XXE-301  Path To Promiscuity
by David Harper 


INTRODUCTION 

The plight of the divorced mother appears to be well known in America. 
Articles are written about it in national magazines, and it is rare to find 
an adult who cannot tell a story about a once chaste woman who, following 
the breakup of her marriage, degenerated into a life of promiscuity and 
adultery. In fact, it seems to be generally assumed that a divorced woman, 
regardless of her previous character and conduct, will inevitably degenerate 
into a life of cheap affairs and illicit couplings. That this assumption is 
often groundless is unimportant; what is important is that those divorced 
women who yield to these temptations are treated with tolerance and even 
sympathy by their friends. After all, it is reasoned, if she could not even 
control the outcome of her marriage, how can she be expected to control 
herself now? 

Unfortunately this sympathy and understanding, however misguided, does not 
extend to the mother who has been widowed. A divorced woman has already 
proved herself unrestrainable by the very fact of her separation; a widow, 
on the other hand, is the very material that fairy tale books are made of. 
It is said by more than a few that widows are worshipped in America. Her 
husband's death has automatically elevated her to sainthood. Suddenly she is 
expected to see no evil, hear no evil, and above all feel no evil, 
particularly the "evil" of sexual desire. If she fulfills these outlandish 
expectations the widow's sainthood is confirmed still further. If she fails, 
however, she will meet with only abuse and scorn. She was not divorced; she 
was widowed; she was supposed to be perfect. 

In this novel David Harper attempts to analyze this conflict in American 
attitudes. On one hand Sharon Phillips, our heroine, does possess all the 
verities of the ideal widowed mother; she is by nature chaste, considerate, 
modest and an ideal example for her young daughter Julie. On the other hand 
she is still an exceptionally attractive woman, and in full possession of 
all the sexual needs and desires that an attractive woman should have. 
Eventually these desires prove to be her undoing, and it is at this point 
that the author hopes we shall analyze our own attitudes. Perhaps, Harper 
reasons, if we sympathize with the fictional character of Sharon, we will 
sympathize equally with those real life widows who follow a similar path to 
promiscuity in every city and town in the nation. 

The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The dusk spread over the countryside with the inviolable sureness of a 
machine, diffusing the light into a pale, hollow gray and making the forests 
murmur with the first sounds of night. For a long time Sharon stood at the 
entrance to her tent, toying idly with the buttons of her blouse and 
watching as the sun set slowly behind the far ridge. There were only a few 
things left that she still liked about being a counselor at camp, but 
watching the sunset was certainly one of them. From where she stood she 
could see all of the grounds-the baseball field, the ramshackle wooden 
building housing, the cafeteria and the supply room, the series of pup tents 
housing perhaps two hundred boys and the larger tents reserved for the adult 
counselors like herself-and in the solitary half light they looked almost 
like statues, or like the relics of Stonehenge she had once seen in a 
picture book as a little girl. It was pretty like a picture, Sharon thought; 
it was almost as pretty as she'd dreamed it would be when she'd signed on. 

Sharon smiled beatifically and stared at the camp a while longer. Then she 
drew shut the plastic curtain and withdrew into the interior of the tent. 
Inside, she thought, was never as nice as outside: with the exception of her 
late husband's framed photograph and her clothing the tent was like an 
anonymous black hole that could have been occupied by anyone. Its only 
furnishings were a cot, a washbasin, a mirror and a footlocker that doubled 
as a chair if anyone happened to be visiting. Sighing, Sharon stood on her 
tiptoes and flicked on the bare sixty watt bulb that hung forlornly from the 
tent's ceiling, powered by the antique generator that supplied all the 
camp's electricity. Then she slowly began to remove her clothes. She 
finished unbuttoning her blouse, slid it off her shoulders and reached 
behind her back for the clasp of her brassiere. When she finally got it 
undone her ribcage seemed to expand outward like a balloon, and Sharon 
smiled happily as she took her first really deep breath of the day. Her 
breasts were extremely large and firm for a thirty-five year old woman, and 
in order not to feel conspicuous around the camp's many teenage boys she had 
long ago taken to wearing undersized brassieres that minimized the ample 
swell of her bosom. She had tried going braless on one of the first days of 
camp, but that had turned out to be very embarrassing. Her breasts had 
jiggled and swayed provocatively whenever she'd run, and she'd noticed some 
of the boys staring at her with big erections in their pants. That had been 
over a month ago, but even now it still made Sharon blush to think about it. 

For a moment longer Sharon stood half naked in the tent, breathing deeply 
and smiling like a prisoner released from confinement for the first time. 
Then she kicked off her tennis shoes and sat on the cot. Wincing, she undid 
her belt buckle and slid her blue jeans slowly over her long tapering legs. 
That afternoon she had gone on a nature hike with her group of boys, and 
while traversing the side of the Mannatuppe Ridge she had had to lead them 
through a tough, dense thicket that covered an unused trail. The branches 
had scraped her legs, and now the inner flesh of her milk white thighs were 
bruised and cut in several places. In the pale light of the tent the bruises 
looked worse than they actually were, but Sharon couldn't help patting the 
damaged skin tenderly and feeling a little sorry for herself. She had only 
been counseling at the camp for a month or so, but it seemed that every day 
she came back to the tent with another bruise. They healed in due time, of 
course, and in outward appearances Sharon knew she looked no less fresh and 
beautiful than she always had. But keeping up with a group of energetic boys 
was hard work for a woman, and it was hard to remember a moment when she 
hadn't been exhausted. The exercise hadn't made her any happier, either; 
sometimes Sharon couldn't help wondering if it had been a mistake to sign up 
as a counselor at all. 

It had certainly seemed like a good idea at the time. As Sharon remembered 
her original enthusiasm she shook her head and smiled sadly; it always 
struck her funny the way things either exceeded or failed to reach her 
expectations, without ever precisely meeting them. Actually, at the time it 
had seemed like a veritable godsend. When she had first read the ad in the 
paper she had never been more miserable in her life. Her husband had died 
only three months earlier, and after the funeral everything in Sharon's life 
had come apart all at once. Walter and she had been married for eighteen 
years, and they had always been as deeply in love as on the day of their 
wedding. Over the years Sharon had become accustomed to having a man waiting 
for her in bed at night, a warm, handsome, sensitive man who could talk to 
her and tell her how beautiful she was and make love to her whenever she 
wanted it. His death had come suddenly, and now that she did not have that 
man anymore Sharon had been completely unable to cope with his absence. Her 
period of mourning had stretched into a month, then a month and a half, then 
two months. After awhile her friends had begun to worry about her, but when 
they realized how listless and unresponsive she was to their offers of help 
even they left her alone. For the first time Sharon went weeks without 
cleaning the house. She neglected her personal appearance, paid little if 
any attention to what she ate and didn't care if she stayed inside the house 
for days at a time. Deep down inside she had known all the time that she had 
to take stock in herself, but as hard as she tried to turn over a new leaf 
she couldn't seem to do it. All she could think of was how lonely she was, 
how desperately she wanted Walter back to give her the physical, mental, 
connubial companionship she needed. 

In a way, Sharon thought wistfully, it would have been better if her husband 
hadn't left behind an insurance policy. At least then she would have been 
forced to go outside, if only to find a job and provide for her material 
needs. As it was there was no such compunction, and for three months she did 
little more than eat TV dinners and watch every show that came onto the 
television. During that time she had hated her life and herself, but she had 
seemingly been unable to change, and in retrospect Sharon knew that she 
might have continued wallowing that way indefinitely if she had not happened 
to buy a copy of The Chronicle at the supermarket. It had been there that 
she had seen the ad. 

The ad. Sharon smiled and giggled wryly as she delicately spread cold cream 
over her upper legs, massaging the thick white liquid into the small bruises 
along her inner thighs. There had really been nothing exceptional about it, 
just another minuscule item in the help wanted section of the classifieds. 
The Enston Boys Camp needed adult counselors to live-in at the summer camp 
for the months of June, July and August; responsibilities would include 
supervising boys ages 10 through 17 in athletic activities and arts and 
crafts; no experience required, minimum wage plus food and board; that was 
all. When Sharon had first seen the ad she had passed it over without giving 
it a second thought. But later that day she had picked up the paper again 
between soap operas. Her attention had wandered eventually to the ad, and 
soon she had found herself studying it carefully. A summer camp. Throughout 
her life Sharon had always cherished the memories of her girlhood summers at 
camp, and in the midst of her torturous depression over her husband's death 
the resurgence of that memory was the first bright light she had seen in 
months. Slowly but surely she had begun to picture herself working as a 
counselor. She could imagine herself guiding crews of happy young boys 
through games of softball and capture-the-flag, and the picture was an 
entrancing one. She would live in the middle of the woods, surrounded by 
nature. Boys and other counselors would be around her all the time; she 
wouldn't even have a chance to get lonely. Her days would be spent 
exercising and taking care of children; for the first time since Walter's 
death her life would be simple and wholesome and satisfying, as life was 
intended to be. 

In a sense that had been the end of her depression right there. Sharon had 
spent the rest of that day with the television turned off, studying the 
advertisement and dreaming of her life in the forest. The next morning she 
had awakened earlier than she had in months. She showered, put on her best 
clothes and her happiest smile and drove the station wagon bravely to the 
address given for the job interview. The interview had gone well, but they 
had postponed their decision, and while waiting for it Sharon had spent four 
days in virtual agony, wondering whether she would spend a happy summer in 
the forests or a miserable one in front of the television. Then they had 
called in their acceptance. Sharon had practically jumped with joy, and two 
weeks later she had driven ecstatically to the Manatuppe Range upstate, en 
route to her new job. 

And now here she was. Sharon chuckled and rubbed the cold cream soothingly 
into a nick on her right breast, smiling luxuriously as her nipples 
distended stiffly with the sensation. She did not have to remind herself how 
miserably counseling had failed to live up to her expectations. It was true 
enough that she lived in the middle of the woods, that she was surrounded by 
nature and that she had more exercise daily than ever before in her life. It 
was also true that she was heartily sick of it. The shepherding of gangs of 
rowdy boys was just more than a woman could hope to accomplish, and 
sometimes Sharon caught herself hoping never to see another tree or blade of 
grass or, especially, the interior of a tent. Really, the only reason she'd 
stayed on as long as she had was that Enston management had shrewdly 
contracted her for the duration of the summer. If it hadn't been for her 
name on that piece of paper she would have left weeks ago. And it wouldn't 
have been just for her own sake, either. It would have been for her 
daughter, Julie. 

Julie. As Sharon thought of her sixteen year old daughter her brow knitted 
with concern, and she wondered for the umpteenth time why she hadn't seen 
the light go on yet in her tent. There was no telling where she was, Sharon 
thought miserably. Here at camp there was never any telling where she was, 
or what she was doing, what little stunt she was planning to surprise her 
mother with next; that was the worst problem right there. Julie had always 
been a little bit wild. As a pre-adolescent she had been in and out of 
tom-boyish mischief, and even when Walter had still been alive it had been 
everything the two of them could do to control her. When Julie reached 
puberty their problems with her worsened. Before it had mostly been a matter 
of forbidding childish pranks, things that Sharon remembered from her own 
girlhood and knew how to cope with. But nothing in her own past prepared her 
for the transformation that overcame her daughter following her first 
menstrual period. Suddenly her thirteen year old girl fancied herself a 
Cleopatra, with all the attendant niceties. Julie wanted to wear make-up. 
Julie wanted a brassiere. Julie wanted a mini-skirt, and a see through 
blouse, and even a pair of black lace panties! Sharon tried to explain to 
her that those kind of clothes would make her look like the junior high 
school's only prostitute, but Julie seemed to like that idea just fine. 
Because more than anything else she wanted boys. Boys, boys, boys, as many 
of them as she could get her hands on. 

Well, Sharon thought wistfully, it had certainly been a difficult task to 
restrain her. With Walter's help she had succeeded, however, and until 
shortly after her sixteenth birthday Julie behaved with at least as much 
decorum as the average teenager. Then he had died, and all the control 
Sharon had exerted over her only daughter flew out the window. Two days 
after the funeral Julie stayed out all night for the first time. During the 
course of Sharon's three month depression that happened again and again, and 
just before she saw the ad it had gotten to the point where she hardly 
recognized her own daughter. Julie indeed looked like a prostitute. Between 
the ages of thirteen and sixteen her body had ripened into maturity, and 
Julie certainly seemed to be proud of it; she couldn't have shown more of it 
if she'd wanted to. Boys called the house constantly, and most of them gave 
Sharon the impression that the only thing on their minds was sex. She 
mentioned that to Julie, but Julie only laughed; as far as Sharon could tell 
that was the only thing on her daughter's mind too. 

In a way, Sharon thought, that was one of the most important reasons she'd 
wanted the counseling job. At the time she'd told herself that it was all 
for herself, that if she didn't get out of the house and do something about 
her depression she'd wither and die. In retrospect she knew that that wasn't 
entirely true. As much as anything else she'd wanted to get Julie out of 
their neighborhood and into a new environment. Her feeling then had been 
that Julie's lascivious behavior was in some part due to a poor inter-family 
relationship; perhaps she didn't feel close enough to her mother, in which 
case three months in the wilds with her mother as the only familiar face 
around would surely do some good. They'd simply have to get close, Sharon 
had reasoned. And when they did get close she'd find out what made Julie 
behave the way she did. 

Unfortunately, Sharon knew now that that reasoning couldn't have been 
farther off base; in retrospect she couldn't understand why she'd thought 
that being one of the few girls in a camp full of eager boys would cure 
Julie's salacious behavior. Just the opposite; Julie had taken to the 
unfamiliar environment like a duck to water. On the first day Bill Mitchell, 
the director of the camp, had had to threaten Julie with expulsion if she 
didn't clothe herself more decently. Since then her behavior had been worse 
than it had ever been at home. Sharon hardly ever saw her, and when she did 
Julie was invariably arm in arm with one or more of the older boys. 
Fortunately, there had not yet been any rumors of Julie going to bed with 
any of them; for that matter, Sharon had never had any concrete reason to 
suspect her daughter's virginity. But that final step was more than likely, 
and the danger of it made Sharon hope that much harder that the summer would 
soon be over. In a way she could hardly believe Julie would want to act the 
way she did. As a girl Sharon had never considered going to bed with a boy, 
even though she had been considerably more attractive than her 
by-all-accounts-beautiful daughter. Her first taste of sex had been on the 
night of her wedding, and she had never regretted saving herself since. 

Though she did regret having to save herself now. Sighing, Sharon replaced 
the cold cream on the footlocker and again stood on her tiptoes to turn off 
the light, enveloping the tent in darkness. Then she pushed her fingers 
under the hem of her bikini panties and slid them slowly down her long 
tapering legs, leaving herself completely naked. As much as it embarrassed 
her she knew that thinking about her daughter's sexual wantonness had 
excited her; there was no mistaking the pulsing warmth in her pussy, and she 
knew that she would have to masturbate. Sharon pulled aside the sheets and 
slid into the cot, already anticipating, eagerly and shamefully, the 
excitement her finger would give her as it stroked rhythmically through the 
dampening slit of her vagina. These days it seemed that she masturbated more 
and more; sometimes she even hurried back to her tent at break, giving 
herself orgasmic release as often as five times a day. She didn't want to, 
it humiliated her to think of herself behaving this way as an adult, but she 
just couldn't help herself. Sometimes she was sure she couldn't help 
anything she did. 

And it just wasn't fair. Sharon pulled the covers tight over her bosom and 
bit her lip, making a last effort to restrain the ravenous passion that 
raged through her loins. It just wasn't fair that a woman who looked as good 
as she did should have to go to bed so horny and frustrated. There was no 
doubt that she was attractive. When she had married Walter she had been one 
of the most beautiful women in the city, and eighteen years of marriage had 
done nothing to detract from her appearance. Her lovely wide-eyed, 
soft-cheeked face was unblemished by a single line or wrinkle; her hair was 
as long and thick and blonde as it had ever been. And her body, particularly 
her body ... at the age of thirty-five Sharon still retained a 
mouthwateringly voluptuous figure that the vast majority of women would 
never get close to in their lives. Her breasts were large and firm and 
exquisitely shaped, highlighted by a slim, trim waist that had not thickened 
appreciatively since her girlhood; she could still fit comfortably into her 
wedding dress. Her hips were solid and lithe, the cheeks of her buttocks 
plump and delicately rounded; when she wore shorts the sight of her long, 
tapering, milk white thighs still made men's eyes bulge on the street. Men 
had always wanted to go to bed with her, ever since she was a teenager. 
Sharon could still remember how aroused Walter had been on the night of 
their wedding. He had stayed aroused, too; after five, ten, fifteen years of 
marriage they had both remained as perpetually horny as newlyweds, sometimes 
having sex two and three times in a single night. And over the years Sharon 
had become accustomed to those pleasures. Shortly after her marriage she had 
discovered how strong her sex drive really was, and the sexual bliss a 
husband could give her. Sometimes she had thought that she couldn't get 
enough of his body: his leanly muscled nakedness, the erect shaft of his 
tumescent organ, the indescribable filled-up sensation it gave her as he 
slid his throbbing cock into her eagerly splayed cunt. And now Sharon knew 
she might never have that delicious pleasure again. She certainly could not 
have Walter, and if she didn't get lucky soon she wouldn't have any man, 
either; she would spend the rest of her life as a beautiful but lonely, 
desirable but frustrated widow. 

