Chapter 5

I suffered fewer guilt pangs after this extended session with the boys and Dianne. Probably I was even then coming to accept this new and altogether different version of myself; certainly I knew beyond any doubt by this time that I could no more control my sexual impulses than I could've uprooted the trees through which I walked. I vividly recalled all the things I'd done as I returned to my own camp and, instead of feeling desperately ashamed of myself, I could feel only a warm, contented satisfaction. I wondered at my lack of guilt but I honestly felt that it would be foolish of me to try pretending that I regretted any of it. Even the perverted experience with Dianne had given me a deep and lasting pleasure which I couldn't deny.

Strangely enough, this new view of myself enabled me to do my work much more efficiently. Instead of wasting time in berating myself, in trying to tell myself that I'd been momentarily overcome by a passing attack of lust, I now knew that my real, inner self had emerged and was firmly in control of my body. What is more, I could now accept this change without regret. I knew that I'd be going back to that camp and that whatever the boys wanted to do would find me as a willing, even enthusiastic, participant. No matter what kind of perverted, depraved sexual act they might suggest for me, I had no doubt that I'd readily assume the position they wanted me to assume and do whatever else had to be done.

I spent the afternoon very profitably, surprising myself by the amount of work which I was able to accomplish. Late that afternoon, just before dinner, I visited the bath house to make sure-that the janitor squad had done a good job of mopping down the shower-room floor. When I stepped inside the small building I knew at once that something was wrong. Stopping dead in my tracks, I listened more carefully and felt a strange, cold chill running over my body.

"Now this is your buzzer," I heard a youthful, husky voice saying from within the shower room. "It might not be very big on you yet but as soon as you start having periods and growing some hair around your pussy you'll notice it. That's what you want to work on when you start balling yourself. See, I'll show you just how to do it. You just take the tip of a finger and run it over this part right here, where the lips come together at the top . . mmmm! Wow!"

The sharp exclamation of joy stirred me out of my shocked trance. Pursing my lips together I strode into the shower room and saw an amazing sight. Amy Krueger, the girl who had extolled the virtue of wearing no panties under her shorts, was sitting on one of the benches; her feet were drawn up high and her knees were spread wide. She had removed her shorts and thus her young, fresh pussy was completely exposed. A group of girls, three of them, sat in front of her; I recognized them as a portion of our twelve-year-old campers. They were watching Amy with a rapt, total interest but they quickly whirled about when I came into the room. An expression of fear spread over their startled faces; Amy continued to rub her clit-I noticed in passing that the nub was extremely large; it was as big as the tip of my little finger and stuck out of her pussy lips like a miniature prick-and to look at me with a mild interest.

"All right, you girls go on to dinner," I said to the young ones, surprising even myself by the gentleness of my tone; they must have been expecting the roof to fall in upon them. "Amy, you stay here; I must discuss this with you."

I watched the frightened girls troop out; their faces showed only relief at being let off so easily. When I turned to Amy she was still caressing her clit and she had an ecstatic expression on her lovely little face. She is about fourteen, I believe, and has very long, very dark hair that falls well below her rather prominent busts. She wore her camp T-shirt; it was pulled up around her waist. A thin border of black, curling hair framed the dark red slit running down between her thighs. The slit shone with a warm fervor; she was hot enough that the entire organ was covered with pussy drip.

"They came in and found me giving myself a hand job," she murmured huskily. "They wanted to know what it was all about so I told them. I think Carol-she was that blonde, pudgy one, remember?-would've eaten me if the others hadn't been with her! God, she was almost raping me with her eyes!"

"Amy, how can you say such things!" I gasped. "And stop that, please-it certainly isn't the way our campers should behave!"

"But what are you going to do when you get a bad case of the hots?" she asked, just as though it were the most natural question in the world. "Jeez, it's been two weeks since I've had a good fuck and I'm about to crawl the fucking walls!"

