Chapter 1
"Honestly, Mr. Phillips, I don't think that I would be the best choice as a counselor for the trip. I'm not much of a camper and frankly I dislike roughing it. Perhaps one of the other teachers ... " Mary stopped talking. It was apparent that she wasn't changing his mind a bit!
"I'm sorry to hear that, Miss Denning. In fact, I think that you should reconsider that." Jack Phillips's voice fitted him, it was harsh and rough. Mary stared at his bulky frame as he got up from behind his desk. She saw a once good-looking man gone to seed. His belly sagged and his florid complexion told of heavy drinking or high blood pressure, probably both!
He sat on the edge of his desk, close to where she sat. "You are a new teacher in our system, Miss Denning. You should seize every opportunity to show the folks around here that you're interested in their children." He smiled at her, but she could see the coldness in back of his eyes. "Also, it doesn't hurt to be known as cooperative when it comes time for my ... our office to renew your contract."
Mary heard the thinly veiled threat behind the superintendent's words and was angry! She wished she could lash out at this cheap, small-town politician. But this job had been too hard to find and she needed it! She swallowed her anger and forced herself to smile at him.
"Well, Mr. Phillips, suppose I give you a call later today, after I've ... reconsidered." The man grinned at her and nodded his head.
Mary looked at him again, waiting to see if he had more to say, when she realized why he was sitting where he was. Mr. Phillips was calmly staring down the front of her dress!
For a long moment she was frozen with embarrassment. Being pretty and blonde and the owner of a trim and lovely body she was often stared at like this, but she'd never gotten used to it. She could almost feel the man's bloodshot eyes crawling over her round breasts. She shivered slightly and tried to compose herself.
Her hand blindly felt on the floor for her purse as she made the unwilling muscles of her face form a smile. "Well, if there's nothing else, Mr. Phillips, I think I'd better be running along." She managed to find her purse and stood up.
When he stood up to show her to the door she noticed the protrusion in the front of his slacks. It was very plain that he had an erection! He knew she could see it but made no effort to hide his condition.
Mary stood for a moment before she realized that she was staring at the bulge in his pants. When she became aware of what she was doing, she hastily looked away and hurried to the door. She heard the amusement in his voice. "I'll be expecting to hear from you this afternoon then, and ... drop around anytime, Miss Denning. I like to get to know my teachers."
Mary sat on her borrowed sleeping bag and stared glumly around her. Well, that was all it took. The loose canvas of her small tent flopped and popped as a breeze caught it. The sound startled her and she looked at the tent, half expecting to see it falling on her! "Damn," she muttered aloud.
They had eaten a little while ago, but the food lay in her stomach like a lump of lead. Perhaps a little walk would help.
She grumbled again as she fumbled her way out of the tent and stood up. The mountain air was cool and pure, the cook fire had died down but she could still smell the odor of burning pine.
It was almost dark as she sauntered along the slope above the camp-ground. She could see some lamps already lit in the tents and heard laughter as some of the boys and girls still raced shouting through the trees.
For some reason, thinking about her meeting with Mr. Phillips had upset her and she felt a strange, fluttering sensation in her stomach. The man had no right to stare at her like that. Just because a woman had a nice body didn't mean that she was ... easy!
She stood for a long moment, looking out across the hills but her eyes weren't seeing the landscape. A small shudder passed through her as the memory of Mr. Phillips's hard organ came to her. She recalled her feelings as she stared at the large bulge under his fly and she could imagine how huge and frightening it would look out in the open!
"Stop it, stop it right now!" Hearing her own voice startled her and helped Mary control her wandering thoughts. She shook her head in despair. Why was she like this? She was a woman, almost twenty-eight and the thought of sex still frightened her! She felt a sadness as she thought of her few, fumbling attempts with men. Especially that one night when a man had finally managed to undress her and ... "
A quick flare of anger thrust the sadness aside and she clenched her small fists. She could hear the prim, cold voice of her mother in the back of her mind. Mary, I don't want to talk about things like that. It's dirty and nasty and nice girls don't think about ... sex! That wasn't fair! Her mother had been wrong. Mary knew that now, but she couldn't force those awful, early attitudes out of her mind! It just wasn't fair! She was healthy and had her hungers, her body demanded relief. But even on the rare occasions when the pressures drove her to solitary masturbation she couldn't enjoy it as much as she should. "Damn guilt, and damn you, mother!" Her voice was hard and angry.