And that, Sharon thought, was the only good thing about being a counselor: 
Bill Mitchell. Bill Mitchell was the permanent director of the boy's camp. 
He was unmarried (another widow, actually), 40 years old, and unlike Sharon 
did show some signs of aging; his once lean body had gone slightly flabby 
around the middle, and his short black hair showed how rapidly he was 
balding. Still, he was an extremely handsome man. More important, he was a 
decent and eligible bachelor. Sharon was sure she had seen some interest in 
Bill's eyes, particularly when she had deliberately worn her tightest pair 
of shorts and most provocative blouse to dinner one night, and if she had 
anything to do with it that interest would shortly be brought to fruition. 
One thing was for sure; she wouldn't save herself until marriage this time. 

No; she'd go to bed with Bill just as soon as he wanted to. Sharon whimpered 
with desire and rolled onto her side in the cot. Without her conscious 
approval her hand strayed over the firmness of her belly to her pubic 
triangle. A moment later she felt her clitoris erecting against her finger 
and then, almost before she knew it, Sharon was masturbating as hard as she 
could. Her naked body stiffened from head to toe, and she wantonly began to 
gyrate her lithe hips against the thin mattress, shamefully thrusting the 
pouting, hair fringed lips of her pussy into the stabbing impalement of her 
finger. Already she could feel the walls of her cunt clinging wetly to it, 
and the delicious sensations that raged through her loins told her that she 
would cum very soon. Sharon whimpered more loudly and began to masturbate 
even harder. There was no helping it, she thought miserably. Walter had 
introduced her to sex, and now that she knew its pleasures it was impossible 
not to think about it, to want it more badly than she wanted anything else 
in life. She couldn't let herself sleep with just anyone, but if something 
didn't happen with Bill Mitchell very soon she might find herself doing just 
that, if only to have the meaty thickness of a male organ again buried 
inside her loins. There were just some things that a person couldn't 
control. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"So what do you think she's doing?" Julie asked. 

Steve, an athletic, blonde sixteen year old resident of the summer camp, 
peered through the opening of his tent at the counselors' area across the 
field. The light in Sharon's tent had been extinguished a few minutes 
earlier, and since then he hadn't been able to see or hear anything. Steve 
muttered an obscenity under his breath and squinted his eyes to look harder. 
But he still couldn't see anything-the counselors' tents were made of a very 
thick canvas, and without the light inside no shadow could be made out 
within-and after a moment he dropped his eyes to his lap. His blue jeans 
were unzipped, and his meaty erection bobbed luridly against his T-shirt, 
supported by Julie's fingers wrapped tightly around the base. As Steve 
stared at his loins Julie tightened her grip and shamelessly stroked his 
bloated organ, making his cock swell even harder. Steve smiled. 

The three of them-Steve, his best friend Mark and Sharon's vixenish daughter 
Julie-were sitting on the cot in Steve's tent, idly fondling each others' 
genitalia and looking for signs of life inside Sharon's tent. Julie was 
sitting in the middle. She had removed her blue jeans, and her slender, 
shapely thighs were splayed wide apart, revealing the hair fringed fissure 
of her pussy. As the three of them peered through the opening of the tent 
both Mark and Steve stroked their fingers through the damp, fleecy curls of 
Julie's pubic triangle, titillating her erected clitoris and "keeping her 
hot in general," as Mark sometimes put it. In turn Julie kept her fingers 
wrapped tightly around the shafts of their pricks, squeezing the blue veined 
trunks occasionally to keep them as interested as she was. 

Between seven and eight p.m. the three of them had been seated in pretty 
much the same position for most of the summer. Both Steve and Mark had 
wanted to fuck Sharon very badly since her first day at camp, and when they 
had learned that it was possible to observe her undressing-or at least her 
shadow undressing-the hour between sunset and darkness had become their 
favorite time of the day. Julie had never had any objections to joining 
them. She had been fucking both boys several times a day since the first 
week of camp, and as far as she was concerned anything that turned them on 
could turn her on too; it did not bother her in the least that the object of 
their desire was her own mother. Since then their voyeuristic scrutiny of 
Sharon's silhouette had become a cherished ritual. First, while the light 
was on, they watched her shadow as she undressed. Then the light was turned 
off, and for a few minutes they listened for any significant sounds in the 
night; once Mark had been sure he had heard her masturbating, and that had 
excited the three of them more than anything else to date. Eventually it 
would be obvious that Sharon was sleeping. Then the three of them would talk 
about what they had seen, and compare notes as to what they hoped to see in 
the future. This conversation would gradually become more and more 
libidinous, and usually they would wind up fucking. Steve was pretty sure 
they would screw tonight. Julie's pussy felt very wet against his fingers, 
and he knew his erection was as stiff and hard as it could get. 

"Steve!" Julie said poutingly. "You didn't answer my question. What do you 
think she's doing?" 

Steve looked at Julie and grinned. Her face was flushed and excited, and he 
could feel her vaginal lips throbbing needfully against his fingers. 
Sometimes he thought that watching her mother undress excited her even more 
than it did him. 

"Sleeping, I guess," he said quietly. "I know what I wish she was doing, 
though." 

"Ooooooooh," Julie mewled. She arched her buttocks shamelessly, thrusting 
her pubic mound into Steve's fingers. "What?" 

"I wish she was jacking off," Steve replied. "I wish she was jacking off 
really hard, and moaning and groaning loud enough for us to hear her." 

"Oh, that's good," Julie sighed. She removed her hand from his erection and 
placed it on his own, pushing his fingers farther into the clasping wetness 
of her cunt. "I love it when you fantasize, it gets me so hot. What else do 
you wish she was doing?" 

Steve giggled. "You know what I wish she was doing. I wish she was fucking 
me. I wish she was right here in the tent, with all her clothes off. I wish 
I was lying on the cot with my hard-on sticking up, and I wish she'd just 
climb on the bed and squat over me and stuff my cock all the way into her 
pussy. And then she'd go up and down, up and down, faster and faster, and 
I'd suck her big tits, and she'd say, 'Oh Stevie, oh Stevie, that feels so 
good!' " 

"Oh God" Julie whimpered. She held Steve's wrist tightly in her hand and 
began to forcibly thrust his fingers in and out of her clinging pussy. "This 
is really getting me really, really horny! What do you wish she was doing 
Mark?" 

There was no answer, and after a moment both Steve and Julie looked at him. 
Mark was masturbating furiously. His pants were around his ankles and his 
fingers tightly encircled the purplish, blue veined shaft of his bloated 
organ. As they stared at him he stroked it savagely with his fist, making 
the spongy head throb luridly with its engorgement of blood. His eyes were 
closed tight, and he did not seem to be aware of anything except the 
uncontrollable heat in his loins; evidently their conversation and the sight 
of Sharon's naked silhouette had excited him more than he could stand. 

"Oh my God, oh Jesus!" Julie exclaimed. She leaned over Mark as far as she 
could, so that her face was directly over the meaty thickness of his stiff 
prick. For several seconds she simply stared at it transfixedly, like a 
starving man drooling over a plate of food. Then she suddenly turned back to 
Steve. She let her head rest against Mark's naked thigh and stretched out 
completely on the cot, arching her back slightly and wantonly splaying her 
slender thighs as far apart as they would go, thus revealing the hair 
fringed fissure of her vagina. As Steve stared at the pouting lips of her 
moist pussy Julie looked at him anxiously and rubbed her erect clitoris. 

"Stephen," she said excitedly. 

"Yeah?" Steve said. 

"Fuck me, Steve," Julie mewled. She rubbed her clitoris more quickly and 
looked at him pleadingly. "O God fuck me really hard, I can't wait anymore. 
Please Steven hurry!!" 

For a long moment Steve simply stared at her. Her fingers had parted the 
fleshy, swollen lips of her cunt, and he could see the bright pink walls of 
the sheath within, as well as the turgid bud of her clitoris. The sight 
aroused him tremendously. Since the beginning of the summer he had fucked 
Julie more times than he could remember, but there was something about the 
horny teenage girl's willing, supple body that still excited him incredibly. 
The shaft of his dick was completely erect, and as he stared at Julie's cunt 
he felt its meaty thickness throbbing with the need for orgasm. 

"Ste-van!" Julie whimpered uncontrollably. She arched her back higher off 
the cot and stabbed her fingers rhythmically into the gurgling slit of her 
pussy, masturbating shamelessly. "Steven, hurry!" 

"All right," Steven replied. He stood up and pulled his T-shirt over his 
head, revealing the lean, athletic musculature of his upper torso. Then he 
undid the last button on his jeans and let them fall to his ankles, leaving 
him completely naked. The thick blue veined shaft of his meaty erection 
stood out before him like a divining rod, the swollen glans bobbing luridly 
against his stomach. Steve had reached puberty three years earlier at the 
age of thirteen, and ever since he had had an extremely large cock. He had 
lost his virginity at fourteen to his babysitter. She had spent most of that 
first night giving him one blow job after another, and when he had asked why 
she had said that he had such a big beautiful prick that she couldn't get 
enough of it in her mouth. From that time onwards he had screwed countless 
willing teenage girls, and they had all said more or less the same thing: 
that they couldn't get enough of his extremely large cock. Sometimes Steve 
thought that was the main reason Julie had so eagerly been fucking him and 
his best friend Mark all summer. 

"Oh Steven please fuck me, please!" Julie pleaded. She darted her fingers 
even more quickly into her pussy and began to gyrate her naked buttocks on 
the cot in the convulsive rhythms of fucking. "God, hurry please, just do it 
now!" 

"Okay," Steven said softly. He grinned lewdly, amused by Julie's wanton 
arousal, and gripped the tumescent thickness of his prick tightly in his 
hand. Then he climbed onto the cot, kneeling between the young girl's 
nakedly splayed thighs. The pungent aroma of her vaginal juices seemed to 
fill the entire tent, and as he smelled the tantalizing scent his loins 
pulsed with new excitement. Steve gulped and paused a moment to savor the 
sight of her willing, naked body. Then he planted his hands firmly into the 
mattress to either side of her shoulders and leaned forward so that his body 
was poised over her, the purplish head of his dick touching luridly against 
the sizzling cleft of her pussy. 

"Do you want it now, Julie?" he said. Steve flexed his buttocks so that the 
tip of his erection barely parted the lips of her pussy, teasing her. "Tell 
me how bad you want it!" 

"Unhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Julie whimpered. She shook her hair wildly back and 
forth and grasped needfully at his meaty cock, trying to pull it inside her. 
Her pretty face was contorted in an expression of unabashed lust; it was 
obvious that she was at the peak of excitement. "Fuck me Steven! Please 
don't make me wait anymore, oh please! Awwwwwww Steven please!" 

Steve chuckled and shook his head. Then he lowered his hips and slowly slid 
his blood engorged member into Julie's cunt. Immediately droplets of sweat 
beaded on his forehead, and he bit his lower lip hard. Julie's pussy was 
extremely tight. Only the first several inches of his organ were inside, but 
already he could feel the damp pressure of her vaginal furrow clinging 
deliciously to his erection, the walls of her pussy milking and sucking at 
the blue veined stiffness of his member as if to draw every inch of it 
inside her. 

"Oh God oh God oh God!" Julie squealed. Instantly her agonized grimace 
evolved into an obscene smile of sexual pleasure. She whimpered and threw 
her legs tightly around Steven's waist, locking his body feverishly against 
her own. Then he gyrated her hips madly on the cot, thrusting her hair 
fringed pussy into the stabbing impalement of his erect member. "Oh Jesus 
your cock is so big! Fuck me Steven, oh God I can't wait! Fuck me! Awwwww 
awwwww fuck me!!!" 

Steven didn't say anything. Instead he readjusted his position on the cot, 
making himself as comfortable as possible between the enveloping grip of 
Julie's thighs. Then he slowly slid every inch of his bloated organ into her 
cunt. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment his vision blurred. 
Julie's pussy was the tightest he had ever had, and every time he fucked her 
it took him a moment to adjust to the incredible sensation. The walls and 
lips of her vagina seemed to literally suck at his dick, sucking and licking 
and milking at it almost as if her pussy were giving him a blow job. The 
hairy sac of his testicles touched the beginning curve of her tight 
buttocks, and already he could feel the sperm churning in his balls. He knew 
he would not be able to fuck her long before he spurted his semen deep into 
her belly, and he wanted to enjoy every second that he had. 

"Ungghhh," Steve grunted. He bent his elbows and let his torso fall into 
Julie's naked body. Then he flexed his buttocks and lifted his hips up and 
down, up and down, rhythmically sliding his meaty erection into the clinging 
wetness of her pussy. 

"Uhhhhh!" Julie moaned. Immediately her smile broadened lasciviously, and 
with every thrust of Steve's massive organ in her cunt she whimpered 
helplessly. "Oh that's so good," she cried. "Fuck me harder Steven! Fuck me 
as hard as you can!" 

Groaning and grunting, Julie threw her milk white thighs higher across 
Steven's body, locking them tightly around the middle of his back. Then she 
pounded her jiggling buttocks off the cot in an animalistic frenzy of lust, 
shamelessly thrusting the hair fleeced mound of her tight pussy into 
Steven's throbbing cock. Steven grunted and began to fuck her harder and 
harder. With every impalement of his organ he could feel her cuntal lips 
sucking luridly at his bloated shaft, making his testicles ache with the 
force of his impending cum. After a moment his breathing became labored, and 
he could feel the sweat pouring off of his hard young body. But he didn't 
care. All he could think of was the nine inch shaft of his blood engorged 
member sliding in and out of Julie's gurgling vaginal fissure, the way the 
spongy, swollen head throbbed and ached deep inside her belly. Steven 
groaned and locked his arms tightly around Julie's back, drawing her slender 
nakedness closer to him. Then he flexed his buttocks and pounded his meaty 
erection into her cunt with all the force he had in him, fucking her as hard 
as he possibly could. 

"Unh unh unh unh unnnnnhhhhhh!" Julie squealed. Eagerly she locked her 
ankles around Steven's waist and bounded her buttocks on the cot in a blur 
of wanton arousal, willingly meeting every ravishing thrust of his swollen 
organ. Her face was flushed and moist with her ravenous passion, and every 
time Steven hammered his hips between her nakedly splayed thighs her smile 
seemed to broaden further, becoming even more obscene, as if she could never 
get enough of his tumescent erection deep inside her belly. There was 
nothing she loved more than having Steve fuck her. She had told him that 
many times, told him how good it felt to have his enormous cock filling up 
her cunt and belly, how delicious it was to have his erect shaft chafing 
against her clitoris and making her cum again and again. Just as she was 
about to cum now. 

"Harder Steven, harder!" Julie whimpered. She mewled gutturally and suddenly 
threw her arms tightly around his neck. Then she drew his head into her firm 
young breasts, directing his mouth to the swollen buds of her stiffly 
distended nipples. "Suck them," she cried, gasping as she felt his tongue 
twirl lewdly around her aureoles. "Oh, suck them suck them yes ... unh ... 
yes that's right, suck them harder! Oh God Steve, fuck me! Awwwwwww! Fuck me 
I can feel it coming, I'm going to cum unhhhh fuck me as hard as you can!" 

Suddenly Julie's body stiffened from head to toe. Her breath caught in her 
throat, and as Steve continued to hammer his rampant member into her cunt 
she seemed momentarily insensible to the stabbing ravishment of her body. 
Then it was as if a dam had been broken, and the guttural passion in her 
loins was loosed all at once. Squealing and whimpering like a dog in heat, 
the naked teenager released her thighs from Steve's heaving back and dug her 
feet into the far sides of the cot, spreading her slender thighs as far 
apart as they would go. Then she arched her back hard off the mattress and 
gyrated her plump, tight buttocks faster and more needfully than ever 
before, eagerly trying to get every satisfying inch of Steve's massive 
member into the dampened slit of her pussy. 

"Unhhhhhhh!" she groaned. "Fuck me Steve I'm cumming! Awwwwwww harder harder 
harder I'm going to cum! UNHH-HHHHHH Oh yess yes YES I can feel it oh-hhhhhh 
AWWWWWWW AWWWWW! FUCK ME! FUCK ME I'M CUMMING' UNH UNH UNHHHHHHH CUMMIING 
CUUUMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG-GG!!! Ahhhhh ... oh yes yes ... ahhhhh-hh ahhh 
ahhhhh ... " 

For a long moment Julie remained poised motionless on the cot, her buttocks 
cheeks contracted as she arched her back, Steve's throbbing erection buried 
completely in her cunt as she savored the consummating spasms of orgasm that 
ravaged her loins again and again. Then she sighed salaciously, and then she 
relaxed completely. "Oh Steve," she whimpered. "Oh Steve that was so good!" 
Julie folded her arms around his neck and again locked her thighs tightly 
around his waist, clutching him needfully to her shapely naked body. Then 
she kissed him affectionately on the lips, darting her moist tongue deeply 
into his mouth in gratitude for the sexual satisfaction he had just given 
her with his well endowed prick. 

Steve continued to kiss Julie passionately for a long time. His blood 
engorged member was rock hard and still laving in the clinging folds of her 
pussy, and he knew that it would not be much longer before he would have to 
fuck her again. Then he noticed something stir to the right of the cot, and 
turned his head to see what it was. 

