This Camp Is For Kids
by Jody Dean
(RX-264)


FOREWORD 

Some years ago there was a television program called The Naked City, that 
said there were several million stories there. I always wondered how they 
got the story they presented. 

This story came about, not because I work with Sam Ward as a doctor in the 
Public Health Service, but because I am one of the people responsible for 
fighting the greatest health danger in this country today-venereal disease. 

When any of the two-and-a-half million people who contract either gonorrhea 
or syphilis appear at a clinic for treatment, we want to know who they've 
had intercourse with. There is no penalty involved in catching VD and we do 
not tell police authorities about who had what kind of sexual connection 
with whom; all we want to do is contact the people that the infected person 
has been intimate with in an effort to stop the spread of these diseases, 
which are outranked in occurrence only by the common cold. 

The reason for this is simple: If a person who is infected has intercourse 
with only two other people, and they, in turn, have sexual contact with two 
people each, who also have two more partners, that is eight people who are 
potential carriers of VD. And, in many instances, the number of partners an 
infected person has is much higher than two. I know of one girl, from a good 
home in a middle-class suburb, who infected nine boys in one afternoon. 

To return to the story you are about to read: After treating a 
fifteen-year-old girl for gonorrhea, I traced the boys she had been intimate 
with. Two of them, in reporting their sexual contacts, gave me the name of 
Becky MacKinzie as the girl they had had intercourse with. And that was the 
birth of This Camp Is For Kids. 

You may ask me why I wrote this story. The answer is simple: As I have said, 
venereal diseases are the major health problem in this country today. As you 
read this story, think of how many people could be infected with VD. 

Venereal diseases are as easy to catch as a cold. They can be caught only 
through sexual intercourse. And they are not diseases that are restricted to 
slums and minorities; every class, every type of person, every neighborhood 
can, and probably has, been invaded by syphilis or gonorrhea. It is no 
longer the whore in the Tenderloin that needs to be feared, it s the nice 
girl next door, the sales-clerk down the street at the shopping center, the 
repairman at the garage or the office manager. 

VD doesn't strike at just the dregs of contemporary United States society; 
it hits the nice people too, people like those in this book. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"...and I couldn't stand to wait for him to get undressed, I just dropped 
down on my knees and started sucking on his cute little cock while he was 
hopping from foot to foot, taking off his trousers." 

"Oh, Margie," I sighed, shaking my head reproachfully at my sister-in-law as 
she paused in her recitation of how she'd seduced the neighborhood paperboy, 
who couldn't have been any more than fifteen, if he was that old. 

"Now, don't you 'Oh, Margie' me in that tone of voice," she said. "It's okay 
for you to think I'm terrible now, but wait 'til you're 28 and you've got 
two kids and a husband that only fucks you three or four times a week. I 
swear, you'll go just as crazy as I did." 

"But, the paperboy?" 

"Honey, he was the best of what was available. When do I get out to meet 
anybody? And you ought to see the men that come around here. Honestly, I 
wouldn't fuck them if I was so horny I couldn't see straight; I swear, I'd 
fuck the dog first." 

Margie was impossible. There was no other way to describe her. Not that I 
blamed her for cheating on George. He might be my brother but he's about the 
dullest person in the world; there are only two things in the world that 
George cares about and that's his job and rugby. Maybe if Margie had gotten 
interested in rugby it would've made her marriage better, but rugby's a very 
complicated game. And who can get interested in auto accessories? That's 
what George sold for a living. 

"But, Jesus, Margie ... a little kid like that?" 

"That 'kid' gave me a better ride than George has done in months. George is 
good for once a night. That 'kid' was good for four times in a couple of 
hours. 

"I mean, I sucked his hot little cock until he shot off in my mouth and then 
I flopped back on the floor and he threw it to me right there until I 
thought I was gonna go outta my mind. I didn't think he was ever gonna lose 
that hard-on. He fucked me 'til he shot-off again. 

"Then, when I started to get up and had rolled onto my hands and knees, he 
hopped up and fucked me dog-fashion until I had to ask him for a break. And 
he screwed me on the couch before he left. 

"No, don't you go knocking 'kids' if you haven't tried them; you don't know 
what it's like to have a man rub your box for a minute while he's sucking 
your boobs, then have him go like hell for a couple of minutes, shoot-off 
and quit, maybe before you've really gotten into it." 

like hell I didn't, although I didn't tell Margie that. 

Maybe I ought to stop and tell you a little about myself. I'm Jody Dean and 
I was twenty-one in May. At the time of our conversation, I was just about 
to finish my third year in college, where I was majoring in nutritional 
science and institutional housekeeping. 

Besides George, I have another brother and a sister, both older than I am. 
Polly's married and living in McKeesport, Pa.; Jimmy's a dope-smoking 
murderer in Viet Nam. I live at home with my folks, on a quiet street in the 
Bronx. 

Maybe I'm not the kind of girl that's going to get asked to reveal her 
charms for Playboy, but there're lots of magazines in that field that 
wouldn't mind having a nude picture of me on their pages. My tits aren't 
really big, but they're big enough to be more than a mouthful. I could stand 
to lose an inch or two from my waist and my ass is a little oversized, but 
I've got good legs, if you'll concede a slight thickness around the ankles. 

No, all-in-all, I'm a pretty good-looking girl, with long blonde hair and a 
snub-nose. My eyes are big and a dark green that turns hazel in some lights 
and I look like I'm always pouting. My boy friend says I've got a real sexy 
mouth. 

My boy friend. Well, we've been dating each other for almost a 
year-and-a-half and we haven't really talked about getting married, 
although, I guess, we will, one of these days. Tom is tall and gangly, with 
unruly hair and a kind of nervousness that doesn't let him get along with 
people well. He's majoring in veterinary science at college. 

And, he's not very good in bed. In fact, he's just about the worst 
sex-partner I've ever had. I wouldn't say that I was promiscuous, or an easy 
lay, but I've balled, well, probably about a dozen guys. Some of them were 
guys I was dating, others were guys I let pick me up when I wasn't going 
with anybody. Some were good in bed, some left me disappointed. 

Tom left me disappointed. I mean, even when he made me cum, which was about 
half the time, I always wanted more than he gave me. If there weren't other 
things involved besides sex, I'd have dropped him a long time ago, right 
after we started dating. 

But, Tom lived about five blocks from me and we went to the same school. The 
guy I'd dated before Tom had come from Buffalo. Did you ever try carrying on 
a romance by mail? 

Another thing in Tom's favor was that he was romantic. You can say what you 
want about old-fashioned gallantry, but I love it. Tom was the kind of guy 
that sent flowers on special days and opened the doors for me and lit my 
cigarettes. He just couldn't fuck very well. 

I'd thought, after the first few times that we fucked, that he'd get better, 
because he'd told me the only people he'd fucked before me were a few whores 
and a girl that fucked the whole high school basketball team after they won 
the district championship. But, while I did manage to teach Tom how to 
squeeze my tits without hurting, and showed him how to diddle my clitoris, 
he still never got to be very good in bed. 

I wondered, as I sat in Margie's kitchen, sipping coffee with her, what 
would happen if Tom and I got married. Well, at least I'd have a degree and 
be able to get a job, that was more than Margie had going for herself; she'd 
been a waitress when George had married her. 

Somehow, I couldn't picture myself doing what Margie had told me she'd done. 
I mean, even if I married Tom and decided I needed more sex than I was 
getting from him, I couldn't see myself acting like a character in a cheap 
novel, the way Margie had. I'd get sick with myself if I did that. 

Imagine, she'd come to the door, knowing it was the paperboy, and still 
dressed in nothing but a shortie gown. I'd seen that gown, you could tell 
when Margie was wearing something under it. She'd let the kid in and told 
him that she didn't have any money to pay for the paper, after keeping him 
there while she went through her purse, giving him a good look at her ass as 
she did so. 

Now, Margie's not a bad-looking woman, although she's gone a little to pot, 
what with having two kids and being twenty-seven. Of course, the kid had 
gotten a hard-on, looking at her snatch, which she'd made no effort to 
conceal from his eyes. 

Then Margie had suggested he take his paper money out in trade. Before the 
kid had even had a chance to accept or reject the suggestion, Margie was 
hugging him and kissing him and rubbing herself against him. 

She'd opened his jeans and shorts and shoved them down and the kid, 
realizing that she wanted to fuck, had decided to go along with it. He'd 
pulled his T-shirt off and started working his jeans and shorts off, hopping 
from one foot to the other to do so, which is when Margie had started 
sucking his bouncing boy cock. 

Margie had acted like there was something wicked about the act, but I've 
never felt that way. To me, sucking a hard cock is like letting a guy lick 
my cunt, just another nice way to get hot. I guess I've sucked off all the 
guys I've dated. Well, I've sucked them all; there was only one of the guys 
that I picked up that I let cum in my mouth and he was eating my cunt at the 
same time. 

I kind of like making a guy shoot-off with my mouth. I've been told that I 
give good head, that I'm an artist with my lips and tongue and mouth. I 
enjoy making a guy groan with delight as I lick and nibble on the shaft of 
his cock; I like getting a man so hot that he grabs my head and moves it 
over his cock until he fills my mouth with his hot, sticky cum. The way I 
see it, if a man's worth fucking, he's worth sucking first. 

But, a fifteen-year-old kid? I couldn't really conceive of someone that age 
being worth fucking. 

Still, Margie had insisted that the paperboy she'd seduced had fucked her 
better than George had. Now, I could conceive of George getting lazy and 
taking Margie for granted and not taking pains to make fucking her something 
she'd really dig, but she swore it was more than that. Margie said that the 
paperboy was a real stud, no technique but enough-stamina to make up for it. 

I tried to forget what she'd told me, but I couldn't. Every time Tom shot 
his hot jism into me and then collapsed, I remembered Margie saying that the 
kid had kept throwing his hot meat to her even as he was shooting off. "He 
just fucked and fucked and fucked, like he was never going to stop." 

The more I thought about it, the more I began to wonder if there might not 
be something to it. I tried to get enough from Tom and took to sitting over 
him, his rigid cock snug in my cunt, as I rose and fell over him, my hair 
flying around and my tits jouncing from my exertion. That was good, I fucked 
Tom until I had to throw my head back and scream, it was so good. But Tom 
didn't like my getting on top and I could only fuck him that way about once 
a week. The rest of the time, I had to hope I could keep him eating my cunt 
long enough for me to cum before he shoved his cock in me and started 
fucking. If I didn't cum before I got fucked, I always left him with the 
feeling that I needed more. It. was a drag to go home after being fucked and 
have to finger-fuck myself, but I did it a lot of times. 

And, still, Margie's praise of the paperboy stayed in my mind, until I 
finally asked myself why I didn't try a kid like that? If I didn't dig it as 
much as Margie said she had, I wouldn't have hurt anything and, if I did dig 
it, didn't I owe it to myself to get it? 

like most of the kids I knew, I'd asked the school employment office to help 
me find a job connected with my major for the summer. My folks were paying 
my bills as far as tuition and books went, but I could use any money I 
earned during the summer to buy clothes and to do things I wanted, like 
going to concerts if Tom was short. 

About two days before the semester was over, I was asked to stop by the 
office and, when I did, they said they had a job for me, if I wanted it. It 
wasn't paying much, but I got room and board included. The job was cooking 
for a boys camp up in the finger-lakes area. I'd have helpers; the camp was 
for underprivileged kids and they took turns working in the kitchen. 

Maybe if things had gone better on my date with Tom the night before, I'd 
have turned the job down, but we'd gone to a party and Tom had gotten pretty 
smashed. In fact, he'd gotten so smashed that he'd passed out before he 
fucked me. He'd gotten me so hot I was about to climb the wall and then he 
just went to sleep. And nothing I could do would wake him up. I even tried 
sucking his cock, hoping that I'd get it hard so I could sit over it, but 
that didn't work either. 

And so, because I'd been left horny the night before and because I'd finally 
decided that I'd fuck a teenage kid if I ever got the chance, I said I'd 
spend the summer at a camp full of hard-up young studs. 

Something told me that, before the summer was over, I was going to find out 
what it was like to be as well-fucked as I wanted to be. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Sam Ward was lying stretched out on the bed in his cabin, fully dressed 
except for his shoes, when he heard a knocking on his door. He came awake 
instantly, thinking for a moment that he was back at Bellevue and that 
someone needed the resident on duty. Then he remembered; he was no longer a 
resident, he was a long way away from New York, some 200 miles away. He was 
in the finger-lake area of New York state, taking it easy for the summer 
while deciding whether he wanted to go into Public Health work or accept a 
partnership with a couple of buddies from med school. 

Not that he was, strictly, on vacation. Oh no, he was working. At least, he 
had a job. There were five summer camps within a half-hour drive from where 
he was lying and he was the doctor for all of them. 

"What is it?" Sam called, wondering if someone was sick or hurt at one of 
the camps. 

"It's me," came the answer, in a soft, definitely feminine voice. "I just 
thought you might like a drink and some company." 

"Yeah, come on in," Sam called, as he sat up and switched on the bedside 
lamp. He wondered how long it was going to take Joyce MacKinzie to offer him 
something more than a drink and some company. 

Sam's uncle, Roger, who operated one of the camps and who had made 
arrangements for him to get the summer job, had also made the arrangements 
for Sam to stay in one of the cabins the young widow had behind the rambling 
building that served as home for her and her teenaged daughter, Becky, while 
doubling as a restaurant and small general store. 

Joyce MacKinzie had to be a couple of years older than he was, Sam knew, and 
he was twenty-six, but she wore the years well and still had a trim, lush 
figure that could excite a man. Sam was sure she still found men exciting 
and he wondered what she did during the slack periods when there weren't a 
lot of guests in the cabins. At present, he was the only boarder present, 
although he understood the cabins were filled months before hunting or 
fishing season and stayed filled the whole season. 

She came in the door, carrying a bottle and a jug of ice. "Hope you don't 
mind Scotch and water," she said as she set the bottle and jug near him. 

"Is there any other thing to drink?" he asked, running his eyes over her. 
She was of medium height, probably 5'6" or 7", with generous tits and a 
plump ass. Her legs, what there was visible of them under her skirt, seemed 
good and looked strong. Sam smiled to himself as he anticipated what was 
going to happen with this attractive widow. 

In his stocking feet, he went to the bathroom and returned with two glasses, 
each of which held a little water. He added ice cubes to each, uncapped the 
bottle and held it over one glass. "Say when." 

A moment later, their drinks mixed, they looked at each other. The cabins 
were small and contained nothing more than a dresser, two beds with a table 
between them and a metal locker. Since she was forced to sit on a bed, Joyce 
had plopped herself down on the bed Sam had been dozing on. Now he was 
seated at the head of the same bed, staring down at her as she curled her 
legs under her and sipped on her drink. 

"Well," Joyce asked, after a long pause, "how do you like the place?" 

"The peace and quiet's nice, after the city," Sam said. "I had a little 
trouble sleeping the first night, it was so quiet," he added, chuckling. 
"But, I think it's gonna be a good summer. Bet it's lonesome out here in the 
winter, though." 

"Oh, it's not that bad," Joyce said. "I've gotten used to it. I had to. When 
my husband died, he didn't leave me anything but this place and a little 
land. I haven't had anybody offer me enough to make it worth my while to 
sell. I can earn a living here for Becky and me, I guess that's enough." 

"How do you keep from going stir-crazy with all the solitude?" Sam asked. 

"Oh, there're people around," she answered. "Hunters or fishermen, people 
coming up to visit somebody at this camp or that. There's a few truck 
drivers that come across these back roads, use them as a shortcut or when 
they're overloaded. I see people. It gets lonesome at times," she was quick 
to add, "but I've got Becky and ... well, you make do with what you have." 

"I guess so," Sam replied. He ran his eyes over her again. Joyce was sitting 
with one arm out behind her, her shoulders drawn back, adding emphasis to 
her out-thrust tits. Sam could tell she was wearing a bra and he wondered if 
her tits sagged when she took it off or if they were still firm enough to 
stand without support. He stripped her in his mind and decided she'd look 
good without any clothes. 

"How about you?" she asked. "How could you stand it in the city? I mean, I 
imagine medical school is pretty hectic to begin with, and the city on top 
of that. It'd drive me crazy, if I had to live like that." 

"You just have to learn how to relax when you get the chance," Sam said. 
"And the hospital knows they can't work you too hard; they give you a chance 
to have some life away from the floor." 

"Must be kind of hard on a girl though," Joyce commented, "not knowing 
whether you're going to be able to see her or not.' 

"Well, the guys that had a steady explained to the girl that it was the way 
doctors are. I mean, you can get called away from dinner, or at three 
o'clock in the morning, to treat a patient. I never bothered to stick to one 
girl, though, there're too many available at any one time, I just went 
looking when I had time and wanted company." 

"Didn't have to look too hard, I'll bet," Joyce said, as she leaned forward 
and handed him her glass for a refill. 

"I did all right," Sam conceded. The truth was that he'd gotten laid 
whenever he'd wanted. He was tall and stocky, fairly good looking, except 
for a nose that had been broken in football during his undergraduate days. 
He'd been told that he had good bedside manners and, he supposed, this stood 
him in good stead when he was trying to put the make on a girl he'd spotted 
in a bar. 

"Yeah," Joyce drawled, "I'll just bet you did all right." She threw her 
drink down swiftly and moved to mix herself another. From the way she swayed 
slightly as she got to her feet, Sam knew she must have had a drink or two 
before she'd knocked on his door. 

"Hey," he said, reaching out and setting his glass down, then resting his 
hand on hers. "Do you really need another drink?" 

"What's wrong with having a drink or two?" she asked, indignantly. 

"Nothing's wrong with having a drink or two, or even three or four. It's 
just a shame to have so many that there's a blur to anything else you do." 
As he spoke, he swung his feet from the bed and sat up, slipping an arm 
around her as he did so. He tugged at her, drawing her back toward his lap. 
"Come here," he murmured huskily, his voice revealing his desire for her as 
did the thick bulge in his trousers. 

"OHHHHHH, GODDDDD, Sam," Joyce groaned, as she thrust the resilient softness 
of her ass against his hard loins and threw her arms around his neck. 
"OHHHHHH, you don't know how bad I need a man." 

Sam didn't answer her because she mashed her open lips to his and kissed him 
wantonly, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as he encircled her body with 
his other arm and she lifted her hands to run her fingertips through his 
longish hair as she ground her mouth against his and rubbed her tits against 
his chest. 

They sank back across the bed and he ran his hands up and down her back, 
until he was caressing her fleshy ass, while, in the process, he drew her 
hem higher and higher on her legs. It didn't take him long to get the hem 
high enough for his fingertips to brush across the flesh of her legs and she 
moaned, deep in her throat, as she squirmed until she was straddling him, 
her thighs outside of his, her plump mons veneris pressing against the tip 
of his long, still encased cock. 

He stroked her thighs for a moment or so, then drew her hem up a little 
higher and moved his hands onto her ass. Joyce wore full panties and his 
fingers ran across the nylon as he kneaded the plump mounds, causing her to 
wiggle her hips against his while she poured her tongue down his throat. 

Oh, yeah, Sam thought, she wants it, she sure wants it. A small part of his 
mind began to wonder just how much he was going to get from her: He knew he 
was going to sink his hard cock into her heated cunt; but he wondered what 
else was going to happen, if anything. Just how liberal, or tutored, was she 
when it came to sex? 

Sam moved his hands a little higher and reversed them, running them under 
the elastic of her panties. Joyce pushed her head up from his mouth. 
"OOOOOOOH," she moaned, as he took advantage of her motion to fasten his 
mouth against the hollow at the base of her throat. 

Swiftly, he withdrew one of his hands from her ass and moved it until he 
could wedge it between them and close it around the large mound of her tit. 
The other hand began to explore the crevice of her ass, slipping up and down 
between the plump cheeks until he reached the puckered hole of her anus and 
pressed slightly. When his finger entered easily and Joyce went: "AHHHHHH!" 
he was pleased. If she was sensual enough to enjoy having her ass 
finger-fucked, she'd give him more than a straight ride in the hot saddle of 
her snatch. 

Even through her dress and bra, he could feel her nipple swelling as he 
massaged the full tit. Sam could hardly wait to get his mouth on those big 
beauties, to kiss and suck at them until she went wild. 

He rolled, carrying her with him, until she was on her back and he was above 
her, resting between her parted thighs, pressing the heavy bulge of his 
thick cock against the moist slit of her hot cunt. The hand on her ass 
slipped a little lower and he curled his fingers under her torso, making her 
grunt with pleasure as he began to rub the lower part of her pussy. 

"AHHHHHHH," Joyce moaned, as he moved his hand from her tit and began to 
undo the buttons of her blouse. Her mouth moved across his face as he licked 
at the heated flesh in the opening he was creating as he spread the blouse 
after each button was undone. 

The lights blazed in the room, but neither of them was going to call a halt 
to their erotic dalliance for even long enough to turn it off. After all, 
they saw no reason to. 

What Joyce and Sam didn't know was that Becky MacKinzie was crouched outside 
the lighted cabin, her eyes peering through the slight space between the 
bottom of the blind, which Sam had pulled down in the afternoon, and the 
bottom of the glass. The space was enough to give her a clear view of what 
was going on in the cabin. 

Becky may have been only thirteen, but she'd inherited her mother's hot 
blood, and Joyce had given birth shortly after her sixteenth birthday. As 
she pressed her nose to the glass and stared, wide-eyed, at her mother and 
the handsome boarder as they rolled about on the bed, Becky felt an already 
familiar tingling start in her loins. 

She knew about sex, knew how the act was performed, although she hadn't come 
anywhere close to performing it and she'd never seen it performed. She'd 
crouched outside of this or that cabin and listened to the squeaks of the 
springs and the muffled groans and cries of passion that had uttered from 
the darkness. Now, as the teenybopper rubbed her coltish thighs together, 
she hoped her mother and the doctor didn't turn out the lights so she could 
see what it was like when somebody got fucked. 

Sam pulled his hand from under Joyce's ass and drew her unbuttoned blouse 
from under her skirt. She raised herself on her elbows and regarded him 
through half-shut eyes as he reached under her and deftly unfastened her 
bra, running his hands around her sides to cover her tits under the cloth, 
brushing his thumbs over her quivering nipples. "DARRRRRR-LINNNNGGGGG," she 
moaned, letting her head fall back. 

He drew her to a sitting position and worked her loose-cuffed blouse down 
her arms, drawing the bra straps with it. As soon as she was naked to the 
waist, he seized a nipple in his lips and sucked lightly at it, while he 
traced the heavy curve of her other tit as he began undoing the fasteners on 
her skirt. "AHHHHHH," she sighed, as his teeth closed over the hardened 
nipple and tugged. 

As Joyce sank back to the bed, Sam began tugging at her skirt and panties. 
Obediently, she lifted her ass and let him draw the cloth over her hips and 
thighs, until the skirt and panties fell in a pool of cloth at her feet, to 
be kicked away. 

Why doesn't he get undressed? Becky wondered. She knew what her mother 
looked like in the raw, she was just a more abundant version of Becky 
herself. But the teenybopper had never seen a man stripped. Still, she'd 
never seen anyone kissing a woman's tits before and the sight was affecting 
her, making her own nipples rise a little. Becky lifted her hands and closed 
them over her nicely developed tits, rubbing her palms against the thin 
flannel of the nightgown which was all she was wearing. 

What does it feel like? she asked herself, to have a hot mouth on your tits 
and a hand between your legs rubbing your pussy ? 

She couldn't answer all the questions, couldn't suck her own tits, but she 
could see what it was like to have her pussy rubbed. Hurriedly, she drew her 
gown up until it was above her waist. The way she was standing, bent over to 
peer into the window, her legs were apart and she could reach between them 
and rub her own cunt. 

"OOOOOOH," she sighed, as she discovered that it felt good. She bit her 
lower lip to prevent another sound from escaping, thankful the pair in the 
cabin hadn't heard her and rubbed harder at her cunt, forcing one finger to 
press between the swelling lips and staring as Sam began to stick a finger 
into her mother's box. 

Now, what was he doing? she wondered, as Sam moved his mouth down her 
mother's belly. Then he caught one of Joyce's thighs and lifted it, draping 
it across his back as he slid to his knees before the bed, still moving his 
mouth lower on the heaving belly of Becky's mother. 

It dawned on the girl what Sam was going to do at about the same time she 
discovered her swelling clitoris. She flicked a finger against the rising 
protuberance and shuddered at the delightful sensation that burst across her 
loins. "OOOOOOOH," she moaned, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth to 
muffle the sound. 

Sam inhaled the warm fragrance of Joyce's cunt as he moved his mouth across 
her blood-engorged mons veneris. From the way she was guiding his head, she 
was no stranger to having her cunt eaten and, he'd bet, she knew what it was 
like to have a hard cock in her mouth. Well, he'd find out about that in a 
minute or so, after he'd made her cum with his mouth. 

He ran his tongue between her cunt-lips as he slipped his hands under her 
ass and lifted her snatch to his face. "OHHHHHH!" Joyce moaned, tugging his 
face tighter to her cunt. She was hot, there was no doubt about that, his 
tongue could tell from the wetness of her cunt. He drove the tip of his 
tongue against her clitoris as he slipped a finger up her ass-hole and she 
started cumming. 

"GGGGGHHHHHHH," she moaned, as juices ran from her cunt and trickled down to 
his finger. "OHHHHHHH, EATTTTT MEEEEE!" 

His tongue slid in and out of her wet cunt and he finger-fucked her ass 
until she was writhing on the bed, her head rolling from side to side 
uncontrollably. It must have been a while since she'd been with a man, she 
was cumming so strongly. Well, he'd be here all summer, he'd keep her 
well-fucked during that time. Yes, he would sure keep her well-fucked. 

Becky could scarcely breathe as she watched Sam running his tongue in and 
out of her mother's box. "OHHHHHHH," she moaned against the back of her hand 
as she thrust a finger into her oozing cunt and began moving it in and out 
of the tight little hole. "OHHHHHHHH!" 

