsciously along his brow... imagine, Sandy being the one to find out
about the new counsellor, he thought with some awe...


Chapter 7

Lorraine Harrison suddenly cried out, waking up with perspiration streaming down her
face, her blonde-haired vagina curiously wet and tingling. It had been a nightmare.
Exhausted, she had gone to sleep immediately after dispensing with her duties leading
the sing-song around the campfire. The blonde counsellor had been grateful to climb
into the bed that earlier she had occupied with one of the little boys and the watchdog.
But the summer evening was still warm and with her agitated state of mind she had not
fallen into a deep sleep.
She shook her head in an attempt to clear it of its confusion, seeing by the clock that it
was only nine thirty in the evening and far earlier than she was used to going to bed.
The thirty-two-year-old camp counsellor slowly sat up, still feeling groggy, frowning as
she tried to remember the nightmare that had gone on and woken her up with the
sound of her own voice in the darkened cottage.
Little Sandy Pelham, naked and aroused... herself, first on the floor of the cabin and
then bent over on the bed like a dog... with a dog!
The impact hit her like a ten ton truck!
"My god! It was no dream! It was this morning! Right here! It happened!"
Feverish horror leaped through her mind, vanquishing the last traces of her disturbed
short sleep in a single stroke. She felt the blood rising in her cheeks as vivid memories
of the child's penis, and her own sordid performance of sucking it while Argent was
mounting her drifted back with singular clarity. She stumbled from her bed, narrowly
avoiding the shoes strewn on the floor, and lurched to the dresser to stare into its
mirror with disbelieving eyes.
"Jesus! I really did it," she moaned in anguish. "I did it with a boy and the watchdog..."
She had been so absorbed in the camp activities during the day after the incident that
she had managed not to think of it since this morning when it happened. But now it all
came rushing back! She couldn't put it out of her mind. Even her dreams had been
occupied with it.
Heavy lines marred her usually young-looking skin, and her eyes were sunk deeply into
their sockets as if she'd aged a decade since this morning. She glanced down then at her
naked figure, and unconsciously her hands smoothed over her throbbing breasts. She
moaned aloud as she touched their swollen nipples gently, and she moaned again as her
hands explored further and fingered the flushed pink lips of her sensitive vagina. She
probed softly around the tender cuntal slit and curly pubic hair, having to admit to
herself that there were only a few outward signs of her experience, hardly worse than if
she'd been out too late.
Strange, but I can't see marks of dissipation. Nobody could tell I'd been fucked
senseless by a German shepherd while I sucked a boy's cum out of his thirteen-year-old
cock...
Dear god, what am I going to do? What he if he tells one of the directors what I've
done? I didn't see Sandy this afternoon... but how will I face him? She moaned abjectly.
She forced back tears and a racking sob of shame, removing a terrycloth robe from the
hook behind the door and slipping it over her mature voluptuousness. She buttoned it
all the way from top to bottom, and then wandered lost and depressed out into the tiny
kitchen to plug in the percolator.
While waiting for the coffee to heat, she crossed to the windows along the back of the
little camp cottage. She was beginning to wonder if she had made the right decision to
come to Camp Merrywether. The young widow had come here to escape the loneliness
of the big empty house she had shared with her late husband. Now her new job at the
camp might necessitate her to stay in her cottage if she couldn't face the children
outside. Why me? Why did I do such a thing? With a dog? With that little boy?
She tried to turn her thoughts to more positive things... Her chance to be outdoors in
the sunshine for the summer at the camp. She was playing some sports, getting back in
shape... swimming... but she couldn't concentrate on the positive aspects of her position
at the camp and her thoughts returned to the reality of her actions.
Sexual depravity!
She could find no excuse for her disgusting behavior this morning, but she knew
exactly what the reason had been behind it. Sexual frustration!
Sex had always been a nasty word, a notion of physical contact that she'd never been
able to endure. She considered shamefully her lustful desires, so long hidden and
repressed, and how they'd finally burst through her self-imposed shackles to overcome
any sense of morality, or decorum. Like so much of human nature, suppression can be
taken just so long before it rebels... and the sterner the control, the worse the ultimate
explosion.
Yes, she truly had willingly entered into a new depraved life now, one in which dogs
and children were the salve to soothe the fiery passions which had suddenly taken
command of her senses. In discarding her prudery, she had become a seducer and an
animal-lover, and she knew she should be filled with sickness, abomination, and a sense
of utter loathing for herself.
But she was not... not really... and this terrified her more than all else. For her
nightmare was not so much of revulsion for what she'd done, as of the realization she'd
done them wholeheartedly in eager abandonment. She was a slave to her emotions, and
it was a frightening feeling to know she could no longer trust herself against her human
frailties. According to what she had been taught at the orphanage she was practically a
pervert!
Now she was no longer pure... she was painfully aware of the overwhelming power of
her sexual needs... and now nothing could ever blot out those lascivious sensations
she'd enjoyably rutted in, nor the awful fear that she'd repeat her responses should the
temptations present themselves again.