I couldn't reply to that; I was too shocked to hear such expressions coming from the mouth of one so young. Probably my role as a church worker had insulated me from the realities of life as practiced by the middle-and upper-middle-class youngsters whom I was supposed to oversee; no doubt they put themselves on their best behavior around me, which is the reason I knew so little about their attitudes toward sex. At any rate, I was completely astounded by her forwardness. She continued to finger her pussy and now added her left hand to her right, using the additional hand to probe at the mouth of her hot little cunt. For a moment I remembered the taste of Dianne's feverish slit and I felt an absurd urge to kneel before her so that I could run my tongue over her pussy. Fortunately I resisted that impulse and managed to find enough indignation to be convincing. Amy was too far gone along the trail to sexual completion to hear me, however, and she quickly brought herself into a state of shuddering, gasping completion. I looked about the shower room wildly and almost fled the scene. I remained, however, and witnessed the entire climax. She fucked herself in a knowing, skillful manner and even I could tell that she had had plenty of practice at administering that kind of pleasure to herself. After she had fucked herself through the orgasm she put her feet back onto the floor and sighed weakly. She licked off the fingers that she had used to stimulate the mouth of her cunt, an act which made my own clit throb painfully, and began pulling on her shorts.

"You can send me back home or whatever, I don't care," she said in a low, dull tone. "If I don't find some way of getting my rocks off I'm going flat out of my mind and that's a fact! It's up to you, Miss Gooden; you can do whatever you want to do. But I'm not going to do without my fun, you can bet on that!"

"Go on to dinner, dear," I whispered. "I ... I'll let you know later."

I retained the image of the lustful little girl and her beautifully excited pussy for a long time, recalling every detail of that dainty little slit with a clarity that made me wonder if perhaps I really was a homosexual at heart. When I awoke the next morning, though, I could feel a very strong indication within my body that I was distressingly normal, at least in a heterosexual sense: I awoke with an acute, savage hunger for a prick. Nothing would have suited me more at that moment than a king-size tool, something on the order of the cunt-stabbers that Mark and his friends had, inserted deep between the lips of my pussy and gouging a tremendous climax out of the depths of my cunt.

I saw Amy later during the day but I said nothing of the distressing scene between us the previous afternoon. The lovely innocence of her sweet young face caught my attention and I wondered at the disparity between her looks and the reality bubbling just beneath that beautiful surface. I could vividly recall the look of extreme bliss that had come over her face as the climax had spread throughout her tender young body; there was no doubt that she had had a considerable amount of sexual experience. It would do no good to tell her that masturbation was a terrible thing; I didn't believe it myself, having practiced the solitary art for several years with no ill effects that I could see, and she gave every indication of knowing that it was very good too.

The following day found me waking up with an even stronger desire for a cock thrust deep into my body. I remember that I vaguely told myself I ought to be ashamed, for harboring such lustful thoughts, but I couldn't think of anything except big, hard cocks and the pleasure they could give me. The lips of my pussy burned with a dull, steady heat and I barely managed to get dressed without taking time out for a quick fingerfucking session in my cot. I restrained myself by sheer strength of will, telling myself that if I waited the boys would be able to give me even more frantic pleasure, and went off to breakfast.

I waited around my own camp until about eight-thirty, impatient to be off, and left as soon as I dared. I hurried through the forest and made my way to their camp, growing hotter with every step. All my feelings of restraint and propriety were gone by now; I could think of nothing but fucking and sucking. My entire body burned with hunger, crying out for that sudden, penetrating thrust that would turn my cunt into a whirlwind of lusty joy, and I wanted to taste cum so badly I could almost feel one of those huge cocks spurting its load deep into my throat.

The boys were lounging carelessly on blankets when I walked into the clearing. They were all naked, though piles of sneakers and cutoff jeans showed that they had once been dressed that morning. Dianne was there; she was squatting over Chuck, feeding her pussy to him when I walked into their midst. They gave me a casual but friendly greeting and I didn't need their orders, to begin undressing. The sight of Dianne rubbing her perpetually hot pussy into Chuck's face, let alone the vision of three magnificently hard cocks, was quite enough to give the finishing touch to my own rabid desire.

"Hey, you're just in time!" Dianne told me. "I was wondering if you were going to make it at all or not!"

"Yes, I couldn't get away any quicker," I said, fumbling with my clothes but managing to get them unfastened. "I couldn't have stayed away, no matter what. You've all managed to get me hypnotized by those big cocks!"

"Man, we need another cunt around here," Terry muttered. "Two just isn't enough for everybody to get a pussy at once!"

"Yeah, he's right," Mark said, giving me a penetrating look. "Why don't you check around those campers of yours, Ann? Find one who's pretty good looking and so horny she can't keep her panties on, bring her over and we'll all have a pussy each!"

