Chapter 9
Later, after they had caught their breath and allowed me to recover somewhat from the series of spellbinding climaxes which had racked my body, each of the boys again fucked me. This time they all got between my thighs and shoved their cocks into my cunt, where they worked back and forth until they blasted out another orgasmic flood. By the time they had all completed their lewd work I was almost senseless and couldn't bear the thought of even moving.
"I believe she's just about fucked out," Fred muttered after Harry, the last to take his pleasure with me, had eased off my quivering body. "Better let her go with that, fellows. We'll give her a little time to get over it and then get her pointed on her way back home, wherever that is."
I managed to tell them about my camp and assured them, that I'd be able to hike back, once I'd recovered from the furious succession of climaxes which had turned my bones into hot jelly. They discussed. their plans among themselves, me listening with half an ear, and then I had the most marvelous flash of genius which I've ever had. I suggested to them that they camp up in these hills for a few days, taking advantage of the fact that no one came into this area, and promised that I'd visit them as often as possible. I made no attempt to hide the fact that I lusted for them; the thought of having access to all that young, virile cock made me quiver again with a fresh, maidenly anxiety.
After considering all the possibilities, they agreed to stay in the area as long as they could. They had supplies for another five days in the woods, they estimated, and I promised them that I'd do everything in my power to make their stay a memorable one. My open, unabashed eagerness to have them over and over again, together with their own horniness, was enough to incline them to accept my depraved proposition and I felt my heart thumping madly when they nodded their agreement to my offer. Fred marveled at my readiness for sex of any kind; he hadn't found many girls who were as willing to take a prick in any fashion and his companions agreed that my impetuous passion pleased them greatly. In spite of the ill treatment I'd received at their hands, I uttered a silent thanks to Mark and his friends for having taught me to accept the inner longings of my body and to allow my passionate nature to express itself freely.
"You won't regret it," I promised them. "There isn't any style of fucking that I don't love and I'll prove it to you when I see you again. All you have to do is mention it to me, whatever way you want it, and I'll do everything I can to bring it off that way!"
It was a simple fact, nothing more. I felt a compelling urge to have them in every conceivable way; I even felt a surge of interest when I contemplated being fucked in the ass-hole by Harry's huge cock, though I knew that it might very well rupture me or otherwise harm that tender opening.
Once I felt some strength flowing back into my body I roused myself. Fred mentioned a small pool a short distance back up the trail from which they had come, and he led me toward it. I followed him through the bushes, stark naked, and squatted in the knee-deep pool of icy mountain water. The chilling blast felt very good against my overworked pussy and I carefully washed it. I even inserted a finger into my cunt and held that tender, fragile tunnel open to allow a gust of the chilly water to wash out the interior-the icy douche sent a powerful shudder over my flesh but it refreshed me greatly and strengthened me for the hike back to the camp. I was tired and sore when I got back to the clearing and began pulling on my clothes but I knew that at least I could make my way back home.
A warm, glowing sense of inner contentment stayed with me all the way back and until I went to sleep that night. Fred had agreed that he and his friends would camp in the clearing where they had found me and I promised that I'd make every effort to get back there the next day. Amy gave me a sly, conspiratorial look when I saw her late that afternoon and I returned it, chuckling to myself when I thought of just how much pleasure I'd had after leaving her with Dianne and the rest of her friends. I had little doubt that Mark and his group would soon tire of Amy; they now impressed me as the sort of boys who would always be on the lookout for new pussies to plunder, and I didn't worry greatly about missing them. No doubt they would sooner or later set Amy to pimping for them, just as they had tortured me into performing a similar service, and I had no doubt that that lusty little slut would gladly bring any of her like-minded friends to their camp if asked to do so. Well, I'd face that problem when it arose, I told myself, and in the meantime I'd devote myself completely to enjoying the fourfold treasure which I'd so providentially discovered.
"Providentially" was to be the exact and fitting word, I later learned; Fred and his friends provided me with the perfect solution to all the problems which Mark and his cruel friends had created for me. I didn't discover this until my seond visit to Fred's camp, however, and that story will be told in due course. Truth and candor compel me to describe the first visit, since it was there that I proved to them my willingness to make every effort toward satisfying all their lustful desires.