"Dear god... she had to find a way of controlling her perverted impulses! She might be
emotionally crippled for the rest of her life, but for the sake of her innocent charges at
the camp, she must keep the appalling truth of her character locked in the confines of
her soul. It was the only way she'd ever have the chance to pick up the pieces of her
splintered hopes and rebuild them into the image of a decent, respectable woman. But
for the moment she could do nothing, nothing except wait, hope and pray for the
chance...
Suddenly there came a knocking, a determined rapping which caught her unawares,
breaking her thinking and, with a shock she looked toward the door.
"Who is it?" she asked shaking slightly.
The knocking continued, insistently, louder now.
"Who's there?" she cried, irrationally trembling.
"Sandy Pelham," came a muffled voice in reply. "Please let me in. I want to see you."
The camp counsellor gasped, "It's late... go back to your cabin!"
"Open the door, Mrs. Harrison!" another adolescent voice demanded, lower and deeper
and much more menacing in tone. "Open the door... do you want the whole camp to
hear us?"
"Good lord!" A clammy iciness crawled up the older woman's spine, a premonition that
she shouldn't open the door. Gripping the bathrobe tighter to her, she said to them,
"I'm not dressed... it's late... what's going on?"
"We want to see you... we don't care if you're dressed or not!"
"Yeah, that's not important at all!" she heard Sandy say.
With fearful trepidation, Lorraine slowly padded barefoot to the cabin door. She stood
before it, afraid to unlock it, afraid not to.
"I'm tired," she called through the door. "Can't it wait until breakfast tomorrow
morning?"
At that moment, Argent barked, adding to her dismay.
"Their dog!" Lorraine groaned aloud. Not only was young Sandy back, but so was the
camp watchdog! Had the terrible truth been spilled? Had he told the other boy... the
one that was with him... the one whose voice she could hear through the cottage door?
She swallowed thickly, unlatching the door even while she knew she shouldn't but
knowing she couldn't avoid it any longer without attracting the attention of some of the
other campers.
"Carl Barber!" she said, recognizing the owner of the second young voice as she peered
outside.
"In person," the older boy responded with a grin. "I just came over here with my 
roommate, Sandy boy, to have a little chat with you, Mrs. Harrison."
"Well..." She glanced once more at the hopefully grinning features of little Sandy.
"Okay..."
"That's better," Carl stated.
The two teenaged boys and the German shepherd trooped inside, and the camp
counsellor shut the door behind them. She turned to face them, lacing her lingers
together in front of her robe, unsure what she should say to them.
"Gee, Mrs. Harrison... I've never been in one of the counselor's cabins before... there's
more room in here than ours... got, a kitchen too, I see... not bad..."
"Yes... it is very pleasant. But really, boys, I am very tired this evening and I have to get
up early for the swimming class tomorrow morning so. hurry it up will you... what is it
you want?"
"I want what Sandy got this morning!"
"What are you talking about?" Lorraine gasped. "Oh come off it... don't play the
dummy... you know about how you sucked Sandy's cock and let Argent fuck you at the
same time?"
"No!" the camp counsellor choked in horror. "Did you... did you tell him, Sandy? Oh
dear god, did you?"
"Yeah," the younger boy said, chagrined. "I guess it just sort of slipped out, Mrs.
Harrison. Sorry about that." But in spite of his facade of embarrassment, Lorraine could
see there was a tiny gleam of obscene pride in his dark young eyes, and a small,
unconcealable grin of lewdness around his boyish mouth.
The beautiful camp counsellor could feel her naked flesh beneath the bathrobe crawling
with dread and humiliation. Dear god, he'd turned into a little beast... that sweet little
child! But then the ghastly truth struck her that she was the cause of his change from a
once innocent child. She had perverted him by her own corrupting desires, teaching
him lust for lust's own sake, without the tempering of love or compassion. She had
nobody to blame except herself, and now she was reaping the rewards of her depravity!
Carl Barber's youthful cock throbbed in his tight jeans while he studied the older
woman's face blanched with horror. "Don't get excited about it, Mrs. Harrison," he said
arrogantly. "He told me, but... that doesn't mean we have to tell the directors of Camp
Merrywether, does it?"
"What... what do you mean?" she groaned, her stomach convulsing in a series of
agonizing knots.
"Well, the kid said that you promised to fuck him. I think it's only fair that you keep
your promises. After all, you're the adult, the one setting the example for us kids...
aren't you, Mrs. Harrison?"
She just stared at him.
He turned to Sandy. "Right Sandy?"
"Yeah, Carl, that's the truth!"
"Well since Fm the guy who wants to see that you don't make a liar out of little Sandy
boy here I want some of the action. Let's face it, Mrs. Harrison, a lady who fucks a dog
can't complain about a couple of humans!"