Just thinking about sex made Mary uneasy. Thinking about Mr. Phillips' hard penis caused her to react; she felt her mons grow warm and an instant throbbing grew up in her hardening clitoris! The man disgusted her, but just the thought of him was making her wet!
Without realizing it, Mary's hand had crept down until it was pressing hard against the front of her jeans. The fingers alternately pressed in then retreated, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. It wasn't until she moaned aloud that she became fully aware of what she was doing!
Jerking her hand away she forced her trembling legs to walk; she suddenly felt very lonely and wanted to get back to camp. Being alone out in the woods wasn't good. It let her think and that was the last thing she wanted to do.
Mary was walking briskly down the path, she wasn't far from the first group of tents when she heard feminine laughter. She stopped walking and listened. There had been something strange about that laugh. It had sounded so intimate and low, the tone in the voice had called out to her, forcing her to wait. For a few moments everything was silent and she was almost ready to walk on when it came again! The throaty sound came to her followed by a rustling sound in a large stand of brush not far from the trail. She had noticed several of the boys and girls were overly friendly during the day, kissing and mooning at each other. She had said nothing, not wanting to be known as a "square," but this was something very different!
Mary stared undecided into the gloom under the trees. It was almost dark. In a few minutes the last glimmer of light would be gone and all the student campers should be back by their tents, that was the rule. She wondered if she should call out to whoever was in there and remind them. After all, she was one of the adults. It was her job!
As she stood there, deciding, another sound drifted over to her. Mary heard a deep sigh and the rustling sound grew louder. A trickle of electric excitement ran down her spine and her knees felt soft and buttery. Suddenly she wanted to see what was going on. She had to see it!
Moving as quietly as she could, she moved towards the dark outline of the bushes. The only sound she heard now was the excited thudding of her heart. It was so loud in her ears that she was afraid that they might be able to hear her coming towards them!
When she got to the bushes, she moved quietly along them until she saw an opening and slipped in. Ahead of her she could see the faint glow of a lantern. The light had been totally screened from the path by the bushes. She stepped up to a large bush and peered into a little clearing that was surrounded by brush. There was a blanket spread on the ground and two people lay on it!
Despite the chill of the night air, Mary felt herself grow warm as she watched the young couple laying close on the blanket. She couldn't see their faces but the boy's hand came to rest on the girl's thigh and began to touch and stroke its way up her thigh towards her shorts!
Mary knew that she should put a stop to this. It was the reason for her being here; she was supposed to prevent just this sort of thing! She knew what her duty was, but something seemed to hold her back. She couldn't move, she stood paralyzed as her eager eyes devoured what was happening in the clearing.
"Ahhhh Davey, your hand feels so nice." The girl's voice sounded muffled and soft. Her slim thighs parted a little and the boy's hand moved higher on the smooth flesh.
Mary thought she recognized the voice, but she wasn't sure. She trembled as the boy's hand reached the crotch of the girl's shorts and squeezed, cupping her sex in his palm. Mary jammed a knuckle between her teeth to keep from making a sound; it was almost as if the boy had grabbed her crotch.
The boy's fingers fumbled with the zipper at the side of the shorts and a slim, girl's hand came down to help him. As the zipper was pulled down Mary saw that the girl wore no underwear. Even in the dim lantern light it was obvious the girl was naked under the shorts!
They worked together and soon the crumpled shorts lay beside them on the blanket. The slender thighs parted wider and Mary felt warm and strange as she stared straight at the girl's sex! A light sprinkling of dark hairs covered the plump mound. The little lips were parted and she could see the orange-pink color of the inner lips. The faint light bathed the two on the blanket with a soft glow and even in that faint light Mary could see the drops of moisture glistening on the slim girl's labia.
"Hurry, Davy, I can't wait!" The boy's hand jerked forward and a finger slipped in between the wet little lips, making the girl's flat stomach jerk and her pretty thighs jerk. "Ohhhh that's nice!!"
The girl's hand moved down and Mary had to lean on the big bush for support as the youngster's practiced fingers undid the boy's fly and tugged his jeans aside. The boy wore no underwear either, and she trembled as she saw his thick organ jerk upright once it was free of restraint.