Instinct told her that the two inside were too engrossed in what they were 
doing to be able to hear her small moans and she moved her other hand, ran 
it under her gown and squeezed one of her tits with it. She was almost 
hopping from foot to foot as she finger-fucked herself and squeezed first 
one, and then the other, of her suddenly very sensitive tits. 

Sam drew back and let Joyce's leg fall to the floor. Hurriedly he jerked his 
T-shirt over his head, then rose and shoved down his trousers and shorts. 
His cock was as rigid as a bar of iron, long and thick, the head capped with 
a covering of skin, his balls were tightly sacked and swollen to the size of 
walnuts. It had been a week since Sam had gotten fucked, about three days 
longer than he normally went without a piece of ass. 

He knelt on the bed, then moved up it until he was sitting on Joyce's tits. 
She opened her eyes and smiled at him, then dropped her eyes to take in his 
cock. "OHHHHHH, MY GODDDDDD, WHAT A BEAUTY!" she moaned, lifting her head to 
get her mouth to it. 

Sam cradled Joyce's head in his hands as she caught his cock in her hands 
and began to stroke it. One of her hands concentrated on manipulating his 
foreskin, drawing it back and then moving it to cover his cock-head again, 
while the other toyed with his balls. 

Becky was whimpering with wanton delight as she imagined herself in her 
mother's place, playing with Sam's monstrous cock. In truth, Sam's dick 
wasn't much larger than the average man's, but Becky, in her naivety, 
thought his cock was immense. When Joyce drew back the foreskin, exposing 
the angry red of his glans, the teenybopper thought Sam's cock was glowing 
with heat. 

"OHHHHHHHH," Becky moaned as she shoved a second finger into her juicy cunt 
and moved her hand faster in its jabbing motion, "OHHHHHHH!" 

The couple inside was shifting position, in response to Joyce's plea that 
Sam get on his back so she could really work on him, and Becky whimpered as 
Sam's back was presented to her eyes for a moment. 

But then he was stretched out on his back and his cock was a tower pointing 
to the ceiling. Joyce curled up on the bed on the far side of him and 
nuzzled her face against his lower belly as she drew the skin down from 
around his glans once more. 

When Joyce extended her tongue and commenced to run the tip of it up and 
down the length of Sam's cock, Becky almost fainted. Oh, she'd do anything 
to get her mouth on that beautiful cock. Her fingers moved faster as they 
rode in and out of her hot and clammy cunt and her wrist rubbed against her 
trembling clitoris. 

Now her mother was kissing Sam's cock in earnest, rubbing her lips against 
it. Becky's eyes strayed to Sam's face and she smiled at the look of agony 
on his face. She could tell he really liked having his cock kissed. 

Joyce was shifting, raising her head so she could plant kisses on the end of 
Sam's cock. Becky saw her working a hand beneath his balls and realized that 
she was sticking her finger up his ass. The teenybopper pulled one finger 
from her cunt and directed it to her anus, then replaced it with another 
finger. She drove all three into her body savagely and her hips snapped 
forward as she breached her anal sphincter. Her mouth formed a large O of 
pleasure as she felt her fingers grow wetter in her cunt. "OHHHHHHHH," she 
moaned, as her knees gave way and she sank into a heap on the ground, 
"OHHHHHHHH, GODDDDDDD, IT FEELSSSSS SOOOOOO GOOOOOD!" 

Christ, what a cocksucker she is, Sam thought as Joyce worked her lips and 
tongue against the sensitive head of his pulse-pounding cock. There wasn't 
the slightest doubt in his mind that she was going to bring him off with her 
mouth; the only question was whether she was going to bring him off before 
she got it in her mouth. "UUUHHHHH," he grunted, as she worked the tip of 
her tongue against the split-eye opening in the head of his enormous cock. 

She began to swish her tongue across the smooth, blood-filled head, then 
bent the cock back to his body and fluttered her tongue against the 
underside of it, when she wasn't nipping at it gently. 

Lower and lower down the base of his cock she went, until her lips were on 
his balls, licking easily at them as she drew her slimy finger out of his 
juicy ass. Then her mouth went even lower. "OHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSS," Sam 
hissed, growing taut with anticipation, "rim me, baby, rim me." 

Her tongue flicked out and circled his fragrant ass-hole for a minute or so 
before she pushed her hungry tongue against his flavorful ass. Slowly she 
thrust her tongue at his ass, until he thought it was going to enter his 
anus, then she withdrew it and began again. 

Joyce didn't stay at his strong ass long, however. But what she did next was 
enough to cause him not to care. She lifted her head and thrust his cock 
into her mouth. Wantonly her tongue worked against the head of his cock as 
she moved her jaws, churning the head of his cock in her mouth. 

"Come on, baby," Sam muttered hoarsely. "Get on with it." 

She obeyed, stretching her mouth a little and thrusting her head down until 
she had all of his cock in her mouth. Wantonly, she moved her head up and 
down, working on his cock as if she couldn't wait to get a mouthful of his 
cum. 

"OHHHHHHHHHH, SUCKKKKKKK ITTTTTT," Sam moaned, as he felt her drawing him 
nearer and nearer to the point where he'd have to shoot-off. Then he was 
shooting-off. "CUM MM MM MING ! " he shrieked, "OHHH, I'M CUMMING." 

Joyce sucked harder and thrust her brown-streaked finger back up his slick 
ass-hole. Her cheeks hollowed and flared rhythmically as she sucked and 
swallowed, sucked and swallowed, until there was no cum to be taken from his 
balls. 

They scrambled about on the bed and she was already drawing her knees back 
to her tits as he slammed into her and thrust his cock full-length into her 
gaping cunt with one lunge. 

"BAAAAABBBYYYYYYYY," she groaned, throwing her ass up to meet his descending 
stroke. "OHHHHHH. FUCKKKKK MEEEEE HARRRRRRDDD." 

He drew his legs up until his thighs rested across her ass and his hairy ass 
stuck up in the air and did just that, threw his meat to her frantically as 
he held her squirming ass in his hands and squeezed it as she thrust it up 
to meet him. 

Their mouths moved against each other's, almost in a savage manner. Sam's 
hands caught her tits and he squeezed them after her ass proved to be moving 
too hard to hold onto easily. Joyce kicked her feet out and planted them on 
the bed, then lifted her ass higher and harder each time he shoved his cock 
into her. 

By twisting slightly, he was able to get his mouth back to her tits and he 
bit at the angry red areola below the nipple. "AHHHHHHHH, I'M C UMM 
MMMMMMINGGGGGG," Joyce yelped, raking her nails down his back as her vagina 
muscles spasmed around his cock. 

There was no need for Sam to move. He could brace himself with his ass 
lifted enough for her to move under it, and she fucked him as frenziedly as 
he'd fucked her. She was throwing her ass up to him greedily, as if she had 
a lot of time to make up for. 

Sam dropped a hand under her thrusting buttocks and stuck a finger under her 
tight, slippery ass-hole. When she felt the tip of it probing her anus, 
Joyce screwed her ass down harder, drawing the finger into her ass. 
"NGGHHHHHHHH," she grunted, cumming again. 

Any fuck that was that frantic couldn't last long, and this fuck was soon 
over. Neither Sam nor Joyce complained, however, when she collapsed and he 
lay atop her. Both of them had been in enough beds to know that the other 
was far from through, that they would spend the rest of the night taking 
each other's measure, fucking and being fucked in return. 

Sam lay with his cock still hard in the warmth of Joyce's soppy cunt and 
drew deep breaths into his lungs as he pillowed his head on her heaving 
tits. And, already, he was thinking of how he was going to fuck her the next 
time; on her hands and knees, with her ass thrust high into the air. Then 
he'd let her get on top of him for a while and, for a finale, he'd run his 
cock up her ass. It sounded like a program she'd enjoy. 

She did. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

As I alighted from the station wagon that had picked me up in town and 
brought me to Camp Winahanee, I wasn't impressed. To my right was a 
two-story building, with a longer, one story building on either side of it. 
One of these, I knew, was the mess hall, where I'd be putting in a lot of 
time. The other was, I had been told, an arts-and-crafts building. To my 
left was a large field, big enough to contain a baseball diamond. This field 
ended at the shore of the lake, and along the other edge of it and off to my 
left, were tents on raised platforms where the campers lived. As the cook, I 
would have a room on the first floor of the house, which was the summer home 
of the camp director. 

Behind us, on the macadam road we'd come in on, was an abandoned service 
station, and a short ways down the road was a house which contained a 
restaurant and general store. It was ringed by a number of small cabins. I 
felt as if 

I'd been transported back into yesterday, as well as into a wilderness. 
There were only two things that kept me from leaving; I had signed a 
contract to work there during the summer and I was still full of resolve to 
fuck one, or more, of the campers, in an effort to see if my sister-in-law 
was right in her assertion that kids were better lays than mature men. 

Luckily, there were only a few campers present, the majority of the boys 
would be arriving the next day. I inspected the kitchen and found it 
adequate, if primitive. Then Mr. Riley, the camp director, explained that I 
would have to do more supervising than anything else. "We believe in 
teaching boys useful things here, Miss Dean," he said. "Every boy that comes 
to Winahanee is exposed to kitchen work and to home repairs. We teach them 
how to do simple automotive repairs, how to use carpentry tools, how to 
solder, how to type. What good is learning how to make wallets going tc do 
these kids? That's for the leisure class. We try to give these boys 
something that might help them survive." 

Spare me the do-gooder philosophy, I thought. All Vm interested in is 
earning some money and seeing if some of these kids can fuck me well enough 
now and then so I can survive. I was already beginning to regret having 
accepted the job. I could have gotten something near home if I'd looked. 

During the next few days, my regret grew, for I got nowhere on my project of 
seducing one of the kids. 

Not that I didn't have the opportunity, there were always half-a-dozen boys 
in the mess hall assisting me, but they were scrawny, dull-looking kids and 
none of them appealed to me in the slightest. There were some kids that were 
appealing at the camp, but none of them had gotten assigned to mess hall 
duty by the time I had grown so horny that I lay in my narrow bed and 
contemplated finger-fucking myself. 

Hell, Jody, I told myself, you could masturbate at home. You came up here to 
fuck some young studs; do it. Go out and talk to some of the guys that 
appeal to you instead of sitting around in the afternoon. It was true, I'd 
been waiting for an acceptable partner to come along, rather than trying to 
get something going. All I'd done during my spare time had been to read. I 
hadn't even gone swimming. Imagine, a whole lake looking me in the face, and 
I hadn't even gotten into the water. 

I decided to rectify that immediately. Who cared that it was twelve at 
night? I swung my legs off the bed, unpacked my swimsuit and donned it, then 
slipped out of the house and walked down to where the lake formed a narrow 
cove surrounded on three sides by trees. Maybe the coolness of the water 
would alleviate some of the itchy heat in my cunt. 

It was silly, I decided, to bother with my suit. I'd worn it in case I 
encountered anyone on my way to the shore. But who's going to be up at this 
hour? I asked myself. Nobody. Swimming nude was much better than swimming in 
a suit, even a bikini, so I dropped the small bra and panties next to my 
towel and bag and entered the water. 

Fifteen minutes later, when the coolness of the lake forced me back to 
shore, I discovered that I'd been wrong in thinking that I'd be the only 
person awake. Somebody was sitting next to the white spot that was my towel, 
someone whose statue suggested he had to be one of the campers. 

For a moment I thought of telling him to go away, or at least to turn his 
back until I got back into my suit. Then I chuckled to myself. Why should I 
do that? Let him see me naked. Maybe it could be a way of getting him to 
fuck me. If he didn't run, I'd have something to start a conversation with 
him about. Even if I was so horny I was about to scream, I wasn't going to 
drop onto my back and ask him to fuck me, whoever he was. I had more pride 
than that. 

Acting a little more brazen than I felt, for I'd never been the aggressor 
where sex was concerned, I walked straight to my towel, ignoring the fact 
that the boy was staring, open-mouthed, at my naked body. Calmly, I dried my 
legs and torso, then tossed the towel to him as I knelt with my back to him. 
"Finish drying me, will you?" I asked, keeping my voice remarkably cool, I 
thought. 

If he was surprised, he didn't act like it. He rubbed my back dry, then 
tossed the towel away so I couldn't wrap myself in it. "You got a 
cigarette?" he asked. 

I took two from my bag and lit them, holding the match long enough for him 
to look at me as I studied him. He wasn't one of the kids that I'd had my 
eye on, but he wasn't bad looking either. And I liked the fact that he acted 
self-assured, as if sitting near a naked woman was an everyday occurrence in 
his life. 

"What're you doing down here at this time of night?" I asked, more to make 
conversation than anything else. 

"I had to take a leak," he answered. "I saw you come down this way and 
followed you to see what you were up to." 

"How come you didn't go swimming with me?" I challenged. 

In the dim light I could see him shrug. "You might have gotten mad at me for 
watching you undress," he answered. "I figured if I just sat here, you'd 
come back to get your stuff and I could look at you again." 

"You must have liked what you saw," I said. 

"I sure did," he answered. "I never saw a naked woman before," he added. 
"And I'm glad the first one I saw was as good looking as you." 

I'd been sitting with my legs together, my knees drawn up against my tits. 
However, as he spoke, I let my feet slide away from my buttocks and each 
other, until he could have a clear view of everything I had. 

"It's not very fair," I said, as he shifted a little so he could get a 
better glimpse of my cunt. "I mean, here I am without a stitch on and you're 
dressed." 

He blinked. "I-I can't take my clothes off," he mumbled. 

"Why?" I challenged. 

He gulped and didn't answer. Chuckling, I spread my legs a little further 
apart. "What's the matter?" I teased. "Are you getting ideas? Is that why 
you're afraid to strip?" 

"I'm not afraid," he insisted. 

"Then take your clothes off," I retorted. 

He didn't move. "Come on," I challenged. "What's the matter? Are you scared 
I'll see your little cock all hard and laugh at it?" 

"Awwwww," he grumbled, "who wants to sit around and just look ? " 

"Who said we were gonna just look?" I asked. 

"You're not gonna screw a little kid like me?" he asked, his voice full of 
disbelief. 

"Not if you act like a kid," I assured him. "Show me that you're a man and 
who knows what might happen." 

I'll say one thing for him, once I'd put it that way, he lost no time in 
stripping. His cock wasn't big, by a long shot, but it was hard and it 
wasn't that little either. 

"Do you know what to do with that?" I asked. 

"Sure," he answered. "Everybody knows how to screw." 

"I'll bet you've never had any though," I said. "So what?" he retorted. "You 
just stick it in and move." 

"If the girl's hot enough to let you," I told him. 

"Oh, I'll get you hot," he promised. Before I had a chance to do anything, 
or say anything, he was atop me, his mouth grinding on mine as his hands 
closed over my tits and squeezed them. 

He had big hands for a kid, big enough that he covered all of my tits with 
them. There've been few men that could do that. And, even if he didn't know 
how to fuck, he knew how to kiss and play with a pair of tits. It wasn't 
long before I was beginning to feel as though I'd made the right decision 
when I'd decided to come up here for the summer and let a kid or two fuck 
me. 

As horny as I was, I still wanted to take my time before giving it to him, 
so I rolled him onto his side and rolled with him. He had his tongue deep in 
my mouth and was pinching my nipples, holding them between his thumbs and 
forefingers and squeezing them or rolling them around. I had my hands on his 
back and was caressing him as he squeezed my whole tits, pressing the 
resilient flesh back against my ribs. 

His cock was a rigid bar between my belly and his and I knew it was going to 
feel great going into my hot cunt when we got down to fucking. But we had 
plenty of time, we weren't going to be fucking right away. 

I slid my hands between us and pressed him down to the soft earth and pine 
trees. He seemed to accept this, although he hadn't gone willingly. But, 
finally, I was above him, holding myself up on one elbow as I rubbed a 
hardened nipple across his lips. 

"Uhhhhhhhh," he groaned, as I gripped his cock in one hand and began 
manipulating it. For the first time in my life, I had an uncircumcised cock 
to play with and I found myself enjoying the act immensely as I drew the 
foreskin back again and again. 

"Suck me," I whimpered, rubbing my tit across his mouth. He parted his lips 
and sucked greedily at the hard tipped tit I was offering him, while he 
lifted his hands, catching the other tit in one and caressing my hip and ass 
with the other. 

I think he had felt I was teasing him, that I'd been leading him on while 
planning to run away when he grew too bold. But, as I caressed his swollen 
cock, and urged him to take more and more of my tit into his mouth, he 
seemed to realize that I really was going to fuck him, and he responded with 
greater desire. 

The hand that had been stroking my ass slipped under me and his fingers 
danced along the wet length of my hot snatch, then drove into my clammy 
vagina. "Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, involuntarily as the heel of his hand ground 
against my erect clitoris. 

Maybe he was just doing what he wanted to do, or maybe he did know what he 
was doing, but he was fulfilling his promise; he was getting me hot. Of 
course, I'd been hot to begin with, but he was raising the temperature in my 
cunt with every thrust of his fingers into my steaming vagina. I knew I'd 
cum when we fucked; there was no way I couldn't cum when we fucked. I was 
about to cum from the energetic finger-fucking I was getting. 

"Ooooooooh," I moaned, as he brought his teeth into play against my nipple, 
grinding them against the base of it. The night was filled with slurping 
noises as he sucked wantonly at my aching tit. 

We shifted positions again and he crouched between my open legs, his fingers 
still pistoning in and out of my cunt, as he moved his hot mouth across my 
heaving tits, alternating between sucking on the spiky nipples and licking 
the heated flesh. The heel of his hand was no longer against my clitoris, 
but he was rubbing it with his thumb and it was just as effective. Indeed, 
so effective was the way he was finger-fucking me that my ass was bouncing 
up and down on the ground violently. 

"Let's fuck," he suggested suddenly, lifting his mouth from my tits and 
starting to cover my body with his. 

I wanted to fuck as much as he did, but I also wanted to see how much he was 
willing to do to get to stick his swollen cock into me. "Na ... not yet," I 
moaned, holding him away from me with my hands against his chest. "Eat me a 
little first." 

Even in the dim light I could see the look that crossed his face, the look 
that said he'd never thought of going down on a woman and that he didn't 
like the idea. "I-I'll suck you too," I promised. 

"Would you?" he whispered. From the way his eyes had widened, I knew that he 
would do anything to get his hard little cock sucked. 

"After you've eaten me," I promised. He was shorter than I was and I don't 
particularly like playing sixty-nine. I prefer to concentrate on the feeling 
of a mouth on my cunt or a cock in my mouth. If I'm playing sixty-nine, I 
can't concentrate on either. 

Drawing my legs up until my knees were against my tits, I pushed on his 
shoulders until he moaned and dropped his" mouth to my steaming cunt. 

"Ooooooooh," I squealed as he jabbed his tongue against my trembling 
clitoris. It was obvious that he was only eating me because he wanted his 
cock sucked, but I didn't care as long as he was eating me. 

Even with all of my cunt available for his tongue to explore, all he did was 
lick at, and kiss the extreme upper part of my cuntal furrow. He raked his 
teeth across my clitoris and jabbed his tongue against it as I held his 
mouth against my hot pussy and moaned every time he nudged my clitoris with 
his teeth or tongue. 

From the way he was squirming, I could tell he thought he'd eaten me long 
enough. Well, it was obvious that he wasn't going to eat me enough to make 
me cum, but I held his head between my legs for a few minutes after he'd 
started mouthing me, then let him go. 

He rolled onto his back, his cock pointing toward the stars. "You promised," 
he whispered, as if he didn't believe I was really going to blow him. 

Slowly I twisted until I could throw my arms across his body. My left hand 
came up and cupped his tightly sacked balls, while my right hand began 
moving his foreskin back and forth as I ran my lips along his thigh and onto 
the heated, strong-smelling flesh of his hard cock. 

"Ohhhhhaaaaahhhhh," he moaned as I rubbed my lips along the underside of his 
cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his fingers curling into the 
palms of his hands as I nibbled along the shaft of his cock until I reached 
the uncovered head. 

My tongue slid over the nut-shaped head, tasting the thin sheen of fluid 
that had seeped out of him, and the collected deposit from under his 
foreskin. He seemed almost as close to cumming as I was, and I knew I was 
going to have to be careful or he'd cum in my mouth. 

Still, I let the head of his cock enter my hot mouth and closed my lips 
around the shaft just below the coronal ridge while I moved my jaws and 
caused his cock to quiver in my mouth. Slowly I let my head descend until 
all of his tasty cock was deep inside my mouth. Just as slowly I lifted my 
head, fluttering my tongue against the underside of his cock. 

"Ohhhhhhh, shiittttt," he moaned, as I took my head away from his crotch and 
returned to a supine position on the soft earth. "Why'd you stop?" 

"I want you to cum inside me, not in my mouth," I answered. 

With a rush he was atop me, his cockhead skidding along the slippery flesh 
of my snatch. In his eagerness, he jabbed at me a couple of times without 
finding the entrance to my vagina and I finally had to reach between us, 
grab his cock and direct it to the opening to my heated twat. 

"Ahhhhhhhh," we breathed together as he thrust his hard cock into me. I 
lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, forcing his little boy 
prong deeper into my itchy vagina. It had been a week since I'd been fucked 
and his cock, even if it was smaller than I was used to, still was a welcome 
feeling as it bore down into me. 

He was held to me by my legs, but I wasn't holding him tight. I wanted him 
to be able to move and he did. No sooner had he run his cock into me than he 
started withdrawing it. 

I humped my ass up to meet his hips as they descended and his hot cock ran 
back into my equally hot cunt. His hairless balls slapped at my ass each 
time he drove his prick into me and I twisted my ass from side to side to 
intensify the feelings he was producing as he hammered away at me. 

We couldn't last long, not when we were fucking as furiously as we were, and 
we didn't. He'd thrust it into my hot cunt no more than a half-dozen times 
before he started cumming. 

According to the sex-researchers, women can't feel it when a man shoots-off. 
Well, that's a bunch of bullshit. I could feel it as his jism splattered 
against the end of my vagina. Even though I was cumming myself, I could feel 
each burst of cum that shot from his throbbing cock into my contracting 
vagina, "OHHHHHHHHH!" he moaned, tightening his fingers on my tits. I was 
moaning too, throwing my ass up harder to him in an effort to cum again. 

There was, I soon found, no need for me to worry about cumming again. Just 
as Margie had said her paperboy had done, he kept ramming his cock into me 
while he was shooting off. He had his feet braced somehow and thrust 
frenziedly against my juicy cunt, fucking me as good as anybody ever had. 
Maybe his technique was primitive, but he had stamina; Tom has all kinds of 
technique but he can't last. 

The kid could. We pounded away at each other just as frantically as we had 
before we'd cum, writhing against each other and giving each other our 
tongues to suck on. Even when I slid my legs down over his calves, he still 
fucked me as hard as he could. 

For the first time since I lost my cherry, my cunt began to feel sore. I 
mean, I was used to a minute or two of hard fucking at the most, and the 
skinny little kid had been fucking me for ten minutes or more, and he was 
showing no signs of stopping. 

The crack of my ass was wet with the juices that had seeped out of my 
vagina, for I'd cum that many times. "Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned when he twisted 
and closed his lips over a hard nipple. 

"Ohhhhhhh, you're so good." 

Finally he came again and seemed content. I cradled him in my arms as we lay 
panting for breath. At last his limp little dick slipped out of my cunt and 
we rose and walked, slowly, to the water. A minute or two was all we could 
stand, for the water was growing cold, but it was enough to cleanse us. We 
dried ourselves with my towel and walked back to the edge of the open field, 
where we separated, in case anybody was awake. In the shadows at the edge of 
the woods, we kissed again, then went our separate ways. 

It was two days before I learned his name. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

As far as Sam Ward was concerned, the so-called job he had was more like a 
vacation, particularly after the hectic schedule he'd followed at Bellevue. 
So far, he'd treated three cuts, a broken leg and a few minor ailments, 
mostly poison ivy and diarrhea. Even driving from camp to camp didn't take 
up much of his time, for the five camps were within ten miles of each other. 
Consequently, Sam had a lot of free time. 

At first, Sam had been glad to be able to sleep late, to know that when he 
wanted to take a nap in the afternoon, he could do so with a 
more-than-reasonable chance of awakening when he planned and not fifteen 
minutes after closing his eyes. 

But, as the days passed, Sam began to grow restless. He was unaccustomed to 
idleness and the fact that he was, more or less, isolated, added to his 
restlessness. He took to spending more time at the camps he was serving just 
so he could talk to somebody; and the nights when Joyce visited his cabin 
became more important for they gave him a chance to be with somebody. That, 
the company she provided, became as important to Sam as the sex they had. 

Still, he couldn't hang around Joyce like a forlorn puppy. To begin with, 
she had her own life to lead, and he had too much pride to chase after a 
woman. Furthermore, he was afraid that she might get the idea that she was 
more important to him than she was. He didn't want her to think he might be 
a way for her to get out, that she might get taken back to the city with 
him. 

No, Joyce was no more than somebody to talk to and to fuck. She was great in 
bed and, as long as he kept the conversation on a simple level, she was okay 
out of bed. But she wasn't the type of woman he wanted to spend the rest of 
his life with. 

If Sam didn't follow Joyce around, he was soon made aware that Becky, her 
daughter, was following him. At first he thought the girl was suffering from 
loneliness and he felt sorry for her, living away from other kids her own 
age, unable to associate with the kids who went to the various camps. With 
Joyce's permission, he took Becky with him when he made his rounds each 
morning. 

Still, it didn't take Sam long to realize that there was more than 
loneliness involved in Becky's constant following of him. The first couple 
of days he took her with him, she wore shorts and a halter, but the halter 
soon gave way to T-shirts that she stretched as tight as she could over her 
budding tits so her nipples were on display. And, a couple of days later, 
she showed up in a short dress. 

From the way her tits jiggled as she ran from the house to his car, Sam knew 
that the teenybopper wasn't wearing a bra. But, when she swiveled around in 
the seat and let the skirt of the dress slide up into her lap, he was 
surprised to see that she wasn't wearing panties either. 