It was Mark. The slender, brown haired young boy was standing next to them, 
looking down at their naked embrace and holding his tumescent erection 
tightly in his fist. He was naked, and his boyish musculature gleamed 
lightly with sweat. 

"Oh Mark," Julie said, looking up at him in surprise. Her eyes immediately 
focused on the blue veined stiffness of his organ, and a subtle mischievous 
smile played across her lips. "Oh Mark, I'm sorry. I forgot all about you." 

Mark didn't say anything. Instead he simply held the trunk of his meaty 
erection tighter in his fist and stroked it rapidly, masturbating openly as 
he stared at Julie's desirable sixteen year old body. In a way, Steve 
thought, he was a very strange boy. He rarely said anything, and almost 
never said what he wanted. Instead he only demonstrated his desires with 
some sort of action, as he was doing now. 

"Oh Mark," Julie sighed. "God, that looks really hard." She opened her eyes 
wide and stared hungrily at the shaft of Mark's member, moistening her lips 
with her tongue. Steve knew that Julie loved to look at and fondle boys' 
erect penises. Sometimes after they finished fucking her she made them lie 
on the cot for hours on end, just lying there while she stroked and sucked 
and played with their erections. She never could seem to get enough of sex. 

"Unh," Mark muttered. He momentarily quickened the pace of his masturbating, 
stroking his rampant member into full stiffness. Then he took his hand away 
and advanced a step closer to the bed, so that the swollen, purplish glans 
twitched luridly directly in front of Julie's face. 

For a second Julie didn't say anything. Instead she sighed longingly and 
stared transfixed at Mark's penis, as if nothing gave her more pleasure than 
having it so close to her. Then she lifted her hand and wrapped the fingers 
around the shaft. As she looked at the head of his cock, pulsing and gorged 
with blood, she stroked his meaty thickness quickly with her fingers. 

"Do you want me to give you a blow job," she asked, giggling salaciously. 
"Come on Mark, tell me what you want. I'll suck it if you want me too." 

"Yeah," Mark said. He grinned nervously and lightly flexed his buttocks, 
making his rampant organ swell and bound in Julie's hand. 

"Mmmmm," Julie mewled salaciously. She removed her fingers from his erection 
and propped herself up on her elbow, so that her naked torso faced Mark and 
his erect prick was directly in front of her mouth. Then she raised her free 
hand and again wrapped her fingers tightly around the shaft of his bloated 
organ. Holding it, she opened her mouth wide and let the spongy head of his 
cock enter her parted lips. Then she clamped her lips tightly around the 
blue veined shaft and began to wetly suck his dick. As Steve watched the 
blow job he could see Julie's flushed pink cheeks suctioning rhythmically, 
intensifying the pressure around Mark's meaty member. She tightened her grip 
around the shaft and began to stroke it rhythmically, jacking him off even 
as she continued to suck the head with her willing lips. 

The sight was more than Steve could stand. As Mark groaned and Julie sucked 
he could feel his erection swelling to new hardness in the folds of her 
clinging pussy. Groaning, he dug his hands into the cot and raised his body 
so that his chest hovered over her breasts, only his hips touching her loins 
as he kept his prick buried in her cunt. Then he rapidly contracted his 
buttocks, again sliding his turgid organ rhythmically into the gurgling, cum 
soaked slit of her pussy. 

"Ummm!" Julie whimpered. "Oh good! Ummmm!" Without removing her sucking lips 
from Mark's organ she splayed her thighs far apart, making it easier for 
Steve to fuck her. Then, excited by the throbbing member in her pussy, she 
began to suck Mark's erection much harder. She laved her tongue wildly 
around the beet red glans, pursing her lips salaciously around his dick and 
stroking the stiffened base wildly with her fingers. It was as if the three 
teenagers had been joined in some sort of depraved sexual machine, with the 
movements of one part reflexively affecting the performance of the rest; the 
harder Steve fucked Julie's cunt, the more eagerly she would suck Mark's 
erection. 

"Oh Jesus," Julie whimpered. She momentarily withdrew her lips from Mark's 
cock and looked at Steve. Her face was contorted in an expression of 
animalish desire, and when their eyes met the pleading in her face was 
obvious. "Harder Steve, harder," she groaned, awkwardly grinding her hips as 
she continued to hold firmly to Mark's bloated organ. "Oh harder, harder, 
harder! Fuck me Steven, that feels so good!" 

Obediently Steve increased the rhythm of his fucking. He planted his hands 
more firmly into the cot and revolved his hips in a frenzy, furiously 
stabbing his long hard penis into the clinging wetness of Julie's pussy. 
Julie moaned gratefully and again returned her attentions to Mark's meaty 
dick. She opened her mouth wide and clasped her lips tightly around his 
turgid shaft, stroking it faster and faster with her hand. Then she suddenly 
tilted her head and flared her nostrils. Immediately all eight inches of 
Mark's throbbing erection disappeared down her throat, so that only the base 
and the sac of his bloated testicles remained outside the wet O of her lips. 
As Steve watched he paused for a moment, amazed that Julie could breathe 
with so much of Mark's massive shaft buried in her mouth. But it did not 
seem to bother her at all. Instead she only sucked Mark's penis that much 
more eagerly. She lifted both her hands and dug her fingers luridly into his 
buttocks. Then she began to forcibly draw his hips in and out with her 
hands, shamelessly fucking herself in the mouth as she bellowed her plump 
cheeks around his blood engorged member in a wanton frenzy of sodomy. 

"Ungghhh!" Mark grunted. He gasped and opened his eyes wide, like he could 
not believe that the sixteen year old girl could possibly take so much of 
his cock down her throat. Then the gasp tapered off into an obscene smile of 
utter pleasure. Groaning and moaning, Mark let his hands fall easily into 
Julie's long brown hair. Then he began to rhythmically draw her head in and 
out over the blue veined stiffness of his prick, fucking her in the mouth so 
hard that the orbs of his bloated balls slapped luridly near her chin with 
every thrust. 

"Jesus," Steve mumbled. For several seconds he stopped fucking Julie 
entirely, instead lifted his head to stare at what she was doing with Mark. 
He simply could not believe she could get so much of his dick down her 
throat. Mark's cock was at least eight inches long, and just as thick; Steve 
could not imagine how she breathed around it, or how good it must have felt 
to Mark to have all of his engorged organ soaking between her sucking lips. 
Then he groaned loudly and returned his attention to the hair fringed 
fissure between Julie's wantonly splayed thighs. He could feel the pouting 
lips of her moist pussy clinging reflexively to his meaty erection, and the 
sensation seemed to become even more exquisite as she continued to suck 
Mark. Grunting, Steve lifted his hips, withdrawing his engorged member until 
only the spongy head separated the pink lips of Julie's cunt. Then he 
rapidly thrust it all the way back in again. Faster and faster he drew his 
massive erection in and out of her cunt, fucking her with all the strength 
he had in him. 

"Unh unh unh unnnnnnnhhhhhh!" Julie mewled. She drew her head back, 
withdrawing the shaft of Mark's prick from her throat. Then she again 
wrapped her lips hungrily around the first several inches of his cock and 
sucked the head lasciviously, laving her tongue wildly around the purplish 
glans and darting it feverishly into his cum hole. "Fuck me Steven!" she 
whimpered, gasping out the words as she continued to suck furiously at 
Mark's engorged member. "Oh yes, yes that feels so good! Fuck me harder! 
Fuck me harder and make me cum!" 

Suddenly Steve realized he was about to cum. His back arched involuntarily, 
thrusting his tumescent organ to the hilt in Julie's reeking vaginal slit. 
He could feel the seminal fluid clotting in his testicles, and his dick grew 
momentarily as hard as it could possibly get, throbbing stiffly deep inside 
Julie's belly. Then the sperm gushed furiously from his twitching cock head. 
There was so much of it that Steve was amazed he could carry it all inside 
him, and as the deliciously pleasurable spasms of orgasm racked his balls he 
groaned luridly with the sensation. Then finally it was over. Sighing, he 
lowered his head and let his body relax on top of Julie's jiggling breasts. 
Already he could feel his cock starting to soften within her. 

"Ungghhh!" Mark grunted. He dug his fingers forcibly into Julie's scalp and 
furiously thrust his throbbing erection in and out of her sucking lips. Then 
he relaxed from head to toe, and a lurid smile of obscene pleasure covered 
his face; just from looking at him Steve could tell that he was cumming too. 
Julie mewled eagerly and immediately began to work her cheeks in and out, 
doing her best to drink down every drop of his creamy white semen. But there 
was too much of it; it filled her mouth completely and ran lewdly out of her 
moist lips, running in a white thick stream down the corner of her mouth. 

Then they were finished, at least for the time being. Mark winced and 
delicately withdrew the shaft of his ravaged member form Julie's mouth. It 
was red and covered with saliva, and as he handled it he sighed, looking as 
if he were afraid that the horny teenager's frenetic sucking had somehow 
damaged it. Then he sat down on the cot. His face clouded over, and he 
assumed his usual mystified, not-altogether-there expression, staring 
dreamily at the sides of the tent and the black forest night outside. He 
was, Steve reminded himself, certainly a very strange boy. 

"Sorry you didn't cum," Steve said, addressing Julie almost politely. "I 
just couldn't hold out any longer." 

Julie giggled. Her cheeks were still flushed with her arousal, and her naked 
body was coated with a fine sheen of sweat. She looked very happy, as she 
always did after the two boys had fucked her. 

"I already came once," Julie said, looking at Steve affectionately. She 
giggled and leaned forward to give him a loving kiss on the cheek. Then she 
laughed loudly at nothing in particular, as if she were remembering an old 
joke. 

"I'll tell you one thing, though," she said. "I sure am glad mother decided 
to take me to camp for the summer. And it's a good thing she came with me 
too! If she wasn't around to make you two so horny I don't know how I'd get 
you to fuck me so much!" 

Steve smiled and leaned back on the cot, staring at the top of the tent. As 
he thought of Sharon, remembered her beautiful face and her incredibly 
voluptuous body, his face became almost as dreamy as Mark's, and in spite of 
having just cum he felt a familiar twinge of lust course through his loins. 
It was true; Sharon made both Mark and he hornier than any woman they had 
ever seen before in their lives. 

"Yeah," he said softly. "Well you just wait til we figure out a way to fuck 
her. Blackmail, dirty tricks, I don't give a shit what it takes. Soon as we 
get a way to climb between those superfine legs of hers you'll think we're 
Trappist Monks now in comparison." 

"Just as long as I get to watch," Julie shot back, lifting her eyebrows 
knowingly. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Anyhow," Bill Mitchell continued, "I don't think you have to worry too much 
about Greg acting up anymore. I had him in for a long talk this morning-the 
usual you've-been-a-bad-boy stuff, you know-and though he is a pretty fair 
sized pain in the ass he's also pretty mature, at least for a thirteen year 
old. So I don't think you have to worry about his acting up. But if he does 
please don't hesitate to bring him in to see me, Sharon. I mean, this is a 
boy's camp, not a reformatory. We might not want his type around." 

Sharon nodded her head quickly in agreement and tried to concentrate on what 
the camp director was saying. But it was very difficult. It was now eleven 
in the morning, and for the past half hour the two of them had been sitting 
in Bill's administrator's tent, discussing some of the problems Sharon had 
been having with her boys. Several times already Bill had made good 
suggestions that were bound to help her, but Sharon knew already that she 
would forget every single one of them as soon as she got outside the tent. 
All she could think of was how badly she wanted Bill Mitchell to be her 
lover, and what might be the best possible way of seducing him. 

Her desire for him seemed to be growing more and more ravenous with every 
day that passed. He was not, Sharon was the first to admit, a particularly 
handsome man. Bill was forty years old, and contrary to the TV/Hollywood 
image there were really very few men that old who weren't starting to show 
their age. But in a way his looks hardly mattered. The important thing was 
that Sharon had identified him as a good eligible bachelor the moment she 
saw him, and as such he had simply been equated with the frustrated widow's 
need for emotional and sexual fulfillment. It was like Pavlov's experiments, 
Sharon thought wistfully; the dogs would begin salivating hungrily as soon 
as the professor rung the bell, even though there was no instinctive 
connection between the noise and food at all. 

"Vincent Moretti," Bill continued. He held up the boy's file and scrutinized 
it carefully. Then he put it on his desk and looked at Sharon. "You say this 
kid is giving you trouble too?" 

"Hmmmm?" Sharon queried absent-mindedly. "Oh Vincent, yes, oh yes, he's 
really been a chore." 

"What's he been doing?" 

"Oh," Sharon shrugged, "calling attention to himself, shouting out when I 
try to give directions, that sort of thing. The way boys do, you know." 

"Well, I'll tell you what you do," Bill said easily. He smiled and 
confidently leaned forward in his chair, acting like someone very proud of 
his knowledge. "This is kind of like tricking him in a way, but the main 
thing is that is almost always works. You reward him. Next time Vince gives 
you any trouble you look at him real sternly, tell him you want to see him 
after the period. Ten'll get you one that'll scare the crap out of him; 
these aren't bad kids, they aren't used to being punished, I guarantee you 
he'll spend the next half hour in fear of what you're going to do. Then ... 
" 

Sharon stopped listening. Instead she bit her lower lip with frustration and 
glanced nervously between Bill's desk and his spacious (comparatively) cot. 
She just couldn't stand it anymore. Bill wasn't acting sexual at all, but 
just being around him made her so horny that she could hardly control 
herself. Under her cotton blouse her nipples were distended stiffly against 
her brassiere, and she could feel the pouting lips of her moist pussy 
throbbing wetly with the need for copulation. Oh God, Sharon thought 
pleadingly, please don't let me make a fool of myself. She didn't like to be 
the aggressor sexually, but now it was as if she didn't have any choice. All 
she knew was that she couldn't wait a moment longer. 

Oh well, Sharon thought, smiling with brave humor. It was the oldest trick 
in the book, but it would have to do for now ... 

"Owwwww!" Sharon exclaimed suddenly. 

"Hmmm?" Bill said. He dropped Moretti's file and looked at Sharon with 
automatic concern. "What's wrong?" 

"It's ... owwwwww! A cramp!" Sharon said. She winced in simulated agony and 
fiercely rubbed the naked, milk white flesh of her shapely right thigh, bare 
to the hem of her khaki shorts. "Oh God it hurts! Ow-wwwwww! Oh please Bill, 
help me!" 

"Sit on the bed," Bill said immediately. He stood up and walked around the 
side of the desk. His forehead was already knitted with concern, and Sharon 
was sure that her plan would work; he would help her get out the "cramp" and 
in so doing would get very, very close to her body. 

"Can't you stand up?" Bill said. 

"I'll ... uh ... try," Sharon replied. She started to rise from the chair, 
then made her face look even more agonized. "Owwwwwww!" she moaned. "Oh God 
Bill, it really hurts!" 

"Here," Bill said. He took Sharon's arm and half led, half carried her to 
the cot. He sat her down on the edge of the mattress and immediately knelt 
on the ground, which served as the floor even in the director's tent. Then 
he roughly splayed her thighs apart and looked at the soft, ivory smooth 
flesh of her inner thigh with all the detached concentration of a doctor. 
"Now you just tell me where it hurts." 

"Owwwww!" Sharon said. She winced and delicately touched a spot less than 
six inches from the hem of her shorts. "Right here. Ooooooh! It really 
hurts!" 

"That's okay," Bill said. "We'll get that cramp out in a jiffy. I didn't 
lead Outward Bound for a year for nothing." 

Smiling sympathetically, Bill leaned forward and delicately touched the 
resilient flesh of Sharon's inner thigh. He pushed the fingers of both hands 
into it and began to knead it gently, probing into her quadriceps muscles. 

"There," he said soothingly. "That should be feeling a little better. Does 
it, Sharon?" 

Sharon shuddered and bit her lip before answering. It did, in fact, feel 
better; in truth, it was already beginning to feel incredibly good. Except 
for an occasional handshake this was the first time Bill had ever touched 
her naked body, and his warm, powerful, masculine touch was even better than 
Sharon had imagined it. As he worked on her inner thigh she could feel her 
hair fringed cuntal fissure anointing with the juices of her arousal, her 
clitoris stiffening and pulsing against the fabric of her shorts. She only 
hoped Bill got the idea in a hurry; if he didn't Sharon might get so horny 
she'd practically have to rape him! 

"Is that better, Sharon?" Bill asked. 

"Owwwwww!" Sharon moaned. She winced and looked at the camp director 
pleadingly. "Higher up, Bill. Ouch! I can hardly stand it!" 

Bill lifted his hands and dutifully began rubbing Sharon's thigh at the very 
edge of her cutoffs, only a few inches away from her pubic triangle. Sharon 
hunched her buttocks delicately to the edge of the cot and splayed her 
thighs even farther apart, making it easier for Bill to massage her. She 
hoped that he'd start to get horny any moment. The cleft of her vaginal slit 
was clearly visible through the shorts, and there was no way that Bill could 
avoid looking at it in his position. If he was any kind of man at all, 
Sharon thought, he'd start to get turned on. He just had to! 

"Is that any better?" Bill asked. 

"A little," Sharon said. She squirmed on the cot, purposefully bringing her 
pubic mound closer to Bill's face, and stopped wincing. "Yes, that's a 
little better. You don't have to rub as hard now." 