Davey? She tried to think of a boy on the trip whose name was Davey, but there were at least forty kids here and she didn't know all of them, especially the older ones. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden motion of the girl's hand. The slim fingers curled around the boy's thick shaft and began to stroke up and down, making the white column of his prick thicken and stand taller!
"Wow, that's groovy," an adolescent baritone announced and the finger in the girl's sex moved faster.
Mary saw that the boy was pushing the finger deep into the wiggling girl's slot, as his thumb rubbed gently back and forth over her little clitoris. Mary had to close her eyes for a moment as she felt her own clitoris begin to sting and swell again as she imagined that touch working on her.
This time she knew what she was doing. Her trembling fingers ripped at the buttons of her jeans and she had them open in no time. Her hand slipped under her thin panties and found her own swollen clitoris peeping out from between the fleshy lips of her sex. She touched the tip lightly and shivered, her finger worked down between the lips and covered itself with the sticky fluid that was oozing out of her and smeared it across the standing nub of flesh. Then she rolled the little stalk around and around with her finger as her blazing eyes tried to see every exciting thing that was happening on the blanket.
The girl's middle was flopping up and down and she was making soft little sounds as the boy teased and touched her into a state of readiness.
"Ohhh Baby," the girl called out. "Stop it! Let's get undressed. I can't wait any longer!" She pulled away from the boy's finger and sat up on the blanket. Mary's mouth fell open in amazement as she saw the pretty face of Debbie Forest! Debbie was the brightest and nicest girl in school!!! Debbie's long dark hair was tangled and her pretty cheeks were flushed with excitement as she tore at the buttons of her blouse then threw it aside. The girl wore no bra and Mary admired her perky little breasts as they bounced and jiggled each time she moved. The breasts were small but perfectly formed, the little nipples were hard and stood out like pink spikes as the girl ran her hands softly over them enjoying the feel of her hands on her flesh!
The boy sat up and drew his shirt over his head. Mary didn't know him at first, all she could see was a dark curly head and a broad pair of shoulders. When he turned his face towards her she was almost as shocked as she had been when she recognized the girl! He bent forward to pull his loose jeans from his legs and she saw that it was Dave Phillips, the only son of Jack Phillips! The prim voice in her head reminded her of fathers and sons but she ignored it. The boy had a poor reputation in school, but his father's position had always protected him, even in his worst troubles.
She watched as he got to his knees and smiled down at the girl. Debbie had slumped back down and smiled back up at him. Mary couldn't force her eyes away from the thick shaft that stood out in an arc from his belly. She could see the deep red tip and saw a drop of liquid trembling in the slit as he stared down at the naked girl.
Debbie was looking at his prick too. She had a strange smile on her face as her little hand reached up and gripped the hard organ. She ran her hand over the length of it. Her thumb smeared the drop of fluid over the taut skin of the knob. "Come on, Davey", the girl whispered and her slim thighs parted and raised, opening herself for him.
Mary's hand was rubbing rapidly down the front of her belly, her forefinger was hooked and the tip was rubbing directly across the nub of her clitoris. She watched the girl offer herself to the boy and was confused. How could Debbie? How could such a pretty, popular and well-behaved girl like Debbie do a thing like this? How could she be so wanton and eager to take that frightening shaft inside of her like that? Mary shut the prim thoughts in her head out and held her breath as she watched the pretty hand pulling at the boy's organ, pulling him down between Debbie's thighs!
Mary didn't breathe again until she saw the girl's fingers fit the fat tip of the prick between the lips of her vulva. The muscles in the boy's back flexed and Mary watched his buttocks clench as his hips moved slowly forward. Her mouth fell open and she breathed out in a silent sigh as she saw the head disappear and then inch after inch of the white prick follow it into Debbie's twat.
Her finger was worming in and out of her own wet sex as she watched the beautiful children copulate. She felt her thighs tremble and her knees shake and wished that she were laying down too!
Debbie's thighs rose up Dave's sides and rubbed softly against him as she rolled her trim little bottom, forcing her wet little pussy to swallow all of the burning penis! He had all of himself inside of her now. Mary could see his heavy looking testicles sway and bump up against the girl's upturned bottom each time that he thrust forward.