"Pull your dress down," he told her. 

"Why?" she asked. "I don't care if you can look at me. I'd like you to look 
at me, really look at me." 

"Cool it, Lolita," he said. 

"You're not that old," she answered, surprising him. "The man in that was in 
his late forties." 

"I'm too old for you to be thinking about," Sam retorted, holding his eyes 
steady on the road ahead of them, even though he was aware that Becky was 
spreading her legs even more, exposing herself fully in case he looked 
again. 

"You're twice my age," Becky admitted. "But my Dad was twenty years older 
than my Mom when they got married. And they'd been going together for two 
years. Around here, nobody thinks anything if a girl goes out with a guy 
that's ten or twelve years older than she is. There's more single guys than 
there are girls." 

"Maybe the guys around here don't mind robbing the cradle," Sam said, "but 
I'm not into that. I like girls that know the score." 

"How do you know I don't?" Becky challenged. She slid across the seat and 
threw her arms around him, pressing her firm young tits against his arm as 
she kissed him on the ear, working the tip of her tongue into his ear. She'd 
watched her mother do that to him and had been amazed at the way it had 
always made his cock jump to complete hardness. 

"Becky!" he said, sternly. "Behave yourself." 

She drew back from him slightly, but not so far that her knee did not remain 
in contact with his thigh. "Why don't you find out whether I know the 
score?" she suggested. Again she shifted, reaching over to grab his hard 
cock, which was cleanly defined along his thigh. 

Sam slammed on the brakes, causing the car to skid slightly. "Now, stop," he 
ordered. "Before I turn you over my lap and warm your cute little bottom for 
you." 

"Well, at least you're aware that it's cute," Becky pouted, as she lifted 
her hand from his swollen cock, after giving it another squeeze. "What about 
the rest of me?" 

"I'm sure you're very nice to look at," Sam agreed, as he started the car 
again. "But, why look if you're not going to touch? And, I'm not going to 
make it with you. I don't care what you say, you're too young for me." 

"I'm a woman," she insisted. "Maybe I'm a young woman, but I'm a woman." She 
knelt on the seat and whipped her dress up to her armpits, then shoved her 
hips forward to expose her cunt. "Look at me and tell me that I'm not a 
woman." 

If Joyce had come to visit him within the past couple of days, Sam would've 
been able to ignore the teenybopper. But he had slept alone for three days 
and Becky had turned him on with her tongue in his ear and her fingers on 
his cock. Slowly he turned his head and surveyed the lewd figure she was 
presenting to him. 

Her tits were small, but well-formed, topped with hard little nipples that 
seemed to be begging his lips. She had a nice thatch of hair on her cunt, 
not just a layer of down, but thick matted curls. Even though he hadn't 
touched her, she was aroused, a fact evidenced by the protrusion of her 
clitoris and the swollen state of her cunt-lips. 

"Do you like what you see?" she asked. "Do I look good to you?" 

Sam knew there was no use denying that he was impressed; if he hadn't been, 
he'd have turned around after running his eyes over her for the first time, 
instead of looking at her still. He might as well be truthful, so he told 
her: "Yeah, you look good enough to eat." 

"Why don't you?" she challenged. 

He was a little taken aback by her words, although he managed to hide the 
fact. Maybe I'm wrong, he thought, maybe she does know the score. There was 
a dirt track leading off the macadam and Sam eased the car into it, stopping 
when they were out of sight of the road. 

Becky must have figured that she'd won, for she drew the dress over her head 
and moved toward him, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her 
mouth hotly to his. At first, Sam thought that it was passion that made the 
kiss so artless, but, after a few moments, during which he'd started 
fondling her ass and she'd dropped one hand to his lap to undo his fly and 
extract his aching cock, he realized that she didn't know how to kiss. 

By the time he'd reached that conclusion, however, it was too late for him 
to think about retreating. Becky's hands may have been untutored, but they'd 
been effective, nonetheless, and he knew that, if she didn't do something to 
bring him off, he'd have to finish the job with his own hand. 

"I thought you knew the score," he said, as he drew his mouth back from 
hers. 

"I do," she insisted. "I know about being eaten and sucking men and fucking 
and all that." 

"Who taught you?" Sam asked, as he cupped his fingers under her budding tits 
and brushed his thumbs across the erect nipples. 

"Well," she said, blushing, for she couldn't very well tell him that she'd 
watched him and her mother, "there was this guy that stayed here last summer 
and he left a lot of books." 

Sam chuckled. "Books?" he managed to get out. "You just think you know the 
score. There's a big difference between reading about something and knowing 
how to do it." 

"Well, teach me how to do it," she requested. As they'd talked, she'd 
unbuttoned his shirt and, when she finished speaking, she bent forward and 
pressed her lips to one of his nipples, something else that she knew he 
enjoyed from the times she'd watched her mother with him. She also closed 
her hand around his cock and began to pump it steadily. 

Christ, Sam thought, as Becky moved her hot lips over his chest, the little 
cunt really wants to find out what it's all about. Although he knew he might 
feel guilty when he looked back on the act, he placed one hand on the back 
of the teenybopper's head and began urging her mouth toward his straining 
cock. 

It didn't seem as if Becky needed much urging. As soon as his hand touched 
the back of her head, she began working her lips lower on his body, licking 
at the skin of his belly as she caught his cock and drew the foreskin back. 

He lifted his ass from the seat of the car and worked his jeans and shorts 
down to his ankles so she'd be able to play, freely, with his balls if she 
wanted to. Apparently she did, for she worked her other hand between his 
legs and ran her fingertips over the tight sacks of his balls, she was still 
pumping her hand up and down along the shaft of his cock, moving the 
foreskin back and forth, as she worked her lips over his lower belly and 
upper thighs, licking teasingly at him. 

"Ohhhhhh," he sighed, when the tip of her tongue flicked over the head of 
his cock. "Whatever book you read, the guy who wrote it knew what he was 
talking about." 

Becky slid her tongue slowly around the nut-shaped, tasty head of his cock 
as she squeezed the throbbing shaft and caressed his balls. Her black hair 
fell over his lap, obscuring his view of her face, but the mewling sounds 
she made and the way she was rubbing her thighs together told him she was 
enjoying what she was doing. Sam was enjoying it himself. 

One of his hands slid under her and began to caress her tits, while the 
other tangled in her hair and rubbed the back of her head. "Ohhhhhhhh," he 
sighed again. 

She pressed his cock against his belly and ran her tongue along the bottom 
of it, licking greedily as if it were a piece of candy. Lower and lower her 
mouth went, until she was running the tip of her tongue through the coarse 
hairs that covered his balls. "Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh," Sam breathed, "that's it 
baby, that's it. Work on my balls a little." 

The horny teenybopper remembered some of the things she'd seen her mother do 
to Sam and she sucked his balls into her mouth, working her tongue around 
the hard nuts as she did so. Sam's hand tightened on her tit and he thrust 
his hips up a little to show how much he liked what she was doing. 

After a few minutes of sucking on his balls, Becky began licking the shaft 
of Sam's cock again. Now her tongue circled the whole thick shaft as she 
moved the foreskin up and down. For somebody who'd never had her mouth on a 
hard cock before, she was doing a great job of getting him hotter and 
hotter. 

She reached the delicious head of his trembling cock and pursed her lips, 
then rubbed the oozing head back and forth across them, pausing now and then 
to stab her tongue tip at the tiny opening. Sam rolled her flinty nipple 
between his thumb and forefinger and watched her ass shift as she continued 
to rub her thighs together. 

"Ohhhhhh, Christ, don't stop!" he pleaded as she lifted her head and tossed 
her hair out of her eyes to regard him with a lustful expression. 

"Still think I don't know the score?" she taunted. 

"You're doing fine so far, but the game's far from over." 

Becky ran her tongue over her lips and smiled. "You want me to make you cum 
in my mouth, don't you?" He nodded violently. "Well," she asked, "what 
happens after I do?" 

"Come here," he said, sliding his hand over her belly as she straightened 
and slid on her knees to where he could kiss her. Her legs parted a little 
and he ran his fingers over the wet curve of her cuntal furrow, then eased a 
finger into her vaginal passage, finding, as he'd expected he would, a thin 
layer of flesh that announced her virginity. 

"Auarrrggghhhhh," Becky groaned against his open mouth as he entered her 
vagina with his finger. The heel of his hand was pressing against her 
throbbing clitoris and he worked the exploring finger back and forth, making 
her twist her hips hungrily. 

"What happens after I suck you off?" Becky asked again, when he drew his 
mouth away from hers and used his hands to urge her to start mouthing his 
cock again. 

"I said you looked good enough to eat, didn't I?" he retorted, making an 
answer out of his question. 

It wasn't exactly what Becky wanted, but she could tell, from the tone of 
his voice, that it was all she was-likely to get and she knew that, if she 
tried to swing her legs across his lap and sit over his cock, he'd stop her. 
Oh, well, she thought, being eaten will be better than not getting anything. 
And he might be easier to make-out with later if I suck him off good now. 

As she slid her knees back across the seat until her head was over his 
loins, she parted her lips and directed the head of his cock to her mouth. 
Slowly, for she didn't know whether she'd be able to go through with it, the 
horny teenybopper let the bulbous head of his hard cock enter her mouth. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh," Sam moaned as his cock slipped into the hot wetness of her 
mouth. His palm circled the end of her tit, rubbing the elongated nipple and 
he massaged the back of her neck as Becky hollowed and expanded her cheeks, 
making her lips rub enticingly against the glans of his cock. 

The more she worked on his cock, the more lascivious the hot teenybopper 
grew, and it wasn't long before her head was going lower and lower on his 
cock, until the head was against the back of her throat. If Becky was 
surprised that she had that much cock in her mouth without feeling any 
discomfort, she didn't show it. She just tightened her lips around the hard 
shaft and lifted her head until only the glans was in the hot wetness of her 
mouth. 

Slowly at first, for she had no idea of the rhythm to use, the teenybopper 
began bobbing her head around the throbbing cock. "Yeahhhhhh, baby, go," Sam 
grunted, using pressure from the hand on her neck to help her get into the 
right tempo. It took Becky only a few moments to reach a stage where her 
head was bobbing wantonly over his cock, and her tongue was fluttering 
against him effectively. 

"Get ready, baby," he gasped, "I'm gonna cum in a minute." 

Becky's head bobbed faster over his throbbing cock as if the horny little 
teenybopper couldn't wait for him to shoot his hot cum into her sucking 
mouth. Her thumbs were brushing against his balls as she worked her fingers 
against the muscles in the sides of his thighs. The head of his cock was in 
her throat and she was sucking hard, the muscles squeezing the bulbous head 
in a way that was driving him crazy. 

"Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned, "here it cums." He shot load after load of hot jism 
into the wildly sucking mouth of the wanton teenybopper as she drank his cum 
and sucked at his cock to get more. "Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned as she sucked 
with even greater greed, until there was nothing left for her to draw from 
his cock. 

Weakly, he lifted her head and drew her against his still shuddering body. 
Becky mashed her lips against his and worked her tongue into his mouth as 
she hugged him, pressing her sweaty tits to his heaving chest. Sam ran one 
hand down to her cunt and began thumbing her extended clitoris, while his 
other hand slid up and down the crack of her ass. 

"Ohhhhhhh," Becky whimpered, when Sam moved his lips over her face. From the 
way her hips were weaving as she knelt beside him, he knew she was close to 
cumming and he worked his fingers knowingly against her slick and heated 
cunt as she dug her fingers into his back and gasped while his mouth slid 
along her taut neck. 

"Sam! Sammmmmmmm!" the teenybopper moaned as she heaved herself up until he 
could fasten his mouth on one of her tits. He chewed at the flinty nipple as 
he caressed her cunt and ass, rubbing her cunt-lips, flicking or squeezing 
her clitoris, wiggling a finger in the entrance to her vagina. Her cunt 
hairs were already matted against her snatch from the juices that had leaked 
from her slit as she'd rubbed her thighs together while sucking his cock. 

"Unnnhhhhh, unnnhhhhh, unnnggghhhhh," she grunted, as she pressed against 
his head, trying to force more of her small tit into his mouth. Not that 
Becky's tits were really little; there was enough of them to make a 
comfortable mouthful as Sam was discovering. 

He had forgotten just how enthusiastic young girls could be about 
discovering the pleasures of sex, and he responded to the strained cries of 
the horny teenybopper with steadily increasing lust, working a second finger 
into the vestibule of her cunt and wiggling both of them until he felt her 
cum. 

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Becky screamed and her hips snapped forward and her buttocks 
tightened as she started cumming hard. Her juices flowed over his fingers 
and down her straining thighs as she gasped and grunted out her pleasure, 
pressing his mouth over her tit and whipping her hips about frenziedly as he 
kept on finger-fucking her in his expert way. 

He had managed to kick his feet free of his shorts and trousers and now, as 
he started lowering her to the seat of the car, he opened the door and 
maneuvered himself until he was kneeling on the seat. One of Becky's legs, 
almost as if by instinct, rose and tested on the back of the seat, the other 
fell to the floorboards; her virginal cunt was fully exposed to him as he 
began to lick at her other tit. 

"Uhhhhhnnnnnhhhh," she moaned as her head lolled from side to side. Becky 
had finger-fucked herself to a cumming on more than one occasion, but she'd 
never cum as hard as Sam had just made her cum. 

"Sweet little baby," he crooned, running his hands over her belly and thighs 
as he moved his heated lips away from her tits and started kissing his way 
lower on her body. 

When he reached her navel, he thrust his tongue into it and made her belly 
ripple from the sensation. His hands were spreading her cunt-lips fully and 
he was massaging the lower part of her hot snatch as he worked his mouth 
over her belly and onto the uplifted leg, sucking now and then at the 
interior of her thigh until she grabbed his head and tried to force his 
mouth to her aching cunt. 

"You ... you bas ... bastard..." she grunted, you ... you ... said ... you 
said you'd ... do ... do it. Please!" 

Sam worked his hands under her squirming ass, squeezed the firm little 
mounds as he lifted her hips from the vinyl seatcover and thrust his face 
between her spread legs. 

"OHHHHHHHHH!" Becky screamed as his hot mouth met her hot cunt. His tongue 
slashed across her clitoris and she dug her nails into his scalp as he 
sucked at the throbbing bud of nerve endings while driving his fingers into 
the cleavage of her ass. 

Sam inhaled deeply, savoring the pungent odors of the aroused young cunt he 
was sucking greedily. The frenzied cries that issued from Becky's throat, 
the wild way her hips were moving in his embrace, the taste and odor of her 
young cunt all combined to remind him of the time, when he'd been sixteen, 
that he'd first eaten a cunt. Ever since then, he'd gone down on any female 
who'd allow him to do so. 

His tongue ravished her clitoris, slashed across it, flicked up and down 
under it, prodded it about. Becky moaned and rubbed her cunt against his 
face as she sought to increase the fabulous sensations that were coursing 
over her body. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, "I can't stand it, I can't stand 
it." 

But Sam knew that she could and that she could stand a lot more. He began 
running his tongue up and down the entire length of her cuntal furrow, 
sweeping his tongue from her clitoris to her ass-hole, until his oral 
ministrations made her start cumming once more. 

" AHHHHHHHH," Becky yelled, as Sam pressed his lips to her vagina and drank 
greedily at the juices that were flowing from her. Ohhhhhh, goddamn, it's so 
good, she thought.I. never knew it'd be like this. 

No sooner had she grown accustomed to the sensations he was producing by his 
sucking of her vagina, than Sam introduced her to new thrills. His tongue 
drove into her cunt, striking deep into the hot and clammy passage of her 
vagina and wiggling around the way his fingers had done earlier. 

Becky sucked her belly in and humped her cunt tighter to his face. Sam had 
his little finger at her ass-hole and, slowly, began worming it into her 
body. The dual invasion caused her to start cumming again. 

"AHHHHHHHH," she moaned. The leg that had been on the seat flipped across 
his back and mashed his face tighter to her cunt. His finger was as far up 
her ass-hole as it would go and his tongue was sliding rapidly in and out of 
her cunt as if he were fucking her with it. Becky's head lolled from side to 
side and spittle ran from the corner of her mouth as he worked on her. 

He made her cum a couple of more times before lifting his mouth from her 
cunt. Even then, her body continued to writhe on the seat, as he stroked her 
belly and tits lightly, letting her return from the high level of sensation 
he'd introduced her to by degrees. 

Finally she sat up and looked at him. His lower face was wet with her juices 
and she slid her arms around him and licked him clean, then worked her 
tongue into his mouth. But, after he'd sucked on her tongue for a minute or 
so, he pushed her away. "That's enough for now," he said. 

They were both a little surprised that she agreed with him. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

A couple of days after I'd fucked the kid, whose name, I finally discovered, 
was Billy, I began to notice that some of the older boys were eyeing me in a 
different manner than they had. Ever since the full contingent of campers 
had arrived, I'd been getting a lot of long looks, for I was one of two 
women at the camp, and Mrs. Riley was in her late fifties. 

But, some of the boys didn't seem to be just undressing me with their eyes, 
they seemed to be looking at me as if there was something deeper than a mere 
appreciation of my figure involved. I gathered that Billy had told a couple 
of his friends that I'd fucked him. 

Also, because nobody did anything more than look, I began to feel that he 
hadn't been believed. It began to look as if I was going to have to make 
arrangements to meet him again. Not that I wouldn't enjoy myself with Billy, 
he'd been a good lay. 

About the time I started getting horny enough to want to say something to 
Billy, one of the other boys finally took a chance that he'd been telling 
the truth and approached me. 

It happened in the afternoon, after we'd cleaned up the kitchen following 
lunch, but before we started fixing supper. I was sitting on the mess hall 
steps, watching a ball game. The batter hit a high foul that bounced a 
couple of times and rolled to my feet. I picked it up and threw it back to 
the pitcher, even though one of the boys who was waiting a turn at bat had 
come after it. 

"Good throw," he said, wiping his forehead, for he'd run to get the ball. 

"Thanks, Lennie," I said. He was one of the boys that everybody knew; 
handsome, in a rugged way, with a brash sense of humor and enough animal 
magnetism that there were always two or three younger boys following him 
around. 

He started to turn away, then paused. "When you gonna go swimming at night 
again?" he asked, in a low voice. 

"Why?" I teased. "You want to swim with me?" 

"That'll do for a start," he answered, giving me a grin that implied it 
would be just a start. 

Lennie was the kind of guy, who, if he'd been four or five years older, I'd 
have dated without a second thought. "Why don't you see if I go tonight?" I 
suggested. He was staring at me and I stretched, drawing my shoulders back 
to make my tits more prominent. He licked his lips as he feasted his eyes on 
them and I smiled to myself. "I think I'll be swimming tonight," I assured 
him. 

"I think I'll be swimming too," he answered, before he ran back to join his 
teammates in taking the field. 

Rather than go straight from the house to the shore, as I'd done the 
previous night, I walked down the road and entered the woods on the 
promontory that formed the other side of the cove. As I slipped through the 
trees, I saw a figure sitting by the edge of the water on the same side of 
the cove as I was. Lennie had swum across the narrow cove so he could have a 
good view of me as I stripped and started swimming, if I had entered the 
water where I had the night Billy had followed me. 

I walked quietly and was right behind him before he realized I was there. He 
jumped, then giggled to hide his fright. "I didn't expect you to be coming 
up behind me," he said. 

"But you thought I'd be coming?" I replied. 

"I knew if you showed up, you'd be cumming," he answered. 

"Oh?" I asked, lowering myself to the ground beside him and offering him a 
cigarette after taking one myself. 

"Well, Billy said that you and he got it on," he said. "And, I figure I can 
do a lot more for you than Billy did. I know what I'm doing." 

Again, all I said was: "Oh?" 

"Yeah," he said. "There was this girl back home that'd do it with anybody 
that gave her a buck. 'Course," he continued, "it wasn't much. We just went 
into an alley and she held her skirt up so I could do it. But," he added, as 
if to assure me that he was worth my consideration, "I been up on the roof 
with a couple of different girls that'd do everything but." 

You're a real good stud, eh?" I murmured, twisting around and lying back 
with my head on his thigh. The moon was shining enough so we could see each 
other. 

"I don't know," he admitted. "I must do it right though; this one chick was 
fifteen and she kept coming back for more. She said she liked the way I made 
her feel." 

Neither of us said anything until the cigarettes were too small to hold any 
longer. After we'd stubbed them out, I sat up and asked: "You ready for that 
swim?" 

Lennie caught me by the shoulders. "Why waste time swimming?" he countered. 
"That's not what we came down here for." He pulled me to him and I went 
eagerly, slipping my arms around his chest as I sought his lips with mine. 
Slowly he sank back to the earth and I came down over him, my mouth moving 
on his as we slid our tongues around and around each other's tongue. 

Lennie, I had discovered from a conversation with Mr. Riley that evening, 
was not quite fourteen, but I could tell the difference between him and 
Billy already. Billy may have been a year older, but Lennie was more of a 
man. Billy had known what to do, Lennie knew what he was doing. 

I squirmed around until I was pressed full length over him. My hands had 
moved from his back to his chest and gotten under his shirt and I was 
massaging his neck and shoulders as I poured my tongue into his mouth and 
rubbed myself against him. Lennie had slid his hands down my back and was 
caressing the upper slopes of my ass where my bikini bottom left my buttocks 
uncovered. 

Sitting up, I caught his T-shirt and worked it up his chest and he raised 
himself a little to let me get the garment off. He had a broad chest, firmly 
muscled and I rained kisses across the top of it, licking at his nipples as 
he reached between us and undid the knot between my tits that held the 
bikini bra in place. 

"Jesus, you got great knockers," he whispered, jiggling them in his fingers 
as I moved my mouth back to his. I was crouched over him, my legs outside of 
his so I could feel the thick bulge of his cock pressing against my 
dampening cock as I wiggled my hips from side to side while supporting 
myself on my elbows as I kissed him greedily and let him play with my tits, 
which were already hard-tipped. 

By shifting my elbows a little, I was able to lever myself higher over him, 
until my tits hung just above his lips. "Ohhhhh," I moaned, as he circled my 
flinty nipple with his tongue, sliding the tip around my areola, slowly 
licking at the end of the tit I was offering him as he flexed his fingers 
against the other tip and returned his free hand to my ass again. 

This time, after running his fingertips across the bare part of my ass a few 
times, he began working his fingers under the bottom of my bikini. I 
balanced myself on one elbow and reached down, undid one knot and let him 
carry the bikini pants over the flare of my ass as he swept his fingers 
lower. 

It dawned on me why the girl Lennie had told me about had come back to 
make-out with him time after time. Although the word seems incongruous when 
applied to sex, he had what could only be described as a reverent attitude 
toward what he was doing. His lips moved over my tit as if it was something 
holy and his fingertips brushed the satiny skin of my ass in tender 
gestures. 

I wiggled a little and got my arms under Lennie then rolled to my back, 
bringing him with me. His belly rested against my crotch as he slid his lips 
from one tit to the other and back, and he worked both hands under my ass, 
massaging the resilient flesh gently as I pressed my hands to the sides of 
his head and moaned each time his lips stopped to work on one of my nipples. 

He hadn't touched my cunt and I was already wet and squishy, I drew my knees 
up into the air until my heels were against my squirming ass and rubbed my 
hot cunt against his belly as I moaned: "Ohhhhhhh, Lennie, you're getting me 
so hot." 

Holding his head firmly, I began working more of my tit into his mouth, 
tugging at the back of his head until he opened his lips and submerged all 
of my tit in the hot wetness. His tongue slid across my nipple and I writhed 
under him, unable to keep still. "Ohhhhhhh," I moaned again. 

Lennie drew his hands from under me and lifted himself by sliding his knees 
toward my tossing hips. His fingers moved with feathery motions over my 
inner thighs until I could stand it no longer and grabbed one of his hands, 
which I carried to my aching cunt. 

"Unnnnhhhhhh," I grunted, as his fingers closed around my throbbing 
clitoris. That simple touch was enough to make me cum and my ass slammed 
against the ground as my hips undulated violently. My other hand left his 
head and I was frantic as I worked to undo his jeans and get to his cock. 

As I closed my fingers around the thick shaft, Lennie lifted his mouth from 
my tits and pressed his lips to mine. I drove my tongue deep into his mouth 
and caressed his cock in both hands, rubbing the head against one palm as 
the other hand slid up and down the length of the throbbing rod. For a kid 
his age, Lennie had a fantastic cock, long and solid, like a man's cock 
rather than a boy's. He was bigger than Tom was and I'd never had any cause 
to complain about Tom's physical equipment before. 

Suddenly I couldn't stand just handling his cock. I rolled him to his back 
and got over him, kneeling by his feet to work his jeans and shorts down. 
His cock rose like a spire and I felt I had to duck my head and lick at the 
bulbous head as I stripped him. 

"Ohhhhhhh," Lennie moaned, as I pursed my lips and worked them against the 
head of his cock. Wantonly, I sucked the head into my mouth and laved it 
with my tongue, then ducked my head lower and lower, until my nose was 
tickled by the thick hairs in his loins. "Ahhhhhh," he sighed as I swallowed 
hard, squeezing the head of his cock with the muscles of my throat. His hips 
jerked up and I ran my hands under him, cupping his trim ass in my hands and 
working my fingertips in the crevice between the cheeks as I began to bob my 
head wantonly over the stiff cock that I knew was going to provide me with 
more pleasure than I'd had in a long time. 

There was no doubt in my mind about how long I was going to suck Lennie's 
cock. I wouldn't be able to stop until he'd shot his load into my mouth, but 
I knew he'd still be able to fuck me after that and I didn't care that I had 
to deny myself the relief I wanted until I had satisfied my desire to draw 
his hot jism out of his balls with my oral ministrations. 

In fact, while I wanted to bring him off with my mouth, I didn't want to do 
it too soon, so, after bobbing my head over his cock for a few seconds, I 
let the wet shaft slide from my mouth and began working my lips along the 
pulsating vein that runs along the underside of a cock. Lennie's breath 
whistled through his nose and his ass squirmed harder in my hands as I 
worked on him. 