Bill continued rubbing Sharon's thigh for several more seconds. Then Sharon 
saw him glance at her pussy lips through the shorts, and then, suddenly, 
everything in his expression seemed to change completely. His studious look 
became nervous and distracted. His face quickly began to look flushed and 
sweaty with sexual excitement, and Sharon saw him glance several times at 
the indentation of her vagina. 

"Bill?" Sharon asked queryingly. She smiled happily and suppressed a giggle 
of amusement at Bill's confusion. "Is there something wrong? You look all 
hot and flushed." 

"Oh, no," Bill said disarmingly. He shrugged and continued rubbing away 
Sharon's imaginary cramp, doing his best to look unperturbed. But it was 
obvious that he was not just as horny as Sharon was. His cheeks were red, 
and as Sharon watched him he shifted his legs nervously; perhaps, she 
thought hopefully, to conceal the bulge of a meaty erection in his slacks. 

"Are you sure, Bill?" Sharon asked. "You don't look quite well." 

"Oh, I'm fine," Bill replied quickly. But his voice shrilled noticeably with 
nervousness, and he must have realized as well as Sharon how obvious it was. 
"Well, to tell you the truth," he said hesitantly. He laughed and shook his 
head, as if amused by his own excitement. 

"What is it, Bill?" 

"Well, you do have very nice legs, if you don't mind my saying so," Bill 
said softly. "I hope you don't mind my saying that. I mean, I know that 
relationships between, well ... I just couldn't help noticing, that's all." 

Sharon giggled and looked at Bill as calmly as she could. She knew now for 
certain that her plan was working, and her hair fringed pussy had already 
begun to throb eagerly in expectation of his stiff male organ pounding 
rhythmically through her cunt. Just a little longer, she thought; just a 
little longer and he'll lose control. 

"No, I don't mind, Bill," she said easily. "In fact, that's a very nice 
compliment. Thank you." 

"Don't mention it," Bill said. He glanced secretly at the cleft of Sharon's 
pussy, and this time the shudder that passed through his body was even more 
obvious. "Uh, is that cramp still there?" he blurted suddenly. "I mean, is 
it higher up? I'm doing my best to get it out." 

"It's a little higher," Sharon said. 

"Well, I'm kind of having trouble reaching it," Bill said. He raised his 
eyes and glanced at Sharon almost pleadingly, looking for all the world like 
a scared little boy. "Do you mind, uh, well, would you mind taking your 
shorts off? It's kind of hard to reach under the hem, if you know what I 
mean. If you don't want to, of course, I mean, I didn't intend to be 
forward, I know ... " 

"Certainly, Bill," Sharon interrupted. She smiled easily and stood up. She 
no longer felt the least bit nervous or afraid; Bill's consternation was 
enough for both of them. Still smiling, she unbuckled her khaki shorts and 
let them fall to her ankles. Then, naked from the waist down except for her 
panties, she again sat on the edge of the bed and splayed her long tapering 
legs as far apart as they would go. 

"Is this good enough, Bill?" Sharon asked casually. 

For several seconds Bill didn't say anything. His eyes widened to the size 
of golf balls, and as he stared hypnotically at the hair fringed fissure of 
her vagina he unconsciously licked his lips. He could, Sharon knew, see 
everything. The fabric of her panties was sheer and gossamer thin, revealing 
every luscious inch of her mouth watering pussy to his lustful gaze: the 
dark, fleecy curls of her pubic triangle, the pouting, swollen lips of her 
vagina and the dark red chink that lay within. He could see everything, and 
kneeling as he was between her spread thighs it was right in front of him; 
the opening of her cunt was less than three inches from his eyes. 

"Bill?" Sharon asked cryptically. "Are you sure there isn't something 
wrong?" 

"What?" Bill said. He started and looked up at Sharon as if he had forgotten 
who she was. "Oh, no no no. Nothing's wrong. Nothing's wrong at all." 

Recovering himself, Bill again raised his hand and massaged the flesh of 
Sharon's inner thigh. But it was now completely hopeless. He could no longer 
restrain himself from staring at her nearly completely revealed pussy, and 
his entire face was red with arousal. After a moment he stopped rubbing her 
leg completely. 

"Bill?" Sharon repeated. "Are you sure there isn't something wrong?" 

Bill said nothing in response. Instead he simply remained on his knees 
between her nakedly splayed legs, gazing transfixedly at the lush mound of 
her damp vagina. Then, suddenly, his hands shot out. This time his fingers 
did not knead Sharon's thigh; instead they tightly gripped the hem of her 
panties. Before Sharon could stop him (presuming that she wanted to, which 
she did not) he had pulled them roughly away from her body, scattering the 
shreds on the ground. Then he lowered his head and enveloped her cuntal slit 
with his mouth, sucking at the pouting lips of her moist pussy like an 
animal who hasn't been fed for days. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Bill!" Sharon exclaimed excitedly. She looked at the director's head 
working furiously between her splayed thighs, feeling not so much anger as 
shock, and almost attempted to push him away. "Bill, my God! What do you 
think you're ... " 

Then the first sensations of guttural sexual arousal permeated Sharon's 
loins. She shuddered hard and groaned wantonly, almost overwhelmed by the 
indescribably luscious tingling that coursed through her pussy. Bill's lips 
seemed to be all over her cunt. She could feel his tongue swirling wetly 
through the pouting, swollen lips of her vagina, darting into the sheath of 
her pussy and flicking urgently against the erect bud of her clitoris. 
Already she could feel her lower back aching needfully with her ravenous 
passion, her entire body tensing in expectation of the orgasm only a man 
could give her. It was finally happening. She had dreamed of it, dreamed of 
incessantly ever since coming to camp, and now it was finally going to 
happen. Bill was going to have sex with her. And Sharon knew without a doubt 
that it would be very, very good. 

"Unhhhhhhhhh," Sharon grunted. For a moment longer she remained motionless 
on the bed, not responding visibly to Bill's expert cunt sucking. Then she 
dug her hands needfully into his hair and arched her back hard, shamelessly 
thrusting her lush pubic mound rhythmically into his mouth. "Oh Bill," she 
mewled, writhing lustfully on the cot. "Oh Bill, yes yes yes darling, it 
feels to good. Suck it, Bill! Unhhunh unhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Suck it harder!!" 

"Jesus," Bill grunted. He pushed his hands under Sharon's thighs and clasped 
his fingers tightly around the plump cheeks of her rounded buttocks, 
fondling them greedily. Then he began to suck her cunt much harder. He 
swirled his tongue quickly through the sizzling cleft of her pussy, eagerly 
drinking up the juices that poured from her hot cunt. Sharon's pussy tasted 
better than any he had ever had, and it excited him tremendously; he had not 
had a woman since his own wife died over two years earlier, and now the 
imminence of copulation had created an erection in his pants that was as 
hard as a brick. Groaning, Bill removed his lips from the pouting lips of 
Sharon's moist pussy. Then he elapsed them hungrily around the aching bud of 
her clitoris and sucked it as hard as he could. 

"Unh unhhhhh awwwwwww!" Sharon mewled. Her face contorted in an expression 
of agonized desire, and she hungrily thrust her hair fringed pussy into 
Bill's tongue. Her cunt felt like it was on fire. On a few occasions Sharon 
had been able to convince her late husband to eat her out, but he had never 
seemed to enjoy it, and she had been much too conservative and proper to 
teach him how. But Bill obviously knew how already. His sucking was 
incredibly expert, and with every swirl of his wet tongue Sharon felt her 
loins drawn to another crescendo of arousal. Whimpering, she dug her fingers 
sharply into his hair and clawed wildly, animalishly, at his skull. "Oh 
Bill!" she groaned. "Harder Bill, harder! Unh unh unh that feels so gooood! 
Aww! Awwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhh! Suck my pussy Bill! Oh God yes suck it, suck it as 
hard as you can it feels so goooood!" 

Then, suddenly, Sharon felt Bill remove his lips from her pussy. A little 
sigh of disappointment escaped her throat, and she instinctively closed her 
eyes. Her first thought was that something had gone wrong. Everything so far 
had been too good to be true. She had told Bill she had an imaginary cramp 
in her leg, and he had rubbed it for her, and he had gotten excited; it had 
all gone according to plan, a careless, desperate, obvious plan she had 
dreamed up only under the spell of uncontrollable horniness. Now she was 
sure her bubble had burst, and she could not bear to look at it. One of the 
teenagers had entered the tent without warning; Bill had had second 
thoughts, and didn't want to make love to her anymore; he had an appointment 
he was late for, and he couldn't stay with her any longer. Sharon was sure 
it was something like that. Whatever it was, it had to be bad. 

"Sharon!" Bill muttered hoarsely. 

Sharon opened her eyes. Immediately her breath caught in her throat, and her 
pretty blue eyes widened as far as they would go. Again she felt the lips of 
her hair fringed pussy swell and pout with her arousal, throbbing wantonly 
with the need for sexual fulfillment. No, nothing had gone wrong at all. 

Bill was completely naked. His brawny forty year old body had gone flabby in 
several places, but his thick chest and shoulders were covered with hair, 
making him look like a virile male animal. And his penis, Sharon realized, 
was absolutely huge. The thick, long shaft of his blood engorged member 
stood out from his stomach like an iron pipe, the purplish cockhead pulsing 
luridly against his belly. 

"I want you, Sharon," Bill said pleadingly. His face was flushed and sweaty 
with horniness; it was obvious that he was uncontrollably excited. "Please 
Sharon, I've got to have you. Please." 

"Oh Bill," Sharon sighed longingly. She stared shamelessly at the blue 
veined stiffness of his meaty erection, and as she did so she felt her 
gurgling cuntal orifice dampen with fresh excitement. Whimpering, she let 
her head relax into the mattress. Then she inched her buttocks cheeks closer 
to the edge of the cot and spread her long tapering legs even further apart, 
wordlessly telling Bill that he could fuck her just as hard as he liked. 

"Oh God," Bill muttered. For a long moment he stared transfixedly at the 
female counselor's mouth wateringly voluptuous body. Then he leaned forward 
and put his hands on the front of her blouse. It buttoned down the middle, 
and even though it was the largest the camp had to offer its female 
counselors the chest strained outwards with the enormous fullness of 
Sharon's womanly bosom. Bill sighed, looking at her large tits; he could see 
the bumps of her distended nipples under the blouse, and knew that she was 
as excited as he was. Then he tightened his grip on the sheer cotton fabric 
and ripped it completely away from her body, leaving her naked except for 
her white cotton brassiere. 

"Oh, Bill," Sharon sighed hungrily. She put her hands behind her head and 
started to remove the brassiere. Her breasts seemed to ache as ravenously as 
her pussy; her nipples were stiff and very hard, and she knew she wanted 
Bill's mouth on them, sucking them as eagerly as he had sucked her clitoris. 

But then Bill ripped away her brassiere too. It shredded easily down the 
middle, and before she was even aware that it was gone he had scattered its 
fragments on the ground with her panties and shorts. Then she was completely 
naked. Sharon craned her neck and looked at her own body. Over her neck she 
could see her large, milk white tits billowing and jiggling salaciously with 
every tiny breath she took. Her nipples were very, very hard; her large, 
dusky pink aureoles were goosebumped with excitement, and the buds distended 
stiffly from her bosom, almost a full half inch. 

"Oh God," Bill sighed. He stared for a long time at Sharon's completely 
naked body, almost panting as his eyes fluttered between her full swollen 
tits and the fleecy black curls of her lush pubic mound. Then he leaned 
forward. He wrapped his fingers lustfully around the jiggling globes of 
Sharon's mammaries, kneading and squeezing them eagerly. Sharon whimpered 
and strained her chest upwards, wordlessly urging him to fondle her breasts 
more lasciviously. Then he leaned forward until he was almost on top of her. 
His mouth found the aching bud of her right nipple, and he began to suck it 
just as he had sucked her clitoris, with all the insatiable passion he had 
in him. 

"Oh Bill!" Sharon whimpered hungrily. "Bill Bill Bill oh Bill!" She groaned 
and immediately raped her arms over his neck, eagerly pulling his head into 
her tits. Now her entire body felt on fire. The sensations in her pussy 
seemed to have coursed through her entire body, making her tingle from head 
to toe with the need for copulation. As Bill sucked and fondled her breasts 
she whimpered and rolled her head wildly back and forth. Then she wrapped 
her arms more tightly around his neck and shamelessly gyrated her naked hips 
in the lewd rhythms of fucking, eagerly thrusting her hair fringed fissure 
towards Bill's body. She knew that such a gesture was crude and obscene, but 
she could no longer help herself. The pouting lips of her vagina were 
literally gurgling with the profusion of her womanly juices; every pore in 
her body begged for the meaty satisfaction of Bill's throbbing erection 
filling up her cunt, stabbing again and again deep into her belly. 

"Please Bill, fuck me!" Sharon blurted. Her face reddened at her use of the 
forbidden obscenity, but in spite of her embarrassment she had to say it; 
she had lost all control. "Bill! Please Bill, oh please, fuck me right now! 
I can't wait anymore Bill! Oh God please, fuck me really hard!!" 

For a moment Bill paused with his lips encircling Sharon's turgid nipple. 
Then he rose slowly and scanned every inch of her naked body. His eyes 
roamed quickly between her shuddering breasts, her hair fringed cuntal 
fissure and the long, shapely taper of her legs, and the wild expression on 
his face said that he did not know which part of her he wanted most. 

"Hurry Bill, oh hurry!" Sharon whimpered. She mewled salaciously and again 
gyrated her plump ass rhythmically on the bed, shamelessly thrusting her 
gurgling pussy towards Bill's body. "Please Bill, fuck me! Oh God oh God 
fuck me right now!" 

Bill said nothing in response. Instead he only grunted and inched closer to 
the cot, until his knees touched lightly against the mattress. The cot was 
very high, and Sharon's ass was on the very edge. He wouldn't even have to 
bend over to fuck her; she was in the perfect position. 

"Hurry, Bill!" Sharon mewled. "Hurry!" 

Sweating profusely and breathing heavily, Bill moved still closer to the 
cot. Then he dug his fingers into the ivory smooth flesh of Sharon's thighs 
and drew them still farther apart. His organ was swollen and bloated to rock 
hard stiffness; his mushroom shaped cock head was literally gorged with 
blood. Bill panted and flexed his buttocks, pushing his meaty erection 
forward until the bulbous crown touched the pouting lips of Sharon's pussy. 
Immediately he felt her labia contracting instinctively around his tumescent 
prick, and a deep sigh of pleasure escaped his throat. Then, bracing himself 
with his hands on her knees, Bill slowly began to slide the meaty thickness 
of his engorged member into the clinging wetness of Sharon's cunt. 

"Unhhhhhhhhh!" Sharon whimpered. She groaned salaciously and rolled her head 
wildly on the cot. Then she eagerly thrust her moist pussy into the stabbing 
impalement of Bill's erection, wanting every inch of it filling up her cunt. 
She could feel the bulbous, swollen glans distending the lips of her vaginal 
opening, and the sensation of the taut flesh chafing against her clitoris 
was indescribably, unutterably good. Groaning and grunting, Sharon threw her 
arms tightly around Bill's neck and tried to draw him into her body. He was 
the first man she had had since her husband died, and she wanted him 
desperately; Sharon could not remember having ever been so horny in her 
life. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Bill sighed. He continued to slide his blood engorged member 
into Sharon's pussy, gasping as he felt her vaginal walls contracting wetly 
around his blue veined shaft. Then it was all in, every inch of it, his 
entire prick buried to the hilt in her cunt. Bill gasped and paused to savor 
the sensation. Sharon's pussy was incredibly tight, and he could feel the 
shaft of his tumescent organ soaking in her juices, seeming to grow harder 
and stiffer by the moment. His balls ached terrifically with their load of 
sperm, and he knew it would not be long before he gushed his semen deep into 
her belly. 

Then Bill felt Sharon thrusting her hips at him, driving her ravished pussy 
into his loins. He winced and dug his fingers more sharply into her thighs, 
supporting himself. Then he flexed his buttocks and responded in kind, 
slowly and steadily thrusting his bloated organ in and out of her cunt. 

"Awwwwwwwwunnnnnnhhhhhhhh!" Sharon groaned. She moaned gutturally with the 
sensation, rolling her head senselessly on the cot in the supreme pleasure 
of fucking. Then she instinctively raised her thighs and locked them tightly 
around Bill's waist, crossing her ankles around his back. "Fuck me Bill, 
fuck me!" she mewled, thrusting her gurgling pussy at him faster and faster. 
"Awwwwww Bill that feels so good! Unh unh unhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me 
harder! Oh God fuck me as hard as you can!" 

"Jesus," Bill murmured. He panted and opened his eyes wide, staring at the 
incredibly voluptuous, naked woman he had pleading for his cock beneath him. 
He could see his turgid organ embedded into her cunt, could see the hairy 
lips of her pussy clasped tightly around the very base of his member, and 
the sight managed to excite him still further. Groaning, Bill withdrew his 
rampant erection until only the beet red head distended the lips of her 
vagina. Then with an eager sigh he pounded it all the way back in again, 
beginning to ravage her cunt with his dick with all the strength he had in 
him. 