This was too much! Mary could feel her insides boiling and she had to clench her teeth to keep from screaming in frustration! It wasn't fair. Why did Debbie have this and she had nothing?
For a final instant Mary managed to think clearly and she knew that she had to leave, if she didn't, she would do something foolish and embarrass the children and make a fool of herself!
She gritted her teeth and forced herself away from the bush. Moving as quietly as she could, she staggered away from the clearing, away from the beautiful act that she couldn't join! It wasn't until she was back on the trail that she realized that she still had her hand thrust down inside her jeans! She flushed in the darkness and pulled it out. Her finger was wet and she hesitated a moment before she wiped it on her jeans. Her body was vibrating with unsatisfied need as she buttoned the front of her jeans.
She was so engrossed in adjusting her clothing that she didn't hear it at first, then the sound came again and she looked up and saw a dark, shadowy figure moving away from the bushes and towards her! She crouched down in the path and tried to keep from sight.
It couldn't be Dave moving through the darkness. She could still hear the soft sighs and the rustling sounds as he pounded himself into Debbie. If it wasn't Dave, who was it?
The shadowy runner didn't see her until he almost bumped into her as she waited. "Oh! ... I'm sorry, I didn't see you." She had reached out to catch his shoulder to keep from being knocked down. She held on to the shirt collar as she looked hard at the boy in front of her. She could feel his warm breath on her arm.
"Who is it?" She could only make out a sturdy figure standing in front of her, she knew it was a boy and a camper, but she couldn't see his face. "Who are you?"
"I'm Jim Russell, Ma'am. I was ... walking."
Mary was standing so close to him in the dark that she could feel the heat of his body, she could also sense the rapid beating of his heart. She stood like that for a moment before she understood; he had been watching, too. She could almost smell the animal excitement about him! She wished that there was more light, a quick peek at his groin would tell her if she was right. She kept her grip on his collar and fought for control of her mind and her body. The excitement was still boiling in her belly and she couldn't forget that the boy was male and something inside of her was calling out!!
"Do you know who I am?" Her voice sounded strange and unreal to her.
"Uh ... yes, ma'am, you're Miss Denning." She could feel him tremble and wondered if it was because he was frightened or if he was as excited as she was! She felt a sudden surge of bold courage and a wild impulse took control of her. She could hear the prim voice in her protest what she was going to do, but she ignored it!
"I don't think that you were just walking, Jim, were you?"
He made a little sound of protest but she noticed that he didn't try to pull away from her. She felt herself tremble but she refused to weaken and held onto the collar tighter than before!
"I think that you were standing over there watching Debbie and Davey. You were doing that, weren't you?" The instant the words hit him the boy stood terribly still. There wasn't a sound around them, even the buzz of the insects had stilled. Mary was aware of the strong beat of her heart as she waited to see what the boy would do in answer to her direct challenge.
She felt Jim move slightly and heard him clear his throat. She wished that she could tell what he was thinking. He cleared his throat again.
"I ... I didn't mean to watch, Miss Denning. I was coming down from the hill when I saw their light and I ... stopped." Mary felt herself shiver, but she still clung to the boy's collar as she tried to see his handsome young face.
"Do you think that that was a good thing to do? Should you have stopped and watched, Jim?" She wasn't ready for his response. She heard a soft laugh come from the boy and felt his fingers close over the hand that held him. His hand felt warm and strong and the feel of his flesh startled her almost as much as the laugh.
"I don't know if it was such a good thing, Miss Denning. Why don't you ask yourself? I saw you standing there too!"
Mary's eyes popped open in amazement and she tried to pull her hand away from his, but the boy held her easily. "I didn't watch ... I ... " Her words died in her throat. She knew that she couldn't lie, not when he'd seen her ... had he seen her when she ... ? "I think we'd better have a talk," she said in a low voice. "Come with me.
She pulled her hand away from him and started down the path. As they walked away she could hear a high-pitched moaning sound coming from the bushes and that sound knifed into her, making her body shake!!
As she neared her tent she suddenly began to think a little better. She looked around, making sure that no one was watching them. When she was sure that there was no one near, she stood by her tent and motioned him to enter first. She took a last look around, then followed him in.
It was dark in the little tent, but she could see the boy's outline as she fumbled in her pack-sack for a small flashlight that she had packed. Her fingers trembled as she snapped it on. It was really very small, but it managed to throw enough light for her to see the boy clearly. She saw a handsome face and close-cut brown hair and she realized that she had seen him around the school from time to time.