I got away from the camp as soon as I decently could on that first day. Fred and his friends were camped about four miles away, or perhaps a two-hour walk, since the route I had to follow was a rough and winding one. I made the trek in what must've been near record time and found them all in the small clearing when I arrived. I didn't have to say a word, nor did they; all of us knew what we were there for and I wasted no time in removing my clothing. They watched appreciatively as I stripped and the presence of a highly appreciative audience lent a special kind of joy to my disrobing.
Ten years ago, I thought as I fumbled with the hooks to my bra, I'd scarcely have had the nerve or the forwardness to have undressed even before a man whom I deeply loved. I'd been taught, as a child, to be ashamed of my nakedness and to revile those parts of my own body which were associated with sexuality. Only gradually had I begun to see that this teaching had been false but it hadn't been until I'd fallen in with Mark and his group of lecherous buddies .that I really began shedding my inhibitions. They had convinced me that a woman's body can be beautiful, that it has a strong erotic effect upon the male of the species; above all, they had taught me to relish creating that effect.
Fred and his friends were all naked-they later told me that they often hiked in the nude when they were sure that they were in a suitably remote area-and I could see their cocks growing bigger and harder as I revealed more and more of my body to them. Finally I stepped out of my panties and turned to face them directly. They were grouped together, fortunately, and I seized the opportunity to flaunt my nakedness, my depraved sexual hungers, before their very eyes. I rubbed my fingers over the hair covering my love-mound, fluffing it up and incidentally creating stronger yearnings wherever my fingers touched, and spread my feet far apart so as to give them a detailed view of the slit running between my thighs. Their eyes sparkled with interest and I felt my own passion growing stronger by the second.
"I've brought you a present," I said, pressing my fingers down alongside the slit and pressing the outer lips apart. "It's the hottest pussy around and it's all yours! You can do whatever you want with it, I don't care; there isn't anything you can do to it that I won't love!"
"Man, that thing looks better than the breakfast I had!" Pete muttered.
"It's edible," I boldly replied. "Want to have a taste?"
Pete grinned nervously and came toward me. He settled himself in front of me and tilted his head back; I. inched forward and guided my hot, ravenous pussy down toward his waiting lips. He began eating me with a delicate, tentative touch that sent hot darts of sexual anguish flying throughout my nervous system. His tongue slithered between the lips of my pussy and glided up and down the soft, sensitive furrow. I moaned feverishly when I felt him rimming my cunt; the moan became a gasp of sexual fervor when he redirected his aim so that he could flick my clit with his tongue.
"Oooohh, God, you're trying to make me cum in your mouth!" I whispered, pressing closer to him and weaving my hips slightly. "You're trying to bring me off right now! Ugghhh! You're licking me to death; I can't stand it!"
The thought of feeling a woman cum in his mouth evidently inspired him and he began sucking me harder. I gave him a few tactful suggestions, especially hinting that I'd like him to suck the lips up into his mouth and scrape his teeth against them; he caught on to the hint quickly and complied. I thrust my pussy against his face and choked out a short, guttural cry of elation when I felt my womb kick out into flowing, bustling orgiastic life. My climax burst suddenly within me, surprising even me by its quickness, and quickly spread through my thighs and belly until it was possessing me completely.
"OOOOHH! NOW SUCK!" I muttered thickly. "OMIGOD, YOU'RE SUCKING MY CUNT OUT; YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM ALL OVER MYSELF! AGGHHH! OHHH, DO IT, DO IT!" .
I honestly think he was surprised at the quickness and strength of my climax. like many males, he had a prick-centered consciousness which assumed that a woman must have the male organ in order to reach full completion. He quickly learned otherwise and his friends were also suitably impressed with his ability to bring me off so efficiently. I was only too happy to contribute to their sexual education, of course, and no sooner had my orgasm finished its nerve-racking course than I was ready for another and even more stirring lesson.