"Oh Bill! Fuck me Bill, fuck me!" Squealing delightedly, Sharon intensified 
the rhythm of their adulterous copulation, furiously thrusting up her hair 
fringed fissure to meet every spearing thrust of Bill's throbbing erection. 
Then she suddenly threw her arms around his neck and drew him into her body, 
moaning as she felt his hairy chest compress the swollen, jiggling globes of 
her bosom. She had to have him on top of her; she had to feel his flesh on 
her flesh, feel his hard male skin rubbing up against distended nipples as 
he pounded his blood engorged member into her ravaged cunt. "Harder Bill, 
harder!" she mewled, clawing his back in an animalistic frenzy of lust. "Unh 
unh unhhhhhh-hhhhhhhh! Fuck me! Awwwwww-wwwww fuck me yes yes it feels so 
good! Fuck me harder Bill oh oh fuck me as hard as you can!" 

Bill did not have to be asked twice. He groaned and let his head fall into 
the milk white flesh of Sharon's bosom. As he continued to fuck her, 
stabbing his meaty prick rhythmically into her clinging vaginal sheath, he 
again wrapped his lips lustfully around the turgid bud of her erected 
nipple. Then he sucked it needfully, chewing and licking the swollen pink 
bud with all the instinctive hunger of a suckling baby. 

"Oh Bill," Sharon moaned. As he sucked her breasts Sharon moaned with 
lascivious pleasure and drew his head hungrily into her bosom. "Awwwwwww! 
Unh unh unhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me! Oh God yes yes that feels so good! 
Unnngghhhhhhh! Harder Bill, harder! Fuck me as hard as you can!" 

Then Sharon realized she was about to have her orgasm. Her entire body 
stiffened dramatically, as if she had been charged with an electric shock, 
and she felt her nipples stiffen to a new hardness in Bill's mouth. Then she 
began to moan uncontrollably. Grunting and whimpering, she threw her legs up 
his back until her ankles were wrapped almost around his shoulders, lifting 
her buttocks off the cot so that he could sink every satisfying inch of his 
meaty erection into the clinging wetness of her pussy. Then she felt the 
first spasms. 

"Awwwwwwwww! Billlllll!" Sharon shrieked. Her face contorted in an 
expression of agonized lust; her cheeks flushed red, and her breath caught 
in her throat. Then she pounded her hips off the cot so hard that it shook 
beneath them, furiously driving her gurgling cunt into Bill's bloated organ. 
"Fuck me! Awwww-nnnnnhhhhhh awwwwnhhhhhhhhh yes yes ... unhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck 
me Bill fuck me I'm cumming! Awwwwww God ... unh ... yes yes I'm cumming! 
Awwwwwwwww! Cummmmming cumming cuuuuuuummmmmiiiiiinnggggggg ... ahhhhhhhhh 
... " 

"Unnnnggghhhhhhh," Bill grunted. As Sharon orgasmed beneath him he could 
feel the lips of her pussy contracting reflexively around his blood engorged 
shaft, instinctively milking and sucking his swollen prick deep inside her 
body. A lurid smile of pleasure crossed his face, and his cock momentarily 
throbbed into full, absolute hardness. Then the sperm gushed from his aching 
dick. There was more of it than Bill could ever remember having cum in his 
life. The white, viscous semen shot and spurted again and again, streaming 
from his twitching cum hole deep into Sharon's belly. For several moments 
Bill remained poised over her naked body, gasping as he felt his bloated 
testicles empty themselves repeatedly over their load of seminal fluid. Then 
he sighed happily, and then he let himself relax on top of her, nestling his 
head in her bosom. 

"Oh Bill," Sharon sighed dreamily. She raised her head and looked lovingly 
at him. Then she pursed her lips and gave him a very gentle, very tender 
kiss on his forehead. She could not remember a time when she had been so 
sexually fulfilled. Her entire body tingled in post-orgasmic satisfaction, 
and she could feel her cuntal sheath still contracting around the 
now-softening length of his male organ. Sharon groaned with pleasure and let 
her body sink into the cot, happily cradling the weight of Bill's head on 
her bosom. It had all come true, she thought happily. She had wanted him, 
and now she had him, and it would be a long time before she would have to 
worry about being without him again. The rest of the day was free for them. 
They could lie in Bill's tent the remainder of the morning and afternoon, 
being naked next to each other and having sex whenever they pleased. And the 
rest of her stay at camp would not be so hard for her. How could it be, when 
she had Bill's bed to go to in secret every night, his beautifully large 
erection to pound through her pussy and give her sexual consummation again 
and again. Because there was nothing as good as a good lover, Sharon thought 
knowingly. There was nothing that good in the world. 

She would, of course, probably have felt differently if either Bill or she 
had heard the stirring outside his tent. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"You got it?" Julie asked. 

"Oh, I got it all right," Steve said. He laughed and touched the camera 
under his arm, patting it as fondly as if it were a favored dog. "I got it 
real good, and nobody's going to get it away from me." 

Julie laughed, tilting her head and smiling at the cloudless, windswept sky. 
Then the two of them walked as quickly as they could up from the counselors' 
area to Steve's tent. It was now a little before twelve noon. The breeze was 
blowing pleasantly, but in spite of it and the weather forecast of the night 
before it had turned out to be a very hot day. As they walked Steve and 
Julie's faces were flushed red with the heat, and they sweated profusely 
through their clothes. But neither one of them cared. For the past half hour 
the two teenagers had been kneeling quietly outside Bill Mitchell's tent, 
giggling softly under their breaths as they took picture after picture of 
the camp director ramming his bloated organ into Sharon Phillips' wetly 
gurgling cunt. The light inside the tent had not been particularly good. It 
had actually been almost dark in there, and Steve had had to fiddle with the 
camera's adjustments several times before he was sure he had the proper 
image. But he hadn't been school photographer for nothing, and neither he 
nor Julie had any doubt that the pictures would develop properly. And when 
they did develop both of them were sure they would be more than a little 
interesting. 

"Hurry up," Steve said. He held open the canvas 'door' of his tent and 
gestured impatiently for Julie to enter. Then he stepped inside after her 
and drew the door shut again, fastening the chrome buttons to insure them as 
much privacy as possible. Grinning broadly, he knelt immediately on the 
ground inside the tent. As Julie watched him eagerly he flipped open the 
back of the camera, wound the spool and then removed the little cylinder 
housing the film. 

"You sure they're okay?" Julie said nervously. She sat on Steve's cot and 
glanced futilely through the small plastic window in the canvas door, afraid 
that someone might be watching them. "I mean, they won't be underdeveloped 
or anything. You'll be able to tell by looking what's going on, huh?" 

"You underestimate me, darling," Steve said humorously. He laughed and held 
up the film cylinder, holding it between his thumb and forefinger as if it 
were the world's largest diamond. "Serving as photographer in chief of the 
Jackson High School Weekly Clarion did teach me how to do more than shit in 
my pants. These pictures will not be underdeveloped, nor will they be 
overdeveloped. They will be absolutely, undeniably, exquisitely perfect!" 

"Oh God," Julie sighed. She licked her lips excitedly and squirmed to the 
edge of the cot. "How many did you get, do you think?" 

"Twelve," Steve replied quickly. He grinned and thrust the cylinder into the 
pocket of his shorts. "Twelve exceptional full color shots of our august 
camp director fucking your revered mother's pussy. Oh, excuse me; let me 
amend that. Eight shots of him fucking her. The first four shots are of him 
eating her out. And, of course, of her moaning. Moaning like a dog!" 

"Oh God," Julie said. She sighed and shook her head, as if she could not 
believe their good fortune. "Oh God, this is really fantastic. Just too 
fucking much!" 

"This," Steve said dramatically, "is a breakthrough. You know it is a 
breakthrough. I have been waiting for this for a month. For thirty solid 
days I have been following your mother around like my goddamn life depended 
on it. I have peered at her when she was undressing. I have tailed her from 
one end of the camp to the other. She has made me horny, and I have jacked 
off thinking about her! And that is all I have done, because for one solid 
month I was able to find nothing, repeat, nothing that would help me to get 
in between those superfine thighs of hers. And now, and now ... " 

"Oh God," Julie repeated, sighing and shaking her head. "Fucking far out!" 

"And now I have it!" Mark exclaimed. He patted the bulge of the cylinder in 
his pocket and looked at Julie wildly. "I have it, more than I could ever 
have hoped for! Because less than ten minutes ago, ten minutes mind you, ten 
minutes!-I saw your saintly mother in the act of fucking Bill Mitchell! And 
I have it on film! And I am going to blackmail her with it! I am going to 
blackmail her, and she will do anything, absolutely anything, I say!" 

"What are you going to do?" Julie asked. 

"What do you think I am going to do?!?!" Steve shot back, almost shouting. 
He looked at Julie wildly and pointed through the plastic window at one of 
the few wooden buildings on the camp ground, gesturing to it as a mountain 
climber might point towards Mount Everest. "Do you see that building out 
there?" he continued. "Well, there is a darkroom in that building. It is not 
exactly the best darkroom in the world, but it will do, and tonight I am 
going to break into it. I am going to develop those pictures. I am going to 
make two copies apiece, and stash the negatives, and believe me, every 
single one of them will be perfect! And then, tomorrow night, Mark and I are 
going to pay a little visit to your darling mother in her tent. We are going 
to show those pictures to her, every single perfect one. And we are going to 
tell her, if she does not do everything we say, we are going to send copies 
of those pictures to everybody from her neighbors to the goddamn local 
PTA!!!!" 

"Oh God ... " Julie sighed. 

"And then," Steve continued, his eyes bright and hard with an almost 
hysterical lust, "we are going to fuck her! We are going to fuck her all day 
and all night, just as long as we want to, in every sweet little hole in her 
gorgeous, gorgeous body! And she will let us fuck her, because she has to. 
If she doesn't, her life will be ruined. It's as simple as that." 

"Oh God, Steve," Julie said. She bit her lip and looked at him sadly, as if 
she didn't want to ruin his happiness. "What about Mitchell?" 

"Mitchell? Bill Mitchell?" Steve said. He repeated the name softly under his 
breath. Then his eyes glazed over, and all the enthusiasm seemed to leave 
his face at once, like a windless sail. Groaning, he dropped his hands to 
his sides and looked despondently at the floor. "Oh shit," he mumbled. 
"Mitchell." 

"Sharon might talk to him about it, Steve," Julie pointed out sadly. "I 
mean, it's not like she'd be afraid to or anything. And he might not care if 
you threatened to blackmail him. Men are like that, you know, all their 
pride and stuff. He might just go after you and Mark and really work you 
over and make you tell him where the negatives are." 

"Well shit, that's nothing," Steve said softly. He grimaced and looked at 
Julie desperately, hoping against hope that she'd agree with him. "Me and 
Mark were in football, junior varsity. We can kick his ass easy." 

"Oh Steve, I really doubt it," Julie said miserably. "They say he used to be 
a big amateur boxer and stuff, and I know he's real strong." 

"Yeah, but he doesn't want to lose his job, does he?" Steve asked 
pleadingly. "We could blackmail him too. We could send pictures to his boss, 
and then he'd get fired. He's been doing this for years; he doesn't want to 
lose his job, for Chrissakes!" 

Julie bit her lip and shook her head sadly, reluctant to deliver the final 
rebuttal. 

"He might not care," she said quietly. "It would be different if he were 
head of a corporation or something, but for a man his age camp director 
probably isn't any big thing. He might even want to lose it. Men are like 
that too, I guess." 

"Well ... " Steve began. Then he realized he had nothing left to say, and 
what little happiness was left in his face faded away abruptly. "Oh, shit," 
he moaned. He put his head in his hands and rocked back and forth on the 
dirt floor of the tent, groaning like a wounded animal. "Shit, shit, shit!" 
he said bitterly. "Just when I thought I had her. Just when I thought ... oh 
fuck. God damn!" 

"On the other hand," Julie said mischievously. She licked her lips and 
giggled shamelessly, her eyes brightening with her new idea. "I could always 
give Mr. Mitchell a good fucking. I'll bet he'd forget all about my mother 
if I did that. At least he would if I fucked him really good." 

"Yeah?" Steve said. He raised his head and looked at Julie questioningly. 
"You wouldn't mind doing that? I mean, if you'd mind you don't ... " 

"Oh Steve, are you kidding?!?!" Julie exclaimed. She giggled and clasped her 
slender thighs tightly together, as if the mere thought of copulating with 
Bill Mitchell excited her. "I wouldn't mind at all. I mean, you couldn't 
tell yourself 'cause you're a guy, but he's a really desirable man, in a 
way. And I just know he's got a really fine cock. Mmmmmmm!" Julie shivered 
and squirmed salaciously on the cot. "I get turned on just thinking about 
it!" 

"Fucking far out!" Steve cried. He bounced to his feet and gave Julie an 
affectionate kiss on her forehead. "That's too much! That's perfect! If you 
seduce him tonight while we're in the darkroom, then tomorrow ... shit, 
there'll be nothing stopping us! Nothing! Oh Jesus, that's fantastic!" He 
leaned forward and gave Julie another kiss. "And you're sure you won't mind? 
Are you absolutely positive?" 

Julie didn't answer. Instead she dropped her eyes and stared wantonly at the 
bulge in Steve's pants as he stood in front of her. A slow, lascivious smile 
turned her lips, and she licked them unconsciously. Steve's penis was very, 
very hard. It stood out against his inner thigh like a length of iron pipe, 
long and thick and as erect as it could get. The spongy crown of his dick 
formed an unmistakable outline through his khaki shorts, and even as Julie 
stared at it she could see its meaty thickness throbbing with its 
engorgement of blood. Julie giggled and mewled softly under her breath, 
staring at his turgid prick. In a way she did not really care that much 
about watching Mark and Steve gang bang her mother; she had always been 
ambivalent towards Sharon, even as a little girl. And though she wanted to 
fuck Bill Mitchell she didn't care all that much about that either. What 
really excited her was the effect Sharon had on Steve and Mark; whenever 
they talked about her they couldn't fuck Julie enough. 

"Oh Steve," Julie sighed. She looked up at him coquettishly and placed her 
open palm on the meaty thickness of his member. "Talking about Sharon has 
really got you horny, hasn't it lover? Your dick is really hard." 

"Yeah," Steve muttered. He grinned, then winced as Julie lewdly gave his 
bloated organ a titillating squeeze. "Yeah, I guess it is at that. What do 
you figure I ought to do about it." 

"Oh, I don't know, Steve," Julie replied playfully. Without removing her 
eyes from him she unzipped his shorts and reached into the opening. Then she 
withdrew the throbbing length of his blood engorged member. It was indeed 
very, very stiff. The shaft pulsed rhythmically against her fingers, and the 
mushroom shaped head was swollen and beet red. 

"You've really got a big hard on, Steve," Julie purred. She giggled and 
wrapped her fingers around the trunk of his erection, squeezing it lewdly. 
Immediately the taut skin of his cockhead swelled and contracted, and a thin 
trail of translucent seminal fluid dripped obscenely from his cum hole. 

"Ungghhhhhhh," Steve grunted. He closed his eyes and instinctively pushed 
his hips forward, thrusting his erect penis into Julie's face. "Hey," he 
said tightly, "suppose you practice for your little tryst with Mr. Mitchell. 
You know what I mean? Like right now?" 

"Oh Steve!" Julie said. She giggled and blew a short puff of air against his 
hardened prick, fully aware of how much that would excite him. "That's a 
fantastic idea. A girl needs every bit of practice she can get." 

"Then suck it," Steve said simply. He groaned and put his hands on Julie's 
shoulders, impatient for the wetness of her sucking lips on his cock. "Go 
ahead. Suck it really good." 

"Oh Steven," Julie purred. She released her hold on his prick and dug her 
fingers sharply into the lean cheeks of his buttocks, drawing his body so 
close to her that the tip of his bloated organ touched her face. Then she 
opened her mouth wide. As Steve groaned above her she lowered her head over 
his rampant member and closed her lips wetly around his swollen shaft. Then 
she began to suck his dick as hard as she could. Her pretty young cheeks 
reddened as she engulfed the head of his cock, and she bellowed them 
rhythmically, expertly increasing the suctioning pressure in her mouth. Then 
she laved her tongue wetly around the spongy flesh of his cockhead, giving 
him the very best blow job she could. She knew that within a day and a half 
Steve and Mark would seduce her mother, and after that she would not see so 
much of them; they would be too busy fucking Sharon to bother with her 
sexual needs more than once or twice a day. But Julie was already resigned 
to that. The important thing was that for the next twenty-four hours she 
would still have Steve all to herself: every satisfying inch of his meaty 
erection pounding through her pussy, every drop of his creamy white sperm 
gushing into her belly, filling up her mouth and throat. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Nalley County School District-Student Grade and Deportment File-Grade 10. 

Student: Vincent Moretti 

Age: Sixteen. 

Deportment: D- 

Comments: Vincent's deportment is deplorable. He is unable to restrain 
himself from laughing and talking while class is in session. Several times I 
have singled out Vincent and scolded him in front of the class. Vincent 
seems oblivious to these measures. He laughs at me and calls me filthy names 
... " 

"Oh shit," Bill Mitchell muttered. He tossed the file carelessly on the desk 
and folded it quickly. Then he folded his hands behind his head and leaned 
back in his chair, staring wistfully at the roof of his tent. It was now 
almost ten o'clock, and for the past three hours he had been dutifully 
scouring through his files, looking for some clue into Moretti's behavior. 
His suggestions to Sharon that morning had failed. When she had tried to 
reward him Moretti had only called her a "tricky asshole" and walked away, 
jeering at her. Ordinarily Bill would never have bothered with this type; 
no, he would have shipped the snot-nose bastard home on the next bus out, 
and he certainly wouldn't have wasted his free hours in the evening trying 
to figure out a solution to his behavior. But this was different. Moretti 
was Sharon's student, and Bill Mitchell knew that if he tamed him he would 
succeed in impressing her. He would do anything to impress her. 