Lorraine's mouth twisted in dread and humiliation. There was no way of avoiding the
intent of the boy's vulgar words, his little shakedown was as clear as if he'd held a gun
to her head. She was being told that her body was his to fuck now too and the way little
Sandy was overtly staring at her barely clad breasts and thighs, he was all too eager to
go along with the sordid scheme. Letting these two cabin mates in her cabin had been
the worst mistake yet, she could see that now, and she desperately tried to think of a
way to discourage their plans.
It wasn't fair! It really wasn't fair! All these years she'd been deprived of any sexual
satisfaction and the one time she had taken control of a situation for herself... this... this
mess... with these spiteful children!
After all, all she'd done wrong was desire young Sandy's body in an uncontrollable
moment of passion, and even then she hadn't possessed his innocence the ultimate way,
deep up inside her cunt!
"Listen... please... this morning was an awful mistake... let's all just forget about it...
"Mistake? How can a good fuck be a mistake?" Carl snorted in lustful humor, taking a
couple of steps closer to the older woman. "Just keep thinking about what a good time
you had with Sandy and tonight it's going to be twice as good as that...!"
Lorraine moaned and her eyes glazed over. She had to stop this! She had to! She had to
do everything in her power to keep from submitting to their crudities, as much for her
own sanity as for their sake! She struggled as Carl reached out for the belt of her robe.
"Let go of me, you little bastard!" she spat out. "Just keep your hands off me."
"You don't really mean that, Mrs. Harrison." Carl pressed his face closer to hers, and
Lorraine could smell the freshness of his youthful face and the feel of his muscular
fingers as his hand dug into her arm. "Just think of what me and Sandy can give you
and you'll be happy about it!"
. The boy loomed up to her, his eyes devoid of humor now. They shone into hers with
a coldness, boring to the depths of her despairing soul. "Please... let's talk..."
"Talk! We didn't come here to talk!"
Carl only laughed harder, and then he abruptly crushed his moist young lips down
tightly on her mouth, grinding his already hardened loins against the softness of her
abdomen. Lorraine could feel his penis, long and hard, throbbing through the thin
material of his worn jeans and her robe, and despite her revulsion she could feel little
butterfly-like sensations flitting dangerously in her stomach. She struggled valiantly
against both them and the boy, but Carl was seemingly all over her, arms and legs
entwining to make her helpless in his urgent boyish embrace. Finally he let up on the
pressure, and she staggered back, breathless and blushing furiously with
embarrassment.
"You see, Mrs. Harrison? You can't stop me... or your own feelings... you really dig it!"
That last taunt was entirely too much for the mature woman to accept. She turned and
twisted compulsively away from his grip, her brain pulsing with the single panicky
dread that she must escape... but where... she couldn't run into the center of the
campgrounds!
She looked around wondering what to do but she tripped on a pair of shoes sprawled in
the middle of the bedroom. Carl moved after her, laughing as he enjoyed the erotic
spectacle of her buttocks jouncing beneath the skimpy fabric of the robe. Jesus Christ!
She was better than any of the teenaged girls he'd fooled-around with. She was a real
woman!
Playfully, he scooped his arm down and around, snapping up one bare ankle and
sending her ass-over-teakettle on the shag rug in front of the bed. Her flashing legs
twisted beneath her, and losing her balance entirely, Lorraine felt her body sprawling
on the floor her legs opening wide as she landed on the floor. It was just like playing
touch football only this time the rules were different! This time the young camp
counsellor was not wearing a protective pair of pants and her Camp Merrywether
sweatshirt! In a flash, Carl leaped forward agilely and pinned her down to the rug.
"That was fun," he chuckled. "Something to get the blood moving before the game,
huh?"
Every inch of her womanly flesh cringed in resistance, but Lorraine couldn't fight his
youthful, vibrant strength. Lord knew she wanted to... but there was no way she could
overcome his steel-like grip as he athletically held her down. And in all truth, she had
to admit she couldn't blame him... she had started all this in the first place!
"Don't," she whispered imploringly up at Carl, and then at little Sandy as he crowded
around with the camp watchdog. "Don't make me do this!"
"No one's going to make you... you'll like it just like this morning... I don't know why
you're putting up a fight... shit, this morning you were ripping off my clothes!" Sandy
said bolder now that he had an audience of one of his peers.
"Yeah, Mrs. Harrison. Just think about Argent's big dog-cock ramming into you instead
of us..."
"Come on Sandy, let's take her robe off!"
"I get to fuck her first!"
"How come?"
"She promised me this morning!"
"Okay... okay: I'm not going to argue. It might be really hot watching you dip that little
dick of yours into her juicy snatch! But let's get this robe off first. I want to see this
body of hers!"
Lorraine lay helpless while she was stripped naked, both little boys' eager hands helping
to paw obscenely over her breasts, buttocks, and loins. She was absolutely defenseless
against them, entirely at their mercy to do with as they wanted!
The robe was untied and laid wide open on the rug like a beach blanket, but that wasn't
enough to please the two boys. Sandy, in his excitement, jerked it free of her shoulders
and arms While Carl kept her body down on the floor. Then he stood up with a
triumphant leer and began to pull his own clothing off, and within seconds Lorraine
again gazed at his slender erection jutting with young pride from his hairless thirteen
year-old's loins.
