Chapter 1
I hadn't looked forward to that hike to Lone Falls Camp, not that day or any other day. And not because I had to walk every one of the five miles, either; I'm in good condition and usually I don't mind a good hike. No, my reluctance had to do with a sense of unease about what I might find there once I arrived.
It all began, I guess you might say, back in January when Pastor Bockhaus gave me the bad news, telling me that I was not only going to have to run his church's camp that summer but also to supervise construction work on a new, satellite campsite a few miles farther into the Weenockee Mountains. I'd protested that running one camp was quite enough work for any one person but he had shown me that it wasn't feasible to hire someone else just to supervise the work at Lone Falls, the proposed new campsite. Besides, he added, I would only have to drop in one or two days a week to check on the progress of the work, which was very simple; they wanted Lone Falls to be a primitive camp and that meant that nothing very sophisticated would have to be built.
I'd felt like crying when I went back to my little cubbyhole of an office in Eastwood's United Community Church. Bockhaus had talked me into it and now I faced the prospect of all that work. The plaque on my desk read "Ann Gooden, Camp Counselor," and I thought of taking it back to him and showing him that it said nothing about construction supervisor. It wouldn't have done any good, though; he need only have patted my hand and soft-soaped me a little and I'd have agreed to it all over again.
Another reason for my reluctance to take on the task, and to go over to Lone Falls that day, was that the pastor's own son, Terry, was part of the work crew. The church had hired Terry, along with Chuck Norden, son of a member of the church's board of trustees, and Mark Cokes, son of one of the most prominent parishioners, to do the work. Chuck and Terry were sixteen and Mark a year older but I didn't have much confidence in them. Terry had absorbed virtually none of his father's pious goodness, and that part only to rebel against it, and the others were cut to about the same pattern. I hadn't liked the way they had looked at me when I'd gone there before-as if I'd forgotten my clothes-and I especially didn't like the way they had pumped me to find out exactly how far it was to Camp Lenatchee, a girls' camp a few miles to the south.
Even before I got into the clearing where the boys had set up their tents I could tell that something was under way, something that needed correcting. I could hear the whoops of laughter from quite a distance and, when I got closer, I could hear a softer, shriller laugh, one that could have come only from a female throat. The scene that greeted my eyes when I got to the edge of the clearing went far beyond anything I'd ever imagined, however. I'm not excessively prudish, I think, but what I saw when I looked through the last fringe of bushes absolutely took my breath away.
Chuck was kneeling behind a female form that was as naked as himself. The girl was facing Terry, who knelt in front of her, and even though her long mop of corn silk blonde hair hung down over her face I instinctively knew that she was sucking his cock. I could also tell that Chuck's prick was buried in the blonde's cunt-he was ramming it into her with vigor-they were in profile to me and I could see the blonde's big breasts jiggling as he lunged back and forth.
It might surprise you to hear me, a thirty-three-year-old camp counselor who's employed by a church, talking about "sucking a cock" and "pricks" and "cunts," but I'm no stranger to sex and sex talk. I had my first affair when I was sixteen; in fact, it was Jerry who taught me all those words and it was with him that I learned to thrill to their erotic power. Even now, to myself, I use the plain Anglo-Saxon terms when I think about sex, seldom though that is, I hope. I had another affair when I was in college and then a third two years after graduating; both of those men were extremely sophisticated lovers and introduced me to virtually every form of fucking known to mankind.
Neither affair had worked out, however, and I had accustomed myself to the idea of spinsterhood. My job was satisfying, if demanding at times, and while I still hadn't learned how to quell the fires that occasionally burned in my cunt I had learned a few ways of quenching them without having to call on anyone for help. Sure, it distressed me to know that I could still have those "flareups," as I called them, but I honestly believed that I was getting better at controlling my emotions.
Nothing had prepared me to resist the frantic, abandoned scene which I witnessed that morning, however. I was about fifty feet from them when I stopped, paralyzed by the entrancing sight, and the few details which I could not see I could readily imagine. Paul, the fellow I'd had the affair with after getting out of college, had been wild about seeing every detail of our lovemaking and had interested me in it too. Together we'd worked out a series of positions and had placed mirrors around our bed which allowed us to see everything we were doing. Thus I didn't have to see the blonde's lips curling around Terry's cock, or to see Chuck's prick slashing into the girl's pussy, to have a very clear picture of exactly how it all fitted together-I could still remember seeing myself doing exactly the same things with Paul!