I kissed, nibbled and licked at the underside of Lennie's cock from the head 
all the way to the point where the shaft merged into his scrotum. Still 
lower went my wanton mouth, until I was working his balls under my lips. 

Once, when I'd been out on my own and let a guy pick me up, he'd asked me, 
as I sucked on his balls, if I'd rim him. I hadn't known what the term meant 
and, after he'd explained it to me, I'd been shocked. But that had been a 
couple of years ago. Now, as Lennie drew his legs up involuntarily, I moved 
my lips under his balls and licked at the crack of his ass until I 
encountered the tight hole with my tongue. 

"Ooooooooh," Lennie moaned as I probed and prodded at his ass-hole with my 
tongue. His hands were gripping my head but, from the way he was acting, I 
could tell he was torn between a desire for me to continue and a desire to 
stop me. 

My tongue dug into his fragrant anus, working into the anal sphincter as the 
very perversity of my act spurred me to go further. Slowly, with difficulty, 
I breached the tight ring of muscle with my demanding tongue. "Unnnhhhhhhh," 
he groaned, his body shuddering. "Please." 

Swiftly I lifted my head and resumed my licking of his cock, centering the 
action of my tongue against the head of the hard rod. Around and around the 
nut-shaped glans my tongue raced, until Lennie started trying to get me to 
take his cock back into my mouth. 

Although I could tell he was in desperate need of relief from the way his 
body was arched into the air, I was determined to do things at my own pace 
and I was slow to let him enter my mouth with his cock. Once it was there, 
however, I took pity on him and bobbed my head steadily over his cock, 
working my lips and tongue on him as I caressed his balls with one hand and 
rubbed the crack of his ass with the other. 

"Ohhhhhhh," he moaned, grabbing my head. "I ... I'm gonna cummmmmm." He was 
trying to lift my head but I kept it over his cock and sucked greedily until 
I felt him surrender to my demanding mouth and let it come. 

"Ahhhhhhh," he sighed as I swallowed the hot jism and sucked harder. He shot 
gob after gob of jism into my mouth and I loved every burst of the hot 
sticky substance. Only his shoulders and heels were against the ground as 
his body bowed under my wildly sucking mouth and he moaned uncontrollably as 
I sucked his dick harder and harder. 

At last he was drained and collapsed, with a shudder, against the ground. 
His cock was still as hard as it had been before I'd started blowing him, 
and I was in no condition to wait for him to recover enough to fuck me, so I 
moved over him, lifted my ass high, and guided the head of his spit-wet cock 
to my oozing vaginal shaft. 

"Unnnggghhhhh," I grunted as I drove my hips down and felt his thick cock 
enter me. Slowly, savoring every inch of his cock, I worked my hips down and 
drove him deeper into my hot snatch. Lennie started at me as I fucked myself 
down over his cock and I knew that my face had to be contorted by lust as I 
worked myself over him, my tits and hair flying wildly as I writhed on the 
hard cock that I was impaling myself upon. 

When his cock was as deep into me as it could go, I sat up straight over 
him, pressing my knees against his heaving chest and resting my hands on my 
thighs. 

"I ... I thought I was gonna go crazy when you sucked my dick like that," he 
whispered. 

"I did too," I answered, as I began working my hips back and forth, keeping 
his cock buried to the hilt in my hot pussy. It felt so good to be filled as 
much as he was filling me that I was content, for the moment, to just savor 
that fullness. 

Still, I wanted to cum myself and I soon began lifting and lowering myself 
over his cock. Lennie started at the junction of our bodies, watching his 
cock as it appeared and disappeared in the hungry maw of my cunt and I 
dropped to my hands and knees and looked at it too. It was a beautiful sight 
to see that thick shaft appear, glistening with my saliva and cunt juices, 
then to watch it disappear as I humped my ass down to his loins. 

"Good, sooo goooodddddd," I moaned, as I started fucking him faster. Lennie 
lifted his hands and began working them on my tossing breasts, rubbing the 
palms against my nipples or squeezing the full mounds as I rose and fell 
over him. I was almost ready to start cumming and I worked harder, thrusting 
down hard and snapping my hips forward each time I felt the head of his cock 
bang against the entrance to my womb. 

"Ahhhhhhh," I moaned, as I started cumming. My juices flowed over his cock 
as I ground my cunt against his thick hair. My vaginal muscles were 
constricting a rippling series of spasms and I dug my fingers into my thighs 
as I shuddered hard. 

Even as I finished cumming I started lifting and lowering my hips over him 
once again, determined to bring myself off again as soon as I could. It 
didn't take me long to cum once more and the orgasm was so hard that I 
couldn't stay upright and collapsed over him. 

Lennie locked his arms around me and rolled me onto my back then commenced 
sliding his cock in and out of me in a series of long thrusts that carried 
him almost out of my cunt before he drove his thick cock back into me. Our 
bellies slapped together and I grunted with pleasure each time he embedded 
his cock in me. God, but he was a good lay. 

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck, fuck, Lennie," I pleaded, needlessly I was aware. He was 
hammering away at me in a way that said he was going to fuck me good. 

My knees rose and started to can't outward, but he slipped his arms under my 
thighs and bent my legs back over my body until I had my feet against his 
shoulders. His ass rose and fell frantically as he threw his cock into me in 
a steady tempo and I squealed each time his balls slapped against my exposed 
ass-hole. 

He made me cum twice like that, then drew his cock from me. I grabbed him, 
trying to get him to continue the fuck, but he twisted away from my grabbing 
hands and, all at once I no longer cared that his cock wasn't in me. His 
mouth was hot on my cunt and he shoved his tongue into my swampy vagina and 
whipped it around, touching the walls of my vaginal passage as he rubbed his 
nose against my clitoris and squeezed the cheeks of my ass in his hands. 
Within seconds after he'd begun fucking me with his tongue, I'd cum again 
and I was sure that, if he had eaten the girl he'd told me about, it had 
been only his lack of knowledge of females that had saved her virginity. ... 
I doubted if a girl could refuse to let him fuck her after he'd worked on 
her cunt with his mouth. 

He wallowed in my snatch for a long time, licking and sucking my cunt-lips, 
nibbling at my clitoris when he wasn't slashing his tongue across it, 
running his tongue in and out of my vagina or sucking voraciously at it 
whenever I'd cum so he could taste my cuntal fluids. I writhed and moaned 
and beat my heels against his back as he tormented me with his wanton mouth. 

Suddenly he threw himself over me and drove his cock back into my vagina. 
"AHHHHHHH!" I 

. screamed as I raked his back with my nails. He'd made me cum again and I 
knew he was far from through with me, although he'd already brought me off 
more times than anyone had ever done before. 

I was right in my assessment. By the time Lennie finally rolled away from 
me, I'd lost track of the number of times I'd screamed that I was cumming 
and I knew that, if he'd gone on for many minutes longer, I'd have been 
sore. 

"Jesus, Lennie," I whispered, when I could finally speak, "that girl 
should've given you your dollar back, if you fucked her as well as you've 
just fucked me." 

"She did," he answered. 

I could believe it. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Lennie taught me one thing; after a session in which I got fucked, and 
eaten, that well, I had no desire for sex the next day. Before, even after 
the best sex I'd had, if somebody came on to me, I'd have hopped into the 
closest bed. And, I looked at the men I came into contact with and wondered 
how they would be as a bed-partner. But the day after Lennie and I fucked, I 
had absolutely no interest in sex; all I wanted to do was get through the 
day and crawl into bed. Guys like Lennie wear a girl out and the four hours 
of sleep I'd gotten hadn't been enough. Even taking a couple of hours nap in 
the afternoon hadn't helped me recover enough to stay up more than 
half-an-hour after I got through in the mess hall the next night. 

I learned something else from Lennie and Billy; they talked. Maybe I should 
have expected it; older guys talk about the girls they've been with 
sexually-that's how Tom and I got started, I'd slept with his roommate after 
letting him pick me up in a bar one night when I was horny and he'd been so 
impressed that he must have raved about me to Tom. Tom called me for a date 
two days later, although we'd known each other for years and he'd never paid 
any attention to me during that time. I guess boys like Billy and Lennie 
have more reason to brag when they get laid, most of them haven't even 
gotten a hand-job from a girl. 

Anyway, I knew that Billy and Lennie had recounted their experiences with me 
to the boys they were closest to, for I got several offers to go swimming, 
only the way they said "swimming" I could tell they didn't expect to get 
into the water, but into me. 

Not that I minded. After all, I'd come to Camp Winahanee to get fucked by 
young studs, and the more of them that knew I was interested, the less 
trouble I'd have finding partners. I no longer had to worry about how to 
approach the boys, all I had to do was let one of them know that I was going 
swimming and that I wanted company and I'd have an eager young stud just 
waiting to throw his hot, hard meat to me. 

Still, I wondered if, even though I liked it so much, I was doing the right 
thing by fucking kids as young as I was. What was going to happen to guys 
like Billy when they got back home, now that they knew what it was like to 
sink their hard cocks into a wet and willing cunt? Were they going to be 
able to go out with girls their own age who didn't want to do anything more 
than neck, and maybe pet a little and accept that? Or were they going to use 
the tricks I taught them to get some kid their own age to drop her panties 
and give it to them? 

I tried telling myself, each time I slipped down to the cove to meet this or 
that boy that, if they used what they learned with me to seduce some 
teenybopper, that it was none of my concern. I mean, I could remember when I 
was twelve and starting to date. The guys I went out with always wanted more 
than I felt I could give them and I always drew the line where I thought I 
should. If a guy wasn't satisfied with that and insisted I give him a 
hand-job, say, when all I was willing to do was neck with him and let him 
squeeze my tits through my blouse and bra, then I told him to find somebody 
else to go out with. When a boy got liberties with my body, it was because I 
wanted him to have them, not because he insisted I give them to him. In 
fact, the harder a guy tried to get more liberties than I was willing to 
give him, the longer it took him to get what he wanted. Until my senior year 
at high school, I wouldn't let a boy do more than neck with me on a first 
date. And, I'd fucked four different guys before I allowed a guy to pick me 
up when both of us knew I was going to fuck him that night. If I could do 
it, the girls that guys like Billy, Lennie, Joe, Terry or the other boys I 
fucked, went with could do the same. 

I didn't go to the cove every night. Nor did I look for repeats. The only 
boy who got anything from me after the first night was Lennie. Of course, he 
was the only boy I fucked who was good enough to make me want to give it to 
him again. The others fucked me well and I enjoyed each of them, but I 
didn't enjoy any of them but Lennie enough to want another session with 
them. 

Maybe it was because they didn't think they'd be believed, or maybe it was 
because they were afraid that, if they did, I would have older guys 
interested in fucking me and they wouldn't get any, but the boys I fucked 
never talked to the counselors. At least, as far as I know, they didn't. 
None of the counselors ever made overtures to me and I imagined that they'd 
be just as horny as the campers, if not more so. After all, they were 
college guys and, I was willing to bet, had much bigger cocks and were used 
to getting fucked regularly. 

Did I say that there was an abandoned service station just across the road 
from the entrance to Camp Winahanee? Well, there was and, on several 
occasions, when I was heading for the cove or stumbling back, I'd noticed 
lights on in the building. Not electric lights, more like the lights of 
candles or Coleman lanterns. Still, there were lights there and I began to 
wonder what went on at the building. 

One evening when I hadn't made arrangements to meet any of the campers at 
the cove, I noticed the dim flicker of lights from the building across the 
road and decided to investigate. 

Cautiously, I entered the woods between the building and the tourist cabins 
at the junction, then slipped around to the back of the old service station. 
Although the front of the place was boarded up, the back was the same as it 
had been when the station was still in use and I crouched near a window, 
peering inside. 

What I saw wasn't anything that I hadn't expected. One of the counselors 
from Winahanee was there, along with three other guys and a girl. It wasn't 
hard to figure out what was happening: Different counselors from the 
neighboring camps were slipping away, meeting at the service station and 
partying. One of the guys was playing an acoustical guitar and there was a 
bottle of wine passing around. The only question I had was why there wasn't 
a girl from each of the girl's camps; the other camps were represented and 
there were two guys from the camp on the other lake. 

Not that I wondered about it long. I walked boldly to the back door and 
pulled it open, then stepped inside. 

Immediately everybody froze. Then the counselor from Winahanee, George, who 
I knew was a senior at Brown, recognized me and said: "Hey, it's cool. She 
works across the road. That's our cook." 

"I'd eat anything she put in front of me," one of the other guys chuckled 
and we all laughed. 

"Come in and have a hit of wine," another guy invited, and I took the 
bottle, raising it to my lips and drinking deeply. It was just cheap wine, 
but it was cool and it tasted good. I hadn't had anything to drink, nothing 
alcoholic at least, since I'd gotten to the camp. 

For about half-an-hour we sat around rapping; the usual things people talk 
about when they don't really know each other. It turned out that none of the 
kids had met before, that there was an underground circle among the 
counselors that kept the parties going, but with a constantly changing 
group. Everybody there but me had been to at least one party, they'd just 
never been to one at the same time. 

Besides George, the guys were Paul and Barney, from the camp on the other 
lake, a couple of tall, blonde boys that looked like the kind of guy you saw 
in movies about surfers-tanned, with sun-bleached hair, they were sophomores 
at Cornell, majoring in political science. There was another guy, Maurey, a 
short, intense Jewish boy from Long Island, who had just finished a tour in 
the Peace Corps and who was heading back to the University of Chicago in the 
fall to enter graduate school in mathematics. He was the guy who'd been 
playing the guitar. Maurey wasn't bad looking if you like swarthy, wiry guys 
with quirky smiles. George was on the beefy side, a football player, but a 
back, so he didn't look muscle-bound. Surprisingly, he was also a philosophy 
major and an A-student. 

The other girl was Mimi. She was a junior at Bennington; almost six feet 
tall, with a slender body and brunette hair that fell to her hips. I'd 
figured she'd be a liberal arts major but she surprised me by announcing 
that she was majoring in comparative religion. 

"Doesn't look as if Gloria's gonna get here," Barney said, after we'd sat 
around for half-an-hour or so. The others agreed. Gloria was supposed to be 
the representative of the other girl's camp in the neighborhood. 

"How about it, Jody?" Mimi asked, "you want to trip?" 

"Jesus, I don't know," I replied, "I've got to get up early and be in the 
mess hall." Although I wasn't a real acid freak, I had tried LSD and I'd 
enjoyed it. However, I usually stuck to grass and hashish, with an 
occasional diet pill when I had to cram for a test or exams. 

"This is smooth acid," Barney assured me. "California stuff. If you have to, 
you can sleep behind it. No speed, nothing but pure acid on a vitamin C tab. 
We've all got to work tomorrow too," he reminded me. 

Paul was already handing tablets to the others and when he paused in front 
of me, after a brief reflection, I took one of the two remaining and popped 
it into my mouth, taking a hit of the wine and handing him the bottle to 
wash his tab down with. 

Maurey was rolling a couple of marijuana cigarettes to help pass the time 
while we were waiting for the acid to start working. He lit one and took a 
long drag, then passed it to Mimi, who handed it to George after toking on 
it herself. 

By the time Maurey lit the second joint, I could feel the effects of the 
first, although I'd had no more than two tokes. It was good grass and things 
were stretching out, getting mellow. Maurey slid his arms around Mimi and 
the two of them sank to the floor, which was covered with mattresses and 
foam rubber, spread over with blankets and rugs. They were kissing hungrily 
and I saw him unbuttoning her blouse to get to her tits without her making 
any move to stop him. 

It didn't bother me, although I'd never taken part in any sort of public 
sexual display. I'd been at parties where people had necked torridly and 
where hands had voyaged under skirts and sweaters in a room full of people, 
but I'd always gone off to, at least a darkened room, even if it was one 
where somebody else was fucking on the other bed. If Maurey and Mimi wanted 
to make out in a room that was lit, even if it was dimly lit, it was their 
business. 

Then Paul's arms circled my waist and he pulled me back across his lap. 
Before I had a chance to say anything, his mouth had come down on mine and 
his tongue had slipped into my mouth to dig against my tongue. 

Well, I'd halfway expected it. I mean, these guys were stuck out in the 
sticks without much chance to get together with a girl and it was obvious 
that they were going to take any chance they got. The girls at the camps 
probably got just as horny as the guys did and it was probably understood 
that, when somebody came to one of the parties, it was to get fucked. No 
wonder Mimi had been glad to see me when I'd appeared, she might have been 
thinking she was going to have to take on all four of the guys if the other 
chick didn't show up. Now, it looked as if she'd put out for two of them and 
I'd take on the other two. 

I didn't mind. They were all nice guys, guys I'd have gone out with if we'd 
met on campus. And, I'd probably have fucked any of them that tried to get 
in my pants. I slid my arms around Paul and sucked on his tongue as I 
wiggled my shoulders and caused my unbound tits to roll against his naked 
chest. He and Barney had on denims that ended just below their knees, what 
the surfers call baggies. 

The way I figured it would work was that Paul and I would neck for a while, 
then drift into one of the other rooms to fuck. That, after Paul was 
satisfied, I'd come back and end up with either Barney or George. 

It didn't work that way. I had on a pair of culottes and about the time Paul 
slid one arm from under me to investigate the feel and form of my tits, I 
felt hands slipping up my thighs, under the legs of my culottes, stroking 
the tender surface of my thighs as they worked their way toward my cunt. . 

I stiffened and tried to squirm out of Paul's embrace. "Easy, honey, easy," 
I heard Barney whisper. "What's it going to hurt? Everybody wants to have a 
little fun. A chick that looks like you isn't a cherry. I mean, you must 
have figured out we were here to get laid and you stuck around. Why should I 
sit and watch? We just enjoy ourselves. Just relax and flow with it." 

The acid was starting to work on me and I couldn't pick any holes in his 
argument, although I was sure there had to be some. 

Then, suddenly, Mimi yelled: "I'm a flower! I'm a flower!" 

Paul lifted his head to see what she was doing and I turned to watch as she 
sprang free from Maurey and George's embrace and hopped to her feet. Her 
blouse was undone and she slid it off her shoulders and arms, revealing 
small, but nicely-formed tits with incredibly long nipples. 

Maybe it was the acid, maybe she was a natural exhibitionist; but she undid 
her jeans and began working them down her hips and thighs, revolving her ass 
and doing a fair series of bumps-and-grinds as she lowered the denims. Her 
cunt was soon exposed and she turned to give the three of us on one side of 
the room a good look at it, then flashed her trim little ass at us as she 
shook herself while facing George and Maurey. 

Mimi's jeans hit the floor and she stepped out of them, then lifted one leg 
perpendicular to the floor and spun on her other foot, her long hair flying 
out behind her. "Goddamn it," she insisted, "I'm a flower. Aren't I a 
flower?" 

"Yeah, baby, you're a flower," George growled. "Now come here and let me 
pollinate you." He was lying on his back, his jeans open and his cock 
straining upward. George had the biggest cock I've ever seen, long and 
thick, it looked more like the bun that went with a foot-long hotdog than it 
did a cock. I shivered at the idea of getting a cock that big run into me 
and was glad that George had attached himself to Mimi. "Come here," he 
growled again, holding out his arms to her. 

"No, I want to dance," she retorted, spinning around on first one foot, then 
the other. For somebody who was so gawky looking, she was amazingly graceful 
and she twisted her body effortlessly, putting herself through contortions I 
didn't think I could follow and I'd always considered myself supple. 

"Dance with me, Jody," she called, swooping down and reaching her hands out 
in invitation. "Dance with me." 

"Go ahead," Barney urged, withdrawing his hands from my legs. Maurey picked 
up the guitar and started strumming it, playing some kind of wild folk dance 
music that added to the excitement I was building within me. Of course, the 
acid was playing a big part in the building of that excitement. 

I guess every girl has, at one time or another in her life, wanted to strip 
in front of a bunch of horny men and I was no exception. Within a few 
seconds of the time I'd risen to my feet and started circling in the 
opposite direction as Mimi, I had my culottes opened and was shimmying my 
arms out of the short sleeves. 

"Wheeeeew, shake it, shake it," George yelled, as I shoved the culottes over 
my wildly gyrating hips and down my thighs. My tits were flipping about and, 
as soon as I could step out of the culottes, I began working my bikini 
panties off. In a second I was as nude as Mimi. 

For several minutes we cavorted in the center of the room, our hands sliding 
over our bodies, squeezing our tits or brushing our thighs as we worked 
ourselves higher and higher into erotic frenzy. Mimi was actually 
finger-fucking herself before long and, while I didn't go that far, I did 
squeeze my clitoris until it was standing erect and throbbing for everyone 
to see. 

Suddenly George sprang to his feet and caught Mimi around the waist. Luckily 
the floor was soft, for he bore her to it swiftly and, as soon as she was on 
her back, he was between her legs, running that huge cock of his into her 
open cunt with one strong thrust that took him to the depths of her cunt. 
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Mimi screamed as she threw her legs up and locked them around 
his waist. 

As we had danced, George, Paul and Barney had stripped and, as Barney caught 
me and pulled me to the floor, Maurey sat aside the guitar and began 
stripping. 

The acid was in control of me and I didn't care that there were other people 
in the room. 

Barney threw my legs as far apart as they could go and thrust his mouth 
against my hot and squishy cunt, cupping my ass in his hands as he licked 
hungrily at my twat. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I moaned, humping my cunt up tighter to his mouth. 

I didn't moan for long, although he continued eating me. The reason I 
stopped moaning was that Paul was suddenly straddling me, poking his hard 
cock into my mouth. I caught him around the waist and plunged my head toward 
his belly as he grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under my head so I could 
suck his cock easier. 

Neither Barney nor Paul was what I would call spectacularly endowed, 
although both had long cocks. The thing was that neither of them had any 
girth to their cocks and it looked as if they had a pencil hanging between 
their legs. 

A moment after I'd started churning the head of Paul's cock in my eager 
mouth, I felt hot lips roaming over my tits. Since Barney was still licking 
greedily at my cunt, I knew that Maurey had to be the person eating my tits. 
God, I thought, in the back of my mind, what have I gotten into, three guys 
making me at once. The weird thing was that, with the LSD acting on me, I'd 
have welcomed a mouth on my other tit too. 

Paul was rubbing my temples as my mouth moved hotly over his slim cock, my 
jaws shifting the head about in circles within my mouth as I ran my tongue 
wantonly over the head. Maurey was chewing on my nipple and pinching the 
other and I dropped one hand from Paul's ass and stroked the back of his 
head as he bit a little harder at my erect nipple. Normally, I'd have 
objected to the hardness with which he was nibbling on my tit, but, in the 
condition I was in, he could've bitten harder and I would have accepted it. 

Barney's tongue was racing across the length of my cuntal furrow, working me 
up to a frenzy as he dug his fingers into my bouncing ass. I finally planted 
my feet flat on the floor and let him hold my ass off the mattresses as he 
started sucking eagerly at my clitoris. Ohhhhhhhhhh, I thought, he's eating 
me so damned well. 

"Unnnnnhhhhhh, unnnhhhhhh, unnnnnhhhhhh," Mimi was gasping and I could tell, 
just from the agonized tone of her voice, that George was throwing her one 
hell of a fuck. When a girl sounds like she's hurting and loving it, the way 
Mimi sounded, you can be sure she's digging the hell out of the way a hard 
cock's riding in and out of her warm snatch, unless somebody's eating her, 
in which case, she's really digging the tongue action the guys performing. 

"Yeah, baby, yeah," George growled. I was beginning to realize that there 
was something wrong with his throat, he rasped his words rather than 
speaking them. "Yeah, throw that ass up to me." 

There was a steady slap of flesh against flesh as the two on the other side 
of the room went at it as hard as they could. Even with three guys working 
on me, I couldn't help but think of what it would be like to have that giant 
cock thrusting into my cunt and those huge balls slapping at my ass. 
Ohhhhhhh, I want to fuck him before we split from here, I thought. 

I'd let Paul's cock slip from my mouth and was working my lips along the 
underside of his cock, sucking and kissing at it as I rubbed my fingers up 
and down the crack of his ass. Maurey had all of one tit in his mouth and 
was rubbing the other hand as Barney slashed his tongue against my clitoris 
and squeezed my buttocks in his hands. 

Within minutes after the three of them started working on me, I began 
cumming. My hips snapped up and my whole body shuddered as I poured my 
cuntal juices down to Barney's eagerly sucking mouth. He made no move to get 
away from my cunt and I sensed he was one of those guys who got more of a 
kick out of eating a girl than he did out of fucking. I'd been with a guy 
once that had shot off in his pants as he'd eaten me; he had exhausted me 
and had never even undone his trousers, just kept his mouth on my cunt until 
I couldn't stand it any longer. Then he'd undressed, crawled into the other 
bed of the motel and slept. 

Knowing that Paul and Barney had been friends for a while made me wonder if 
I was the first girl that had been stretched out on her back while the two 
of them worked on her. Paul was lifting a little, as my lips reached the 
base of his cock and I let them continue onto his hairy balls, sucking one 
into my mouth and licking it wantonly as I worked a finger against his 
ass-hole. To my surprise, he thrust back against the probing finger until I 
got the idea and jammed the finger against his anus as hard as I could, 
driving through the anal sphincter and sinking my finger into his ass. 
"Ohhhhhhh, baby, baby," he moaned, wiggling his ass around my thrusting 
finger. 

Barney had me held in midair and was working his mouth below my cunt, 
licking at the thin space between the end of my vulva and my anus. I was 
cumming again but he wasn't bothering to suck at my vagina, he just licked 
hungrily at the juices as they ran out of me and pressed his mouth tighter 
to that space some people call the "taint". 

Poor Maurey wasn't getting much, I was afraid and I got my hand under him 
and grasped his cock, then started rubbing my fingers along the shaft. His 
cock was thicker than either Paul's or Barney's, but not quite as long. As I 
jerked him off, he pressed my tits together and stretched his mouth wider, 
then took both of my nipples into his mouth at once. 