I thought at once of Amy and her heartfelt longing for sexual action; she would be entirely acceptable to them, I knew. She also seemed to have enough experience to be a welcome addition on that score, though I wondered if perhaps they might not prefer having a virgin so that one of them could have the pleasure of ripping her tender cherry apart. There was still enough decency in me, however, to keep me from mentioning the girl's name, though I nearly did so. I told them that I knew of no such girl and that furthermore I didn't intend to play the pimp for any of them. Even so, I felt a very strong urge to mention the girl's name and I had a distinct impression that Mark, especially, didn't believe me when I said that I knew of no girls in my camp with a strong sexual interest. He gave me a peculiar little smile but said nothing at that time.

"We were all sitting around talking before you got here," Terry said to me, "and we were wondering how you do it to yourself. Dianne here says that girls are a lot different, sometimes, in how they give hand jobs to themselves and we'd like to see how you do it."

"Yeah, give us a little demonstration," Chuck added, free to speak once Dianne had lifted her hot little pussy off his face. "We've seen how Dianne does it and now we'd like to watch you going after it!"

I was at once assailed by mixed feelings. On the one hand, I felt a very strong urge to demonstrate my masturbatory prowess to them, since I could tell even then that it would be highly arousing for them and I wanted to bring their balls to a state of steaming readiness. But on the other hand, I dreaded allowing anyone to see me in a moment of such private ecstasy. Also, I feared that they would find my fingerfucking ludicrous and I hesitated for fear of making a fool of myself. Regardless of my indecision, they had their own ideas and were dead set on making me show them how I masturbated. Gradually my reluctance faded away and I found myself wanting to comply with their depraved request.

Thus I began masturbating for their sexual pleasure as much as for my own. I decided to do it standing up, knowing that the extra pressure upon my thighs would have a decidedly more erotic effect upon me. I used both hands, rubbing the lips of my pussy between my index fingers and bringing the sexual tension within my cunt to a state of tingling, throbbing eagerness. I began swaying to and fro, thrusting my hips into my hands and adding a magical quality to my act of depraved sensuality. When the power within me had built up to the point where I could no longer control it I spread the lips wide and began running the tip of one finger over my enlarged, throbbing clit. That touch was enough to set me off, I was so fully aroused, and I felt my womb turn upside down and empty out a perfect flood of sexual wonder.

"OOOOOHH!" I moaned as the orgiastic pleasure spread outward from my clit. "ANNNNGGHH! I'M CUMING! MMMMM, I'M CUMING ALL OVER!"

I swayed back and forth, shuddering under the powerful impact of the orgasmic waves of pleasure, and the cum poured out of the lips of my pussy. For once I gloried in that warm wetness; I knew that it would show them the extent of my joy and that it would make them even more eager to get their pricks into the source of that clear, hot oil. The boys were astounded at the speed with which I summoned up my orgasm, as well as by the violence of the storm that sped through my loins.

"Shit, I've been trying to tell you guys that a girl can bring herself off in no time at all," Dianne told them. "And you sure don't have to go ramming your fingers up a girl's snatch to bring her off either! Why, there aren't hardly any girls who stick their fingers in their cunts when they're jacking off! All you've got to do is rub that buzzer a little and you're off!"

"Mmmmmm, she's so right!" I whispered, though I could remember with an appalling clarity the way

Amy's fingers had plunged in and out of her feverish slit the time I'd caught her masturbating. "That's all it takes and you can cum so beautifully! Mmmmmm, it was wonderful!"

"Okay, so it was a blast," Terry grunted, chagrined that Dianne had been proven so right. "But there's still a kick to getting a cock up that hole, you've got to admit that!"

"Sure there is," Dianne said, smiling impishly. "Why else would we bother with you guys? Oh, there are dildos and vibrators and fucking tools like that. But, damn it all, they just don't quite have the quality of a good, hot cock!"

Mark tired of this lewd talk motioned for me to stretch out on one of the blankets. He took me in an unusual fashion, pulling my legs far up so that the backs of my knees were resting against his extended arms. I was thus pinned back so that my hips were robbed of most of their usual mobility, though I could still twist them from side to side. This position, I saw, would lift the mouth of my cunt high and open me as completely as possible to his deep thrusts; that alone would compensate slightly for the lack of freedom. He leaned over me and called for Dianne to come over and plant the head of his cock in the lips of my pussy. I could've done it easily but he wanted the special thrill of having her insert his cock for him.