Carl, meanwhile, had pinned her down with one massive hand planted in the middle of
her chest like a flat iron. With his other hand he was feverishly undressing himself,
unzipping his fly and wriggling unceremoniously out of his trousers, to finally kick
everything off, including his tennis shoes. His thicker, stubbier penis throbbed out into
the air, larger and more developed than Sandy's as to be expected, but still freshly
immature. There was a patch of thin pubic hair growing at the base of his taut, flat
belly, indicating his extra years, and dazedly, Lorraine wondered if his hard cock would
feel good inside of her. Somewhere, deep in her shocked mind, she had the impression
it would be absolutely delightful...
Ashamed of her own lurid thoughts at a time like this and with these children, Lorraine
turned her face away from the naked youngsters, her arms clenched tightly to her sides.
She felt her nudity as a great shame covering her like an evil cloak, one that couldn't be
dislodged no matter how hard she might try. But soon it would be replaced by one even
more obscenely vile, the living flesh of these two young children who were hovering
breathlessly over her. They were both savage youngsters who didn't care who she was,
other than a defenseless hole into which to shove their hard shafts of indecent maleness
and to fill her with their lewd cum.
She was kind of a guinea pig, a person upon whom their inexperienced bodies wished
to train their prowess. Great tears of self-pity swelled through her tightly clenched eyes
at the thought, and rolled silently down her cheeks.
But before her mind could spin any further, the blonde woman felt a light flicking
between her legs and saw that a now fully naked Carl Barber was touching her cunt
with his grubby fingers!


Chapter 8

Lorraine Harrison struggled to sit up, but the youthful camper's muscular arm held her
fast to the shag rug with his palm flat against the soft flesh of her quivering belly. Yet
she had been able to see enough to know that Carl was grinning lewdly as he kneeled
naked over her defenseless body, and that he was fondling her cunt with his fingers.
She wanted to protest louder, but it was no use, Carl continuing the lascivious
massaging slowly between her legs, pausing at her sensitive inner thighs to rotate his
little fingers in small excruciating circles around her soft, bare skin. The older woman
squirmed, trapped against the floor with the teenager's hand pressuring against her
belly, inadvertently opening her loins in a crab-like stance. The moist pink slit of her
vagina was now completely exposed to his touch, and the greedy eyes of the naked
youth watched her from above.
"Jesus, Carl! She's going nuts!" Sandy yelled encouragingly.
Carl chuckled wickedly and thrust the blunt tip of his finger directly against the slightly
parted pubic hair jiggling it lewdly along the plainly visible lips of her tight, trembling
cunt.
"Ooooohhhhh... aaaaahhhhh," Lorraine moaned, jerking wildly in her vain effort to
escape the taunting finger which was tingling all the way through her body. "Don't do
that... I can't stand you doing it anymore!"
Relentlessly, the teasing finger played at the tender flesh of her vagina, working its way
up the full length of the narrow palpitating crevice to her tiny, throbbing clitoris,
flicking it madly into involuntary hardness. She groaned in desperate pleading for the
boy to stop, but Carl continued unheeding, working the tensed finger slowly up over
the mound of her genitals and across the flat, plane of her belly.
Almost crazy with tension, Lorraine could feel the boy's tantalizing hand crawling up
over her ripe quivering breasts and begin to caress their nipples, first one and then
across to the other and then back again. Against her will, her proud firm breasts were
throbbing into round hardness and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as the tantalizing
fingers made delicious circles around the pink-hued aureoles.
As the tormenting massaging hand began its downward journey again, the naked camp
counsellor found to her fascinated horror that her body was reaching involuntarily
upward to absorb the pleasures of his fondling. The exploring hand dwelled long on the
softness of her belly and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow
uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips. The widening crevice between her firm
buttocks once more splayed open to the leering, lust-fevered eyes of both of her little
seducers, and then with a rapacious snicker, Carl flicked all his fingers against the
sensitive moist flesh of her cuntal mouth. The tight elastic orifice of her swelling pussy
jerked back in her surprise, and she tried to wriggle down into the shag rug to escape
the cruelly delightful probe.
"Don't," Lorraine gasped between clenched teeth. "You're making me go crazy...
aaaahhhh!"
A sadistic boyish giggle answered her as she undulated against the teasing fingers in her
clasping cunt. She tried to close her thighs against them, but they would not seem to
obey her mind's commands, and tears of frustration brimmed in her eyes as the mature
woman felt her body gradually losing control. She had vowed she would never allow
herself to be tempted again, but already she was betraying her oath, the sheer
hopelessness of her position and the fondling of the boy in her cunt was forcing her
into helpless submission.
"Nooooooo!" Stop it... You bastard!"
"Would you rather be fucked?" she heard the sneering voice of fourteen-year-old Carl
Barber call down to her. "You want Sandy baby in your cunt, now?"