All of a sudden, I felt Barney trying to get his tongue up my ass-hole. The 
acid had given all of us free range to express our most deviate desire and I 
let my anal sphincter relax as Barney commenced to tongue-fuck my ass-hole. 
His nose was rubbing the entrance to my vagina and my hips twisted and 
undulated steadily as he slobbered against my ass and grunted savagely. 

Paul was shifting again and I slipped his cock back into my mouth, loosening 
and tightening my lips around the hard shaft as he rocked his hips to and 
fro, fucking me in the mouth. He ran his cock deeper and deeper into my 
mouth with each thrust as he saw that I was taking it without gagging. It 
wasn't long until the head was actually in my throat and I swallowed, 
squeezing the flaring head in my throat muscles as I jabbed my finger harder 
in his ass. 

"Ohhhhhhh," he moaned, "I'm cumming. Ohhhhhhh, suck baby, suckkkkkk." 

I sucked. He'd pulled back a little and I was able to taste his hot, 
slightly salty jism as it erupted into my mouth. like a lot of guys in their 
late teens or early twenties, Paul thought that jerking off was childish and 
he saved it in his balls unless he had wet dreams. I knew he was going to 
keep cumming for a while and I worked my tongue against the base of his cock 
as I fucked his ass with my finger. "Ohhhhhhh, cummmmminnnnggggg," he 
moaned, leaning forward and resting on his extended arms as I sucked and 
swallowed, sucked and swallowed, loving every drop of hot cum that he shot 
into my wanton mouth. 

"Ohhhhhhh, baby, here it cummmmmmms," George growled. 

"Give it to meeeeeee," Mimi whispered. "Make me feel it, big boy, make me 
feel it." 

I was cumming for about the fifth time and, again Barney was sucking 
wantonly at my pulsating vagina as my cuntal fluids flowed hard. 

I could hear him sucking and gobbling down t juices that he had caused to 
flow so abundantly. 

Maurey pulled away from my jerking hand, apparently wanting to get his rocks 
off somebody's mouth or cunt instead of from result of my hand on his cock. 

"Ahhhhhhh," Mimi groaned, "Godddddd, you're flooding me, you bastard. 
Ohhhhhhh, shit, I'm getting swamped. Fuck! Ohhhhhh, fuck-fuck-fuck. I love 
it. I love it." She sounded as though she were on the verge of tears and I 
didn't blame her; I would have bet I'd be ready to cry if that huge cock of 
George's started jumping and spasming in my cunt. Hell, I wasn't even sure 
that he'd be able to get it in; it was far bigger than any cock that had 
ever entered me, and I'd had some big ones up my cunt. 

Paul and Barney pulled away from me and I looked over at Mimi just in time 
to see George roll away from her. Maurey was about to replace him between 
Mimi's legs, but George stopped him. "Let her take you dog-fashion," he 
suggested, "so she can work on me with her mouth." Mimi's eyes widened at 
the idea of taking that huge cock in her mouth, but the acid was in full 
possession of her and she rolled to her hands and knees, shaking her ass 
invitingly at Maurey as she bent her head into George's lap and began to lap 
at the slimy cock, which still towered away from the forest of red hair. 

There were hands on my hips, urging me to turn over. I was as quick as Mimi 
had been to get onto my hands and elbows and I wiggled my ass just as 
invitingly as she had done, until Paul took my hips in his hands and 
steadied them while he aimed his cock to my swampy cunt and ran it into me. 

I'd figured Barney would want me to suck him off and I was ready to start 
blowing him, when Paul locked his arms around me and rolled nie onto his 
belly as he turned to his back. His legs were locked around mine so I was 
spread for all to see. Not that anyone was looking: Maurey was throwing his 
cock furiously to Mimi's squirming cunt as she licked wantonly at George's 
cock. George was sitting up, reaching under Mimi's tossing body to rub her 
small tits. And Barney-what is Barney doing? I wondered. 

I didn't have to wonder long. Almost before Paul had turned me face up, 
Barney was covering my body with his, mashing his mouth to mine as he guided 
his cock to my swampy cunt. "Unnnnggghhhh," I grunted, sure that he was 
crazy if he thought he was going to get into me and fuck me too. 

But, apparently he and Paul had done this before. His cock touched my 
vaginal entrance and he humped it against the hole until, to my surprise but 
also to my great delight, I felt him entering me. For the first time, I 
realized that there were advantages to such a slim cock, both of them were 
going to be inside my cunt at the same time. 

It took Barney a few minutes to get all of his cock into me, but he managed. 
It was driving me crazy, absolutely crazy and I writhed and squirmed between 
the two of them; fucking myself on the tightly packed cocks that weren't 
stretching my cunt any more than Lennie's had. 

"Ohhhhhhhh," I groaned, even against Barney's mouth. 

"Unreal, isn't it?" Paul whispered against my ear. "Isn't it just unreal?" 
From their conversation, I'd picked up that he and Barney used the word the 
same way I said something was "far-fucking-out" when I meant it was the 
greatest. 

They couldn't move too well, but they didn't have to. Even if I was 
sandwiched tightly between them, I could work my gluteus maximus and my 
pelvis and that caused enough motion in my vagina to make all three of us 
gasp and snort with pleasure with almost every motion of my body. 

Barney had his hands on my flanks and was stroking them while Paul's hands, 
which were on my tits, squeezed rhythmically in time to my writhing between 
them. 

"Shit, Mimi, you're such a fantastic fuck," Maurey was groaning. There was a 
steady slap-slap-slap as he threw his cock deep into her cunt and his belly 
met her back-thrusting ass. From the way she was acting, Mimi was as 
cock-crazy as I was and I wondered if she was as wild when she wasn't on 
acid. I know that if I hadn't been tripping I wouldn't have even given 
serious consideration to the things I was doing so enthusiastically now. Not 
that I was doing anything that I hadn't done and wouldn't do again, but I 
was doing them with two guys at once and, before, I'd always stayed with a 
single partner. The closest I'd come to letting somebody share me had been a 
time when I'd gotten my date to take me home and, after fucking him in the 
back seat of his car and watched him go, I'd walked down the street, met 
another guy who'd been waiting for me and fucked him in the back seat of his 
car. 

"Ohhhhhhh, baby, lick my balls like that some more," we heard George groan. 
Mimi was whimpering with delight as Maurey fucked her frenziedly and she 
worked her mouth against George's oversized cock and huge balls. In a way I 
was glad I was with Paul and Barney, but, I also couldn't help wishing I was 
with the other two guys. I guess any girl who's into fucking as much as I am 
would've wanted to take a crack at George's tool. 

"I ... I ... I'm ... gonna ... cummmmmmm," Barney grunted. He dug his 
fingers into my thighs and arched his body to press harder against my 
clitoris as his cock throbbed inside my aching cunt. Even the half-a-dozen 
cummings I'd gone through hadn't been enough to still the hunger for hard 
cocks that was in me and I knew I'd fuck again and again, as long as there 
were hard cocks to thrust into my cunt. Acid did that to me, made me horny 
as hell no matter how much fucking I'd done. 

Barney was shooting his jism into me and I moaned against his shoulder as I 
worked myself as hard as I could between them to give him extra pleasure. 
Ohhhhhhh, shitttttt, I moaned to myself, this is incredible. 

It took Barney a minute or so to recover enough to roll away from me, but it 
didn't matter, if he'd rolled away from me as soon as he stopped cumming, I 
wouldn't have been able to move. I got off of Paul and stood up, with cum 
running down my thighs. Across the room, I saw Mimi wiping her crotch with a 
towel and asked her to toss it to me when she was finished. She did so and I 
dried my cunt a little, then stretched out on the floor to wait my turn on 
the new joint that was going around. 

"This is an outasight party," I said, after the joint had been finished and 
a new bottle of wine started around the circle. 

"It has been," Paul agreed. "You're one of the few chicks that's ever taken 
both of us in her cunt without crying in pain." 

"Done what?" Mimi asked, overhearing him. 

"They both stuck their cocks into me at once," I told her. "You talk about a 
great sensation." 

"Big deal," Mimi said, rising to her feet and stretching to her tiptoes, 
with her hands above her head. It made her small tits almost invisible but 
did nothing to detract from the allure of her lithe body. "I'll fuck both of 
you at once," she said. 

I was just as interested as everybody else in seeing if she could do it. As 
Mimi moved toward the boys, I slid across the room to take her place between 
George and Maurey, shivering slightly as I did so, for I realized that, once 
Mimi got started, if she got started, the sight was going to get the three 
of us so horny that I'd end up taking on George and Maurey at the same time. 

"Lie down," Mimi told Paul. As soon as he'd done so, she had Barney lie ass 
to ass to him, with one of his legs under Paul's and his other leg draped 
over Paul's. When they were in the position she wanted, their still hard 
cocks were rubbing against each other. 

Mimi knelt over their hips and spread her knees as far as she could, 
stretching her cunt open to the utmost. Grabbing both cocks she held them 
tightly at the base as she lowered her snatch over them and, to everybody's 
surprise, the head disappeared into her cunt with ease. As she worked her 
way down, Barney lifted his hands and began massaging her small tits, while 
Paul rubbed her trim ass. "Unnnhhhhh, unnnhhhhhh," Mimi grunted as she 
humped her ass down, admitting more and more of the cocks into her vagina as 
she did so. It struck me that, after being stretched, as she must have been, 
by George's cock, the two cocks, even together probably felt no thicker than 
a normal cock would. 

Then George cupped my chin in one of his big hands and turned my head. His 
mouth descended to mine and I let mine go slack as he thrust his tongue deep 
into my mouth. He urged me to lie back and I did so as his hands moved 
across my tits and thighs, stroking me with surprising gentleness for a man 
as big as he was. 

I wondered if Maurey was going to try getting some of me at that time, but, 
when I opened my eyes a little as George began running his mouth over my 
throat, I saw Maurey standing in front of Mimi holding her head against his 
belly as she worked on his cock with her mouth. 

George had his mouth on one of my tits and his fingers were working in my 
snatch, rubbing between the lips of my cunt as he sucked noisily on my tit. 
With a groan of pleasure, I got both hands on his cock, and wasn't too 
surprised to find that there was still some of the shaft, as well as the 
entire head, that wasn't encompassed by my fingers. Furthermore, my thumbs 
barely touched the other fingers as I commenced to pump at the monstrous 
cock I was soon going to have shoved up my cunt. 

I'll say one thing for George, he must have realized that I had doubts as to 
whether I could take all of that gigantic cock into me, for he rubbed my 
cunt longer than most guys would've done to make sure that I was good and 
creamy so he could get into me without hurting me. 

Finally, my ass was bouncing about so hard that I had to be fucked. "Come 
on, George," I pleaded, "give it to me." 

"You sure you can take it?" he whispered, as he rolled between my trembling 
thighs. I wasn't at all sure that I could take it, but I was willing to try. 
After all, Mimi had taken it and I had no intention of admitting that I 
wasn't as much woman as she was. 

"I can take it," I murmured, as I felt him set the head of his cock against 
the opening of my cunt. "Throw it to me, George," I moaned, "throw it to 
me." 

He did. One moment he was just nestling the head of that over-sized cock 
against the opening of my cunt, the next moment, with a powerful thrust of 
his hips, he was driving it deep into me. 

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, the sound muffled by his shoulder, which I had 
pressed my mouth to. Ohhhhhh, it was so big that it hurt, but I loved the 
mild pain. I'd have killed him if he'd tried to withdraw his cock before 
fucking me with it. 

George caught my legs and spread them as far apart as they'd go, until the 
tendons that held my legs to my torso were stretched taut. His cock was 
filling me as I'd never been filled before and as I doubted I'd ever be 
filled again. "You okay?" he whispered, with his cock snug in my cunt and 
his balls resting against my ass. 

"Ohhhhhhh, baby, if you only knew how good I was," I murmured in reply. 
Experimentally, I humped my cunt up to him a little and was thrilled to find 
that I could cooperate with him as well as I was able to with anybody. 

He pulled back slowly, teasing me with the tempo he'd picked to start the 
fuck. Not that I really minded; I was almost glad that he was giving me a 
chance to get used to having my vagina stretched as much as it was by that 
cock. 

After a few cautious strokes, George seemed satisfied that I was able to 
fuck him without discomfort and he began picking up the tempo with which he 
threw his cock to me. I humped my ass up to meet his downward thrusts and 
gloried in my ability to fuck somebody who was hung as George was. 

My clitoris quivered eagerly against the slick surface of his huge cock each 
time George thrust it into me and I clawed at his back and bit at his 
shoulder as he fucked me harder and harder. I knew it wouldn't be long 
before I started cumming and I was right; just about the time that our 
bellies started slapping together in an audible manner, I felt the welcomed 
fluttering of my cunt and screamed: "OHHHHHHHHHH! Fuck, George, fuckkkkkk!" 

He worked his hands under me and squeezed my ass together as my vagina 
rippled in a series of convulsions along the length of his cock. "Jesus, 
baby, but you're a sweet ball," he murmured. He was still, letting me work 
myself up and down the length of his cunt and I dug it. Oh, boy, did I dig 
it. 

"George," I whispered, "roll over. Let me sit on you and really work out." 

"You really want to?" he gasped. "I love it when a girl rides me that way." 
Even as he spoke he was carrying me above him as he turned and, a moment 
later I was lying atop him, kissing him eagerly as I drew my legs up under 
me and sat up. 

"OOOOOOOOOOOH," I squealed, as I forced his cock a little deeper into my 
cunt. I looked down and watched as I lifted myself; his cock was so big that 
he dragged the interior of my vagina out like a collar around his cock each 
time I rose above him. 

My whole body shuddered each time I thrust down around that fantastic cock, 
drilling it up into me until I was sure it must be three-fourths of the way 
to my throat. George grabbed my tits and caressed them as I worked over him, 
rotating my hips when I was on the upswing and only the head of his cock was 
in me, then rocking them to and fro when all of that huge cock was embedded 
in me. 

As glad as I was that I could take all of such a huge cock, I was also just 
as glad that I'd never have to do so again. A steady diet of cock that big 
would ruin a girl for another cock. But, I determined to enjoy myself as 
much as I could during the time I had George to myself. 

I lifted my knees once so that I was squatting over him, then swiveled 
around, keeping his cock inside me as I did so. Then I was fucking him with 
my back to him and I was able to reach down between his legs and caress his 
oversized balls as I pumped lustily up and down around that straining pole 
of meat. George moaned with appreciation of the sight of my taut ass as it 
bounced up and down and he began to caress it, working his finger into my 
ass-hole as I commenced cumming again. "Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, loving the 
feel of his finger stretching my ass-hole. 

To my surprise George shot off into me just after that. It felt like 
something hitting the entrance to my womb, so forcefully did he cum, and he 
kept cumming until I collapsed, sobbing with pleasure and shuddering 
violently as his jism and my cuntal fluids poured out of my cunt and 
trickled over his balls. 

And the night was still young. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Sam was sitting outside his cabin the next morning, after a fast visit to 
the five camps he served. For once, all he'd had to do was look at how a few 
cuts were healing and he'd finished his treatments in a hurry and gotten 
back to the cabin much sooner than normal. Joyce and Becky had gone into the 
nearest town and he was lounging in a wood and canvas chair that Joyce had 
found somewhere, wearing only a pair of swim trunks, trying to read a book. 

He heard someone coming before they reached his line of vision and he swore 
under his breath, sure that it was someone who was coming to tell him that 
there'd been an accident. 

But, as he looked up, he saw that it was a girl, a young woman actually, 
whom he didn't know. "Yes?" he asked, rising to his feet as she made her way 
toward him. He noticed that she was walking funny. 

"You're the doctor, right?" she asked. 

"Yes," he answered, wondering where she'd come from. He hadn't heard a car 
pull up. 

"I'm Jody Dean, the cook at Camp Winahanee," she said. 

"And you were busy at sick call?" he guessed. "This is something that's not 
connected with the camp," Jody said. "I wouldn't have gone to sick call 
anyway. But, I hope you'll help me and take my check." 

"What seems to be the problem?" Sam asked. "I ... well, it's a long story," 
Jody said, her eyes downcast, as if she were embarrassed. 

"Why don't you come in and tell me about it?" Sam suggested, holding the 
door to his cabin open for her. She proceeded him into his cabin, but 
refused his offer to sit down. "That's the big part of the problem," she 
said. "I can't sit down." 

Sam was intrigued but said nothing. Finally, after waiting a moment, Jody 
continued her story. She told him about finding the various counselors 
having a party, about joining them and taking acid with them, then entering 
into the orgy that had followed. 

"What's the matter?" Sam asked. "Do you want me to see if you caught 
something from one of the guys?" 

"Oh, no, nothing like that," she was quick to assure him. "It's ... well, 
part of it's that I'm sore as hell. I mean, one of those guys had a dong as 
big as my forearm just about. But, the real thing is that I'm bleeding 
anally. Things get pretty hazy when I think back on the latter part of the 
evening, but I think this one guy took me in the ass." 

"Bleeding heavily?" Sam asked, as he opened his bag. 

"No, not really," she replied. 

"Well, let's take a look," he suggested. 

Jody turned her back to him and undid her jeans, then lowered them and her 
panties. At his direction, she lay on the bed, kicked one foot free from her 
jeans and panties and parted the cheeks of her ass. Sam smiled as he noticed 
that she'd gotten hold of a sanitary napkin and taped it against her anus. 

Swiftly he jerked the tape free and discarded the bloody cotton. Trying not 
to notice that she had a well-turned ass, he examined her and informed her 
that a few small capillaries were broken. "I'll put some salve on them and 
insert a roll of cotton," he said, turning away, "that ought to do it." 

After slipping on a rubber glove, he larded one finger with an 
antibacterial, healing unguent and eased the finger into her ass, wiggling 
it around as impersonally as possible and telling himself that it was his 
imagination, that she wasn't breathing harder and fighting to hold her hips 
still as he anointed her. 

"Was it the first time you'd been taken that way?" he asked. 

"Yes," she answered. "Well, I'd let guys play with me there with their 
fingers, you know, when we were making it, but nobody'd ever put their penis 
there." 

"Enjoy it?" he asked, as he stuffed a roll of cotton gauze into the small 
opening to absorb any further blood that might appear, although he'd noted 
that there was barely any bleeding by then. 

"Yes," she whispered, her words muffled because her face was against the 
coverlet of the bed. 

"Well, the next few times you try it, have the guy put some kind of 
petroleum jelly on his cock first. It'll make it easier for him to get in 
and keep the friction from being too rough." He held the gauze in place with 
a single strip of tape and added: "I'd wait a few days before trying sex 
that way again." 

As he straightened and peeled the rubber glove off, Jody rolled over and 
remained on the bed, one leg lifted to ease the pressure on her ass. "Aren't 
you going to check the rest of me out?" she asked, her eyes half-slitted. 

Sam ran his eyes slowly over her body, well aware that there was nothing 
under the T-shirt that she wore but warm flesh. It was only by struggling 
that he kept his cock from snapping erect as his eyes slid over the curve of 
her snatch, which was open for his inspection. 

"Any bleeding from the vagina?" he asked, fighting to keep his voice calm. 

"No, just a little soreness," Jody admitted. 

"Well, it's probably because you were stretched. You did say that one of the 
men was overly generous as far as endowment was concerned?... 

"He was hung like a horse," Jody said. 

"As long as you're not bleeding, there's not much to worry about," Sam told 
her. "like I said, you just took on more than you could handle. Give it a 
couple of days and you'll be in good shape. ' 

"Oh," Jody retorted, making no move to cover herself, "I handled it all 
right, I just regret it now. And, what's wrong with my shape now?" 

"Can you perform the functions you're supposed to?" Sam challenged. 

"It'd hurt, but I could take on anybody that came along," she answered. 
"Want me to prove it?" 

"A good doctor wouldn't do anything that could cause discomfort for a 
patient, unless it was absolutely necessary to prevent more serious pain," 
Sam answered, wanting to turn away from her but unable to as long as she was 
sprawled so invitingly before him. 

"Are you good, doctor?" Jody whispered. Both of them knew she wasn't talking 
about his competence as a man of medicine. 

"I've never had any complaints," Sam answered. 

Jody ran her eyes over him, noting that he seemed strong. He had gentle 
hands and a knowing look in his eyes as he inspected her. She was wise 
enough in the ways of men to that there was more to the look than just a 
doctor's inspection of a patient. 

"Is there anything else?" he asked. 

"I can't think of anything you can do for me, now," she said. 

"Well, when I can do something for you, you know where to find me," he told 
her, as he turned toward the door. 

"Hey, Doc," she called. "What about my bill?" 

"As a camp employee, you're entitled to my services. I don't have to report 
who I treated for what. I'm getting my room and board here and some pocket 
money whether I do anything or not. As a matter-of-fact, I'm kind of glad 
you came over, I was getting tired of treating cuts and insect bites and 
upset stomachs. Just getting something out of the ordinary was payment 
enough." 

"Oh," Jody said, as she pulled her jeans and panties up, "I'll give you 
something out of the ordinary any time I can." 

"Yeah? I'm sure you could," Sam answered. "But don't put yourself to any 
trouble." 

"No trouble," Jody answered. "I'm not about to get in trouble." 

"Well, if you want to come over and talk sometime. I'm always glad to have 
somebody," Sam murmured, as he held the door open for her. 

Although the door was wide enough for her to pass him without contact, Jody 
brushed against him as she went outside. "It's a deal," she said. "You'll 
get me." 

They both knew they weren't talking about conversation. 

Sam watched her walking back to the camp, wondering if the enticing wiggle 
of her rump was exaggerated for his benefit or not. Something suggested to 
him that, while the girl had been around, she wasn't as easy as she might 
have seemed to someone who had only the way she'd acted with him as a guide. 

Well, that didn't matter to him. He had no objections to dating a girl a 
couple of times before bedding her. On the other hand, he had a strong 
enough ego to allow him to accept a girl who dropped her panties and fucked 
him on the first date by telling himself that the way she acted with him 
wasn't the way she'd act with every man that came along. 

And, he knew that he hadn't seen the last of Jody Dean. She had made it 
clear that she was interested in him, maybe more interested than he was in 
her. 

Try as he might, he couldn't get her out of his mind. The picture of her 
sprawled on his bed, her legs spread and her feet braced against the frame 
so her knees were raised, stayed in his mind. He wondered if she knew how 
difficult it had been for him to avoid making a pass at her then. She 
would've welcomed it, he was sure. 

Sam had fucked a couple of girls in the ass, usually when they were having 
their period and didn't want to fuck the regular way, but, also during a 
couple of heavy affairs, when he and the girl had been in the early stages 
of involvement and trying everything they could think of. Sam, when he 
fucked a woman in the ass, whether she was used to having a cock there or 
not, wore a lubricated rubber; it made it easier to get his cock into her 
and saved time for he didn't have to wash afterward, he could just peel the 
rubber off and fuck her some other way. 

No matter how he tried to get back into his book, he couldn't; no matter how 
he tried to think of other things, there was one image that kept crowding 
everything else from his mind. 

"Goddamnit," Sam growled, rising to his feet. His cock was straining in his 
swim trunks, straining and demanding attention. With another curse, Sam 
entered his cabin and poured himself a drink. It did no good. 

The only thing he could think of was Jody Dean on her hands and knees, her 
sweetly curved ass high in the air. Maybe she'd thought she was going to get 
fucked dog-fashion, but he was willing to bet that when she felt the hard 
cock probing at her anus, she hadn't minded. Sure, she'd been on acid, but 
he was willing to bet she wouldn't have minded if she'd been straight. 

He could picture the look of eager, no, of wanton, anticipation that must 
have crossed her face as the man behind her held her hips and pushed his 
cock at the tiny opening of her ass-hole. He'd bet she'd thrust her ass back 
at him, straining, as he must have been straining, to get the cock in her 
virginal ass-hole. 

Sam's imagination began working harder. He could almost hear Jody's moans of 
pleasure-pain as the man, whoever he was, worked his cock against the tight 
anal sphincter. He could hear the man's heavy breathing, could hear the 
grunts and groans as they struggled to affix the connection. 

With a groan of his own, Sam closed and latched the cabin door, then dropped 
his swim trunks to his ankles. His cock, hard and demanding relief, sprang 
out, and he wrapped his hand around it and began to pump. 

Had Jody screamed when her anal sphincter was finally breached? Or had she 
bitten her lower lip and humped her ass back harder, enjoying the pain that 
came with the stretching of her ass-hole to accommodate the driving cock? 

From the way she'd acted with him, he doubted if she'd screamed, except in 
pleasure. She'd probably taken the cock up her ass to the sounds of moans 
and whimpers and gasps, humping her ass back as the hard cock drove deeper 
and deeper into her ass-hole. 

The image was almost so vivid that he could imagine he was in the room as 
Jody got her ass fucked for the first time. He could picture the man 
reaching under her shuddering body, grabbing her dangling tits with one 
hand, thrusting a couple of fingers up her swampy, well-fucked cunt, 
masturbating her, stroking her tits and her clitoris as he humped his cock 
into her ass, grunting and drooling with pleasure at the tightness of her 
ass around his cock. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Sam groaned, moving his hand faster on his throbbing cock. 
Christ, he was going to have to get his cock into Jody's cunt; there was no 
way around it, if he ever got a chance to fuck her, he would. And he was 
going to do everything he could to get a chance. 

His cum spurted from his cock and he collapsed from the crouch he'd been in, 
letting his cum jet into the air and land on his belly. "Ohhhhhhhhh," he 
moaned, squeezing his cock harder as he ejaculated the last spurt of jism. 
He couldn't remember when he had wanted a . woman as much as he wanted Jody 
Dean. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Ready, Jody?" Sam asked as he rose from the chair in the Riley's living 
room to greet the girl who was entering the room: 

"Yep," she answered, whirling to display her outfit, a simple dress with low 
neck and back and a slightly flaring skirt. She'd pulled her hair back into 
a ponytail and donned a little make-up, but she was far from looking like a 
sophisticate. 