"How many guys do you think you could handle at once?" Fred asked me, giving me a shrewd, penetrating look unusual in one so young. "I mean, I know you balled two of us at once yesterday; is that your limit?"
"I don't know," I honestly replied. "But I know that I've got three places to put cocks and I've seen girls being fucked in all three places at once, so I don't see any reason I shouldn't be able to do it that way too!"
That set them back on their heels. I don't think that any of them had ever seriously considered sodomizing a woman and Jack, certainly, openly scoffed at the thought. He frankly stated his belief that it was impossible to fuck a woman in the ass and that set me off.
"If you really believe that," I told him, "why don't you let me prove it to you? I know I could get my ass-hole around your cock and I'd love to show you that I mean business. And somebody else could fuck my cunt; that's easy enough. As for the others, well, I guess you could try fucking me in the mouth at the same time, but I can't promise I could handle two of you at once. I'm certainly willing to try it, though; it ought to be a blast if everybody started shooting off at the same time!"
My obvious eagerness to attempt the obscene act tempted them all and inflamed their passions until I knew that I'd scored a victory. Jack shrugged and observed that he was willing to try it. I therefore dealt with him first, copying to some extent the pattern I'd seen Amy execute when she had been made into a "sex sandwich," so to speak. Fred produced a small plastic bottle of cooking oil and gave it to Jack, who applied a portion of it to his swollen cock; we supposed that the gentle oil would provide an effective lubricant for his cock and would not be injurious to my tender flesh. I lubricated myself with my finger, spreading the rich, cunty musk which had flooded from my pussy, and soon had the interior of my ass well oiled as far as I could reach with my finger. I then directed Jack to he on his back and I got over him, almost reclining, and faced his feet. I directed his prick between the cheeks of my ass and guided it up to my taut, tingling ass-hole.
"Just don't try to fuck it like it was a pussy," I warned him. "You've got to go slow and easy when you're fucking a woman in the ass-otherwise you'll hurt her too much and then it'll backfire; neither one of you will get any fun out of doing it that way!"
He proved to be a very considerate ass lover and was the soul of tender, gentle concern as he proceeded to work the head of his cock into my ass. I uttered a silent thanks that he was the one who was penetrating my ass; his cock was one of the smallest of the four and would cause me much less discomfort than, say, that bizarre-looking club which reared up from Harry's loins. Once I'd firmly planted about three inches of Jack's prick in my ass, I looked about and motioned for someone to lie over me and insert another of those marvelous tools into my pussy. I felt a distinct sense of dismay when Harry came toward me and climbed into place. Jack's cock would make my pussy very tight, I knew, and the thought of having to make room for the prodigiously thick prong attached to Harry sent cold chills of doubt running over my flesh. I promised myself that I would make every effort to accommodate him, however, and choked back the cry of protest which welled up within my throat.
I found that I'd underestimated the elasticity of my cuntal opening. To be sure, the presence of Jack's prick in the adjacent opening meant that Harry had to press much harder in order to get his cock started up the juicy tunnel. I discovered that the pain was not nearly as sharp as I'd imagined and this exciting discovery impelled me toward a more enthusiastic acceptance of his cock. I held myself very still as he forced the thick, flaring head of his prick into my cunt and once he had persuaded the tender, throbbing mouth to open wider I became conscious only of his immensely exciting presence there.
"OOHHHHH, IT'S SO GOOD! IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!" I whimpered, almost on the verge of another climax then and there. "MMMMMM, IT'S MAKING ME WANT TO FUCK AND SUCK FOREVER! HURRY, FRED, HURRY UP AND START FUCKING MY MOUTH TOO! I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER!"