"No! No! No!"
"Come on, Mrs. Harrison... he's better than a dog... you'll love it!" he said his
tauntingly handsome face lewd with desire. "Tell me you'll love it!"
"Nooooo... I won't!" Lorraine's resistance ebbed with the exquisitely maddening
pleasures being lavished on her supine form, but she couldn't bring herself to beg for
the attentions of these... these children!
"Say it, Mrs. Harrison," Carl breathed. "Say you want my friend Sandy to fuck you.
Wait a minute... you want Sandy AND me... to fuck you!"
"No... no..." she moaned, lolling her head as far as she could from side to side in
unbearable torment. "I won't!"
"You want me to stop, don't you?"
"Yes... it's too... too god-damned good... it's killing me... take your fingers away!"
"Say it then, Mrs. Harrison. Say what you want instead!"
"Ooooohhhhhhhh," the writhing camp counsellor moaned, all resistance fading away as
the lewd sensation from the finger-fucking was turning her body into a mass of nerve
tingling arousal. "Do it to me then... Sandy... do it to me, now!"
"Don't be dumb! Do it to me," he mimicked. "Say it how you said it to Argent, this
morning!" The fourteen-year-old boy increased his pressure on the probing fingers until
a fiery ball of hot desire began creeping forcefully into the pit of her loins. Lorraine
fought against it with all her strength, trying to flee from the fucking fingers, but they
pursued and massaged her fleshy cunt relentlessly. The thick, blunt digits moved
through the moist, warm flesh of her vaginal walls until she thought her body would
burst from the delicious sensations rippling through it.
"Dear god," she heard herself scream, the sweet agony in her body, driving her insane.
"Fuck me! Fuck me Sandy... Carl... Come on and fuck meeeeee!"
"Really?" the younger boy gasped in awe and delight. Somehow the young boy had not
really believed it was going to happen.
"Yes... of course... hurry up... fill my cunt with your cock... shove it in... hard!"
"You heard Mrs. Harrison," Carl laughed with obscene mirth. "Don't just stand there
like a dumbass! Get down on the floor and have her ride you like a horse! Yeah... do it
that way so I can watch everything... hurry up you jerk... hurry up before I change my
mind and go first!"
Lorraine groaned at this further indignity, her heart sinking as she realized that in such
a lewd position, it would be she who was mostly on display, with her naked buttocks
waving high up in the air, without even the fleshy covering of little Sandy's body to
cover her shameful nakedly writhing body. She watched as the cherubic youngster
scrambled down beside her, spreading out full-length on the large shag rug with his
fresh,, virile penis standing up like a thin lance jutting into the air.
"Come on, Mrs. Harrison," Carl hissed gleefully. He pulled his fingers from her cunt
with a wet sluicing sound and ordered: "Climb over Sandy and straddle his prick!"
The camp counsellor hesitantly complied, knowing she'd reached that stage of no
return. Her whole mature body cringed with the shame of what she was doing, and
with the humiliation of the obscene desires that were perversely rising in her belly. She
rolled over and levered up on her arms, her long blonde hair flowing down her face and
sweeping the youngster's chest as it had the day before; her lush breasts swayed
sensuously with their erect flushed nipples almost touching his hard-breathing body.
She kneeled, straddling with her thighs spread wide on either side of Sandy Pelham's
lean hips and she could sense his hardened cock point directly up at her pussy slit. She
thought of how she'd been this way with him before, and tears of prurient guilt trickled
down her cheeks and onto Sandy's warm skin.
The eager boy arched his slender buttocks up off the rug and the camp counsellor
suddenly quivered in renewed shame as she felt the blunt head of his taut penis sliding
once more along the swollen crevice of her vagina.
"Gee... Mrs. Harrison, can you put it in for me?" the child requested breathlessly. "You
know like you did with the dog?"
"Oh, Sandy... I can't... I just can't!"
"Shove it in!" Carl demanded. "You heard the kid, he wants you to do it!"
"Ooooohhhhh," the older woman mewled in abject shame. Sandy beneath her was
rubbing his youthful erection impatiently against the soft, moist lips of her hotly
pulsing cunt, sending new and uncontainable sensations racing through her tingling
loins. Unable to withstand this additional teasing, Lorraine reached between their naked
bodies and grasped the anxiously yearning erection in one hand. She pulled it upwards
until she could feel the hot, round tip insinuate itself in between the sensitive pussy lips
on either side of her vaginal passage.
"Okay Sandy... now push it up into me!"
The little boy couldn't hold back another second in his adolescent enthusiasm, and he
flicked his hips upward with a sudden thrust that drove his slender hardness deep into
the gaping hot mouth of the camp counselor's pussy.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh... god... oooohhhhhhhh!" Lorraine cried out as she felt her youthful
seducer bury his penis as far up as it would go, gently pressing against the cushiony end
of her cervix. Her mouth dropped loosely open, and she automatically began to squirm
and settle down against the boy in a lewd squatting fashion, feeling his cock rotating
passionately within the confines of her writhing belly. It brushed against the deep,
hidden walls of her womb as she slid her lush, mature thighs down upon it, and the
sweet sensations that it brought to her were too tremendous to resist.