He had waited a couple of days after examining her, although it had been 
hard. Then he'd stopped by the mess hall and bummed a cup of coffee after 
giving a course in simple first aid. It was something he was doing at all 
the camps, spending an hour each day with the kids, teaching them how to 
react to an emergency. He had thought up the idea himself, to give him 
something more to do. 

"Cream and sugar?" Jody had asked, as she'd poured two cups from the 
blue-enameled percolator. 

"One sugar, heavy on the cream," he'd answered. 

She'd carried the cups over to the table where he'd seated himself and he 
noticed she was walking without any apparent signs of soreness. "Everything 
okay?" he'd asked. 

"Yes," she'd answered, refusing to look him in the eye. He had wondered if 
she might not have been still a little under the influence of the acid, for 
she seemed much more demure than she had when she'd visited him. 

"Good coffee," he'd murmured, as he'd sipped from the cup. 

"You didn't come in to talk to me about coffee, did you?" she asked. 

"No, I was wondering when you got through here?" he answered. 

"Why?" 

"Well, if it's early enough, we could get into town in time to catch the 
movie." 

She was silent for a moment. "I think I can be ready to be out of here by 
then," she'd said. 

They'd made the arrangements and he'd walked back across the road to his 
cabin, whistling to himself. Maybe she wouldn't let him get into her pants 
tonight, but he thought there was a fifty-fifty chance of that. And, if he 
didn't, he was sure he would the next time he took her out. There was no 
question in his mind as to whether he took her out again or not; whether she 
fucked him tonight or not, he'd want to take her out again. 

Now, as she slipped her hand in his and they walked to his car, Sam again 
had the feeling that this was more than just a casual date. He'd always had 
the ability to know, before he fucked a girl even, whether she was going to 
be a one-night stand or someone whom he was going to fuck often. He 
suspected he might see Jody when they were back in New York. 

"You were late, you know,' she said, after he'd held the door to the car for 
her, then moved around to seat himself behind the wheel. 

"Your watch must be wrong, ' he replied. "The radio said I was a few minutes 
early.' He started the car and backed carefully onto the road, then 
accelerated in the direction of town. 

"I wasn't talking about tonight, Jody said, dancing her eyes across him. "I 
was expecting you to ask me for a date yesterday." 

He chuckled. "What are you, a witch?' 

"Just somebody who knows when a man wants her. Incidentally, thanks for not 
taking advantage of my desire the other day. I'd have fucked you if you'd 
asked me, but it wouldn't have been very good for me." 

There was a wide shoulder just ahead and Sam pulled the car to a hard stop. 
"Come here," he said, turning to face her. 

"I thought we were going to a movie," Jody murmured as she slid across the 
seat, raising her arms to encircle his neck in the process. 

"Would you care if we weren't?" Sam asked, tangling his hands in her 
ponytail and tilting her head back. 

"No," she admitted. "But, I'd have liked it better if you'd just asked me to 
go somewhere and fuck you, instead of playing games with me. You know I'm 
going to fuck you if you want me to," she added. 

"And I'm going to take you to the movies," Sam said. "I made sure we'd have 
enough time to make a stop to get acquainted; like this." 

His mouth came down on hers and her lips were rubbery and open, eager to 
accept his tongue across them. Sam slid his tongue back and forth across her 
full lips until Jody surged upward, her mouth sinking under his as she 
strained to get his tongue into her mouth. Her full tits pressed against his 
chest as she kissed him greedily, sucking on his tongue when he slid it into 
her mouth. Their hands roamed up and down the other's back and she slung one 
leg across his, not caring that her skirt rode high onto her thighs as she 
did so. 

Sam was a little surprised that she was wearing a bra. Then he understood 
and smiled to himself. She'd planned to fuck him, but she was going to make 
him take his time about getting her. Okay, he thought, I'll do the full 
make-out bit. I'll make you good and hot before fucking you. I'll make you 
so hot that you'll beg me to fuck you. 

They necked for a couple of minutes and he was pleased to note that her tits 
were heaving slightly when he drew back from her and pushed her toward her 
side of the seat. 

"Bastard," she whispered softly, making it a term of endearment. "Get me all 
hot and then stop." 

"You aren't that turned on, are you?" he asked, chuckling. 

"Want to bet?" she retorted. She lifted her ass from the seat and pulled her 
skirt up to her belly so he could see her crotch. Her panties, where they 
were in contact with her cunt, were a darker color than they were across her 
belly and he knew that was because they were wet. 

Slowly, for he didn't want to rush things between them, he slid his hand 
along her thigh and worked two fingers under the narrow crotch band, then 
drew them over the puffy lips of her cunt, collecting moisture, which he 
sniffed and licked when he'd removed his fingers from her squishy twat. Jody 
leaned back against the door, smiling at him and the expression of pleasure 
that crossed his face as he smelled and tasted her cuntal fluids. 
"Mmmmmmmmmm," he sighed, in approval. 

"Hope you like Westerns," he said, as he put the car in gear and started 
toward town. 

"As long as a lot of people get shot," she answered. "I'm not a violent 
person and I'd probably fight like hell if I was ever with a man who wanted 
to beat me or anything, but I like Westerns where they're always shooting 
somebody." 

It was one of those Westerns, a film made in Spain where the leading 
character was a drifter who killed for hire. By the end of the film, he'd 
wiped out the small ranchers in a valley for the owner of the biggest spread 
in the territory, then, just for kicks, after collecting from the man, he 
shot him, leaving him paralyzed. The leading character's expression didn't 
change throughout the film, except for one scene when he ordered eggs cooked 
hard and the yellows ran as he stuck a fork in them. He grimaced in disgust, 
stubbed his cigar out in the eggs and shot the waitress. 

There was a bar across the street from the theater and Jody made no protest 
when Sam steered her over to it. For another half hour they sat there, 
sipping drinks. Finally she looked at him and said: "Let's get out of here." 

"Are you in a hurry?" he teased, although he signaled for their check. 

"I was in a hurry to fuck you when you picked me up," she replied. "I told 
you, I'd have fucked you the other day, if you'd asked me to. I mean, you 
didn't have to take me to the movies to get me to fuck you." 

"Isn't it better this way?" Sam asked as he slipped his arm around her waist 
and they walked to the door. "Doesn't it make sex better when you know the 
person you're fucking doesn't think of you as just somebody to fuck?" 

"Yeah," Jody agreed. "But, what's a movie? So you've spent four or five 
dollars? And, you knew you didn't have to. Maybe four or five dollars isn't 
a lot to you. I remember a guy I went out with once, an older guy, in his 
late thirties; he spent fifty dollars that night and didn't even try to fuck 
me. All he wanted was for me to hold his cock between my tits and let him 
beat it off there, then he went down on me and ate me until I'd cum about 
three times. I mean, I'd have fucked him if he'd wanted to fuck me. And not 
because he'd spent fifty dollars on me. A guy could spend a hundred dollars 
on me in one night and I wouldn't fuck him just because of the money he 
spent. I've fucked guys that've spent less than a dollar on me." 

"I know what you mean," Sam assured her. "It's how you relate to the person, 
not what they do to impress you. But, it works the same way for a guy. 
There's girls that I'll date half-a-dozen times before we end up in bed, 
just like there're girls that I wouldn't take out after the first time, no 
matter how good in bed they proved themselves to be on the first date. A guy 
picks up a girl in a singles bar and lays her that night and he might give 
her a phony name and ignore that bar because he didn't want to see her 
again, or he might date a girl and not try to fuck her until she did 
something that told him she wanted to fuck him." 

They were in the car and Jody threw her arms around him, kissing him 
hungrily as she ran one hand across the nape of his neck and squeezed his 
cock with the other. But, when she started to open his fly, he moved his 
hand away and pushed her, gently but firmly, away from him. "Let's not rush 
it," he said. "We don't have to fuck in the car. We can go to my cabin and 
use the bed. Or, I can take you straight back to camp and drop you, we can 
neck in the car or on the porch for a while and I'll say good night." 

"What is it with you?" she asked. 

"I've got a pretty good idea that we'll enjoy each other in bed," Sam 
replied. "Maybe I want to find out what we'd be like the rest of the time. I 
mean, no matter how good sex is between two people, after a day or so of 
nothing but fucking and eating each other, it gets to be mechanical. 'Let's 
try the position on page 41 of this book now,"Why don't you stand on your 
head and I'll stick it in from behind you?' 

"I've been with girls that were like that. All I could stand was the sex 
part of it. If we weren't fucking or sleeping, I wanted to get away. Then 
there was a girl that I went with for almost a year, when I was a pre-med 
student. She wouldn't bring me off with her mouth and there were only two 
positions she'd let me fuck her in, when she was flat on her back and I was 
atop her, or when we were lying on our sides. There were nights when I slept 
with her and we didn't fuck at all." 

Jody was silent for most of the ride back to the cabin. But she finally 
said: "I ought to tell you, there's a guy at home I'm kind of going with. I 
mean, I don't know whether you're looking for just somebody to do a thing 
with this summer or whether you were thinking of keeping it going when we 
get back to the city." 

"Well," Sam replied. "If we do a thing this summer and it's good enough, we 
both might want to keep it going when we get home. If you're only 'kind of 
going with' this guy, he's got to take his chances, doesn't he?" 

"That's true," Jody answered. 

They were at the road junction. Sam could either turn in behind the 
MacKinzie house and park next to his cabin or drive to the camp. He seemed 
to hesitate and Jody caught his arm. "Please," she whispered, "I want to 
fuck you. I want to fuck you tonight." 

It was more than enough encouragement for him. He turned to the left and 
parked next to the cabin he was using. Before he could start around the car 
to open her door, she was out of it and moving toward him. They met in the 
darkness and she pressed herself to him fully as her mouth sought his. 

For several minutes they stood there, pouring their tongues into the others 
mouth. Sam's hands roamed up and down her back, then centered on her ass as 
she rubbed her hips against him. He could tell she was hot, that she was in 
need of a good fuck. Finally he pulled back from her a little and whispered: 
"Let's go inside." 

As soon as the door closed behind them, he heard the rasp of a zipper and 
knew she was starting to undress. "Wait," he whispered urgently. "I want to 
undress you." 

"Okay," she answered. He turned on the lamp between the beds, then draped a 
shirt over it to reduce the glare to a soft glow. "Come here," he whispered, 
holding out his arms and Jody, who'd slipped out of her shoes, almost ran to 
him. 

Again they kissed greedily. He loved the way her mouth was so mobile against 
his as she rubbed her lips against his lips, let her mouth sink open when 
his tongue shot forward, drove it back into his mouth and followed it with 
her own tongue. He had his hands on her resilient ass, holding her tightly 
to him, feeling her tits mashing against his chest, feeling her loins 
pressing against his hard cock. He wanted to throw her on the bed, rip off 
her pants and fuck her as hard as he could, but he didn't. He wanted the 
slow, easy build-up more. 

Slowly he sank to a sitting position, then lay back, bringing her with him. 
Jody squirmed around until her feet were on the bed, rolled onto her back as 
he stretched out next to her, his chest on her tits, his legs next to hers. 
The kiss hadn't been broken. 

"I ... I'd better get my dress off," she whispered, when he moved his lips 
across her face to her ear. "It wrinkles." 

Reluctantly he released her and let her slip to her feet. But he drew the 
zipper of the dress down, then caught the hem and started lifting it, 
running his hands along the outer side of her thighs and over her hips as he 
lifted the dress. 

The heels of his hands brushed against the straining white cloth of her bra 
as he lifted the dress higher and she raised her arms over her head to let 
him get the dress off. 

As she tossed the dress onto the other bed, Sam caught her around the waist 
and drew her over until she was standing next to the bed. His hands flexed 
against her full ass as he pressed his mouth to her belly, then nuzzled his 
face against her thighs. She was hot, his nose told him that and he loved 
the sweet smell of her wet cunt. Oh, he thought, Fm going to have fun eating 
you. 

But he wasn't ready to get his face against her naked cunt yet. Once more 
they stretched out on the bed. Then Jody pushed him to his back. "Why don't 
you strip to your shorts?" she suggested. "Or, why don't you let me strip 
you to your shorts now?" Even as she spoke, her fingers were busy 
unbuttoning his shirt. 

When it was open, he sat up and slipped it off as she removed his shoes and 
socks. Then she undid his belt and opened his trousers and he lifted his 
hips, letting her draw the trousers off. She ran her mouth over his chest, 
tongued out his navel and licked at his thighs as she worked the trousers 
down to his feet and off. 

"I think I'd have been fucking, or eating or being eaten, with anybody else 
by now," she said, as she crouched at his feet. Her eyes were wide with 
excitement and he could tell she was really hot by the way her tits were 
heaving in her bra. 

"Isn't it better this way?" he asked, holding out his arms to her. 

"It's driving me up the walls," she answered, "but, you're right. I'd 
forgotten how much fun you could have getting ready to fuck or suck." 

Jody lay atop him, grinding her hips against the thick bulge of his cock as 
he worked his hands up and down her thighs or played with the taut mounds of 
her ass. Her legs were outside of his and he could feel the heat of her cunt 
even though both of them had their loins covered. Slowly he ran his hands up 
her sides, making her shudder at the contact. 

They rolled until she was on her back and he was above her. His mouth closed 
with hers as he worked his hands between them and began squeezing her tits 
through the soft cloth of her bra. Her nipples were swollen and she raised 
her knees into the air, rubbing her nylon-covered cunt against his 
cotton-covered prick. Sam was sure that they'd both cum with his first 
thrust into her; if they didn't cum before then. 

"Pla ... play with ... my titties," she groaned, as his mouth slid over her 
throat. He slipped his hands under her and undid the catch on the strapless 
bra, then tossed it aside, catching her full tits in his hands and squeezing 
them as he licked at her shoulders. Jody's hands were moving over his back, 
stroking him as she squirmed under him. "Ohhhhhhh, you bastard," she moaned. 

Sam kissed her again, sucking her tongue into his mouth and holding it there 
as he drew his legs up until he was crouched over her. He ran his fingers 
over her tits, squeezed them individually, pressed them together, circled 
her nipples with his fingers. 

There was no longer any contact between his cock and her cunt, but she 
didn't try to get him stretched out over her again. She ran one hand along 
his belly and under the elastic of his shorts, caught his cock in her hand 
and ran her nails along the underside of it as she rolled the head under her 
heel of her hand. From the way her ass was bouncing about on the bed, Sam 
knew she was close to cumming. 

He caught her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and pinched, 
making her moan with pleasure against his demanding mouth. 

Again he pinched and a shudder swept over her body. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned, 
wrestling her mouth free of his. "I ... I ... I ... Ohhhhhhhhhh! I never ... 
came ... this way ... before." 

She was hotter than he'd thought and she was getting him hotter than he'd 
expected to be at this stage of the game. As he ran his mouth onto her tits 
and began licking the heaving mounds, he caught the elastic of her bikini 
panties and began working them over the flare of her hips, Jody arched her 
ass off the bed to make it easier for him and began lowering his shorts at 
the same time. 

When his shorts and her panties were to the knees, he drew one leg from his 
shorts, hooked his foot in her panties and swept them over her calves. She 
kicked them free, just as he was kicking his jockey shorts free. 

"Goddddddd," Jody moaned as he sucked almost all of her tit into his mouth 
and slashed his tongue across the nipple. Her areolas had swollen, seeming 
to diminish the length of her nipples, but he knew how far they could extend 
when she was hot. 

Now Sam shifted his legs and forced hers together. He lowered himself to 
her, resting his cock in the crack between her thighs as he sucked greedily 
at her tits and wormed his hands under her to squeeze her ass. Jody's head 
was lolling back and forth on the pillow and she was raking at his back with 
her nails, drawing blood, as she moaned and whimpered, impatient for his 
hand or his cock to make contact with her cunt. "Bastard, bastard, bastard," 
she groaned. 

Finally he took pity on her and let her slide her legs apart. Still, he 
didn't reach for her cunt. He drew one hand from under her squirming ass and 
trailed it up and down the inner surface of her thighs until she was 
whimpering almost brokenly. She had one leg thrown out almost perpendicular 
to her body and her cunt 'Was open to him, as open as she could get it. 
"Bassssstaaaarrddddd," she moaned, "play with me. Stick your fingers in my 
cunt and let me cum again if you're not gonna fuck me yet." 

He had told himself he was going to make her beg and she was begging. Sam 
cupped his hand over her cunt, ground the heel against her swollen mons 
veneris and fluttered his fingers against the wide-open snatch, feeling the 
gooey wetness of her cuntal juices on the hot flesh of her sweet young 
pussy. It was all he could do to refrain from jamming his cock into her and 
fucking her like a madman. 

"You ... you're driving me crazy," Jody moaned, dragging his head up until 
she could slam her mouth against his. Her tongue drove into his mouth and 
she shuddered again as he made her cum for the second time. 

Sam got her cunt-lips between his fingers and squeezed them. Jody's ass was 
bouncing up and down and her hips rocked from side to side. He wondered how 
many times she could cum at once and rammed a couple of fingers into her 
clammy vagina, making her gasp as her body arched away from the bed. 

Then he remembered that she'd said something about liking a finger up her 
ass. He wet his little finger in her vagina and began tickling the anal 
sphincter, not trying to penetrate her yet. To his surprise, she began to 
press back at his finger, as if seeking to get him to finger-fuck her ass. 
As he eased the finger in, she grew wilder, raking harder at his back with 
her nails, grinding her lips against his until the insides of their lips 
were hard against the teeth. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned, loud enough for him to 
hear even with their mouths fused as tightly as they were. 

She'd been cumming every time he thrust his wedged fingers into her cunt, 
her vagina muscles rippling convulsively as her ass humped up to meet the 
descending fingers. Now she grabbed for his cock and began pumping on it 
hungrily. Her actions seemed to be saying that if he didn't want to cum as a 
result of her hand on his cock, he'd better get his cock into her and fast. 

He brushed her hand away, drew his fingers from her vagina and poised with 
the head against the entrance to her cunt. For a moment he stayed like that 
and then he lifted his mouth from hers and looked down at her as he held 
himself up on his elbows. She tried pushing herself up around his cock but 
he raised his hips as she raised hers. 

"Wha ... wha ... what are ... trying ... to do ... to me?" she whimpered. "I 
... can't ... stand this, Sam." Her face was contorted with lust and he 
could see tears at the corners of her eyes, tears that were more the result 
of frustration than anything else. "Please," she moaned, "please, fuck me. 
FUCCCKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEE!" 

Covering her mouth with his to prevent her from screaming again, he did just 
that. His thick cock slid easily into her hot cunt and she threw her legs 
high around him, hooking her ankles across the top of his back to get all of 
his cock into her as far as it would go. 

Although he'd tried to keep as calm as possible during the time he'd spent 
exciting her and satisfying her manually, the few times that Jody had played 
with his cock had gotten him so hot that, as he felt the head of his cock 
nudge the opening of her womb, he also felt the familiar rush of jism from 
his balls along the length of his cock. 

"Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned, "cummmmmmmmming, baby; I'm cummmmmmmmming." 

His jism shot into her and he felt her vagina rippled convulsively against 
her wildly throbbing cock as the feel of his cum spewing into her made her 
start cumming again. Her body arched off the bed until only her shoulders 
and heels were on the mattress and she bit at his shoulders as he continued 
to pour his load into her steaming twat. 

A moment later they collapsed, heaving, against each other. 

"OHHHHHHH!" Jody gasped, as she felt him start to move. 

He grinned at the surprise in her voice but he was a little surprised 
himself. Normally, after cumming that hard, he wouldn't have been able to 
start fucking for a minute or so, but his hips were rising, almost as if of 
their own volition, and he kissed her hard as he began to fuck her again. 

Sam drew back until just the head of his cock was in her, then slid forward 
slowly. Jody let her legs move down until they were entwined with his, as if 
she knew he had to fuck her slowly for a while and wanted to help him take 
it as easy as he could. 

Each time he slid it into her she humped her ass up to meet him and his 
balls slapped gently against her ass-hole as he bore down into her greedy 
cunt. "Ohhhhhhh, baby you're so good," he moaned against her ear. 

"Don't talk, fuck," she grunted, punctuating her plea with a snapping of her 
hips. 

Sam recognized the value of her advice. He'd have plenty of time to tell her 
how good she was after they'd exhausted themselves from this fuck. The truth 
of the matter was that it had been a long time since he'd had his cock in 
anybody that was as good as this girl writhing under his hammering body. 
Joyce MacKinzie was a fantastic lay, but she wasn't as good as Jody Dean, 
not by a long shot. 

His cock rode steadily in and out of her cunt, making her gasp and shudder 
as her head rolled back and forth across the pillow. When he lifted himself 
to look at her, he saw that her mouth was slack, her nostrils flared and her 
eyes rolled back into her head until only the whites showed. She was 
enjoying herself, there was no doubt about that. Jody was in the transports 
of lust and loving every minute of it. 

In fact, she was so in the transports of lusts that she didn't think she 
could stand to cum many more times. Each climax was so strong, and each was 
stronger, that she was sure she was going to have to beg him to quit. In her 
entire life, she'd called a halt to her sexual activity only twice, but she 
hadn't regretted it either time, and she wouldn't regret it now. 

"Sammmmmmm," she moaned, "I ... I ... can't any more. Not ... for ... a 
while. I'll go crazy if I cum again." 

He pulled his juicy dick out of her and held her tightly to him, stroking 
her tits and ass and thighs until she stopped shuddering and her breathing 
returned to normal. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"You ought to wear a sign warning girls about you, you bastard," I told Sam 
Ward when I could finally talk coherently. "I thought I'd been fucked 
before, but it was never like that. Even the guy I told you about, the one 
with the cock like a horse's, never made me feel the way I feel now." 

"Maybe it's because everybody else was just fucking you and I was trying to 
make love with you," he answered. 

I buried my face against his sweaty chest and my shoulders shook a little as 
I cried. It was one of the nicest things anybody had ever said to me. I 
wouldn't have believed him if he'd said he loved me, for I didn't believe in 
love-at-first-sight. But he had said he was trying to make love with me and 
I knew there was a big difference between what he'd said and what most guys 
meant when they told a girl they'd fucked, or were fucking, that they loved 
her. They meant that they loved the fact that they had their cocks in the 
girl's cunt; Sam meant he cared about me as a person. 

When I was recovered, he pulled away from me and padded out of the room, 
returning a moment later with a cool, damp cloth that he used to sponge out 
my crotch. I lit a couple of cigarettes and he took one, as I propped myself 
up on the pillows. Sam mixed a couple of drinks and sat on the edge of the 
bed, running his eyes over my nakedness, which I displayed brazenly, I'm 
afraid. 

"What made you decide to spend your summer up here?" I asked. 

He told me about how he hadn't been able to decide between going into 
practice with a couple of older friends who were already established or 
whether he wanted to do a couple of years of public health work and how his 
uncle, who owned the camp where Mimi was employed, had arranged the job for 
him. "It's almost a vacation," he explained. "Roger figured I could use a 
break after the grind, but I found out I like working. I don't know how to 
be lazy. I started that first-aid course because I was getting bored with 
nothing to do." 

Then, of course, I asked him about his family and he asked me about mine. We 
must have spent an hour just talking, sipping our drinks and smoking 
cigarettes, although Sam didn't smoke as much as I did, since he preferred 
cigars and had run out. 

About the only thing we didn't talk about, during that first interlude, was 
Tom and why I was working at camp. And, when Sam asked me about the guy I 
was going with, I said: "I'd rather not talk about him now, not with you. 
Maybe later I'll tell you about him. But I don't want to even think about 
him now." The thing was, if I told him about Tom, I might have ended up 
telling him about the campers I'd fucked and, even now that I knew that a 
man could fuck me better than a boy could ever hope to, I was afraid he 
would think I was a cheap slut or hate me. 

"Well, if I had my druthers," I said, keeping it light, "I'd like to go down 
on you until you cum in my mouth." 

"Before, after or during the time I'm eating you?" he asked. 

There was no need for me to think twice about the answer. "Before," I said. 

He waved his hand at his crotch as he swung his legs a little further apart. 
"Be my guest," he told me. 

I rose to my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing back to the 
bed as I kissed him greedily. Sam played with my tits as I moved my lips 
over his face and nudged his legs until he swung them off the bed. 

Slowly I worked my way down his chest. It really turned him on, I 
discovered, to have his nipples sucked and I even bit at them. He was the 
only man I'd ever met that liked someone to work on his nipples. 

Finally I slid off the bed and knelt between his legs. His cock had started 
to swell a little, but it was a long way from being hard. That didn't 
matter, I stuffed it all in my mouth and sucked on it lovingly. Within 
seconds, it started to swell and it didn't take long until he was as hard as 
he'd been when we'd first started making out. 

I let his cock slip out of my mouth then and began working my lips around 
his belly, licking and sucking at that place next to his pelvic bone where 
some men are extra sensitive. Sam was one of them and I was glad that I 
could make him gasp in pleasure as I mouthed him there. 

My lips traveled over his upper thighs and onto his balls. Even though he'd 
come once, his balls were still big and I licked every inch of them before 
taking one into my mouth and sucking on it wantonly. While I was doing all 
that, I'd been moving the foreskin of his cock back and forth gently, not 
trying to jerk him off, just adding to his pleasure. 

People, men, have told me I was a great cock-sucker. I guess maybe I am, I 
know I love working on a hard cock with my mouth. Hell, I like any kind of 
sex. At least, I've liked everything I've ever done. 

After I'd gotten Sam's balls good and wet with my mouth, I shifted and 
worked my lips lower, until I was licking the crack of his ass and across 
the crease where his buttocks joined his thighs. He was squirming a little 
by then and every so often he'd moan with delight when I did something that 
hit a nerve. 

Remembering what I'd done to Lennie, I circled his ass-hole a few times with 
my tongue, then started sucking on it as I jabbed the tip of my tongue 
against the puckered flesh. To my surprise, my tongue started entering him. 
Apparently, somebody had used their mouth on his ass before, for I was able 
to get my tongue as far up his ass-hole as it would go without gagging me 
and he loved it, I can tell you that. He almost went crazy when I 
tongue-fucked his ass-hole. 