Dianne, the lascivious little bitch, proved to be only too willing to help him and she took full advantage of my passive position, giving my pussy a delicious little caress with her fingers as she spread the lips wide to expose the rim of my cunt. I felt a flame of electric joy running through my loins; my self-induced climax had only primed me for further fucking action, I saw. She pulled Mark's cock down to lodge the thick, flaring head in the mouth of my cunt and he leaned against me, his prick pointing almost straight down. I held myself perfectly still so that I could enjoy the moment of entrance to the fullest.

Our unusual, extreme posture meant that the rim of my cunt was strained into a very tight opening, thus making me much more responsive to the bulging tip of his cock; when he put pressure upon me I could feel the muscles guarding the cuntal orifice being strained to the utmost. He wouldn't be denied, of course, and his huge prick speared into the mouth of my cunt. I groaned with special emphasis, since for once the entrance was almost painful, but the savage joy of being opened to the utmost more than compensated for the moment of discomfort. Once the head was fully enclosed by my cunt, the way was open for him and he wasted little time in sending more of that big, hard lance swooping into my hot, quivering pussy.

Being bent almost double made me feel his prick with a special fullness. He was so hard that the shaft was ribbed with almost sharp ridges of excited tissue and I could feel each of those ridges pressing into the strained walls of my cunt. I surged up against him, discovering a slight degree of upward mobility, and twisted my hips from side to side in a way that made my cunt sway around his cock with a deliciously exciting effect. My movements made the big rod probe into the sides of my pussy and also, of course, heightened that tunnel's pressure upon his cock; he smiled with pleasure and urged me to allow my hips even more movement. I eagerly complied with that request and soon I was fucking away with a quick, grunting intensity that did wonders for my state of arousal. In less time than I'd ever have expected I'd fucked myself into a state of ecstatic delight. One more thrust from him would send my cunt into a fury of orgasmic throbs, I knew, and I cried out in agonized tones, urging him to send me tumbling headlong into an excess of sexual ecstasy.

He slammed his prick into me to the fullest and set off a terrific burst of feeling that began deep in the base of my belly, spreading outward with a fearful quickness that soon had my entire body shuddering with orgasmic delight. He was fucking with a decided speed and intensity that told me to expect an answering response from him very shortly; knowing that he was about to cum I gave a special emphasis to the way I ground my loins around his cock and threw my hips from side to side. Nothing prepared me for the conclusion to that exciting fuck, however, and his next move took me completely by surprise.

Instead of continuing to thrust that magnificently swollen cock in and out of my cunt, as I'd expected, he suddenly withdrew it altogether and came to an upright position. He removed his arms from behind my legs, allowing them to fall down beside him; I was so surprised at the quick change of pace that for a moment I could do nothing. As soon as his cock popped out of my pulsating cunt, Dianne leaned between us-she had been kneeling at my side ever since she had planted his prick in my flesh-and began sucking his cock loudly. For a moment I lay there, my cunt throbbing and pounding hotly as the climax continued to surge through my loins, and Dianne continued sucking him. I could hear the liquid, slurping sounds as she worked her hot lips up and down the wet, slippery shaft of his prick.

"OOOOHH, FUCK ME!" I cried out when I managed to recover my senses enough to realize that he intended finishing in her mouth. "AGGHHH, I'M CUMING ALREADY; I WANT YOUR COCK AGAIN! UNNNGGHH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME AGAIN!"

He .ignored me and concentrated on working his prick in and out of the girl's greedy mouth. She was jacking him off and sucking at the same time and it was only a moment before he threw his head back, stiffened his body and thrust into her waiting lips with a powerful lunge. I could see the unearthly expression of sensual delight spreading over his face; that alone would have been enough to tell me that Dianne was getting the load I had wanted for my own cunt. She began grunting lustily too, however, and there was no doubt that his hot, salty come was even then blasting into her mouth and coating her throat with its creamy essence. I cried out again but there was no relief. My hands went down to my pussy, clutched at the throbbing flesh; I drove two fingers into the mouth of my cunt and began plunging them in and out, seeking to give myself the final touch of pleasure which he had denied me by taking his cock away.