Low, animalistic mewls of pleasure bubbled from her lungs as her cunt flared wide to
accept all of the child-like hardness. Electric pulses of lewd delight rippled through her
vagina and out along its hair-fringed lips, dancing like sparks across her trembling
thighs and up through the tips of her pulsating breasts. She rotated her hips around the
fleshy young impalement, her pussy twitching to come to think of it there could be a
magnifying glass over in the medical shack... hmnn!"
That was the straw that broke the camel's back! It was more than the tormented boy
could stand from his room-mate. He felt his frustration and pent-up resentment goaded
beyond endurance, his immature mind still reeling from the shattering experience with
Mrs. Harrison. He knew it was a mistake to say anything, but he was unable to resist
the temptation, and quivering with overwrought emotion, he burst out."
"Well, I'll tell you something, Mr. Smart Guy! We did do something... something
you've never done!"
"Oh, give me a break... don't make me laugh you little peanut prick," the older boy
sneered. "You've been reading too many dirty books under the covers in your cot... next
thing you know you'll be telling me how you've been fucking around with Mrs.
Harrison. I suppose she asked you too!"
"Well... I didn't actually fuck her... Argent did that... but...!"
"Oh sure, I really believe that one!" Carl snickered gleefully. "I tell you you've been
reading older woman's clenching lips. He was learning and learning fast. and he swore
that this wouldn't be the last time he fucked Mrs. Harrison!
"Oh fuck me... fuck me . v. fuck me you sweet little child!" Lorraine chanted in
mindless desire. She gasped for air at the obscene stimulations surging through her
body as she plunged excitedly up and down over Sandy's darling cock. Now she was a
healthy woman, enjoying sex at last, loving this darling child's penis as it drove
increasingly up into her vagina with growing skill. She was alone with him in the
private world of lust she'd tried to deny herself, leaving the unhappiness of the
orphanage days, her late husband, even the leering face of Carl Barber behind her. All
she sensed was the sliding rod of eager male flesh as she raised back up for another
plunge. Her mouth hung wide open, unseeing eyes gazing at the room around her...
Then there was another movement around her head, and she could feel the shag rug
dropping in front of her face as a heavy weight descended around her mouth. Fingers
fumbled with her lips, prying them wider... and then she felt a spongy, moist sensation
pressing against her teeth.
She focused her eyes and saw to her horror a stubby penis right before her. Carl, who
could no longer take the lust-arousing sight of the camp counsellor being fucked by his
younger room-mate, had now wriggled up to kneel before her face. She was pressed
tightly to his loins by his hand grasping the back of her head, and his legs were spread
wide so he could lean forward in obscene offering of his cock.
"Suck me," she heard the fourteen-year-old order. "Suck my dick like you sucked off
Sandy!"
Oh no, not this! Being fucked by one boy was sordid enough, but to take on another at
the same time was too corrupting a perversion to ask! And yet... a flutter of salacious
temptation rippled warmly through her skewered belly as her flashing eyes filled
themselves with the sight of Carl's torpedo-shaped cock wavering before her eyes. It
was not offensive to her, only slightly longer and thicker than Sandy's, the rounded
crown a rich crimson that gave its white-skinned shaft an enticing appeal. It was as
delectable appearing as Sandy's had been.
"Suck my cock, Mrs. Harrison," Carl urgently growled down at her. "Go on, before I
cum in your eyeballs!"
She resisted another moment, and then her mouth fell open with forbidden desire. She
pressed forward of her own volition and tasted this new fleshy hardness, while Carl
rammed through her soft, moist lips and into the warm, wet cavern of her face. The
erotic taste of his young male pungency immediately increased the arousal in her
feverishly fucking belly.
Excitedly, Lorraine began to lick and swirl her tongue around the velvety head of his
cock, while Carl Barber groaned with rapidly building excitement from above. She
sucked as much of the cock-flesh into her mouth as she could, swallowing it whole
right down to the widened base.
"Jesus, Mrs. Harrison! You're one hell of a cocksucker!" Carl gasped appreciatively.
"I told you! I told you she was terrific!" Sandy called up excitedly, watching with lurid,
glittering eyes his luscious older woman lover obscenely sucking the older boy's penis.
He timed his thrusts to match those of Carl, levering up on his heels and thrusting
upward with all his might, almost as if he were trying to press up and meet the other
virile cock in her belly. He held her roundly straining buttocks tightly with his hands as
he heard Mrs. Harrison cough with Carl's fleshy erection brushing against her throat
on the instroke, and watched her tender flushed lips above his face clasp hungrily
around the youthful invasion of her mouth.