Suddenly the trio broke apart. Chuck lay back on the sleeping bag, which they were using to protect their naked flesh from the pine needles, and the blonde straddled him, facing his feet, and guided her mouth down onto his cock for a moment. Even at that distance I could easily see the wetness of the big tool, and it was a generously proportioned monster; evidently she was highly excited and her wet cunt had spread a thick coating of the lover's salve over his rod. After a moment Terry lay down on the bag and she got over him, facing his feet and squatting over his loins. I was petrified at the size of the prick rising up from that impish youngster's belly-it was positively obscene in its distended length and girth-but the blonde guided it up into her cunt and sheathed it without the least sign of discomfort. Rather, she exclaimed with delight at being spread to the utmost and soon she was bouncing around and whipping her hips back and forth with as much gusto as anyone could wish for. Chuck got to his feet and stood in front of her, dangling his own big prick into her mouth.
Despite my horror at witnessing the depraved scene, a part of me went out in sympathy to the blonde. Paul had taught me to love sucking his cock after he had fucked me nearly blind; at first, the idea of taking his prick into my mouth, when it was dripping with his come and mine too, had disgusted me but the more I thought about it the more I wanted to try it. And when I finally made the big plunge, the taste of his hot, cunt-moistened prick simply overwhelmed me with love and sensuality. The blonde was a lot younger than I was when I had learned that trick but she seemed to love it no less; she eagerly accepted the tool offered her and began sucking it with all the vigor anyone could want.
Of course it affected me; a woman can't see all those wonderful sights without getting excited. Before I knew what was happening, my pussy had begun boiling and throbbing at a tremendous rate, growing hotter by the second, and I could feel the trickle of that cunt juice beginning to seep out and flood the crotch of my panties. I became acutely aware of my breasts too-they seemed to have doubled in size, especially in the nipple, and pressed against my bra with extra power-and of a storm rapidly building up inside my body.
Most of all, I was conscious of being pulled apart at the seams. A part of me welcomed the sight, I've got to admit that, and responded to it with all the animal heat my body could muster. Another part, the one I'd been trying to encourage and build up, cried out in disgust at the sight and urged me to rush forward so that I could stop the three from going any further. The result of this conflict was that I did nothing whatever: I simply stood there and gaped, incidentally growing more and more affected by the sight.
"Ooooohh, God, shake that ass!" Terry cried out, stiffening his lithe young body and throwing his cock into the blonde's cunt with mighty lunges that must have sent the head of his prick well into the mouth of her womb. "Get it going, Dianne; fuck that cock of mine and get it on!"
She said nothing, having her mouth stuffed full of Chuck's prick, but she began fucking faster than ever. She had an extraordinary degree Of control over her hips and she ground herself down onto him with a power I would not have believed possible in a girl so young. There was no doubt that she thoroughly enjoyed having his cock in her cunt and that she wanted desperately to make his big balls give up their masculine venom.
It was equally clear that she also loved the taste and feel of Chuck's big prick. She was jacking him off with one hand as she sucked and her fist supplied stimulation to the parts which her lips and tongue could not reach. She used her other hand to stroke her clitoris and nipples as she writhed atop Terry. I watched them as long as I could, positively goggle-eyed at the sight. I don't know that I ever saw anything which affected me so strongly, certainly nothing at such a distance. Finally, when I felt that I would burst apart if I watched them another second, I turned away. That was when I received the second shock of the day.
I gasped but the surprise had robbed my vocal cords of the cry that might otherwise have formed. Mark Cokes stood behind me, not three feet away; a sardonic smile played over his lips. I gaped dumbly, surprised not only to see him standing there but also by the fact that he was quite as naked as Chuck, Terry and the blonde girl. My eyes naturally went down to his hard, muscle-ribbed belly-he had a powerful physique, I noticed in spite of my shock-then to the huge, swollen prick that reared out of the patch of jet-black fur curled at the base of his belly. The tool was curved like a sword and seemed to radiate primitive animal power. I shrank back, unable to say a word.
"No need to leave now," he murmured, "not when they're about to get off so well! Turn around and let's watch them work it on out!"
He took my wrist in his powerful hand arid held me firmly, turning me so that I had to look at the trio in the clearing. The blonde girl still writhed above Terry, except that her movements were even quicker and jerkier now, and she still worked her face around Chuck's cock. Both Terry and Chuck were driving their tools into her at a furious pace and it was perfectly clear that they were nearing a climax. Chuck suddenly emitted a ferocious howl and lifted his weight up onto the balls of his feet, thrusting forward at the same time. I needed no hint to know what that meant: his balls, excited beyond their endurance, were discharging their pent-up emotion directly into the girl's hungry mouth!
Terry now joined his partner in an uproarious ejaculation. He bounced his hips off the sleeping bag and shoved deep into the girl, grunting and muttering incoherent curses as he did so. I could see the muscles rippling in his slender body as he forced the come out. My own cunt throbbed powerfully, and for a second I was afraid that I might lose my self-control and have a climax of my own, simply by watching them shudder with such strenuous joy.