Actually, he would do anything for her, period. Bill sighed and fidgeted in 
his chair, looking through the opening of his tent at the stars that 
twinkled in the jet black sky. Ordinarily he would have been oblivious to 
such a sight, but now every natural scene seemed to strike a chord deep 
inside him, making him ache for something he couldn't even define. It was 
Sharon, Bill thought, nodding his head for emphasis; it couldn't be anyone 
else. Already he was showing every sign of a man in love, and perhaps he 
already was. He knew that he could have picked a worse woman to fall in love 
with. 

They had had sex that afternoon a total of four times. After their first 
copulation they had rested awhile, lying naked next to each other on the cot 
and talking quietly. It had turned out that they had a lot in common besides 
being widowed, and gradually Bill had felt a closeness growing between them. 
Then Sharon had stroked his flaccid penis, and when it stiffened they made 
love a second time. Then a third, and then a fourth, and now Bill could 
hardly get sex out of his mind. Sharon's body was almost unbelievably 
voluptuous. Even after seeing her naked for hours on end he had never 
stopped marveling at it, and several times he had bashfully requested just 
to look at her-her large milk white breasts, the firm taper of her slender 
waist, her exquisitely proportioned thighs and the tight, hair fringed pussy 
that had already milked so much seminal fluid out of his aching, spurting 
prick. And she had complied every time. She had been just as eager for sex 
as Bill had been, and her enthusiasm had only served to excite him still 
further. In retrospect it was still a little amazing to Bill that a forty 
year old man could be capable of having sex four times in a single 
afternoon. But with Sharon that was certainly possible. With Sharon he could 
have sex eight, nine, ten times, even when he was ninety. 

"Jesus," Bill muttered. He sighed longingly and squeezed the bulge of his 
hardening cock through his slacks. It was only too bad, he thought, that 
Sharon couldn't come to his tent tonight. He'd wanted her to, and she'd 
wanted to as well, but after a brief discussion she'd finally refused. It 
was just too suspicious. She'd already spent the whole day there, and people 
might start talking if she returned the same night. They would both have to 
wait until tomorrow. The only trouble was, Bill thought miserably, that he 
could hardly wait that long. In less than twelve hours he had become 
hopelessly entranced with every part of Sharon Phillips, and especially her 
body. He knew she was right, but he didn't want to wait; he wanted to fuck 
her right now. 

"Jesus," Bill repeated. He squinted his eyes and peered around the corners 
of the tent, looking for signs of life in the camp outside. Then he slowly 
pushed his chair away from the desk. He slid forward on the chair until his 
buttocks were perched on its edge, almost lying on its hard wood surface. 
Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out the aching shaft of his swollen 
erection. His cock was now completely hard. The thick, blue veined trunk was 
almost painfully gorged with blood, and the mushroom shaped head was so 
bulbous and purplish that it looked as if it had been stung by a bee. Bill 
looked at his penis and chuckled drily; he hadn't been troubled by unwanted 
erections since he'd been a teenager, but that was all before screwing 
Sharon Phillips. Then he closed his fist around the trunk of his bloated 
organ and quickly, furtively, began to masturbate, sighing as he felt his 
turgid prick swell and throb in his hand. He couldn't help it, he thought 
vaguely, grunting animalishly as he felt his testicles tighten on the 
underside of his dick. Sharon had excited him so much, and he wouldn't be 
able to have her again until tomorrow, and he just couldn't wait that long. 
Her breasts, her thighs, the sucking warmth of her pussy: just thinking 
about her got him more excited than he could stand. 

"Oh my," a soft, lilting female voice said in front of him. 

Bill shuddered and masturbated faster and faster, assuming the voice was in 
his imagination. Then he heard the same voice giggle lasciviously, and he 
quickly opened his eyes. His jaw dropped open in shock, and he removed his 
hand from his erection and made a hopeless attempt to cover it with his 
hands. 

Standing in front of him was a very young, very pretty girl of about 
sixteen. Bill noticed something familiar in her face, and then remembered 
that she was Sharon's daughter Julie. Julie was wearing a man's bathrobe 
tied around the waist by a short sash. Her innocent blue eyes were very 
wide, and as she stared openly at Bill's throbbing erection she held her 
fingers girlishly over her mouth. She did not look at all displeased by the 
sight. Rather she looked positively overjoyed, like a child surprised by an 
unexpected Christmas gift. 

"Oh God, Mr. Mitchell!" Julie exclaimed. She dropped her hands and giggled 
delightedly. "I didn't know ... oh I'm so sorry! You were masturbating!" 

"I ... I was not!" Bill replied with absurd indignation. He looked at Julie 
as sternly as he could and reached for his pants. But it was hopeless; they 
were knotted around his ankles, and it would have taken him almost a minute 
to untangle them before pulling them up. Flushing, he sat straight in the 
chair and tried to look as dignified as he could. "What do you think you're 
doing in here?" he said icily. 

"Well I don't know, Mr. Mitchell," Julie replied. She giggled and walked 
slowly forward, making her lithe teenage hips sway provocatively. "Gosh, it 
sure looked like you were masturbating. I mean, sitting there with your 
pants down and all, and your dick so big and hard and stiff. You've got a 
really, really big cock, Mr. Mitchell. I mean, I had no idea!" 

"What?!?!" Bill said. He blinked his eyes and shook his head, trying to 
figure out what was going on: was this imagination or what? Then he looked 
back at Julie. She was now standing directly next to his chair. Her lips 
were moist, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were staring directly at 
the tumescent shaft of his meaty erection. 

"What ... what do you think you're doing?" Bill said helplessly. He shook 
his head again, a little harder this time, and stared at Julie wonderingly. 
"This is my tent! What do you want?" 

"I don't mind that you were masturbating, Mr. Mitchell," Julie purred 
seductively. "I mean, it's understandable. I guess my mother really must 
have turned you on from all that fucking you did this afternoon ... " 

"WHAT?!?!" Bill cried. He gasped, and a cold shudder of fear ran violently 
up his spine. "How do you know about ... what are you talking about?" he 
said confusedly, blushing with embarrassment. "What in the world do you 
think you're doing in my tent!!!" 

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Mitchell," Julie answered quietly. She smiled and 
lovingly reached out to stroke the camp director's forehead. "And I really 
didn't mean to interrupt you from what you were doing. Why don't you go 
ahead and masturbate some more. I really like to watch when men jack off, 
especially if they've got really big pricks like you do. Here: maybe I 
should give you a little help ... " 

"What?!" Mitchell exclaimed, unable to think of anything else to say. Then 
Julie undid the sash and drew the front of her bathrobe open. Immediately 
Bill's words caught in his throat. His throat thickened, his eyes watered, 
and he suddenly realized that his blood engorged member was throbbing more 
painfully than ever before. 

Under the bathrobe Julie was absolutely naked. Her breasts were fairly 
large, firm and perfectly formed; the round globes stood out from her 
delicate sixteen year old body with mouthwatering tautness, milk white and 
capped by half dollar sized pink nipples that were stiffly distended with 
her arousal. Her waist was incredibly small, almost tiny, and it tapered 
easily into a set of lithe girlish hips and shapely thighs. But what caught 
Bill Mitchell's attention, what made him forget momentarily about everything 
else and what made his organ bloat and swell with desire, was Julie's pussy. 
Julie had the most luscious pussy he had ever seen. The fleecy brown curls 
of her pubic vee looked as soft and delicate as cotton candy; at the 
juncture of her thighs he could see the pouting lips of her moist pussy, 
swollen and pink with the juices of her womanly excitement. Her vagina 
looked extremely small, and as Bill tried to imagine ramming his thick 
erection into its clinging wetness his cock began to throb that much harder. 

"Do you like my body, Mr. Mitchell?" Julie purred shamelessly. She stood 
with her hands on her slender hips, holding her bathrobe open and giggling 
expectantly. Then she reached out and wrapped her fingers around Bill's 
wrist. "Here," she said, drawing his hand towards her cunt. "Why don't you 
touch it. I'll bet that would really help you masturbate a lot, wouldn't 
it?" 

"No," Bill said. He shook his head and made a vague effort to draw back in 
the chair. "Nooo ... " But it was already too late. Before he understood 
what had happened Julie guided his hand to her cunt. He felt his index 
finger touch the outer lips of her labia, and then the clinging moistness of 
her vaginal sheath slide over the first inch of his finger as she drew his 
hand closer to her body. Then all the resistance and confusion seemed to 
pass out of him at once. He knew that he was about to fuck a sixteen year 
old girl, and that he could not allow that to happen. He also knew that the 
sixteen year old girl was Sharon's daughter, and if she ever found out about 
it their affair would be over; she might even press criminal charges. But 
abruptly Bill found he didn't care. All he knew was that he could smell 
Julie's wet pussy from a mile away, and the pungent aroma was incredibly 
tantalizing. As he looked at her mouth-watering young body his cock throbbed 
as stiff as it could get, and his bloated testicles ached with their load of 
semen. He didn't care that she was underage, or that he didn't understand 
what she was doing in the tent. All he knew was that he had to fuck her. 
Evidently he wouldn't have to wait until tomorrow after all. 

"Jesus," Bill muttered. He leaned forward and turned his chair so that he 
was directly facing the nubile teenager's naked body. Then he stiffened his 
index finger and slid it slowly into the clinging dampness of Julie's cunt. 

"Oh Mr. Mitchell," Julie sighed. Her eyelids fluttered salaciously, and a 
lurid smile of sexual pleasure crept over her face. "Oh that really feels 
good, lover. Unhhhhh!" Whimpering, she removed her hand from Bill's wrist 
and arched her back forward, thrusting her gurgling cuntal slit into his 
finger. "Do it harder," she said softly. "Oh God yes yesss, that really 
feels soo goood!" 

"I can't believe this is happening," Bill muttered. "Jesus. I just can't 
believe it ... " 

Then he felt Julie's hands rest lightly on his shoulders. He shuddered at 
her touch and leaned farther forward, sliding his finger rhythmically in and 
out of her moist pussy. Her cunt seemed to be getting wetter and wetter by 
the moment. With every thrust of his finger he could feel the pink walls of 
her vagina clinging obscenely to it, sucking at it as if to draw it all the 
way into her belly. The pungent aroma of her juices was so strong that he 
could hardly breath through it. She was obviously an incredibly horny young 
girl, eager and ripe for copulation, and the realization that it was he who 
was making her that way made Bill's prick throb painfully. Groaning, he put 
his free hand on the peach like cheeks of Julie's buttocks and drew her body 
into him. Then he inserted a second finger into the damp warmth of her 
vagina, finger-fucking her very hard. 

"Awwwwwwww!" Julie whimpered. "Oh Mr. Mitchell oh oh oh unhhhhhhhhh ... " 
Her nostrils flared animalishly, and she dug her fingers sharply into his 
shoulders. "Do it harder lover, awww awww unhhhhhh! Harder harder, oh God do 
it as hard as you can!" 

That was more than Bill could take. Suddenly it was as if his conscience had 
abandoned him entirely, and everything he did from now on was out of his 
control. He withdrew his fingers from Julie's pussy and rose out of the 
chair. Then he removed his clothes, practically tearing them from his body 
in his haste to bury his throbbing prick in Julie's cunt and fuck her as 
hard as he could. 

"Oh God," Julie sighed. She opened her eyes, and when she saw what Bill was 
doing her smile became incredibly obscene with expectation. Giggling, she 
tossed the bathrobe off her shoulders, leaving herself completely naked. 
Then she shoved aside all the papers on the desk and sat on it. As Bill 
watched her she squirmed her pink little buttocks salaciously on the hard 
wood surface and then splayed her shapely thighs as far apart as they would 
go. "Hurry, Mr. Mitchell," she cried lewdly. She lay on the desk and raised 
her hips slightly, revealing the damp, hair fringed fissure of her pussy. 
"Hurry up and fuck me! Oh God I can't wait! Hurry Mr. Mitchell, hurry!" 

"Je-sus!" Bill exclaimed. He stared at Julie's cunt with uncontrollable 
lust, his eyes widening as he studied the pouting, swollen lips and the pink 
sheath that lay within. For a moment it again occurred to him that all of 
this was completely inexplicable; he had never talked to Julie before, he 
had no idea what she was doing in his tent and he had no idea why she was so 
anxious to fuck him. But he put his doubts quickly out of his mind. Panting 
and sweating, he kicked off his shoes and violently pulled his socks over 
his ankles. Then he was completely naked. In the pale light of the tent his 
hairy, brawny body looked almost gorilla-like. His penis was completely 
engorged with blood; it stood out from his belly obscenely, the swollen 
purple head bobbing obscenely against his navel. 

"Oh God," Julie sighed. She raised her head slightly and stared transfixedly 
at the meaty shaft of his blue veined erection. Then she put both hands 
between her thighs and shamelessly spread the lips of her pussy apart, 
pleading wordlessly for Bill to fuck her. "Hurry darling," she whimpered. 
"Please hurry up and put it in me, I can't wait anymore!" 

Bill didn't say anything. He grasped the trunk of his prick in his fist and 
held it forward, pointing the spongy head towards Julie's gurgling pussy 
like a compass. Then he stepped forward. For a moment he paused in front of 
the desk, holding his engorged member tightly in his hand as he stared 
hungrily at every inch of the teenage girl's naked body. His member was 
swollen and painfully turgid, and he could feel the orbs of his bloated 
testicles churning with their load of sperm; he knew that he could not fuck 
Julie very long before cumming. Groaning, Bill slid his hands down Julie's 
nakedly splayed thighs and spread them even further apart. Then he 
positioned his throbbing erection and slowly slid the head into the 
clasping, wet lips of her tight vagina. 

"Unhhhhhhhhhhhh," Julie whimpered. Her face flushed luridly, and her eyelids 
half closed as she felt the walls of her pussy being distended by Bill's 
meaty dick. Then she began to grunt shamelessly and grind her jiggling 
buttocks on the desk, thrusting her hair fringed fissure furiously into the 
stabbing impalement of his member. "Fuck me lover," she mewled, gasping and 
groaning wantonly. "Unhhhhhhhh-hhhhhhh! Unhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh harder Mr. 
Mitchell, harder! Push it in harder and fuck me really hard!" 

"Ahhhhhhhhh," Bill sighed. The sweat beaded on his forehead, and his lips 
twisted into a lurid smile of wanton sexual pleasure. Then he paused to look 
at his prick. Only the first several inches were embedded in Julie's vagina, 
and the sight aroused him tremendously. He could see the thick, blue veined 
shaft boring into her, and the lips of her cunt wetly encircling his dick. 
Even as he stared the pouting, swollen labia contracted reflexively around 
his bloated organ, sending another spasm of irresistible pleasure coursing 
through his loins. Bill groaned hungrily and continued to stare, unable to 
take his eyes from the naked teenager's hair fringed fissure. Then he raised 
his eyes to Julie's face. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips 
and leaned over her. Then, staring against at her pussy, he slowly slid the 
rest of his aching member into the clasping warmth of her vagina. 

"Awwwwwwwwww," Julie mewled. Her face contorted in an expression of agonized 
desire, and she rolled her head wildly on the desk. "Fuck me lover, fuck me! 
Oh God your dick is so big! Unhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me really hard!" 

Panting shamelessly, Julie suddenly threw up her long tapering legs and 
wrapped them tightly around Bill's back. Then she bounded her ripe buttocks 
faster than before, lewdly grinding her lush pubic mound into his belly. It 
was more than Bill could stand. He had wanted to take his time in fucking 
her. He knew he couldn't take her exquisitely tight pussy very long without 
cumming, and as long as he was going to risk his neck screwing a sixteen 
year old girl he wanted to enjoy it as long as possible. But that was out of 
the question now. His erection had stiffened to the point of being painful, 
and his balls were so bloated with sperm that he could feel them throbbing 
rhythmically, almost like his heart. Bill groaned and withdrew his prick 
until only the swollen head parted the lips of her pussy. Then he quickly 
thrust it all the way back in again, sighing with pleasure as he felt the 
orbs of his balls touch the sizzling cleft of her buttocks. As Julie 
whimpered beneath him he fucked her faster and faster, furiously reaming out 
her gurgling cunt with the meaty thickness of his tumescent member. 

"Unhhhhhhhh," Julie moaned. Her face clouded over as if she had been drugged 
and her eyelids closed and opened slowly, like the shutter of a camera. 
"Fuck me," she whimpered, her voice soft and childlike. "Unhhhhhhh ... Mr. 
Mitchell ... oh God ... fuck me! Unhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... fuck me harder. Fuck me 
really hard." 

"Ahhhhhhhh," Bill sighed. He looked hard at Julie's face and body, and as he 
did so an almost sadistic smile crossed his face. Shit, he thought; she 
looks like she's been hypnotized. Julie's cheeks were flushed with arousal, 
and her entire body had taken on a reddish glow that made her look even 
younger than she was. Her lips were parted insensibly, and she did not 
respond visibly now to the meaty, savage thrusts of Bill's bloated organ in 
her pussy. In a way, he thought, it was like he was dead, like the fucking 
was so good for her that she'd fallen into a trance. The only part of her 
that was still very much alive was her cunt. As Bill hammered his blood 
engorged member into her he could feel the walls of her vaginal sheath 
clinging even more forcefully to his blue veined shaft, milking and sucking 
hungrily at his dick as if to draw it all the way into her womb. 