Fred and Pete knelt beside us, finding it a little difficult to get into place, but their impetuous ardor ensured that they were successful. I wasn't successful in getting both those cocks into my mouth at once, naturally, so I had to content myself with sucking them alternately. I rested my back against Jack's hard belly and chest so that I could reach up with both hands and clasp their hot, horny pricks; I began masturbating them and licking them and sucking them all at once. At the same time, Jack began experimenting with his hips and learned how to work his prick back and forth in my ass-hole with little flips that made his gorgeously stiff cock slide, in and out, moving perhaps an inch in each direction. That was quite enough to give me all the friction my overheated tissues and nerve endings required, especially when Harry began sliding his own huge cunt-stuffer back and forth. Pinned between them as I was, I couldn't mount a very satisfactory counter-thrust but I didn't need this, I soon found: the simple joy of having pricks thrust into two of the most aroused parts of my body was enough to send my senses soaring upward, searching for sensual contentment which was soon to possess me totally.
All the while, I was working my fists up and down the two cocks probing at my mouth. By turning my head from side to side I could work my mouth down over each tool in succession and soon my tongue was going wild with sexual frenzy. Fred and Pete inched closer together and soon their pricks were almost touching each other. I continued to lick and kiss those broad prick heads; my fists flashed up and down the rigid shafts like pistons. After only a very few moments of this all-encompassing sexuality I became aware of nothing but my own fervent hungers and of my need to satisfy them.
My cunt was already throbbing heavily, preparing itself to loose a mighty charge of orgiastic delight, and I knew that I had only to lie there and let the boys fuck me into a state of true, enduring bliss. They did so and when that thudding, shattering release of sexual tension flooded my loins they answered with even stronger, more exciting thrusts. They could feel each other's cocks and the exciting, dynamic quality of my long, furious climax soon had them humping and thrusting powerfully in an effort to bring their balls to a state of eruption. A small part of my mind remained aware of their incipient orgasms, even as my body reverberated with the powerful waves of orgiastic feeling which poured from my cunt, and when they started to spurt out their liquid lava of burning cream the tremors assumed cataclysmic proportions.
Fred and Pete, meanwhile, were growing more highly excited every minute. They crowded closer, each trying to stuff more of his prick into my mouth; I continued to jack them off and suck them to the limit of my ability. It didn't take too many more strokes before they were both grunting and jabbing at me In an effort to hasten the foregone conclusion. Possessed by my own lusty joy, I lavished caresses upon them until they could contain their passionate delight no longer. They began cuming at almost the same time and I felt twin jets of cum splashing over my tongue, squirting into the back of my mouth and deluging me with a creamy shower. No one could possibly have swallowed both those immense loads, though I gave it everything I had; a thin trickle of cum dripped out of the left corner of my mouth and ran down onto my throat. I sucked at them and swallowed vigorously until I felt sure that my brain was going to quit functioning. A sense of the utmost satisfaction, deep and penetrating to the core of my body, swept over me.
"Man, she did it!" Pete breathed in surprise. "She really did it! She took all four of us at once!"
"She's something else," Fred agreed. "Wow, what a kick in the nuts that was! I felt that cum all the way down to my feet!"
"Whew, her cunt just about ate my cock alive," Harry muttered as he levered himself away from me and rolled back. "When she started creaming I could feel that thing nipping at me just like it had teeth!"
"Boys, you don't know what fucking is till you've shot off in a girl's ass-hole," Jack remarked. "Wow! I thought it was all over there for a minute! I swear to you, I couldn't see or feel a damned thing there for a minute or two!"
"Just imagine how I felt!" I whispered weakly. "With all you guys going off at once, shooting that hot cream all over and going wild, it was just about the greatest thing ever for me! Mmmmm, I thought it would last forever!"
I pulled myself off Jack, extracting his prick from my ass-hole with a wince as I remembered the violent spasms which had twisted my body when he had begun shooting his cum, and lay on my back. I clasped my hands over my loins and spread the rich cream over my upper thighs and lower body; the warm, sticky juice felt wonderful against my sore skin and I wondered if perhaps it had some therapeutic value.
Even though each boy had come prodigiously well they were far from satisfied. like Mark and his friends, one orgasm merely whetted their appetites and they were soon ready for seconds. I was only too happy to serve them, since my hot cunt was always ready for action, and they began piling on me and taking their pleasure. I was lost in a swirling daze of pricks, balls and cream; no sooner had one of them shot his load than another was piling into place between my thighs and again stuffing my cunt full of hot, throbbing prick.