The fingers were not nearly as effective as his prick, however, and moreover I lost the marvelously effective sensation of feeling his prick shooting out that thick, scalding cream. Dianne, whom I'd been coming to consider a friend, proved her own deviousness by taking some of his cum and spitting it down onto the lips of my pussy; she kissed my slit warmly and ran her tongue over my clit in a way that distributed a small portion of his love cream. I cried out with special anguish when I felt his cum spreading over my fingers but they were adamant: I wasn't going to be allowed to feel his cock spurting the juice into my cunt.

"That's just to teach you not to lie to us," Mark told me, his voice cold and determined. "The next time we ask you to bring some extra cunt with you, I don't want you acting like you were keeping track of a herd of frightened virgins over there, understand?"

"Yeah, there ought to be plenty of those little cunts that have had a cock in them before," Terry added. "Hell, I'll bet there isn't a cherry in the whole fucking camp! They're probably all over there right now eating each other out like crazy, or else fingerfucking up a storm!"

I still retained that final shred of decency and wouldn't admit that any of my campers would be suitable for their depraved pleasures. My heart cried out piteously when I imagined young Amy, for example, being subjected to the same kinds of humiliation which they had forced upon me; even though my body responded wonderfully to their shameful treatment I knew that they were degrading me and I didn't want one of my campers being subjected to that kind of brutality. When I again refused to cooperate with them Mark laughed and moved from between my legs. He looked over at Chuck and Terry, nodded significantly and pulled away from me.

Mark and Dianne settled down beside me as Chuck and Terry began telling me about some other things they would like to do to me, if only I'd cooperate with them in their efforts at corrupting some innocent young girl. Had I known then just how far young Amy's sexual experience had already gone, or even suspected at the depths of lust within her young body, I wouldn't have hesitated for a moment in giving them her name. I still believed that she had been bluffing me, though, and that her expressed desire for sexual action had been pure talk and nothing more.

Chuck tried to describe the special delights of having a man approach me from the rear, sinking his prick into my cunt dog-fashion and, after wetting it thoroughly in my overheated tunnel, removing it and aiming it up into my ass-hole. Despite the wickedness of the deed I found that his words had a powerfully exciting effect upon me. The more he described the way he would like to sodomize me the more my pussy lips throbbed with new, urgent hungers.

Being robbed of the final delicious thrill with Mark had, of course, left me with a strong sense of dissatisfaction. This feeling of unease, of lacking something which would make me complete, grew stronger as Chuck continued talking about fucking me in the ass and soon I was as fully aroused as I'd been at the moment when Mark had planted his cock in the mouth of my cunt. Dianne made matters even worse by fondling the boy's prick; I could see her working the foreskin up around the head of Mark's big cock and then stripping it back as I listened to Chuck and the effect was altogether predictable. Terry's prick also bulged out at a ferociously stiff angle, letting me know that he too was highly excited, but he merely sat there and listened to his friend.

A bitter war was being fought within my mind all the while. The fleshly part of me naturally wanted to join in the act which Chuck was describing but I still had a modicum of responsibility, enough to keep my lips firmly closed. Although I'd never felt anything larger than a finger probing at the ass-hole I knew even then that I'd take a full and complete satisfaction in being fucked there; Dianne had already proved to me that I was capable of being aroused and satisfied through just about any means of sexual action.

It was a miracle that one of the boys did not use the threat of blackmail in an effort at convincing me to give in to their wicked request. I feared that one of them, probably Mark, would use that added leverage which their fathers' positions with the church gave them but they didn't mention that possibility. Later, of course, I discovered that they had talked it all out beforehand, with Dianne's help, and had decided that they would bring me around to their point of view simply by applying enough sexual stimulation to make me a willing, abject slave to their most depraved goals. The tactic took a short while longer to accomplish its objective but it worked as effectively as the threat of exposure would ever have done. Furthermore, it did so in a way that further added to my own complicity in their act, since I willingly cooperated in the end.

This is jumping ahead of my story, however. Chuck continued to describe the special way an ass clutched and grabbed at a prick it enclosed; he told me how my bowel would register his cock's progress up my ass with a very unique sensitivity. Dianne now chipped in her part and advised me that I'd be able to feel his climax in a way that was stunningly complete, almost as though it were in my mouth at the moment when his balls erupted into gushing life.