Lorraine licked and sucked like a demon at the hotly pumping penis imbedded in her
mouth, her buttocks rolling sensually in tiny lewd circles behind her. She constricted
her moistened cuntal walls so that the driving shaft of Sandy's penis was squeezed
heatedly up between them. Now she wanted to exploit all of her subjugation to the
fullest. She wanted to saturate herself with the debasing ecstasy, the lurid helplessness
of her depraved demands overwhelming every tendril of her jagged nerves. Oh Lord,
there wasn't any use to fight it, not one bit! Tears of unconscious joy flowed from her
eyes as she wallowed in the insatiable pleasure of this dual submission to the two young
boys impaling the new camp counsellor at both ends...
This was heaven, bliss... what more could there be?


Chapter 9

Argent, the large German shepherd had been prowling the room for some moments
now, obviously in a highly agitated state. He whined and licked his chops ceaselessly,
watching the three naked bodies squirmingly melt together on the shag rug, and he was
keenly aware of the smoothly rounded buttocks undulating in the air. Their scent of
musky heat was a familiar one from the morning, stirring his nostrils with lustful
instincts. Impatiently he circled the rutting trio... and then finally the dog was unable to
hold back, anymore then he'd been able to resist the temptation before.
He leaped onto the rug, homing in his long, cold nose to sniff at Lorraine's moistly
exposed genitals, its black, wet tip actually touching her tiny anal ring.
"God in heaven!" she gasped from the sudden icy sensation, her mouth opening wide
for the first time since she'd begun sucking Carl's penis. "What's that?"
"Argent!" Carl laughed, feeling his excitement spiralling higher from this new
obscenity. You've got your ass waving in the air, and he thinks you want him to fuck
you again."
"No!" she moaned. "No, tell him to back off!" She could feel his hot, loving tongue
licking upward through the widespread crevice of her nakedly quivering buttocks. "Get
back, Argent! Back!"
"Shit!" Sandy choked out from beneath her. "He's licking my prick now! And... my
balls!
Ooooohhhhhh... Christ, does that feel good!
Fuck!"
Carl Barber couldn't hold back the roaring sensations of lust that the idea of the dog
fucking her too was kindling through him. He visualized how it could be done in his
mind as he shouted out: "Mrs. Harrison... lift up your ass higher... go on... do it... oh
shit... do it!"
At first Lorraine merely wrinkled her forehead in wonderment, then when she felt
Argent's strong paws on her hips and the soft fur of his belly brushing against her
naked buttocks, she knew that he was on top of her again! She could only imagine what
the beautiful animal must look like now, unable to turn her head because of the teenage
penis she was lovingly milking between her lips. The massive, scarlet dog-cock slipped
from its furry sheath, dangling and dancing close to her loins! But darling Sandy was
filling her there... there wasn't any place except... except...!!!!
God no! Not in her asshole! To be sodomized by a giant German shepherd would be
the ultimate in degrading perversion!
But Lorraine could feel the hugeness of the dog's fleshy hardness jerking between her
widespread ass-cheeks, insinuating itself up and down in a maddening search for some
hungry hole in which to thrust the heavily throbbing point. The tapered end slipped
wetly along the crevice, exciting the bared nerve endings of her sensitive flesh with
fiery, moist passion. And strangely, the tiny bit of whore that's in every woman broke
through this last remaining vestige of her moral code. Tingling with excitement, the
hunching camp counsellor suddenly wanted to have the dog's cock in her anus! Her
belly was screaming for it!
"Reach around and put his cock in your ass, Mrs. Harrison!" Carl commanded as if
reading her mind.
"God, reach back and put him in your asshole!"
No... she couldn't let herself go that far...!
But she did!
The lovely young widow reached down underneath the grinding flesh of her body to
clutch the full length of the dog's slippery penis. Her tightly closed fist stroked it softly
in reverence, and she could feel the spasmodic throbbing against her palm and the
moistly seeping liquid of excitement as it trickled from the swollen tip. She guided it up
the valley of her buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised at
the pinkish, round hole of her puckered little anus. She held it there with her one hand
drawing with all her strength to pull it into her rectum. Lord, yes!
She wanted to be fucked in the ass by a German shepherd!
"Do it, Argent! Fuck me in the ass!" she moaned through her cock-stretched lips as the
dog thrust his giant penis in an urgent probe. For several seconds Argent tried to lodge
himself into the tightly straining sphincter muscle, and then with a growl of bestial
delight, he jerked forward!
Lorraine felt a slight pop at her anus... then a shock so unbearable that she twisted and
groaned, trying with all her might to get away. She no longer felt human as the huge
dog slithered his hardness far up inside her rectum. She jerked back up at him in an
effort to throw him off, but as she did so, the dog rammed down instinctively and
imbedded his rock-hard penis all the way to the hilt in her warm anal tunnel.