I didn't do it long, however. Not because I objected to it, I mean, if it 
had bothered me to stick my tongue up his ass, I wouldn't have done it to 
begin with. No, the reason I stopped was he said if I did it too long, he 
was afraid he'd cum. And I didn't want him to cum that way. I wanted his 
cock to be deep in my mouth when he shot off. And I wanted him to be begging 
me to finish him when I finally took his jism. I'd recognized what he'd been 
doing when he'd played with me until I'd been ready to go up the walls and I 
wanted him to see what it was like to be on the other end of that kind of 
action. 

I licked the shaft of his cock next, rubbing the tip of my tongue up and 
down the underside until he'd groan, then shifting to the less sensitive 
portion. Only after he was glistening as wetly as he'd been when he pulled 
out of my cunt did I turn my attention to the head. 

Now I began using my teeth, nibbling at the coronal ridge until Sam's hands 
were tightly clenched fists. At this point I licked heavily at the head of 
his cock, slapping my tongue against the end before slipping it into my 
mouth and churning it in my jaws. 

Because I'd sucked so many cocks, I could sense when I was starting to get 
to a man and, as soon as I noted the signs in Sam, I returned my attention 
to the shaft of his cock, pressing my lips to the underside and sucking 
gently as I moved my lips up and down. 

Kneeling, as I was, I could watch his face. His jaw was clenched and I 
realized that he knew what I was doing and that he was fighting me. Fight 
all you want, baby, I thought, I'm going to make you beg me to finish you. 

I did, although I had to give him the best blow-job I'd ever given anybody. 
I let my imagination go wild as I recalled everything I'd ever done to any 
cock that had produced pleasure in the man I was sucking off. I took the 
head of Sam's cock in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could, than lifted my 
head and blew across the end. I'd take all of his cock into my mouth and 
squeeze the head in my throat by swallowing. I'd bob my head rapidly until 
he was about to cum, then switch to something else. Beads of sweat appeared 
on his forehead but he managed to refrain from asking me to finish him for a 
long time. 

What finally made him surrender was when I started nibbling on his cock as 
it went into my mouth. I'd let a tiny bit enter and then press my teeth 
against him, let a little more in and bite again. I didn't bite hard enough 
to hurt him, but the alternation of pressure and nothing was effective. 

"Uncle," he moaned, "uncle, uncle." With that, I started sucking him 
wantonly, bobbing my head up and down with my lips tight around his shaft. 
In seconds he was shooting his jism into my mouth and I jammed a finger up 
his ass as I swallowed the creamy gobs of cum he was spraying from his 
throbbing cock and sucked to get more. Only after he'd stopped shooting off 
did I lift my head. 

"Come here," he murmured weakly. I lay above him, rubbing his wet cock 
between our bellies as we kissed deeply. 

Finally he rolled me over and began moving his lips down my body. "After 
you've made me cum," I whispered, "I want you to fuck me again." 

"Okay," he promised. What he didn't know was that I'd had a hand in my cunt 
the whole time I'd been blowing him and I wasn't going to last long under 
what I was sure was going to be his experienced mouth. There was no way, I 
figured, that anybody that could work me the way Sam had, could not be a 
great cuntlapper. 

He proved to be so good that it took me longer to cum than I had thought it 
would. But, part of that was because he must have sensed that I'd been 
finger-fucking myself. He didn't use his mouth on my clitoris or vagina for 
several minutes either, which helped him prolong the time he was working on 
my cunt. 

The first thing he did was lick the outside of it, running the tip of his 
tongue along the outer edge of my cunt-lips several times. Then he 
tongue-fucked my ass-hole, the way I'd done his. That almost made me cum, 
but he stopped just in time and kissed the whole length of my cunt with his 
lips together, just pecking at it until I was forced to grab his head and 
hold it in one place. Unfortunately, when I got his mouth pressed tightly to 
me, he was able to lick at me between my clit and vagina and, while it was 
sensational, it didn't bring me off. 

Nor did I cum when he moved his mouth to my vagina, for he didn't 
tongue-fuck me, he just sucked at me until my ass was squirming in his hands 
as I whimpered and panted. 

Sam proved to be a great guy though, for he realized how badly I needed to 
cum and he sucked hard at my clitoris for a moment until I got started, then 
he tongue-fucked me until I was sobbing, it was so good. 

I hadn't even stopped cumming when he jumped to his feet and drove his cock 
into me. The bed was high enough that he could fuck me without my having to 
stick pillows under my ass and he fucked me hard, the way a man can after 
he's cum a couple of times and still has a hard-on. He'd draw all the way 
back, until I'd gasp from fear that he was going to pull all the way out, 
then he'd run his cock into me as hard as he could and, once he was fully 
embedded, he'd squeeze his buttocks, making his cock jump about inside my 
twat until I was clawing at the sheets as my head whipped to and fro. 

Sam didn't neglect my tits either. Most of the time he just stroked or 
squeezed them, but he'd lean forward now and then and suck greedily at them 
as he fed his cock into my rippling belly. 

From the floor, my feet rose and locked around the small of his back. Then 
he caught my thighs and pushed my legs up until my feet were locked behind 
his neck. A short time after that he bent my legs back until my knees were 
resting on my tits. He leaned forward and we kissed hungrily, swapping 
tongues as he drove in and out of my hot, swampy cunt with that sweet cock 
of his. 

His hands were working against my ass and I thrilled when he shoved his 
middle finger into my ass-hole. Then he started fucking my ass with his 
finger and the feeling that produced reduced me to babbling, it was so good 
having a finger running in and out of my ass when his cock was running in 
and out of my sloppy cunt. 

"Sam, Sam," I gasped, "do ... do you want to fuck me in the ass?" 

"Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?" he asked. 

"Ohhhhhh, yessssss," I moaned, "yessssss, darling. I want you to fuck me 
every way you can think of." 

He pulled his juicy cock out of my cunt and I started to turn over so he 
could get it to my ass-hole. But he stopped me and straddled me, laying his 
cock between my tits. I smiled at him and pressed them together so he had 
something to fuck. It wasn't anything I'd want to do all the time, but the 
feel of his slippery cock rubbing between my tits was a pleasant one. 

Then he left the bed. "Stretch out," he said. I did as directed, then 
watched as he put lots of lubricant on his fingers and worked it into my 
ass. By the time he was through, he was running two fingers in and out of my 
ass without difficulty and I was humping my ass up to them, so good did it 
feel. There was no pain at all and I figured that Maurey had broken me in 
good when he'd gotten that last cherry of mine. 

Sam slipped a rubber over his cock and explained why he used them if he was 
going to fuck a girl in the ass. The idea made a lot of sense to me for I 
was hoping he'd fuck me in the cunt again before we stopped. 

I spread the cheeks of my ass for him and waiting, tensing a little as I 
felt the head of his cock nudge my anal sphincter. 

"Easy, baby, easy," he whispered. He brushed the hair away from the nape of 
my neck and kissed me there until I relaxed. 

With a sudden thrust he entered me. He stopped as soon as the head of his 
cock was buried in my ass, but I wiggled my hips and humped my ass up to 
him. "It doesn't hurt at all," I assured him, and I was telling the truth. 
The only thing I felt was a deep heat and pleasure. 

Slowly he worked his way into my ass-hole, caressing my tits and cunt as he 
did so. Finally I felt his balls rubbing at my vagina and knew he was fully 
in my ass. "Ohhhhhhhh, Sammmmmm, Sammmmmm, darling," I murmured as I poured 
my cuntal fluids over his fingers. 

An idea struck me and I almost didn't say anything. But my curiosity was 
greater than my desire to appear as less a wanton than I was. "Take your 
hands away from my cunt," I begged. "I want to see if I can cum just from 
your cock in my ass." 

"Lots of women can cum this way," he said, as he slid his hand up to cup my 
other tit. He was fucking me slowly but without difficulty, drawing back and 
working his way deeper with short jabs of his cock into my anus. I humped my 
ass up to him and rolled my hips from side to side as pleasure built up in 
me higher and higher. "Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned, "I ... I think ... I'm gonna 
cummmmmmm, Sam. Ohhhhhhhhh, I'm cummmmmminnnnngggggg." 

Sam kept his cock buried to the hilt in my ass as I jerked and trembled 
through a hard cum. Then, slowly, he withdrew it. I felt him fumble as he 
stripped the shit-streaked rubber off and then his cock was slipping into my 
cunt, driving up into me as he lay above me again. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned. While I'd been fucked dog-fashion before, I'd never 
been fucked from behind when I was lying on my belly, and I loved the way 
his cock entered me at a new angle. 

He made me cum that way, then told me to lock my legs over his. With his 
cock sheathed all the way in my twat, he rolled to his back, bringing me 
with him. Neither of us could move much but he squeezed my tits and stroked 
my throbbing clitoris and I worked my hips as best I could and soon found 
myself cumming again. 

After a few minutes, when his cock had gone limp and fallen out of me, I got 
up and went to his bathroom, returning with a cloth to cleanse and cool our 
crotches with. I mixed the drinks too and sat on the bed with my legs folded 
tailor-fashion as we sipped them and Sam took an occasional drag on my 
cigarette. 

"Christ, baby," Sam murmured, rubbing my tits affectionately, "unless you're 
really in love with that guy back home, you might as well write him and tell 
him to hang it up. I don't think I could stand knowing there was somebody 
around that fucked as well as you without her being mine. Even with two 
months here ahead of us, I know I'm not going to get enough of you to be 
satisfied. I think getting enough of you to satisfy me might be a lifetime 
job." 

"Sam, Sam," I whispered, "you don't want to fall in love with me." I hoped 
that he'd drop it right there, but he didn't. 

"Why?" he asked. 

"You don't know anything about me," I said. If I could get him persuaded to 
just fuck me all summer without falling in love with me, I wanted to, for he 
was fantastic in bed. But, I was afraid that if I told him about Billy and 
Lennie and the rest of them, he'd have nothing more to do with me at all, at 
the least. 

"We can't be that different," he insisted. "Same general background, both 
college people. So, you've done acid and I haven't. So what? You're not a 
hippy, a drop-out. I've smoked grass and hash. 

"What are you worried about? That you took part in an orgy? Hell, I've been 
to some pretty wild parties myself. There was a girl that sucked off every 
guy on the football team while I was a pre-med student and on the 
second-string. I mean, I've been around, I know you know what you're doing 
in bed and somebody's had to teach you. I don't resent the other guys." 

There was no way I could seem to get him to realize he shouldn't fall in 
love with me without telling him. I tried to make myself look as good as 
possible by telling him about Tom and how sex with him was a drag, then 
about my conversation with Margie. He got the picture. 

"You mean you fucked one of the kids at the camp?" he asked. 

"I fucked four of them," I answered, refusing to look at him when I said it. 
"And, I liked it. I had a great time with each of them. Billy, Lennie, Joe 
and Terry. I blew them and they ate me and I fucked them." 

You know what he did. He cupped my chin and made me look at him and asked: 
"If you had a choice between fucking one of them or fucking me, who would 
you choose?" 

"You, of course," I answered. "I can see now that Margie was wrong. Men are 
better in bed, if you're with the right man." 

"Well, it's settled," he said. "Write to Tom and tell him you aren't coming 
back to him." 

I couldn't believe it. "After what I told you, you could still think about 
loving me?" 

"You were seven years older then them and you were horny and your sex life 
had been bad," he said. "I've been fucking the woman that owns this place 
and she's good in bed, so my sex life was okay; and I sucked off, and was 
sucked off by, her daughter, who's twelve years younger than I am. 

"Look," he went on, "kids are more knowing these days and they're better 
built and they're more honest. Neither one of us is going to make a habit of 
fucking kids. We did it, but we won't do it again. We've found each other 
and that's all we need. We have to learn all the little things, like whether 
you like your steaks rare or well done, how to fix each other's drinks, 
etc., but I doubt if there's anything about either of us that the other 
couldn't adjust to, is there?" 

He could look at me and tell there wasn't. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Sam and Jody lay holding each other for an hour or so after deciding that 
they were going to do a serious thing together. He tried to persuade her to 
spend the rest of the night with him but she demurred, insisting that she 
had to be in her own bed when Mrs. Riley came in to wake her at six. "I 
can't take a chance on them deciding I'm a bad influence or something. It's 
too late to find another job and, besides, if they fire me, I won't be able 
to see you until September." 

He finally recognized the wisdom in her words and, reluctantly, they dressed 
and walked over to the camp, where he kissed her good night several times, 
letting go of her only when she told him that another kiss as intense as 
they'd shared would mean that they'd end up fucking right where they were. 

"Well, we'll try it standing up sometime," he whispered, "but, you're right, 
this isn't the time or the place." He patted her ass, kissed her forehead 
and turned away after watching her slip into the house to get her three 
hours sleep. As he walked across the road, he was thankful that he didn't 
have to get up until eight, if he wanted to skip breakfast before going on 
his sickcall rounds. 

When Sam reached his car, he wasn't overly surprised to find Becky sitting 
in it. The girl often went with him as he made his rounds and, although she 
often tried to entice him into repeating their foray into oral sex, he'd 
made it clear that he wasn't going to go down on her again, nor was he going 
to let her go down on him. 

Thus, when they were out of sight of the MacKinzie place and Becky drew her 
skirt up to reveal that she was wearing nothing beneath it, Sam, 
automatically, said: "We're not going to eat each other today, Becky." 

What she said in reply surprised him though. "I don't care whether we eat 
each other or not; you're going to fuck me." 

"What makes you think I'm going to do that?" he asked, for something in her 
voice had told him that the statement was more than wishful thinking. 

" 'Cause you don't have any choice," Becky answered. "If you don't fuck me, 
I'm gonna get your girl friend fired." 

"Girl friend?" Sam replied, stalling for time as he tried to figure out what 
the teenybopper was talking about. 

"That girl that cooks over at Winahanee," Becky replied. "I'll get her fired 
because of what she's done, if you don't fuck me." 

"I don't think the Rileys would fire her because she was with me," Sam said. 

"Neither do I," Becky agreed. "But they'd fire her, or put her in jail, for 
fucking those boys." 

Sam slammed on the brakes as he turned to look at Becky. "What do you mean?" 
he asked, staring at the girl, who returned his gaze although she was 
smiling, where he had a sick look on his face. 

"I saw you and her go into your cabin," Becky explained, "and I watched you 
through the window. You never pull the shade all the way down," she 
explained. "But I heard everything you said, and everything she said. And 
that's why you're going to fuck me, because, if you don't, I'm gonna tell 
Mr. Riley about her going down to the cove and meeting those boys and 
fucking them. He might not care about her fucking you, or the counselors, 
but he'd have to do something about her fucking kids he was responsible 
for." 

"That's blackmail," Sam said. Becky merely shrugged. "Do you love me so much 
that you'd do this to get me?" Sam asked. 

"Who said anything about loving you?" Becky retorted. "I just want to get 
fucked and you're all that's available. I went over to the service station 
one night, but they ran me off. Those guys didn't want to fool around with 
me, they were scared that they'd get in trouble if they fucked me. But you 
know I'm not gonna tell anybody. Even if you don't fuck me, I'm not gonna 
tell anybody that you ate me or let me suck you off; I'm just gonna make all 
the trouble I can for your girl friend." 

There was a moment of silence. Then Becky said: "Awwwwww, Sam, you know I'm 
old enough to fuck; you know I am. I'm not gonna make a pest of myself. You 
can have your girl friend at night, just so you fuck me once and a while in 
the afternoon. I'll let you fuck me all the ways you've fucked Momma." 

Something she'd said earlier snapped in Sam's mind. "You ... you've watched 
your mother and me, haven't you?" 

Becky giggled. "That's how I learned about sucking cock and men eating cunts 
and all. Damn right, I've watched you every time you and Momma fucked. You 
weren't the first. I watched her and another guy once, but they turned the 
lights off and I didn't see much." Again there was a moment of silence, 
which Becky broke: "Well, are you gonna fuck me or not?" 

"I don't seem to have any choice, do I?" Sam replied. 

"That's what I told you to start with," Becky answered. "And," she 
continued, 'we are gonna eat each other." 

"Whatever you say," Sam acknowledged. There was no way out of the situation, 
no way that wouldn't bring disaster. Fucking Becky might prove, under the 
circumstances, to be disastrous, but there was a chance he could get away 
with it and he had to take that chance. 

"Let's get the rest of the visits out of the way and go park," he said. 

"No," she answered. "Mom's gone to town. I'm gonna lose my cherry in your 
bed." 

As he drove out of the last camp, Sam was torn between a desire to race back 
to the cabin and get the defloration of Becky over with, and a desire to 
stall for time in hopes that some other solution would present itself. There 
was slim chance of the other he knew, and he resigned himself to fucking the 
girl. 

As he drew nearer and nearer to the cabin, he was struck by the absurdity of 
his situation and chuckled to himself as he thought of the men who would be 
glad to change places with him. Sam had no compulsions one way or the other 
where virginity was concerned. He had deflowered a couple of girls but he 
didn't go looking for virgins. To Sam, virginity was something that existed, 
if a girl wanted to remain a virgin, he'd let her, if she wanted to fuck, 
he'd fuck her. It was ironic, he thought, if he hadn't met Jody, he might 
have succumbed to Becky's allure and done what she wanted. Now that he had 
found Jody and no longer wanted to fuck anyone else, he had to. 

He parked the car and sat for a minute, as Becky got out and walked around 
to his side of the car. "Come on, Sam," she said, "I want you to fuck me. 
Ohhhhhh, God, do I want you to fuck me!" She opened his door. "Cheer up. 
We're both gonna enjoy this." 

And that was exactly why he couldn't cheer up, Sam realized. Try as he 
would, there was no way that he wasn't going to find the defloration of the 
girl exciting. Maybe she wouldn't be able to give him as good a fuck as he 
was used to, but the sheer fact that he was teaching her how to fuck would 
please him. 

Once they were in his cabin, Becky threw her arms around him and rose to 
stand on her tiptoes as she pulled his head down to mash his mouth against 
hers. Automatically, he slipped his arms around her and massaged the small 
mounds of her ass as he explored the interior of her mouth with his tongue. 

She was hot, there was no doubt about that. Already she had dropped one arm 
from his neck and was working at his belt and trousers, opening them so she 
could reach in and grasp his cock. Her hand played against the thick shaft, 
then crept down to squeeze his balls. He could feel her small tits swelling 
as she rubbed them against his chest. 

Suddenly she broke away from him and whipped her dress over her head. As he 
surveyed her nakedness, Sam had to admit that she was a pleasing sight, with 
her still-growing tits, her slim hips and sparsely fringed pubes. In any 
other circumstances, fucking Becky MacKinzie would be an act he would've 
been approaching with considerable pleasure. 

She pressed herself to him, rubbing herself against his body as she worked 
his shirt open and pulled it down his arms. Humming to herself, she dropped 
to her knees before him and directed his cock to her mouth, where she rubbed 
the head over her lips for a moment before slipping it inside her mouth, 
where she ran her tongue around and around it as she removed his shoes and 
socks, then worked his trousers and shorts over his feet. 

Becky ran her hands up the backs of his legs until she was holding his ass. 
Her head plunged toward his belly, taking his cock deep into her mouth as 
her tongue slid around it. Sam reached down and tangled his hands in her 
hair, letting her work on his stiff cock the way she wanted to. It was her 
show, he'd let her run it as she wanted. 

There was no artistry in her mouthing of his cock. As far as he knew, this 
was the second time she'd taken a hard cock in her mouth and she'd shown 
more initiative the first time she'd blown him. 

Sam knew why, of course. She'd wanted to give him a good blow-job the first 
time, had wanted to suck his cock as skillfully as she could so he might 
change his mind about fucking her. 

Now that she held the upper hand, she didn't have to worry about whether she 
was doing a good job, all she had to do was make him cum, if that was what 
she wanted. 

Sam decided he didn't care whether she wanted him to cum in her mouth or 
not, unless she stopped of her own accord, he was going to cum in her hotly 
sucking mouth. She'd liked it before when she'd made him cum this way, she'd 
like it now. 

Her fingers were stroking his balls as she moved her head in and out over 
his cock, drawing back until only the head was in her mouth, then plunging 
forward until her face was tight against his belly. Her tongue raced around 
his cock, licking at the underside, circling the head, fluttering against 
him as she rubbed his balls and sucked harder. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh," he moaned, sooner than he'd expected to. He grabbed her 
tighter and held her face against his belly as he shot his hot jism into her 
wanton mouth. Becky swallowed the first load eagerly and sucked again, 
squeezing the head of his cock in her throat as she drew more and more jism 
from his throbbing cock. 

At last he was empty and she drew back from him, licking her lips in a 
satisfied manner. "God, but it tastes good," she murmured as she rose to her 
feet and slipped her arms around him. Once more she went to her tiptoes and 
sought his mouth. Sam cupped her ass and squeezed the firm cheeks as he 
drove his tongue into her mouth. 

They stood there kissing for a long moment, with Becky grinding her hips 
against his, rolling his wet cock between their bellies as her tits rolled 
against his chest. 

Finally she stepped back from him. "Go sit down," she ordered and he did so, 
accepting her tight ass in his lap as she lowered herself across him. "Play 
with my tits," she moaned, as she ran her lips across his face and started 
chewing lightly at his ear. 

Her back was slight enough that Sam could cradle her against one arm and 
still hold her far tit with that hand. He squeezed her tits and pinched at 
the nipples, rubbing and squeezing and pinching until Becky whimpered with 
delight. "Oooooooooooh." 

Slowly he lowered her until she was flat on her back across the bed. 
Shifting a little and drawing his legs from under her, he ducked his head 
and searched the interior of her mouth with his tongue as he continued to 
rub her hardened tits. She was moving his foreskin back and forth in her 
hand and rubbing the back of his neck as he abandoned her mouth and started 
working his lips lower on her body, until he was licking at her tits. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, yessssssss," Becky moaned, as he took a hard tit into his mouth 
and pressed one hand against her open cunt, feeling the wetness of her 
virginal slit as he rubbed his heel up and down over her mons veneris and 
the out-thrust clitoris under it. 

Within seconds, the horny teenybopper's ass was bouncing up and down under 
Sam's caressing fingers. He was sucking hard on her tit, lashing his tongue 
across her flinty nipples as he began running a finger in and out of her 
vagina. 

"Unnnhhhhhhhhh," Becky grunted as she humped her ass up around his finger, 
until the end of it came into contact with the thin membrane of her cherry. 
Sam soon had a second finger in the teenybopper's clammy vagina, scissoring 
them as he rode them in and out, in an effort to prepare her as best he 
could for the invasion of her cunt by his cock. There was no way he was 
going to be able to avoid stretching her painfully when he fucked her but he 
could cut down on the discomfort she was bound to feel and he wanted to make 
her defloration as painless as he could. Even if he was being forced to fuck 
Becky, there was no reason why he shouldn't make it as enjoyable as he could 
for both of them. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, as he moved his lips from her tits and trailed 
them over her rippling belly. Her legs spread even wider and she pushed at 
his shoulders, urging him to hurry and get his mouth on her gushing cunt. 

Sam chewed on her clitoris until it swelled even more, then licked at her 
snatch until she whimpered and forced his mouth against her vagina. Holding 
her squirming ass in his hands, he ran his tongue into her cunt and found 
the action was enough to make her start cumming. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned. 

He drew his tongue back and sucked greedily at her cunt, drawing the thin 
fluid from her as she humped her ass up to him frantically. 

"Nowwwwwwww, nowwwwwwww," Becky groaned, tugging at his ears to get his 
mouth away from her cunt. "Fuckkkkkk," she moaned, beating her feet against 
his back, "fuckkkkk meeeee. Nowwwwww. FUCK ME NOWWWWWWWW!" 

With a muffled groan, he rose and leaned over her, guiding his cock to her 
dripping cunt. He rubbed the oozing head up and down between her spread 
cunt-lips, nudging it against her hard clitoris until she dug her nails into 
his shoulders. "Get that cock in me," she hissed. "Don't tease me like this, 
you bastard, I want to fuck." 

"Fuck then," Sam snarled. The huge broad head of his man's cock was at her 
tiny vaginal entrance and he slammed his hips forward, driving the heavy 
cock into the child's small cunt as hard as he could, thrusting it down, 
down, down into her narrow little vagina. He felt her maidenhead yielding, 
drew back and slammed forward again, tearing the thin childish membrane with 
his second big-cock thrust. "AHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHH, GODDDDDDDDDD!" Becky 
screamed. "SAMMM. IT HURRTTSS!" 

Still, she didn't ask him to stop and her little ass humped up to meet the 
massive descending cock as he rammed it all the way into her kiddy cunt, 
until his balls slapped her exposed ass-hole and the cock-head was firm 
against the opening of her still-forming womb. 

He drew it back and thrust it deeply into her again. To hell with whether it 
hurts, he thought, she wanted me to fuck her, by damn; shell get the hardest 
fuck I can throw to her. 

His hips rose and fell over hers as he drove his man cock in and out of her 
little girl fuck-hole like a piston, pulling almost all the way out and then 
ramming his cock deep into her. Becky was no longer crying, indeed, she was 
crooning with pleasure as he battered away at her infantile cunt, fucking 
her as hard as he could. 

"Ohhhhhhh," he sighed, "you're so tight, baby, you're such a good little 
girl cunt." 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Becky grunted, each time he rammed his big man cock deep 
into her. The pain had disappeared from her tiny torn vagina and she was 
finding great pleasure in the fact that he was actually fucking her. He had 
built her up so well that his big slippery cock was bring her closer and 
closer to another climax each time he drilled it into the innocent child's 
grasping slit. Her legs rose and her knees clamped to his chest as he held 
himself erect by planting his hands on her tits and flattening them a 
little. "Fuck! Fuck!! Fuckkkkkk!" she grunted. 