"Yeah, they're flooding her," Mark whispered into my ear. "And she's loving every minute of it too! That's Dianne-she's from Camp Lenatchee and if you don't believe she's ready for some sucking and fucking, you'd better think again!"
By putting it so brutally and directly, he managed in making my own condition all that much the worse. It is exciting to utter the words within my own mind but it is even more effective when I hear them from the mouth of a man. I closed my eyes and reeled, momentarily overcome with weakness, and wondered if I were going to pass out. I survived the moment of giddiness, however, and managed to stay on my feet.
I saw Chuck step back from the girl, his prick already wilting slightly; she smiled and said something to him that brought a grin to his broad, handsome face. She lifted herself off Terry, pausing above him for a moment-it struck me that the removal of his cock must have allowed the sperm to gush from her cunt; I well remembered the free way it could flow out once the man had pulled his "stopper" out of me-and then turned around. She knelt beside him and lavished kisses upon his prick, nuzzling him with a hungry insistence which made it amply clear that she loved the taste of a well-fucked cock.
"Want to go down and join them?" Mark murmured into my ear. "They'd be glad to have some company. And I guess Dianne hasn't worked out all the horniness in them, in case you'd like to help her out!"
"No!" I gasped at once, flushing hotly. "What are you thinking about? I couldn't go down there when they're ... like that!"
A renewed sense of my duty came over me, though that only made matters far worse. I realized that I was serving Pastor Bockhaus poorly, in seeming to condone his son's scandalous behavior with the girl, but I also realized that I would be able to say or do very little that would make him change his ways. Terry's sly independence, quite apart from the fact that I could not be there every day, was enough to insure that he would do exactly as he pleased.
"Oh, so you think it's all right, then, if we bring some girls over from Camp Lenatchee," Mark suggested. "You know, to brighten up the atmosphere?"
"Certainly not!" I hissed, not even noticing that he was pulling me away from the clearing and leading me deeper into the bushes. "I don't mean anything of the sort! But ... ooohh, I don't know what to do!"
I stumbled along beside him, only too glad to get away from the distressing scene in the clearing. After a few minutes I became aware that he was leading me well away from the trail going back to my own camp. I was still too upset to protest, however, and I meekly followed him. When we were well away from Chuck, Terry and Dianne, he led me into a small clearing and stopped there. Before I knew what was happening he had folded me in his arms and fastened his lips to mine. The insidious power of his lips, together with the insistent way his tongue played over my lips, caused my head to reel again, though for quite a different reason this time. I could also feel his stiff prick, laid across my belly like a bar of hot steel; it too sent unusual sensations flickering over my flesh. Within a few seconds I felt my pussy throbbing harder than ever. My nipples ached as he pressed me against his hard chest; in spite of myself I rubbed them against him and shuddered as my breasts burst into a flood of sensual life.
Still keeping his lips fastened over mine-his tongue was now deep inside my mouth, sparking off a flurry of violent reactions within my body-he reached down to unfasten my shorts. I tried to summon up the will power I needed to struggle against him but it was as if my very bones had turned to putty and my mind had become a sodden, molten bowl of jelly-I couldn't make myself resist his advances. He quickly pulled my shorts down around my ankles and then stripped my panties off. My T-shirt and bra went next and then I was as naked as he was. A portion Of my mind still rebelled against this impudent assault but it lacked the resolution needed to stiffen my resistance.
"I knew I was right," he muttered as he dropped to his knees and began kissing my belly and the upper part of my thighs. "You're as hot as a firecracker right now! Mmmmmm, rub that thing over my mouth! Feed it to me!"
His lips had set off a chain reaction in my cunt and I felt myself actually wanting to help him in his insidious plan! That surprised me quite as much as his forwardness; I'd honestly thought that I could control my emotions better than that. It wasn't just that my nipples were aching or that my pussy was flooding with that warm, slippery juice which flowed so readily from the depths of my cunt; it was more a matter of wanting to have him, to open myself up to that monstrous cock of his!
But first, however, he wanted to eat my pussy.
The little devil, he couldn't have picked a better way of ensuring that I'd become even more pliant in his hands. I've always been extremely responsive to a man's lips, no matter what part of my body they might be touching, but when I felt a man begin kissing my pussy I became possessed by devils. The feel of a tongue sliding up and down my slit, spreading my pussy lips wide and probing suggestively at the rim of my cunt, or perhaps gliding over my clitoris, has always made me absolutely raving mad for a cock. This time was no different.
I must give Mark credit for being a masterly pussy licker. He knew exactly how to heighten my desire, how to make my clitoris even more vibrantly alive and stiff with lusty fervor; he could tease me with his tongue and make me hunger for something bigger and harder. My brain, or that part of it which retained a morsel of sanity, shrieked out in dismay at the way his tongue excited me but the rest of me wanted more and more of that delirious treat. I began working my hips back and forth, gently and suggestively, and rubbed my pussy over his mouth with devastating results.