Jack proved to have different goals in mind when it came his turn. Pete, Fred and Harry had already had their turn and Jack announced that he wanted to emulate a scene which he had seen repeated several times in sex films shown in adult movie houses. (He mentioned that he had a friend who ran the projectors in one such place, thereby gaining him admission even though he was under the legal age limit.) This scene was the climactic one, in which the male pulled his cock from the woman's body and had his orgasm with the camera registering every twitch, every spurt, of his hyper-stimulated tool.
"That's so you'll know they weren't fooling around," Fred told me, seeing my expression of disbelief. "Otherwise the audience would think it was all a big put-on, see, and get real browned off about it. At least, I guess that's the way they figure it."
Whatever the explanation for that, Jack seemed determined upon having me in that fashion. He told me that he would fuck my cunt for a while, until he neared the point of release, and that he would then pull his cock out; at that point I was to grasp his tool and bring him the rest of the way with a thorough jacking off. I readily agreed to that, since the sum of their ejaculations which I'd already experienced had somewhat eased my desire to feel lusty young males depositing their seed inside my body. Besides, I relished the thought of seeing his come spurting out onto my body and I promised him that I would serve him as well as I possibly could.
He got between my legs and aimed his prick up into the mouth of my pussy. The slit was dripping cum freely, since the other three had all shot off profusely and left large amounts of their cream inside my cunt, and thus it slid home without any difficulty. I bore down on him, though, and proved that a well-fucked cunt needn't be a loose oner-My muscles, kept in fine tone by the active life that I had been leading in camp, clamped around my cunt and gave his cock a solid reception. He plunged in and out, exclaiming with delight as I tightened all my muscles and made my cunt more resistant to his long, twisting thrusts, and before long my exertions, together with his, had him trembling and panting with anticipation.
"Get it now!" he grunted, suddenly pulling his tool from my body and lurching up so that his balls rested on the top of my love mound. "Jack me off, baby, give me that good hand job right now! Unngghhhh! I can't wait to pop my nuts off!"
His prick carried a generous coating of sperm, together with the ripe oils that my several climaxes had produced, and my fist easily slipped up and down the big rod. I jacked him off with the greatest enjoyment and concentrated on giving the head of his cock special attention. I closed my fist around that big knob and gripped it as hard as I could, then twisted my palm around him; I knew that the head was especially sensitive and wanted to make his cum as good as it could possibly be. The tool's salve of cunt drip and man-cum made it slide easily in my hand and soon he gasped out another oath. I shoved my fist down the shaft of his prick, peeling the skin back, and he leaned into me so as to shove his cock further through my hand. I felt the iron-hard shaft pulse and the first blob of cum rocketed out, shooting far up my body and landing on my throat. His cock gave another strong quiver and shot another, slightly weaker missile of molten love; this one spattered onto my left breast and brought a sigh of delight from my lips. I reached up with my free hand and began rubbing the cum over my nipple, shuddering with pleasure as the warm gruel infected my breast with its warmth. He continued to unload, though at a slightly smaller rate, and the creamy stuff jetted down onto my belly. I brought my fist up around his cock and gathered a couple of those jets in my palm, then rubbed it down the length of his meat He groaned louder and shuddered heavily, letting me know in no uncertain terms that my work was producing sensations of the strongest possible sort within his body. I continued jacking him off until his cock had exhausted itself. Even then I pressed the tool down into the puddle of cream that had gathered in a dip in my belly; I dipped it into the warm cream and gave the head a cum bath that had it glistening handsomely.
"Now feed it to me!" I whispered, excited by the lewd work and made hornier than ever by it. "Mmmmmm, feed me that cock and let me lick the hot cream off it!"
He scrambled up my body and brought his prick to my lips. I kissed the cum off him, quivering delightedly as the distinctive taste made my flesh tingle with sexual pleasure, and began rubbing my belly with my hands, spreading his cum over my flesh and enjoying the feel of the lusty stuff. Man-cream has always intrigued me, especially with its quality of being both slippery and sticky at the same time, and I felt warm fingers of arousal playing over my flesh as I spread his cream around my body.