Well, Bill thought, I know how to wake you up. He chuckled under his breath 
in anticipation of Julie's reaction. Then he lifted his hands from her 
thighs. He wrapped his fingers lustfully around the shivering globes of her 
breasts and milked them lasciviously, grinning as he saw the pink buds of 
her nipples stiffen with the sensation. Then he began to grind his hips with 
all the strength he had in him, furiously ramming his blood engorged member 
into her reeking vagina as hard as he could. 

"Unnnnnnggghhhhhhh," Julie groaned. Her eyes opened wide, then closed again. 
Then her face again contorted in a wounded expression, and she began to roll 
her head convulsively on the desk top. "Fuck me lover, fuck me," she 
groaned. She tightened her slender thighs around Bill's back and drew his 
body closer to her, trying to pull his dick farther into her body. Then she 
again gyrated her lush pubic mound rhythmically back and forth, meeting 
every stabbing thrust of Bill's rampant erection. 

"Yeah," Bill muttered. He squeezed Julie's breasts more tightly and looked 
into her eyes. "You like that, don't you," he muttered, grimacing as he 
buried his prick to the hilt in her pussy. "You really like that a lot." 

"Unhhhhhhhhhhh! Awwwwwwww!! Fuck me Mr. Mitchell, fuck me!" Julie moaned. 
She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him suddenly into her, sighing 
as his chest flattened her jiggling breasts. Then she kissed him wantonly, 
thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth as she continued to drive her 
hair fringed pussy into the hammering thrusts of his erection. "Oh God that 
feels so good! Unhhhhhh! Unhhhhhhhh! Harder lover, oh God do it harder! 
Awwwwww! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Then, suddenly, Bill could feel Julie's body tightening all over. Her 
nostrils flared, and her lips spread animalishly in an expression of 
ravenous passion. "Ohhhhh," she moaned, rolling her head on the desk. 
"Ohhhhhhh ... Mr. Mitchell ... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... " She withdrew her thighs 
from Bill's back and splayed them nakedly, digging her heels into the 
corners of the desk. Then she gasped hard, and shuddered, and then she 
violently arched her back, lifting them both off the desk and thrusting her 
pussy forward so that every inch of his throbbing erection was buried in her 
cunt. 

"Fuck me lover, fuck me!" she squealed. She threw her arms tightly around 
his neck and kissed him hotly, thrusting her tongue lewdly into his mouth. 
"Unhhhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm going to ... unhhhhhhhh! AWWWWWWWWWWWWW! FUCK 
ME! OH GOD FUCK ME I'M CUMMING! UNHHHHHH! UNHHHHHHH! I'M 
CUUUUMMMMMIIIIIINGGGGGG! AW-AWWWWWWWWW! I'M CUMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGGGG! 
AWW! Awwwww ... " 

For a moment Julie remained poised on the desk, her whole body arched as her 
loins shuddered in the consummating spasms of her orgasm. Bill could feel 
the hair fringed lips of her pussy contracting around his swollen shaft, 
spasmodically sucking and milking it deep into her belly. Then she sighed 
heavily, and then she relaxed completely on the desk. 

"Unnngghhhhh," Bill grunted. As the naked teenager lay quietly beneath him 
he continued to fuck her for another full minute, furiously reaming out her 
ravished pussy with the length of his rampant erection. Then he felt the cum 
churning in his balls, and he knew he was about to cum. He dug his fingers 
into Julie's shapely thighs and rammed his cock all the way into her cunt, 
wanting every inch of his member bathing in her gurgling slit for his 
orgasm. Then his prick hardened more stiffly, and then the creamy white 
sperm gushed furiously from his aching prick. There was more of it than 
there had even been with Sharon, more than he could remember having cum in 
his life. His balls emptied again and again, shooting and spurting torrents 
of semen deep inside Julie's sweating young body. For what felt like an hour 
Bill remained motionless, gasping as his testicles drained themselves of 
their load of seminal fluid. Then he smiled, even more obscenely and 
pleasurably than Julie had, and then he fell heavily onto her body. 

"Mmmmmmm," Julie mewled. She whimpered and sighed dreamily, bathing in the 
salacious pleasure that tingled throughout her naked body. Then she wrapped 
her arms around Bill's neck and kissed him gratefully, laving her tongue 
deep into his mouth. She knew that she still had to make sure that he 
wouldn't interfere with Steve and Mark's impending blackmail of her mother. 
But that wasn't any problem anymore, and she wasn't worried about it. Julie 
knew that Bill had enjoyed fucking her much more than Sharon. He hadn't said 
so yet in so many words, but Julie had felt him cumming in her pussy, and 
she knew that no man could vent so much semen if he wasn't completely 
aroused. As long as he had her lush sixteen year old body around to give him 
sexual satisfaction whenever he wanted it he'd forget about Sharon entirely. 

And Julie wasn't about to leave him. She sighed happily and hugged Bill 
tight to her, mewling as she felt his hairy chest press into her distended 
nipples. That was another problem she could cross of her list of worries. 
Mark and Steve wanted Sharon more than they wanted her; that was fine now; 
as far as Julie was concerned her mother could have them. Bill was forty 
years old, but he was a better lover than both of them. And in the months to 
come Julie would eagerly give him the chance to prove that fact: as often as 
he wanted to. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Excuse me, Mrs. Phillips? Mrs. Phillips, are you in there? Could we talk to 
you a moment, please?" 

At the sound of the voice Sharon started and looked at the canvas door of 
her tent. Two silhouettes were visible behind it, and from the sound of the 
speaker she guessed they were probably two teenage residents of the camp. 
Sharon moaned softly and looked at her watch. It was now 8:15 in the 
evening, and she was due to rendezvous with Bill in his tent in a quarter of 
an hour. She didn't want to be late. They hadn't had sex together since 
their first encounter the day before, and she had been horny all day 
thinking about what they would do tonight. Why do they have to talk to me 
now, she thought peevishly. Sharon sighed again, then stood up and slipped 
into her bathrobe; she didn't want the boys, whoever they were, just to see 
her in her panties and brassiere. Then she unbuttoned the canvas "door" and 
looked outside. 

"Yes," she said hesitantly. She squinted her eyes and tried to peer into 
their faces. "What do you want to talk to me about." 

"Well, it's kind of personal," one of the boys said. Sharon still couldn't 
see him in the dark, and it almost felt as if she was being spoken to by a 
pair of ghosts. "Do you mind if we came inside?" 

"Why can't you tell me what it is right here?" 

"Well, it's personal, like I said," the same boy replied, sounding a little 
uncomfortable. "It won't take too long." 

"Well ... " Sharon said. She glanced at her watch again and looked irritably 
at the two boys. Even as she spoke to them she could feel the pouting lips 
of her moist pussy dampening with arousal as she thought of Bill Mitchell; 
she had been waiting to go to bed with him all day, and she didn't want to 
be late now. "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier, whatever it is?" 
she said softly. "I was free most of the day." 

"We didn't know about it until just now," the boy said. "Look, it's really 
important. Can't we come inside, just for a little while." 

"Well ... " Sharon deliberated. She thought of Bill Mitchell's naked body, 
and then she looked back at the boys. Then she sighed heavily and stepped 
aside so they could enter her tent. "Whatever it is, please do me a favor 
and make it fast. I've had an exhausting day and I want to get to sleep as 
soon as possible." 

"Oh, we'll make it fast, Mrs. Phillips. Don't worry," the boy said. He 
grinned charismatically, and then he and his silent companion entered the 
tent. 

In the light Sharon recognized them immediately. Her forehead knitted with 
concern, and she quickly fastened the snaps of the canvas door to insure 
complete privacy. Then she turned back to them. Steve and Mark had been 
inseparable with her daughter all summer. She could not count the times she 
had watched the three of them walking off into the woods together, just as 
she could not count the times she had wondered what exactly they did 
together. Now her first thought was for Julie's welfare; if Steve and Mark 
had come to see her, it probably had something to do with her daughter. 

"You two," Sharon began hesitantly. "You two are the boys who've been ... 
spending so much time with Julie. Isn't that right, Steve and Mark?" 

"That's my name," Steve said. He grinned broadly and glanced at Mark, as if 
the two of them shared some sort of private joke. He was a very handsome 
young man, Sharon thought appraisingly, but there was something disturbing 
about his appearance; the light in his eyes, the shape of his smile, his 
subtle leering expression made him look prematurely sadistic, like a sixteen 
year old Marquis de Sade. Sharon glanced at his lean, athletic body, and for 
the first time she noticed that Steve was holding, very carefully, a large 
manila folder in his right hand. 

"What's this about?" Sharon said. She sat gingerly on the cot and stared 
intently at the two teenagers' smiling faces. "Is this about Julie? Is there 
something ... what did you want to talk to me about?" 

"It's not about Julie," Steve said slowly. He looked at Mark, and again they 
exchanged knowing smiles. Mark covered his mouth with his hand, and Sharon 
sensed that the boy was laughing at her. 

"Well what is it about then?" Sharon said impatiently. She glared at them 
with her coldest, most imperious expression, but at the same time she felt 
herself fidgeting nervously on the cot; their behavior was disturbing her, 
making her afraid of the unknown. "I swear, if this is your idea of some 
kind of a joke I'll see that the both of you are sent to Bill Mitchell's 
tent first thing in the morning. There's a time and a place for you boys to 
talk to counselors, but this is my free time and this certainly ... " 

"It isn't a joke," Steve said suddenly. For a moment he looked at Sharon 
seriously. Then he smiled again, and this time his grin was obviously 
sadistic. "We have some pictures to show you, that's all. Very interesting 
pictures, and very important, too." 

"What?" Sharon began. She looked back and forth between the two boys in 
stupefaction, dumbfounded by their blatant insolence towards a counselor. 
Then, just as she was about to phrase her anger into words, Steve stepped 
forward. 

"Some pictures," he repeated. He hefted the envelope lightly in his hand and 
grinned at Sharon malevolently. Then he handed it to her, and then stepped 
back quickly, as if he were retreating from the lit fuse of a bomb. 

Sharon held the folder in her hand and stared at the cover. Steve and Mark's 
behavior was inexcusably insolent, and she reminded herself that, regardless 
of the folder's contents, she would have to make sure that Bill reprimanded 
them the following morning. Then she opened it and looked at the first 
picture. Immediately she felt as if she would be sick. Her mouth dropped 
open, and her eyes widened enormously; she felt her stomach turn over 
several times, and then a cold shudder of fear ran up her spine and did not 
go away, simply stayed there and knotted and made her tremble all over with 
fear. 

"Like it?" Steve asked evenly. 

"Oh my God," Sharon breathed softly. For a moment longer she continued to 
stare at the picture, looking numbly at the photographic image of herself 
shamelessly fucking Bill Mitchell in his tent; his naked buttocks, her milk 
white thighs wrapped needfully around his back, the stiff shaft of his 
erection boring into her hair fringed pussy and, worst of all, her own 
expression of obscene sexual pleasure. Then she lifted the picture and 
stared numbly at the second. It was virtually identical ... as was the 
third, and fourth, and fifth, and sixth. Unable to control herself, Sharon 
riffled through all of them, stopping only at the photograph of Bill madly 
sucking her gurgling cunt at the bottom of the stack. Then she closed the 
folder and pushed it violently away from her, as if it were diseased. 

"Really interesting, aren't they?" Steve said. He grinned from ear to ear, 
and as Sharon stared at him numbly he stepped forward and then sat directly 
next to her on the bed, so close that their thighs touched. "And important, 
too; don't you agree? I mean, Mark and me, we really hate to bust in on you 
like this, during your free time and all, but this was such an interesting, 
important bunch of photographs that we figured, well, you know. I'll bet you 
understand, at least now." 

"What does this mean?" Sharon asked quietly. Her voice shook noticeably, and 
after a moment she realized that her body was shaking along with it. She was 
not, strangely enough, in a state of shock. In a way her conscience had been 
expecting some sort of aftermath ever since she had had sex with Bill, and 
now that it had come she knew what it was, was not surprised by it at all; 
already even the numbness was fading away. But she was terribly, terribly 
afraid. Because though she did not understand why the boys took the 
photographs, or how they were taken, she did know one thing for certain: now 
that they had them, they had her in their complete control. They could do 
anything they wanted to her. Anything. 

"What do you think it means?" Steve asked. He glanced at Mark, and the two 
chuckled drily. Then he turned back to Sharon. His grin was wider than ever 
before, and for the first time she noticed the lump in his pants; his 
erection was huge, obviously even larger than Bill's, and very stiff. 

"You see, Sharon," Steve began quietly. He leaned closer and draped his arm 
familiarly around her waist, as if the two were old friends. "Mark and me, 
we've got this problem. We've got these really important, interesting 
photographs here, and we're trying to decide what to do with them. They're 
all sorts of things we could do. I mean, on one hand, we could show them to 
some people; they are so interesting, after all. Like-oh, I don't know-we 
could show them to the people who own this camp, or some cheap newspaper, or 
maybe even the local PTA. Maybe what we ought do is just run off a whole 
bunch of copies and send them to everybody in your hometown ... just to see 
what would happen, you know? And I'll bet Julie would be real interested, 
too." 

Sharon shuddered and bit her lip and said nothing. Every bone in her body 
told her to attack Steve and throw him out of her tent, but she knew she 
could not do that; if she angered him he might blackmail her and then send 
out the pictures anyhow. Sharon suddenly imagined a dozen of her neighbors 
receiving the photographs, and her eyes moistened with tears. This was 
already the most humiliating moment in her life. 

"Or," Steve continued. He looked meaningfully at the voluptuous bulges of 
Sharon's body under the bathrobe and smiled wickedly. "Mark and me, we could 
just decide that these pictures are too important and interesting to be 
shown to anyone. We could just throw all the copies away and not show them 
to anyone ... keeping the negatives, of course, just in case we ever changed 
our minds. And I'll tell you, Sharon, we've thought about it and we just 
can't make up our minds. So that's what we came in to talk to you about. 
What do you think we should do? Hmmmm!" 

"What do you want?" Sharon asked quietly. She tried to keep her voice as 
cold and defiant as possible, but her entire body was trembling with fear 
and shame. "You bastard, you ... don't tease me like this. You know where 
you've got me. Just tell me what you want." 

Steve grinned and shared a knowing look with his still silent friend. Then 
he stood up. Without taking his eyes from Sharon he pulled off his T-shirt 
and kicked off his tennis shoes. Then he undid his belt buckle and slowly 
slid down his pants. As he did so Sharon saw first his stomach, then his 
black pubic hair, and then the meaty trunk of his blue veined erection. Then 
the pants were on the ground, and Steve was completely naked. 

"Oh God," Sharon murmured. She averted her eyes and tried not to stare at 
the sixteen year old's lean, muscular body. But she could not help herself. 
His penis was absolutely huge. The long, thick shaft was completely gorged 
with blood; it stood out from his flat stomach with rock hard stiffness, the 
swollen cock head bobbing luridly against his navel. 

"Like me?" Steve asked. He giggled and looked at Sharon knowingly. Then he 
sat back down on the cot and stretched comfortably, backed into the 
mattress. "Now it's your turn, honey. Stand up and give us a nice little 
show." 

"Please," Sharon said quietly. She averted her eyes to the sides of the 
tent, trying not to stare at the naked teenage body next to her on the cot. 
"Please don't do this to me. I'll give you money if you want it, I'll give 
you anything but ... please don't do this. Please don't ... " 

"Forget it, honey," Steve said evenly. "Just stand up like a good girl and 
do as you're told." 

"Oh," Sharon murmured. She paused a moment, biting her lip hard so she 
wouldn't cry and humiliate herself even further. Then she stood up quickly 
and turned to face Steve, standing directly in front of him like his 
personal slave. 

"That's right," Steve said condescendingly. He threw up his legs and shifted 
his body to lay vertically on the cot. Then he folded one hand behind his 
head and wrapped the other around the bloated trunk of his organ. His 
erection seemed to be growing stiffer by the moment, and as Sharon stared at 
it she could actually see it throbbing. 

"Now take off your clothes," Steve said. 

Sharon hesitated only a moment. She could feel her face flushed with 
embarrassment, and it was everything she could do not to cry. Then she undid 
the sash of her bathrobe and let it fall from her shoulders to the ground, 
leaving herself clad only in her panties and brassiere. 

"Very good," Steve said. He looked at the voluptuous curves of her body and 
slowly stroked the meaty thickness of his organ; it was like she was a 
striptease artist and he was enjoying his own personal show. "Now take off 
the rest of the stuff. Come on, Sharon; you don't have to be shy around us." 

"Please," Sharon said helplessly. "Please don't do this to ... " But even as 
she spoke she knew it was hopeless, and she abruptly stopped talking. She 
took a deep breath and struggled to control herself. Then she reached behind 
her back and undid the clasp of her brassiere. The white cotton undergarment 
slid from her shoulders, revealing the enormous globes of her milk white 
breasts. Sharon took another deep breath and tried to stand as motionless as 
possible. But that was hopeless too; her breasts were so large that they 
swayed and jiggled salaciously with the smallest motion of her body, as if 
she were arousing Steve on purpose. 