Sam caught her knees and pressed them back until they were against her tits. 
Slowly, not breaking the rhythm with which he was throwing his cock to her, 
he worked her back on the bed until he could get his knees on the mattress. 
He lowered himself over her, catching her head in his hands and lifting it 
until he could mash his mouth against hers. Becky moaned against his lips as 
he drove his tongue into her mouth and fucked her harder. 

She was cumming, pouring her juices around his tight-fitting, driving cock, 
making it easier for him to thrust into her. His balls slapped at her ass 
each time he drove his dick into her tight vagina and she was working her 
hips from side to side, responding to his cock-driving thrusts with a hunger 
that built each time he rammed his swollen cock into her ripped, aching 
little pussy. 

Without warning, Sam pulled his juicy dick out of her and hooked his arms 
under, flipping her over and stabbing his cock back into her cunt easily. 
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Becky moaned as his hands closed over her dangling tits and 
his belly beat against her ass as he drove his slick dick up into her twat, 
his cock pushing deeper now that he was fucking her from another direction. 

For the first time, the teenybopper began to wonder if she might not have 
gotten into more than she could handle. Sam seemed to have no intention of 
stopping and she wondered how long he was going to keep thrusting his hard 
cock into her kiddy cunt. I'll be damned if J ask him to stop, after begging 
him for it, she thought, but she knew it was an idle boast. She wasn't going 
to be able to endure the demanding thrusts of his rock-hard cock much 
longer. Already, she thought she would go crazy if he fucked her much 
longer. 

He took his hands from her tits and pushed her arms out until her face was 
against the bed and her ass was high in the air. Sam shifted and worked his 
cock into her from more under her twat as he began squeezing the taut mounds 
of her ass. 

Becky was sobbing in happiness each time his cock rode high into her vagina 
and the sounds and smells of their sex made him hornier. With trembling 
hands he spread the cheeks of her ass and began probing at her ass-hole with 
a finger. "Oooooooooh," she moaned, as the finger pushed into her anus. 
"Oooooooooh, it feels soooooo goooodddd!" 

Her whole body was shuddering violently as he fucked her ass with his finger 
and worked his cock in and out of her cunt. Becky had never suspected she 
could cum as many times as she had and still keep going, but Sam was fucking 
her as if he was never going to stop. 

"Ahhhhhhhh," she gasped. "Sam, wait, Sammmmmm, let me try it on top." That 
way, at least, she reckoned, she could control things to an extent. 

But, once he was lying on his back and she had successfully impaled herself 
on his towering cock, he caught her by the waist and worked her up and down 
over his cock as hard as he had been when he was doing the work. She managed 
to last through two more orgasms before she was forced to collapse over him, 
begging him to let her rest. 

Luckily, Sam took pity on her and pulled his big dick out of her well-fucked 
kid's cunt, then held her until she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. Only 
then did he slip from her bed, shower and dress, leaving her under a thin 
sheet. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

I was glad to see Sam when he appeared at the back door to the mess hall, 
but, as I got near to him, I could tell something was wrong. "I'll be back 
in a minute," I called to Lennie, who was one of the boys working in the 
kitchen that day, then joined Sam outside. 

"I just fucked my landlady's thirteen-year-old kid," he said, in a low 
voice. 

Surprised, but not shocked, I waited, knowing he wouldn't leave it like 
that. He didn't. Within a minute, he'd sketched in the scene: Becky's 
voyeuristic bent, how she'd threatened him unless he fucked her, her threat 
to keep him fucking her whether he wanted to or not. 

"Don't worry about it," I said, when he was finished. 

"Don't worry about it?'" he repeated. "Good God, that girl has us over a 
barrel. At any time she wants, she can force us to do her bidding. We could 
both go to prison now." 

"All she wants is to fuck, isn't it? Didn't she tell you the only reason she 
wanted you to fuck her was that there wasn't anybody around besides you? 
Well, she was wrong; there's twenty or twenty-five boys here that'd be glad 
to fuck her. All we have to do is get her together with them. If she's got 
all the action she wants from them, she'll leave you alone, won't she?" 

Sam agreed, but wondered how we were going to work it. "I'll take care of 
that," I assured him. "You tell Becky to be at the cove at ten o'clock 
tonight, there ll be a couple of boys there." 

"A couple?" he asked. 

I grinned at him. "Sure. Let's make sure that she gets fucked as much as she 
can handle. If she-likes sex as much as she seems from what you've said, she 
ought to love having two hard cocks to play with." 

"Well," Sam murmured. But he couldn't think of anything else to solve the 
problem, and he agreed to tell Becky. 

I hadn't told him that I was killing two birds with one stone. Lennie and 
Billy had both been trying to get me to meet them that night. As soon as I 
could, I drew each aside and told them that if they were at the cove at ten, 
they'd get a surprise. Both of them assumed that this was my way of telling 
them I'd be there to fuck them, and they assumed that my smile was of 
anticipation. Well, it was, I was anticipating getting fucked all right, but 
it was Sam's sweet cock that was going to plumb the depths of my heated 
cunt, while Lennie and Billy would have a girl their own age to play sex 
games with. 

At nine o'clock, just a few minutes after Jody had entered Sam's cabin, 
there was a knock on the door. She slipped into the bathroom while Sam 
padded over and growled: "Yeah?" 

"It's me," came Joyce MacKinzie's voice, "want some company?" 

"I ... uh ... I have some company," Sam answered. "Sorry." 

"One of the girls from camp," Joyce guessed. "Well, ask her if there's a 
party over at that old service station tonight. I've got to get me some 
loving tonight," she added and Sam realized that Joyce was on her way to 
being drunk, if she hadn't gotten there. 

He looked over his shoulder at Jody, who was standing in the doorway to the 
bathroom. She nodded. George had come by the mess hall after supper to tell 
her about the party and ask her to go with him. He hadn't been able to 
believe that she didn't want another chance to get fucked by his huge cock, 
but Jody wasn't even tempted, Sam had taught her that size, like age, wasn't 
what was important when it came to sexual pleasure. 

"Yeah, there's a party up there," Sam called. 

"Then, that's for me," Joyce replied. "He's a good fuck, girlie," she called 
through the door and it was all Sam could do to keep from laughing aloud, so 
vigorously did Jody nod her agreement. 

At the service station, George was drinking from a wineskin that a girl 
named Penny had brought to the party. Besides the two of them, there was 
another girl, Judy, who was almost Penny's twin, since both were petite 
brunettes with large eyes, snub noses and tits that seemed huge on their 
small frames. There were two other guys, Larry, who was of medium build and 
distinguishable only by a thick mustache, and Ken, who was tall, skinny and 
who wore glasses. 

"Jesus, don't drink it all," Penny complained, as George continued to aim 
the wine at his mouth with the bota held high over his head. George, with a 
grin, cut the flow, shifted the neck and directed a stream of wine at 
Penny's mouth. He wasn't in a very good mood, for he'd been to a party with 
both of the girls before and, while he knew both of them were totally 
uninhibited, he also knew that neither of them had enough nerve to try 
taking his cock; furthermore, he'd really been looking forward to fucking 
Jody again. 

Joyce MacKinzie walked into the room and looked around. "Is this a private 
party or can anybody come?" she demanded, as she swayed before them. 

"You can cum with anybody that appeals to you," Penny said, with a giggle. 
"Join us if you'd like to." 

"I brought my own bottle," Joyce said, holding up a fifth of Scotch that 
hadn't been opened. "Who wants a drink?" She tore off the seal, uncapped the 
bottle and took a healthy drink, then passed the bottle around the group. 

While Sam was getting rid of his landlady, I was getting set for action and, 
when he turned to see me nodding my agreement with her statement that he was 
a good fuck, his mouth dropped open, for I was clad in a bath-towel and 
nothing else. 

"Hey, baby," he whispered, as we heard Joyce MacKinzie move around the 
corner of the cabin on her way to the party at the service station. "What's 
your hurry?" 

"I got three hours sleep last night," I answered, walking toward him with an 
exaggerated sway to my hips, "and I don't know how long I can stay awake 
tonight." When I was about two feet away from him, I dropped the towel and 
stretched, pulling my tits up and thrusting my hips forward. "And, I want to 
see if last night was your usual performance or not." 

He grinned at me and answered: "I think I was a little below par last 
night." 

Then we were kissing hungrily and I was working my hands at the buttons and 
snaps of his clothes, stripping him hurriedly, for I wanted to feel his 
naked body against mine. 

Sam helped and, in seconds, we were pressed together with nothing between us 
but his stiff cock. "Ohhhhhh, darling," I moaned, as he licked at my ear. 
Without warning, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, 
where he dropped me and laughed as I bounced. A second later he was lying 
next to me and my mouth on his prevented him from laughing any longer. 

For several minutes all we did was hold each other tightly while we worked 
our tongues against the other's, switching them back and forth from my mouth 
to his to mine. But, after a few minutes, I couldn't stand just thinking 
about that sweet cock of his and I took it in my hand and began drawing the 
foreskin back slowly, tickling the shaft-of his cock with my nails as I used 
the heel of my hand to agitate the foreskin. 

Because my nipples were stabbing at his chest like twin spears, Sam knew he 
didn't have to play with my tits to get them ready for his mouth and it 
swooped to them directly from my lips. I sighed as he took a hard nipple 
between his lips and sucked on it, while he moved one hand from my ass to my 
cunt, and began stroking it hungrily, building me up until my hips started 
undulating in a steady up and down motion as I grew hotter and wetter and my 
breath turned ragged. Ohhhhh, God, I thought, he's as good as I thought he 
was. I licked at his ear and moaned my pleasure as he strummed my clitoris 
and chewed at my nipple. "Ohhhhhhh," I sighed, moving my hand a little more 
suggestively on his throbbing cock. 

When he heard someone moving through the bushes at the cove, Lennie jumped 
to his feet and stepped out of the shadows. "Goddamn," he exclaimed, when he 
saw it was Billy. "What the fuck are you doing here?" 

"Miss Dean told me to come down here," Billy answered. "She said there'd be 
a surprise for me if I did. But I sure as hell didn't think it'd be you." 

"You weren't exactly what I was expecting either," Lennie answered. He was 
silent for a moment, then he shook his head. "Nawwwwww, she must have 
something up her sleeve, something else beside you and me being here." 

"Well, I wonder what the surprise is?" Billy asked. 

"Me," came a voice from behind them and they whirled around to see a naked 
girl walking toward them. "Hi," she said, "I'm Becky and I'm horny. Why 
don't you guys take off your clothes and do something about that?" 

Lennie and Billy began undressing, as Becky moved closer and started helping 
them. In a minute all three were nude and lying in a tangled heap on the 
grass. Lennie was kissing the girl and Billy was licking at her throat as 
they squeezed her tits and rubbed her legs, ass and cunt. It wasn't what 
either of them had expected but they'd make the best of it, particularly 
since Becky had said she was horny. 

Before long, she was jerking both of them off as they sucked at her tits and 
both worked a finger in her wet vagina. "Ahhhhhh," Becky moaned as she 
squirmed about under their exploring hands and mouths. 

"Goddamn," Billy said suddenly, "I can't decide whether I want to eat her or 
get her to suck my cock." 

"I've got all night," Becky said, "you can do both." 

"But which do you want first?" Billy asked. 

Lennie made the decision. "I'm gonna eat her," he announced, shifting until 
he could get his mouth on Becky's dripping cunt. "She can suck you off to 
start with." Then his mouth was against the horny teenybopper's wet cunt and 
his hands were under her ass, lifting her as he slashed his tongue across 
her clitoris. 

"Ahhhhgggggggg," Becky said, her sigh turning to something else as Billy 
swiftly shifted and stuck his cock into her mouth. It was exactly what the 
teenybopper wanted, cocks to suck, people to eat her cunt, cocks to fuck. 

She slid her arms around Billy and drew him closer as her lips and tongue 
began to work against his cock. He was a lot smaller than Sam, as was 
Lennie, and she was able to move her mouth freely around his cock as she 
played with his balls and rubbed his ass. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, Jesssssssssss," Billy moaned, rubbing the back of her head as 
she mouthed him wantonly. 

Meantime, Lennie had her ass squeezed tightly in his hands and was licking 
frantically at her almost hairless slit. This was the kind of cunt he liked 
to eat, the kind where his tongue was working on flesh without hair in the 
way. As nice as Jody had been to eat, this girl was a while lot nicer, as 
far as Lennie was concerned, and he soon abandoned his licking to suck 
Becky's cunt-lips into his mouth to chew on them. 

"Call this a party?" Joyce MacKinzie demanded, rising to her feet and 
swaying before the five counselors. "All you gonna do is sit around and 
drink? I thought all you college kids was sex-crazy. Aintcha gonna fuck?" 

"You want to fuck, Joyce?" George asked. 

"Yeah, I want to fuck," she answered. She was wearing a dress that zipped 
down the front and she seized the circle at the top of the zipper and drew 
it down, then shrugged off the dress to stand before them in bra and 
panties. A moment later she had rid herself of them and swayed nakedly 
before them. Her tits had started to sag a little and her waist was no 
longer as trim as it had been, but it was still an exciting body that she 
presented to the five. 

"What about you?" she challenged George. "You want some of this?" As she 
spoke, she framed her cunt with her hands and spread the lips open as she 
thrust her hips forward. "You want some of this, boy?" 

He rose to his feet, stripping as he did so. Larry and Ken gulped as they 
saw the size of George's cock, which was still only half erect. Even Penny 
and Judy, who'd seen George naked before, were a little awed at the size of 
his cock. 

It didn't faze Joyce though. She dropped to her knees before him and lifted 
the semi-hard cock in her hands, then opened her mouth and stuffed the 
bulbous head inside. Her cheeks bulged but she moved her head forward, 
taking more of the oversized cock into her mouth. She squeezed that part of 
the shaft she couldn't get in her mouth and cupped George's huge balls in 
the other hand as she moved her lips about the shaft as best she could. 

"Goddammmmmmnnnn," Ken whispered. He had stripped too, and now he rolled to 
his back and slid between George's legs, until he could fasten his mouth to 
Joyce's cunt. His hands squeezed the soft mounds of her ass as he licked 
greedily at her open cunt. His cock, nowhere near as large as George's, 
although still large, was soon in Penny's mouth as she finished stripping 
and threw herself onto her hands and knees, taking all of Ken's cock into 
her mouth at once. 

Larry and Penny weren't much longer in getting out of their clothes and 
Larry ran his cock into Penny's exposed cunt and started fucking her 
eagerly, sighing as she revolved her ass and humped it back to him. 

Then Judy stepped over Penny's kneeling figure and grabbed his head. "Suck 
me," she whimpered, "don't leave me out of this, suck me." She thrust her 
hips forward and he pressed his mouth to her cunt, licking and sucking at 
her clitoris as eagerly as Ken was thrusting his tongue into Joyce's vagina. 

Joyce had given up trying to get any more of George's cock into her mouth 
and had started licking at the head as she pumped one hand up and down 
around the thick shaft. "Ohhhhhhhhh," George moaned, swaying above her. She 
was the first person who'd ever taken more than just the head of his cock 
into her mouth, and he couldn't wait to see how her dribbling cunt fitted 
around his cock when he was fucking her. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh, Sammmmmm," I groaned, as his knowing fingers made me start 
cumming. "I ... can't ... decide if I ... want to go down ... on you or ... 
have you eat me." 

He pulled his fingers from my cunt and twisted, thrusting his mouth between 
my legs to suck at the juices he'd caused to gush out of me. "Do both," he 
said, his voice muffled by his contact with my cunt. As he spoke, he swung a 
leg across my body and his cock hung just over my lips. But, even as I took 
the head into my mouth, he rolled, bringing me over him so I could suck his 
cock without gagging. 

I drew my knees up until they were against my ribs and rubbed my snatch 
across his face as I sucked wantonly on the head of his cock. Ohhhhhhhh, I 
thought, I love it when it's him. I had never enjoyed playing sixty-nine 
much, enjoying oral sex more when I was eating a man or being eaten by one, 
but, with Sam, I loved having his cock in my mouth as he licked at my cunt. 

Sam was working his fingers against my ass as he licked at my clitoris and I 
lowered my head and took one of his balls into my mouth, then rubbed his 
ass-hole as I laved the swollen nut. He chewed on my clitoris and I wiggled 
and squirmed over him, going out of my mind as he squeezed my ass and worked 
his mouth up and down my aching cunt. 

His ass was just below my lips and I lowered them to it, rubbing the 
puckered opening with my tongue before starting to worm it inside. I'd felt 
guilty about being so wanton when I'd eaten Lennie's ass, but I knew I'd 
never feel guilty about anything I did with Sam. I'd have spread my legs and 
let a hundred strangers fuck me one right after the other if he'd asked me 
to. I'd have asked my girl friends to give Sam head or let him eat them or 
fuck them if he wanted me to. I was his, completely, and one of the reasons 
I was willing to belong to him was that I knew that he would never do 
anything to hurt me. All Sam could ever do to me, no matter what he did, was 
give me pleasure. 

"Jeeeessssssssuuussssssss," Lennie moaned, as he drew his cock from Becky's 
mouth after she'd sucked the last drop of jism from him. He had eaten the 
teenybopper until she'd cum, sucking the thin fluid from her vagina and 
swallowing it as greedily as she was swallowing Billy's jism. Then the two 
boys had switched positions and Billy had draped Becky's thighs over his 
shoulders as he'd run his tongue over her cunt, while Lennie had knelt above 
her and fed his cock into her wanton mouth. 

"One ... of you ... fuck ... me..." Becky panted, throwing her arms up to 
welcome whichever one accepted the invitation. Lennie was still recovering 
from the sensations of the blow-job and Billy swung over Becky's writhing 
body and thrust his cock into her hot cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, as 
she wrapped her legs around his waist and worked her cunt against him as he 
began to hammer away at her, driving his boyish cock in and out of her with 
all the strength he could muster. Lennie, when he was able, lay beside them 
and kissed Becky hungrily as he worked a hand between the sweaty bodies and 
squeezed one of her tits. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," Joyce moaned, as she lay on her back, as her cuntal muscles 
gripped his cock warmly and she bathed his cock with juices from inside her. 

I was being cradled against Sam's sweaty chest, where I had collapsed after 
riding him until I'd cum twice. He had shown me another trick, when I'd 
slammed my cunt down completely around his cock, he'd tightened his ass, 
making his cock jump about inside of my vagina. It hadn't taken me long to 
cum those two times, for, shortly after I'd begun fucking him in earnest, 
Sam had begun to work his fingers against my exposed clitoris and that had 
helped make me cum faster and harder. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Sammmmmmmmm," I moaned, wiggling my hips a little and making 
his cock shift positions in my vagina, "I'm never gonna get enough of you 
and your cock. I used to think I'd been well-fucked if I came twice with 
Tom. I've already cum four times with you and I know you'll fuck me again 
before the night's over." 

"At least again," he teased, running his hands over my ass and hips as he 
rolled me onto my side. "How do you want it this time?" 

"Already?" I asked, pretending to be amazed at the idea. But his cock was 
still firm in me and we'd rested a few minutes since my vaginal muscles had 
stopped squeezing him. Of all the men I'd fucked, Sam had more stamina than 
any other two men. In answer to my question, he poked his cock deeper into 
me and I sighed as the thick shaft nudged against the depths of my womb. 

"You want it this way? Or shall we try something new?" he asked, drawing his 
slimy cock out of me until there was only a little of the head in my 
cum-filled vagina. 

"Teach me something new," I decided, figuring that we could fuck as we were 
when we didn't have the strength to do anything else. 

He pulled his dick the rest of the way out of me and rolled onto his side. 
"Turn over," he ordered, then caught me as I was about to roll onto my 
belly. "That's far enough," he whispered, catching me by the hips and 
drawing me back until my ass was snug against his belly. Then he caught my 
right leg and slung it back over his body. 

His cock rode along my cuntal furrow and I got the idea. With a groan of 
anticipation, I caught his cock and directed it to my vagina as I shifted up 
a little on the bed. Once it was in place, I slid back down on the bed, 
squealing as his cock entered me. 

I was propping myself up on a half-extended arm and Sam slipped his hand 
under it and closed it over my left tit. I couldn't kiss him, of course, but 
the fact that I could watch his cock sliding in and out of my twat made up 
for that. I really enjoyed watching that thick rod of flesh push into my 
itchy cunt, then reappear, getting wetter and wetter each time it 
disappeared into the gaping maw of my vagina. 

"Oooooooooooh, Sam," I moaned, wiggling my ass experimentally. My left leg 
drew up until the thigh was perpendicular to my torso as he shifted his legs 
and began working his cock in and out of me more forcefully. He was 
squeezing both of my tits, the hard nipples extending between his fingers so 
he was rubbing them as his hands flexed against my tits. And he began 
kissing my shoulder, which added to my pleasure. 

"Ohhhhhh, darling, you're so inventive," I murmured, as I reached back with 
my free hand and caressed the back of his head. 

Sam chuckled. "This position is recommended by the Kuma Sutra as being 
especially suitable for pregnant women," he told me. "But, wait until you 
see my apartment. I've got a chair with curved arms and a contoured body. I 
can stretch out in that and you can straddle the arms and rock back and 
forth while I lift and lower my hips. It's one of the wildest ways to fuck 
I've ever found." 

"This is pretty wild," I said. For all my experience, there were only about 
four positions I'd fucked in and I was glad Sam knew so much about fucking. 
With his knowledge and stamina, I knew I'd never get bored with our sex life 
together. 

"Are you guys through swimming?" Becky asked, as she stood in water up to 
her knees and watched Lennie and Billy splashing about further out. "I'm 
getting horny again." 

In a minute the boys were beside her, each fondling one of her buttocks as 
they walked to the clearing where they'd fucked before. Lennie dropped to 
his back and smiled up at the other two. "Why don't you get on your hands 
and knees and suck me some, Becky?" he suggested. 

"I want to fuck," she answered. 

"Well, let Billy fuck you dog-fashion," Lennie countered. 

"You want to fuck me like that?" she asked the other boy. He grinned and 
said he'd fuck her any way he could and she threw her arms around him, 
pressing her mouth to his as she rubbed her cunt along the thigh he stuck 
between her legs. A moment later she drew back from him and dropped to her 
knees between Lennie's parted legs, catching the boy's cock and holding it 
so she could run her tongue along the underside as she felt Billy spreading 
her legs to get at her cunt. 

"Feel her up a little first, Billy," Lennie suggested. "A girl can fuck 
right after she's been swimming." Billy did better than that, he lowered 
himself until he could thrust his tongue into Becky's cunt and she groaned 
as he reached under her and started rubbing her clitoris while his tongue 
jabbed into her vagina. It didn't take him long to get her wet and he rose, 
positioned himself and thrust his cock into her. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, 
her words muffled because her lips were busy at Lennie's balls, "fuck me 
good, fuck me good." 

"That's it, baby, fuck me good," Judy groaned as she humped her ass back 
onto Larry's cock, which was two-thirds of the way into her ass. As she 
wiggled her ass and groaned encouragement to him, they watched the other 
four. 

Joyce was on her hands and knees, with George throwing his cock to her from 
behind her. As Joyce squirmed on the impaling prong, she worked her mouth 
against Ken's cock. Penny was kneeling over the boy's face, her legs spread 
to the utmost as she rubbed her cunt across his hungry mouth. Ken was 
gripping her ass hard, lapping at her pussy as if it were the greatest thing 
he'd ever had his mouth on. From the look on Penny's face, he was doing a 
great job of eating her, and Judy hoped he got his face between her legs 
before the night was over. 

Dawn found ten of them sneaking back to where they were supposed to have 
spent the night. Becky had made Billy and Lennie promise to send a couple of 
different boys down to the cove that night and assured them they could come 
back soon to fuck her again. But she'd also said she wanted to fuck as many 
of the boys at the camp as she could. 

Judy walked stiff-legged to her cabin, her cunt aching more than it had when 
she'd first been fucked, for she'd finally gotten up enough nerve to try 
fucking George. He hadn't been able to get all of his cock into her, but he 
had banged her so hard with what he had stuck into her steaming cunt that 
she'd thought she'd go out of her mind with pleasure as he worked the huge 
cock in her tight little pussy. 

God, Penny thought, as she walked in an awkward way to her cabin at the 
other girls camp, I never knew old people fucked that much. The reason Penny 
was walking differently was that Larry had taken her last cherry and her ass 
was still smarting from the result of having a hard cock run in and out of 
it. But, she admitted that she had loved it, once the pain had subsided and 
she'd gotten used to the feeling of a hard cock reaming out her ass-hole. 
The fact that George had been sucking on her cunt as Larry fucked her in the 
ass had made it much more bearable. 

Joyce paused in the dying shadows and watched her daughter sneak into the 
house. With a smile, she noticed the loose-legged stride Becky used and 
realized that the girl had gotten herself fucked, and fucked well. Shit, she 
thought, I'm not going to let her get knocked up when she's still a kid, the 
way I did. I'll get Sam to write a prescription for pills and let her use 
them. Joyce didn't have to worry about getting pregnant, an infection of her 
ovaries had necessitated their removal when she'd been twenty. 

Jody, despite her intentions to get back to camp before the sun rose, had 
gone to sleep with Sam's cock buried in her ass-hole and she'd awakened only 
as light had started filtering into the room. "Oh, my God," she'd whispered, 
wiggling out from under him. Even dressing as fast as she had and running 
hadn't gotten her to the house in time to reach her room before Mrs. Riley 
came downstairs. But, to Jody's surprise, the woman just smiled. "Going to 
invite us to the wedding?" she asked. 

"Wha ... what?" Jody stammered, blushing. 

"I saw how that young doctor looked at you the other day," the motherly 
woman said. "Don't believe what they tell you about the way to a man's heart 
being through his stomach. I got Mr. Riley by making him feel he couldn't 
live without me to share his bed and I'm sure more women have gotten their 
men by their loving than their cooking. Just get him convinced that he needs 
you, then tell him to fish or cut bait. He'll marry you." 

They winked at each other as Jody disappeared into her room to change before 
going to the mess hall. Sam had already proposed to her, but she didn't tell 
Mrs. Riley that. Let her find out after she'd told her parents. That would 
be time enough. 


THE END