"You really like to ball, don't you?" Fred asked me, though he made it sound more like an observation. "It really gets to you, those pricks and the way they make you feel."
I couldn't deny that and before I left their camp later that day I had treated myself to all the cock I could possibly want for one day. I returned to the little pool near their clearing and washed the cum off my body; again I gave myself one of those bracing, mountain water douches and again I felt my spirits revving upward as the chilling water flowed into the innermost reaches of my cunt. The experience set me to thinking and later, on the hike back to my own camp, I conceived of the perfect way of jacking off: I would use two dildos, I thought-giving little heed to the question of where I was to get even one of those obscene implements, let alone two-and I'd have one slightly warmer than body temperature, the other cooler. By alternating them in my cunt and giving myself no time to prepare for the shift from warm to cool, I thought, I might well be able to give a really special quality to the "do it yourself game. Of course, these thoughts were mere fantasies, since it was very unlikely that I'd ever put them into practice, but they gave me considerable amusement on the walk back home.
It was on the subsequent visit that I made my momentous discovery and stumbled upon the solution to the problems which I could see arising out of Mark and his friends and their readiness to corrupt Amy and other young campers. I'd been with Fred and his party for about an hour and had given each of them exactly the kind of sexual treatment he had desired. Pete had been first and, after having given me a strenuous fucking from the rear, doggie style, he had slipped away to his tent.
He emerged later with a camera and asked if he could make some pictures of my pussy, promising that he would aim the camera in such a way that my face would not show.
"I'd just like to be able to pull out a print now and then," he said, "and think about how nice it was to fuck that cunt!"
I agreed, warning him to be extra careful about getting my face in any of the pictures, and he backed off to begin snapping. He talked as he shot and said that he was an avid photographer and specialized in shots of wildlife, especially birds. When I asked him how he managed to get close enough to get detailed shots, he laughed and said that he owed it all to his extremely long telephoto lens. It enabled him to get extremely detailed shots of birds from long range, even as far as one hundred yards. As I lay there, casually displaying my wet pussy to him in a variety of poses, I suddenly thought about applying his skill to Mark and his friends.
"Hey, if I asked you to make some special shots for me would you do it?" I asked, feeling a nervous little tingle of anticipation as I framed the question.
"Sure, just name it," he agreed. "After the way you've been so nice to us it's the least I can do."
I briefly described the situation at the new camp and told them that I had very little control over Mark, Terry and Chuck, since their fathers occupied prominent positions within the church. If I were to be supplied with photographs of them engaging in some of their perverted practices with Amy and Dianne, though, I was sure that I could use the photos as a lever toward persuading them to adopt a more conciliatory attitude. Pete agreed with me and said that he would be only too glad to shoot up a roll of film for me.
"And I'll develop them for you too," he promised, "as soon as I get back to the city. You can have all the prints you want."
"One of each will be enough, I'm sure," I said.
We agreed to meet the next day at about ten o'clock. I marked a rendezvous on their map and then turned to them with an even more passionate warmth; their cheerful agreement to cooperate with me had raised a friendly spirit within me and I felt more strongly than ever an urge to satisfy them in every way that I could. We spent another long session there on the grass, fucking and sucking with all the energy we could muster, and again I thoroughly depleted my reserves of sexuality. Even so, I went back to my camp in high spirits, buoyed by the knowledge that I'd soon have a firmer hold upon the boys and Amy too.
We met the next morning-Pete had attached a bizarre-looking black tube to his camera so that it looked more like a stovepipe than a piece of photographic apparatus-and I led them over to a spot near the boys' camp. Amy had already slipped away that morning and I had little doubt that we would find very acceptable targets for Pete's camera. Fred, Harry and Jack came along, too, wanting to enjoy the occasion, and we slipped quietly through the woods. I led them to a low mound overlooking the clearing and motioned for them to be very quiet.