When he pulled his face back from my pussy and looked up at me I suppose I would have done anything he suggested, I was that far gone. The long period that I'd gone without having sex had made me even hornier, I now realized; I'd once imagined that I was learning to overcome my body's demands but now I saw that I'd only learned how to ignore them. They were stronger than ever and I knew that nothing would satisfy me until I felt his stiff prick prying open the interior of my cunt.
He stood up and moved closer to me, moving his cock between my thighs as we stood together. I shivered as the big cock passed between my legs and snuggled up against my pussy, then closed my legs together. He felt huge when I held his cock between my thighs and I could not keep my hips from moving forward and backward, so that the lips of my pussy slid along the top of the big shaft. The friction made me hungrier than ever for him and thus, when he flexed his knees and lowered himself, preparing to launch the meaty bolt up into my cunt, I was readier than ever.
I'm a tall woman-five-foot-nine-and he was only an inch or so taller than I, but we couldn't find the recipe for getting his cock in me that way. Finally I lifted my right leg. He caught me under the knee with his left forearm, holding the leg up out of the way, and then got his prick aimed into the mouth of my cunf. I'd done it this way with Paul once-the memory of that furious, all-out fuck made me readier for Mark to go in me-and preferred it to being laid down upon the gravel and pine needles of the clearing.
"AGGHHH! OOOOOHH!" I groaned when I felt his prong dilate the mouth of my cunt and slip inside the wet, tense opening. "ANNNGGGHH-OWWWWW!"
I must've started coming almost immediately; I felt him going in and then something burst inside my belly, releasing a perfect flood of mighty throbs of pure pleasure. The come rolled over my body in great, crashing waves that left me hanging on him limp and breathless. He had lowered my right leg, once he was securely up my cunt, and it was a good thing, since I doubt that my left leg had enough strength in it to support me, once I'd begun coming. My spasms caused me to writhe against him in anguish and of course my convulsive jerking made his cock move around inside my cunt, thereby making the sensations even more violent. He barely moved, except to press more and more of the huge cock into my cunt; my own twitching jerks provided all the fucking motion we needed.
"Aiiieee!" I whimpered. "Ooooohh, you're killing me!"
He said nothing but I could tell from the way he grabbed the cheeks of my ass and held me tightly against him that he was enjoying it almost as much as I was. My climax merged into a second and then a third mounted within my cunt. Each was stronger and more pervasive than the one before it until finally I felt that my entire body, even the hair dangling over my shoulders, was alive with orgiastic triumph. All those sensations, however, were as nothing compared to what I felt when he took the bit between his teeth and began to drive his cock in and out of my cunt with a furious intensity.
"Ugghhh!" he grunted. "I'm getting it, I can feel it! Ahhhhh!"
Even though I was drunk and half-unconscious with sexual feeling I still had my wits about me enough to know what he was preparing to do. I fucked back and forth as best I could in my weak, dazed condition and then I felt him strike home. His pelvic bone rammed up against mine, almost crushing my clitoris and flattening the lips of my pussy. I could feel every hair on his loins, it seemed, as they merged with mine and scraped into the tender, aroused flesh. Then he gave one final grunt and plunged into me once more, nearly lifting me off the ground in his fury.
"AHHHH! OOOOOOOHH!" I moaned, feeling his cock begin to jump about within my wet, tender sheath. "UNNGGGHH, YOU'RE CUMING! SHOOT, SHOOT IT NOW!"
The fury of his climax took me by complete surprise. I'd forgotten how powerfully a young man can ejaculate, how long his cock can go on twitching and spitting out that lovely, sticky, warm cream. It seemed that something living and brutally strong had been unleashed within my cunt as his cock began spurting. The first, especially strong jets seemed almost to rip a hole in my cunt; I could feel the liquid fire drenching every part of my cunt and flooding up into my womb. Never before had I felt a man's ejaculation with such completeness. His cock seemed to swell up to twice or three times its already-huge diameter when it spat out those bursts of fiery lust and each drop sent additional shudders of fleshly delight coursing over my battered body.
He continued fucking me for a long time after he had shot his load that time. Perhaps he hoped that he could come again, even though his climax had been a prodigious one, or perhaps he wanted to feel me come again. If his hope was the latter, he worked in vain, as I could've told him; my cunt and pussy had lost all semblance of feeling by that time. It was as though his prick had been shooting novocain rather than love cream into me. Finally he tired of his work and stepped back abruptly, without saying a word. I swayed upon weak legs but managed to hold myself upright as he looked at me. There was a savage, wild light in his eyes which I couldn't decipher. After looking at me for a moment, he abruptly turned and walked out of the clearing.