"Why don't you play along with us?" she suggested, giving me a frank, open smile that would have done credit to a twelve-year-old virgin in her innocence. "If you come across and help us find a really good girl, you might even get two of the guys at once-one in your ass and the other in your mouth! Wow, what a blast that is when both those guys start shooting their nuts off!"

I moaned out a frantic request for mercy from them, knowing that I was about as--likely to get it from them as a million dollars, but I couldn't help it. Their words and actions were making me feel my sexual hunger with a terrible acuteness, so that I was aware only of the fierce, nagging ache between my thighs. It seemed that my cunt had swelled shut and that it was throbbing fiercely with each pounding beat of my heart.

They decided that stronger treatment was in order and proceeded to give it to me without delay. Dianne pulled herself up onto her feet and turned her back to me, bending far forward at the waist. Her feet were about two feet apart and thus I had a breathtakingly exciting view of her pussy when she bent her torso down. The fur-rimmed slit, dark and swollen with sexual excitement, peeped from between her thighs in an inviting manner; I thought at first that they were going to have me kneel behind her and excite her with my lips.

Chuck had other plans. He marched up behind her, spreading his own legs far apart, and planted the head of his prick in the mouth of her cunt. Mark had me move around so that I was looking up at Dianne's pussy from between Chuck's thick legs; I could see the flaring head of his prick resting between the lips of her slit. He steadied her by holding onto her flanks and began pushing his cock into place. Dianne groaned, making a sound of exquisite delight as she felt the thick tool piercing the taut, strained opening; the sight was so exciting that I could almost feel it myself as more and more of his prick speared into that fully aroused flesh. I saw the effect that a cock has upon a pussy: it drove the lips inward, pushing them down into the outer fold and it caused her clit to move toward his cock. The thought struck me then that her clit had a life and will all its own-it wanted to touch the big tool sliding into the hot tunnel nearby!

He drove nearly all his big tool into her body before he stopped. Dianne groaned louder and flexed her knees slightly, making her hips dip downward and grind against the penetrating tool. After keeping his prick firmly planted in her cunt for a moment Chuck withdrew the implement and re-aimed it, this time shoving it directly against her tautly stretched ass-hole! My heart nearly leaped into my mouth when I saw what they intended doing; I had a perfect vantage point from which to see every detail as he drove his big tool into her rear.

"Wow, it's already making me feel good!" the girl whispered excitedly. "Just knowing he's going to fuck my ass, it makes me want to cum already!"

I could say nothing, nor could I force myself to look away from the junction of their bodies. He held his wet, shining cock against her for a second and then lurched forward. She swayed away from him, driven by the great strength of his thrust; my clit seemed almost to leap from my pussy and shout with excited lust. Dianne moaned weakly when she felt him trying to force his way into her ass-hole and I could tell that the effort was giving her considerable pain. She seemed determined to accept him, though, and of course he would have nothing except her ass-hole. Thus he launched another thrust against her trembling body and I saw the thick rod dive into the wrinkled eye positioned just above the mouth of her cunt. Again her flesh receded inward; I was surprised that being fucked in the ass could have so decided an effect upon one's pussy. The lips dived inward too, just as though he were sheathing that swollen tool in the more orthodox opening, and soon he had at least half his prick planted in her ass-hole.

"OH, WOW, THAT'S OUT OF SIGHT!" Dianne gurgled. "MMMM, BEING BENT OVER LIKE THIS MAKES IT SO TIGHT, SO FUCKING TIGHT! UGGHHH! BABY, YOU'RE GOING TO SPLIT MY ASSHOLE IN TWO! AHHH, THAT'S THE WAY, NOW YOU'RE FUCKING MY ASS OFF!"

The sight of Dianne had a compelling effect upon me. Lusty excitement surged through my feverish body, exactly as though I were feeling that great cock being pushed into my own ass-hole, and I knew that I was going to have to have a prick shoved into my cunt very soon or I'd go mad with frustration. Chuck didn't spend very long in the girl's bowel. Soon after the bulging head of his cock had disappeared into the girl's ass he gave out a bull-like roar of delighted joy and tensed himself expectantly. He began fucking into her with slow, pounding thrusts that must have been excruciatingly delightful to Dianne; she shrieked out with anguished delight and began humping against him with quick, fluttering movements of her hips. I could see the cheeks of her trim, boyish ass jiggling as Chuck pounded into her harder and then he straightened up and launched the final bolt into her body.