Peering over the top of the mound, we saw the five of them sprawled on the grass. They were a little less than one hundred yards away-Pete estimated it as about one hundred yards and I took his word for it-and he said that he could get extremely clear, sharp pictures, since they were in the sunlight. I examined their grouping as he adjusted and set up his camera. Dianne had assumed a kneeling position and Mark was behind her, shoving frantically at her rump. She had her face between Amy's spread thighs and looked to be giving an energetic sucking to the young girl.
"Get a picture of her going down on that little bitch!" I muttered anxiously. "That'll be just what I need!"
I could hear Pete's camera snapping away and felt a thump of solid joy within my heart. The situation couldn't have been better made to order and I was determined to take as much advantage from it as I could. We stayed there on the ridge for nearly an hour, shooting film at every opportunity. Dianne and Amy each sucked every boy in turn and then presented her ass to them for another application of hard prick. Pete got some excellent shots of Terry and Chuck humping into Amy from the rear; he said that he had gotten them in poses which clearly showed their faces and would leave no doubt in anyone's mind as to what they were doing. Amy and Dianne cooperated magnificently, though entirely accidentally, and proved to be intent upon displaying every facet of their lusty personalities.
"That's thirty-six frames," Pete said to me at last. "And just about all of them are of some really good fucking action. Either that or somebody getting some fine head. Wow, that pair of girls really let it all hang out, don't they?"
"Yes, and I'm afraid that this is one time they might have let it hang out a bit too far," I said with a wry chuckle. "I'm sure that if I threaten to circulate those pictures they'll know right away that the game is up. They won't dare get any more of the girls from the camp over here now, not with all the damage I can do them!"
"Yeah, but how are they going to know that you've got the pictures?" Pete asked. "I mean, if you just say it they might want some proof. And it'll be a week before I can get back out here with the prints. So where does that leave you?"
My elation quickly evaporated when I saw that he had accurately fixed upon the one weak spot in my plan. Amy knew me well enough to know that I had no camera and very little knowledge about their uses. Fred came to my rescue with a suggestion that saved the day. He urged us to march down into the camp and confront the group head on. They would be able to see Pete's camera, of course, and that would at least create suspicions in their minds, if not convince them outright.
"And there are four of us," he added. "So I don't much think they'll get frisky and try taking the film away or anything like that."
I agreed, of course, and soon we were facing five startled young people. Dianne looked owlishly at Pete's camera; I could see that she was dying to ask if he had been shooting pictures of their lustful play.
"Yes, we've been up on that ridge for about an hour," I told them, putting on my best smile. "Pete got some very interesting pictures. And with that telephoto lens, you can be sure that they were close-ups. Yes, I think that there are some pictures here that some people might find very interesting!"
Mark and his friends at once assumed an expression of the utmost dismay. Amy, ever the bold, impudent one, asserted that she didn't care; her mother knew that she carried on an active sex life and would say nothing if confronted with visual evidence of her wide-ranging activity.
"I wouldn't bother giving them to your mother," I told her, my heart suddenly turning stone cold. "I think it would be better just to circulate them among your schoolmates. I've got a feeling that if everyone saw just how free and easy you've been, they might have a little different opinion about you!"
Her face fell at that and I saw that I'd scored a direct hit upon her most vulnerable spot, her position with her peers.
"But you don't need to worry about that," I said to her. "As long as you behave yourself and stay in camp, no one will ever see the pictures, my dear. But if you step out of line, and especially if you start bringing any other girls over here, then you can kiss your social life goodbye, I'm afraid!"
She abjectly promised that such an act had been the furthest thing from her mind, though I knew better and told her so in blunt terms.
"And as for you," I added, turning to Mark and his friends, "all you have to do to keep those pictures a secret is to stay away from Amy and the rest of the girls at my camp. I don't care what you do with Dianne; she's no concern of mine. And you must also keep up the work here on this new campsite. As long as you do what you were supposed to do and stay away from my camp, you have nothing to worry about."
That seemed to mollify them somewhat, though they still bore very disgruntled looks when we turned away to leave. I couldn't resist one last shot, however, and took a perverse pleasure in delivering it.
"And by the way," I said, turning back to them, "if any of you ever wants a recommendation as a photographic model, feel free to call on me! I know I can give you a very good recommendation!"