"Oooooooohhhhhhh... ooooohhhhh... nooooooooooooooo!" she cried in agony, while
the dog began screwing into her in a frantic humping manner. His giant animal-cock
seemed like an unrelenting fist pummeling into her mercilessly, expanding with each
thrust down into her tightly gripping rectum. Lorraine could feel the monstrous penis
racing into her raw anus and she strained back against the grinding assault, groaning
incessantly as some of the discomfort began to subside. Slowly more eased and a
pleasure gradually began replacing the firebrands that raced from her totally filled anus
to the rim of her still lustfully sucking mouth.
The young widow's cunt contracted spontaneously around the young boy's penis as she
breathed a deep moan from her cock-contorted mouth and moved in tempo to meet
Argent's superb thrusts. The dog's forelegs clung to her rounded waist like strong, furry
arms, and she undulated her body, rotating her buttocks in lewd concentric circles
around the twin pounding shafts.
She wished somehow she could watch herself... see the delightful boyish cock up close
as it disappeared wetly up inside her pussy... see her breasts swaying beneath her
perspiring torso, moving in cadence to the rampaging penis fucking into her mouth...
see the brutish animal flesh plowing deeper, deeper into the painfully stretched hole of
her clasping anus from behind!
"I'm... aaaaahhhh... ohhhhhh, Mrs. Harrison... I'm cumming... cuuuummiiiinnnnggg!"
he groaned, and Lorraine could feel her insides bursting apart as the head of his deeply
sunk penis suddenly began to spurt. She could feel his delicious hot semen shooting
like streams of molten lava into the cavern of her pinkly quivering passage. The hot
walls of her pussy squeezed and milked spasmodically as the boy continued to spurt out
his completion, filling her womb and foaming out of the contracting fleshy lips around
the base of his cock.
She was being driven out of this universe!
She couldn't let it end!
Lorraine was lost to every sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the increased
vigor of the splendid animal pistoning into the deepest parts of her overly-stretched
anus, and of the naked loins of the boy crushing tighter and tighter against her cock
impaled face. She could feel the penis that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin
tensing in a jerking motion, and she was sure that Carl was trying to drive his cock
down her throat to meet the German shepherd's fucking far up into her belly... and that
thought alone drove her on madly! God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth... to
swallow his cum and feel it dribble down her throat. Then she sensed it swelling
convulsively, and she sucked with renewed earnestness.
Then Carl came!
The camp counsellor heard him curse crudely while his cock gushed forth hot jets of
thick liquid into her mouth, her pale cheeks ballooning and contracting as she
swallowed desperately in hungry gulps, fastening her lips tightly around his jerking
organ. She felt the thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her lips, and little Sandy
leaned up to lick them from her chin and kiss her tenderly on her straining throat.
Then the older boy seemed to go limp in front of her, his shrinking penis slithering
lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth.
Both Sandy and the spent Carl gaped in lecherous fascination, reading the abandoned
expression on the mature woman's face. They saw her mouth gasp open in a choking
wail, thin, sticky strings of white sperm stretching from her tender lips to Carl's flaccid
cock.
Abruptly, she began to toss her head from side to side, her blonde hair flailing and
whipping about her face. She was in the paroxysms of orgasm, both realized, gaping in
lewd raptness at the wildly insane screwing of her soft, white buttocks back against the
desperately humping dog like a rutting bitch in heat.
Argent panted and his tongue hung loosely from his mouth as he sodomized into her
urgently waving buttocks from behind. Again and again she wailed ramming backwards
onto the dog-cock deliriously, just as he jerked forward and his lengthy, lust-thickened
penis began the obvious spitting of its animal cum, with hard bullet-like spurts, deep in
to her hungrily clenching rectum.
Simultaneously, Lorraine's rounded quivering thighs started hollowing and tensing
uncontrollably, indicating to the two wide-eyed children the climactic upheaval with her
heaving belly.
Thick white canine cum seeped from the flushed crevice of her buttocks as her anal
orifice milked ravenously at the still hotly fucking dog-cock running in obscene little
streams down the straining flesh of her soft, inner thighs. Her entire body glistened
nakedly in the night light. And then, satiated, she groaned in ecstatic release and
flopped her head sideways to Sandy's hairless chest.
Argent finally released his paws from her waist. Lorraine felt his furry weight lifting
from her, and the limpness of his softening penis slipped with a lewd popping sound
from the confines of her cum-flooded rectum. She slithered forward and lay spreadeagled 
across little Sandy's body, feeling wet and sore but strangely without any of the
hate or loathing she'd experienced after her climax earlier today. Instead in her
aftermath, she could only feel contented and somehow eager for more.
Eager for more! God, she couldn't! But she was...
Knowing herself now to be beyond redemption, the nakedly lusting camp counsellor
rolled over onto her back and smiled sensually up at the two little boys and the German
shepherd. She raised her hands and massaged the hardening nipples of her lushly
ripened breasts, almost grateful for the callousness which seemed to have thickened like
a mental skin over her once guilt-ridden soul. Maybe later it would be different and she
would revert to her old ways... but she doubted it, and for the moment she didn't give a
damn about anything except more, more, more...
She had the whole summer to look forward to at wonderful Camp Merrywether!


THE END