"Nice," Steve said. He stared hungrily at the swell of her ample mammaries 
and stroked his engorged member more quickly, as if he were priming an 
engine. "Now the panties." 

"Oh God ... " Sharon began. But she stopped herself again. She slid her 
fingers down her hips and held the hem of the dainty, translucent 
undergarment. Then she slid them down the ivory smooth taper of her milk 
white thighs, leaving herself completely naked. 

"Jesus," Steve muttered. He stared hungrily at the pouting, hair fringed 
lips of Sharon's moist pussy and for a moment rubbed his erection that much 
harder, as if the sight of the curvaceous blonde's naked body made him 
uncontrollably horny. Then he stopped abruptly. Grinning, he folded both 
arms behind his head and relaxed completely on the cot; the meaty shaft of 
his bloated organ bobbed and twitched luridly, like a rubberized shaft 
emerging stiffly from his loins. 

"Now Sharon," Steve said easily. "There's just one more thing I want you to 
do." He stared at Sharon hard, and for the first time she realized that he 
was breathing with difficulty, that in spite of his incredibly calm demeanor 
he was very, very excited. "I want you to come to this cot, and climb on top 
of it, and straddle me so that your knees are next to my waist. And then I 
want you to fuck me." 

In spite of herself Sharon gasped. She looked at Steve's erection, and then 
she glanced wildly around the tent, wondering frantically if there might be 
some way she could escape the tent and run so far that no one she knew would 
ever see her again. But that was impossible. She didn't feel like it or look 
like it, but she was biologically 35 years old. She had a home, and a 
daughter, and a lifestyle that she was too settled and comfortable in to 
leave even if she had wanted to. No; Steve had her exactly where he wanted 
her, and he could keep her there, too. 

"Come on, Sharon," Steve said leeringly. "Be a good girl and get on the 
cot." 

Sharon took a deep breath and closed her eyes and stepped to the cot. She 
climbed over Steve's naked body and straddled him exactly as he had 
instructed her. Her knees dug into the thin mattress to either side of his 
hips, making the cot sag with their combined weight. Her body faced his, and 
the fleshy lips of her moist vagina loomed less than six inches over the 
long shaft of his throbbing prick. 

"Satisfied?" Sharon said bravely. Her lips trembled with emotion, and she 
looked at Steve as hatefully as she could. 

"Not yet," Steve muttered. His face was flushed and his eyes were glazed, 
and he was obviously staring lustfully at the jiggling globes of Sharon's 
milk white breasts. "Hold my cock and put it in your pussy. You get to do 
all the work yourself." 

"You bastard," Sharon whispered fiercely. Her lips trembled more noticeably, 
and her eyes were moist with loathing and shame. "I'll never forgive you for 
this, for doing this to me, I'll never ... " 

"Just do what I tell you to," Steve said calmly. He studied Sharon's 
embarrassed expression, giggled, and ran his finger through the hair fringed 
fissure of her pussy. "I mean, it's not as if you won't enjoy it ... " 

Sharon glared at Steve and pushed his hand roughly away from her pussy, as 
if to say that she would do what she had to with him and no more. Then she 
took her last deep breath and looked down at his cock. It was indeed very, 
very large; the blue veined shaft was gorged and bloated with blood, and the 
spongy flesh of the head pulsed and throbbed lewdly with his arousal. Sharon 
bit her lip and forced herself to look at it; she could feel her whole body 
trembling with humiliation, and she prayed that she wouldn't start crying 
now. Then she reached down and gingerly touched the meaty thickness of his 
erection. It felt turgid and rubbery against her fingers, like every man's 
hard penis felt, and as she touched it she could feel the blood throbbing 
through its entire length. Trembling, Sharon moved her fingers down the 
tumescent stalk and wrapped her hand around the base, positioning the 
purplish head directly under the opening of her cunt. Then she closed her 
eyes and slowly, shamefully, lowered herself onto it. The head touched her 
vagina, and a moment later she felt the pouting lips of her pussy being 
drawn apart as the first several inches entered her cunt. In spite of 
herself Sharon winced; Steve's cock already felt huge inside her, and she 
had two thirds of it left to go. 

"Ahhhhhhhh," Steve sighed. He grinned broadly and looked at the spectacle of 
his swollen cock head embedded in the tight, hair fringed fissure of 
Sharon's pussy. "That's good, baby," he muttered lewdly. "You're doing real 
good. Now go ahead and put the rest of my cock inside you ... every single 
inch of my big hard dick!" 

"Unhhh," Sharon moaned. Her face flushed, and her breathing quickened; 
already she could feel the walls of her pussy lubricating to accept the size 
of Steve's member, and she knew he would feel it too. Sharon bit her lip and 
struggled again to control herself. Then she splayed her milk white thighs 
further apart and slowly impaled herself on his blood engorged organ, 
wincing with agonized desire as she felt its meaty thickness filling up her 
cunt. 

"Ahhhhhh," Steve murmured. He opened his eyes wide and watched excitedly as 
the staff of his dick slid into the naked blonde's incredibly tight, wet 
pussy. Then it was all the way inside her, boring deeply into her belly; he 
could see the secret flesh of her inner thighs resting against his hips, the 
fleecy black curls of her pubic mound lightly touching the sac of his 
testicles. 

"Okay," Steve said, "Now fuck me." He flexed his buttocks once, thrusting 
his cock into her vagina as if to show her what the word meant. "Go ahead, 
Sharon; fuck me nice and fast and hard." 

"Unhhhhhhhh," Sharon moaned. She shuddered and closed her eyes tight, 
struggling vainly to repress the feelings of ravenous sexual passion that 
now coursed through her loins. Steve's big dick felt very, very good in her 
cunt; her pussy had already flooded itself with the juices of her arousal, 
and in spite of herself she knew that she wanted to fuck him, wanted to feel 
his stiff erection pounding into her vagina again and again. It was 
incredibly humiliating, but she couldn't help it. Steve had planned it that 
way all the long. 

"Go ahead, honey," Steve said leeringly. He ran his fingers through her 
pubic hair and salaciously fondled the bud of her erected clitoris. "Go 
ahead and fuck me; you know you want to!" 

"Unhhhhhhhh," Sharon mewled. Whimpering, she leaned forward and dug her 
palms into the mattress to either side of Steve's chest, so that the 
jiggling globes of her bosom swayed provocatively over him. Then she 
instinctively began to grind her hips up and down, slowly and rhythmically 
fucking her hair fringed pussy with the meaty length of his bloated organ. 

"Ahhhhhhhh," Steve sighed. His expression contorted, and his forehead beaded 
with sweat; it was obvious that he was becoming too excited to maintain his 
veneer of apathy. "That's good, Sharon," he gasped, mouthing the words with 
some difficulty. "Now do it harder ... that's right ... fuck me really 
hard!" 

"Unh unh unh unhhhhhh ... " Sharon groaned. Her eyes flickered open and 
shut, and her cheeks reddened dramatically with her irresistible horniness. 
With every thrust of Steve's member into her body she could feel her 
clitoris growing stiffer and stiffer; her pussy was literally gurgling with 
the profusion of her juices, and she knew that as much as she hated the 
blackmail and rape she would soon cum. Groaning and grunting, she splayed 
her thighs as far apart as they would go. Then she bucked her rounded 
buttocks over his lean young body in an animalistic frenzy of lust, 
furiously reaming out her hair fringed fissure with the length of his 
throbbing erection. 

"Ahhhhh," Steve sighed. His eyes closed, and for a moment he lay absolutely 
motionless, savoring the ecstasy of his tumescent shaft being sucked and 
milked by the tight, clasping wetness of Sharon's vagina. Then he put his 
hands on his hips and ground his hips on the cot, eagerly meeting every 
thrust of her body. "Tell me how much you like it, Sharon," he muttered 
leeringly. "I know you like it now, so don't try to fool me. Tell me how 
much you love to fuck me!" 

"You bastard," Sharon muttered. She managed to give him her most vindictive 
stare, but she did not pause a moment in the tempo of their copulation; her 
loins were now filled with her raging genital heat, and her desire for his 
cock was completely out of control. "Yes I like it you son of ... unhhhhhhh! 
Oh God ... awwww-wwwwww! Unh unh that feels good, oh God, so gooood! 
Awwwwwwwwwwww-ww! Fuck me Steven! Unnnnnhhhhhh God I can't help it, fuck me 
really hard!" 

"Sheeit," Steve muttered happily. He giggled and looked up at Sharon's face, 
laughing openly at her as she hungrily reamed out her pussy with the turgid 
stalk of his member. Her face was flushed with horniness, and with every 
impalement of her body on his dick she literally gasped with the sensation. 
But he wanted more. Steve grinned in expectation and trailed his fingers 
through the fleecy, damp curls of Sharon's pubic vee. Then he touched the 
distended bud of her clitoris and began to fondle it lasciviously. "Moan 
louder, Sharon," he demanded. "Moan real loud and beg me to rub your cunt, 
just like I'm doing. Don't worry; nobody can hear us. You can moan and groan 
just as loud as you want!" 

"Unhhhhhhhh!" Sharon mewled. As she felt Steve's fingers close around her 
clitoris she gasped with the incredible pleasure of the sensation. Then she 
dug her knees forcibly into the mattress and began to bound her naked 
buttocks so quickly that her hips appeared to be a blur, eagerly impaling 
herself on Steve's rampant erection. "Fuck me Steven, fuck me!" she mewled. 
Overwhelmed by her sexual passion, she suddenly lunged forward and threw her 
arms around his neck, kissing him shamelessly as she continued to grind her 
pussy over his bloated prick. "Unhhh God ... Steven ... unhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 
Fuck me ... fuck me harder ... mmmmmm ... so gooood ... ungghh ... so 
goood!" 

Then Sharon felt someone's fingers touch the rounded cheeks of her ass. Her 
eyes opened wide and she paused, wondering if Steven were fondling her. As 
she did so the fingers dug into her naked flesh and spread her buttocks wide 
apart. Then one of them entered the sizzling cleft, poking obscenely at the 
puckered ring of her anus. 

"Oh my God," Sharon murmured. She started and turned around, craning her 
head to see what it was. Then her eyes opened still further, and a new 
shudder of terrible, shameful fear made her body quake on the cot. 

It was Mark. While she had been fucking Steven he had silently stripped off 
all his clothes, leaving himself completely naked. His cock was very big and 
very hard; the thick shaft stood out from his balls like a length of iron 
pipe, bobbing stiffly against his stomach. As Sharon looked at it Mark 
climbed onto the cot. He knelt between her nakedly splayed thighs and again 
dug his fingers into the plump cheeks of her tight buttocks, this time 
spreading them far enough apart to reveal the small, puckered sphincter of 
her asshole. Then he chuckled and slowly moved forward, aiming the twitching 
head of his dick towards the forbidden orifice of her rectum. 

"Oh Jesus!" Sharon whimpered. Her eyes widened hugely, and then she began to 
struggle frantically to free herself from Steve's body. "No," she cried, her 
entire face contorted in an expression of animal fear. "No you can't do that 
to me, no no no! I won't let you! Awwww! Get away from me, stop it, get 
away!" 

"Sheeit," Steve muttered. He grinned at Sharon and locked his powerful arms 
tightly around her waist, making her escape impossible. Then he looked 
knowingly at his best friend. "Go ahead Mark, fuck her really good. She 
deserves it!" 

Mark only grinned in response. Then he felt the blood throbbing through his 
erection, and he lowered his eyes to stare hungrily at Sharon's anus. Her 
rectal orifice was obviously virginal and very small; he knew it would be a 
tight fit getting all of his cock in there, and the thought of his member 
soaking in the clasping warmth of her bowel tract made his entire body crawl 
with irresistible lust. Groaning expectantly, Mark planted his hands in the 
cot to either side of Sharon's body and then leaned over her, pushing his 
cock into the sizzling cleft of her buttocks until the swollen head rested 
obscenely against the crinkled ring of her pink asshole. That only made him 
hornier. He knew that if he had any decency at all he should insert his 
prick slowly into her, giving her time to adjust to the ravishment of her 
anus. But he didn't feel decent, at least not now. 

"Ahhhhhhh," Mark sighed; it was the first sound he had made all evening. He 
winced and pushed his throbbing cock forward, sighing as he felt the tip 
part the rubbery lips of Sharon's rectum. Then with one savage thrust he 
hammered his hips forward, cruelly burying every inch of his enormous member 
into the ravaged heat of her anus. 

"Aaaarrrrrrggghhhhhh!" Sharon shrieked. Her face contorted in an expression 
of pure agony, and for a moment the pain was so intense that she was sure 
she would faint. "Take it out of me! Aaarr-rrgghhhhhh! Take it out! Aww god 
damn it you're killing me! Aaaawwwww ... " 

"All right!" Steve said. He studied Sharon's expression and grinned from ear 
to ear, taking sadistic amusement in the sodomistic rape of her anus. Then 
he quickly ground his hips on the bed, furiously and rhythmically sliding 
his blood engorged member into the gurgling slit of her pussy. "Go ahead, 
Mark," he gasped, fucking Sharon faster and faster. "Ream out her asshole 
real good! Show her what it feels like!" 

Obediently Mark pulled back his hips, withdrawing the shaft of his prick 
from Sharon's reeking rectal orifice until only the head parted the pink, 
fleshy lips. Then he savagely rammed it all the way back in again, and then 
he began to furiously ream out her asshole with quick, convulsive movements 
of his tumescent organ. Then the two boys were fucking Sharon in unison, 
hungrily ravaging her voluptuous nakedness with the meaty thickness of their 
two pronged cock. Sharon groaned miserably and relaxed between them, 
helplessly submitting herself to the unspeakable debasement. She felt her 
eyes moistening with tears, and she no longer made the slightest effort to 
suppress them. The pain was bad enough, but it was nothing compared to the 
incredible shame and embarrassment of being treated so cruelly by two 
sixteen year old boys. She had never been so utterly humiliated in her life. 

Then, incredibly, Sharon realized she was beginning to like it. The pain in 
her rectum was no longer existent; instead it had been replaced by a deep, 
guttural throbbing that was more intensely pleasurable than anything she had 
ever known. For a long moment she bit her lip and struggled to resist the 
depraved ecstasy; she knew that if she gave in, the boys would have 
succeeded in raping her mind as well as her body. But it was too much. With 
every thrust of Mark's meaty cock she could feel the rubbery walls of her 
anus clinging warmly to his turgid shaft, milking it deep into her bowels in 
the convulsive needs of sex. And Steve's huge prick pounding through her 
pussy, the two of them fucking her at once ... it was more than she could 
stand. 

"Unhhhhhhhh," Sharon mewled. She bit her lip and remained motionless a 
moment longer, making a last effort to control her shameless sexual 
excitement. Then she quickly ground her lithe hips between them, eagerly 
thrusting her voluptuous body to meet every satisfying thrust of their meaty 
erections. "Fuck me!" she mewled, grunting and groaning wantonly. 
"Unhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me harder! Oh God I can feel it yes I can feel it ... 
awwwww-wwww! Harder oh harder, fuck me as hard as you can!" 

"Sheeeit," Steve muttered. He grinned from ear to ear at Sharon's debasement 
and looked at Mark knowingly. Then the two of them began to pound their 
bloated pricks into her ravaged body in a guttural frenzy of lust, fucking 
her cunt and asshole with all the lean strength they had between them. 

It was more than Sharon could take. For several seconds she stopped 
breathing, poising motionless as the two boys rhythmically pounded their 
throbbing erections into her naked body. Then she felt the orgasm building 
with her. Her back stiffened, and her skin goosebumped and tingled from head 
to toe. Then the first spasms racked through her loins and bowel tract, 
shaking her once again with the most luscious ecstasy she had ever known. 

"Awwwwwww!" Sharon mewled. Her lips spread in unspeakable pleasure, then 
pouted obscenely as the sensations became unbearable. "Fuck me," she 
whimpered. "Oh Mark oh Steven fuck me! Unh unh unh unhhhhhhhh fuck me harder 
I'm going to cum! AWWWWWWWWW! FUCK ME! FUCK ME I'M CUUMMIING! UNGG-HHH! 
AWWWWWWW! I'M CUMMMMING I'M CUMMING I'M CU-MMINGGGGG! AWWW! AWWW! GGGGGG! 
AWWWWWWWWW! Ahhhhh ... ahhhh ... ahh hhhhhh-hh ... " 

Then it was over. Sighing and whimpering, Sharon closed her eyes and relaxed 
between Steve and Mark's naked bodies. She could feel their stiff erections 
still hammering into her ravaged asshole and pussy, and after a moment, in 
spite of her exhaustion, she began to grind her hips to give them more 
pleasure. She wanted to give them pleasure, she realized; she wanted them to 
enjoy fucking her more than any other woman on earth. She knew that thinking 
that was terrible, but she couldn't help it. She was their slave now; they 
could do anything they wanted to her, and not because of the pictures; no, 
because they knew how much she would enjoy it. Being blackmailed was the 
worst thing that had ever happened to her. 

But it was also the best. Sharon giggled and sighed, amused by the 
inconsistency of her thoughts. Then she whimpered salaciously and bucked her 
hips more quickly, offering up the pleasure of her luscious body to her two 
young lovers again and again. 


The End