"AURRGGHHHH!" he groaned, shuddering heavily. "MMMMM, MY BALLS! OOOHH, MY NUTS ARE COMING OFF! FUCK IT, BABY, FUCK THAT COCK OF MINE!"

I was certain that I was going to start cuming too, even though I wasn't even touching my pussy. The sounds of their frantic joy gave me the most extreme kind of excitement and infected my body with desires as lascivious as any I've ever felt. Had I not been so intent upon watching them fuck themselves into a state of total ecstasy I might well have used my fingers to work the tension out of my pussy but as it was I couldn't tear my eyes or attention off Dianne's ass-hole and slit. I could see her clit twitching as it became an engine of lusty joy; I could see the wet film of cunty oil seeping out of the lust-darkened lips of her pussy; I could see the thick vein, running along the base of his cock, pulse as it directed a channel of molten lust into her ass-hole. She cried out with added joy when she felt his cum spatter her bowel with its lava-like jets.

Chuck gradually drove the remainder of his prick into her ass as he shot out the last of his cream. His big balls, jerking nervously in their wrinkled, hairy bag, moved up closer, to her pussy and then brushed against the lips. I felt another surge of sexual excitement shooting through my body when I saw that; I remembered feeling Mark's big balls against my ass-hole once as he had shoved his meat into my cunt and now, seeing the opposite, I remembered that delicious sensation once more. Chuck leaned against her until his prick had ceased to spurt out the load of cum from his balls. Then he gave a low, weary sigh and pulled away from her. I saw his prick slithering out of her ass and pop clear; as soon as it left her ass-hole the strained mouth closed tightly, though not so much that a thin trickle of his cream didn't escape from its grip.

"That's what it's like to get fucked in the ass," Mark told me, shaking my arm to bring me back to reality. "You could have it just like that too-if you'd only tell us which girl we ought to invite over here!"

"No! Please don't ask me to do that!" I moaned. "You can't expect me to do that; it would be so terrible of me!"

"Ah right, you asked for it," he said. "Terry, get on her and fuck that cunt of hers till you get ready to drop your load. Then pull it out and shoot off on her belly. Or maybe Dianne'll be cranked up again by then and she can suck the rest of it out of your prick!"

"No! Don't let him do it to me that way!" I begged, beside myself with anguish at the thought of being deprived once more of that deliriously pleasing sensation when his cock would begin shooting out hot jets of cream. "Let him fuck me all the way! Ooooohh, you can't know how much I want to feel him shooting off in my cunt!"

The threat quickly reduced me to a whimpering animal but my cries had no effect; whatever upon Mark. If anything they only made him more determined to carry through with his wicked threat. He even told me that he was considering ordering Terry to pull his prick out of me the moment I began to cum; that incredible threat was enough to make tears come to my eyes. I couldn't bear the thought of him vacating my cunt just at the moment when I needed his cock the most. I knew that if they were to carry through with that threat then I'd probably shrivel up before their eyes and die of sexual frustration. Once Mark saw how much I wanted Terry's cock, he was of course determined that I shouldn't have it and thus I only made matters worse for myself.

They were about to carry out their threat, I have no doubt, when I finally capitulated. Terry had already pushed me onto my back and had gotten between my legs when I felt the last vestige of decency snap within me. I looked down at his loins, saw that magnificently sculpted cock aiming straight for the lips of my pussy and wondered how I could possibly survive if he were to jerk it out at he moment my cunt began turning flip-flops and churning out its dance of joy. That thought decided me and, crying out weakly, I gave them the information they wanted so badly.

"Amy! Amy Krueger!" I muttered, not daring to look at any of them as I betrayed my trust. "I saw her finger-fucking herself the other day; she told me she was dying to be fucked! She's fourteen and as horny as any girl I ever saw; she'd love to come over here and play the whore for all of you!"

"Okay, that's good enough," Mark told me. "I'll go over there and get her right now. And just because you've finally decided to be a good girl and play ball with us, you can go ahead and have yourself a fuck with Terry. Leave it in her if you want to, Terry; let her get her rocks off good, huh?"

"Yeah, man, I'll flush that cunt of hers out good!" the youth replied. "I feel like I've got a quart of cum in each ball!"