Jim gazed at her without speaking, she could see the excitement in his eyes and was distressed when she didn't see any worry either. He wasn't afraid of anything she might say or do!
"Jim ... I guess I have to admit that I was watching." She saw a small smile working at the corner of his lips. The boy's eyes on her were disconcerting and she lost track of what she planned to say to him. The boy nodded, his face suddenly sober and understanding.
"I ... I think that I know what you mean, Miss Denning; we'll just forget it. You won't mention it and neither will I, right?" Despite the relief that she felt, Mary was still tense. There was something more to be settled. She wasn't certain what it really was, but there was something else that had to be settled.
"Please understand, Jim ... it's embarrassing to talk about it. If you saw what I think you did ... well, you wouldn't mention it to any of the other boys, would you?" She was angry with herself as she felt the burning blush cover her face and suddenly realized how warm it was in the close little tent. The boy was startled at what she said and leaned forward earnestly, she could see he meant what he was saying.
"Oh no, Miss Denning, I'm not that sort of guy. I ... " As he talked his hand instinctively reached out and held hers. They both felt the warm charge as their flesh met. His voice faltered and he stopped all efforts to talk to her. Instead of pulling his hand away, it tightened slightly on hers and she felt him tremble.
Mary closed her eyes as a delicious chill ran up and down her spine. She made no effort to pull her hand away. It was different this time; she wasn't nearly as frightened and upset. Was it because this was just a boy and not a man? She opened her eyes and looked at him searchingly, then looked down at his hand on her wrist. As she stared at it, the hand moved up her arm slightly. The fingers seemed to be testing her flesh. She felt her body respond to his touch by trembling and her soft vagina tried to tie itself in knots!
Her glance wavered away from his and she saw the front of his jeans begin to move. Another chill attacked her as she saw the outline of his penis begin to stiffen and push out against the fabric as it struggled to stand erect.
She glanced back up and saw that the boy was no longer looking at her face, but was staring intently at the open vee of her blouse! This was wrong, it was immoral and terrible; he was just a child! She heard the prim voice in her mind recite all the things that were wrong and obscene about what she was thinking of, but the voice was no match for the need that she felt bubbling inside of her. She felt weak and unable to move, he was going to have to say something, she was too much of a coward to be the first to move!
Jim's handsome young face was intent as he spoke to her. "Miss Denning, I ... could we ... " His voice failed him again but his hand was moving steadily up her arm.
Mary felt the back of his hand brushing against the swell of her breast! The light touch was enough to make her nipple swell and stand hard under her bra!
Mary stared down at the hand and sighed softly to herself, she watched as her body swayed forward slightly and pressed the fullness of the breast against his hand! She could tell that he was looking at her in surprised hope, but she couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes.
The hardness of his hand felt so good against the soft, yielding mass of her breast that she wished that she hadn't worn a bra so that she could feel even more! The terrible loneliness welled up in her and she felt like crying! The terrible fear of being alone seeped into her and gave her a desperate sort of courage. She kept her eyes away from his as she reached up and deliberately placed his open palm against the full swell of her breast! She heard the boy gasp and felt the delicious sensation of pressure as his hand closed over the breast and squeezed it! Her mouth fell open and every thought she had about his being too young fell away in front of her yearning!
"Wow, Miss Denning, I ... " She couldn't bear to talk now, not yet! She put her finger over his mouth and shook her head. When she pulled her hand back, he remained silent. He looked so young and so handsome that a sudden tenderness welled up in her and she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips!
Jim was surprised and for a moment he didn't respond. Then she was thrilled when she felt his other arm circle her shoulders and pull her unresisting body towards him. The hand at her breast stayed where it was and squeezed even harder, sending sensations of pleasure all the way to her toes!
Mary was surprised when she felt the firm pressure of his tongue part, her lips and press against her teeth, seeking entry into her warm mouth. She hesitated a second, then let her jaw go slack and shuddered as she felt his probing tongue find the tip of her own and move about it in tiny circles. Boy or not, he knew how to kiss!!
She slipped her arm around him and hugged him as she responded to his ardent, tongue-teasing kiss. She felt her insides melt and when his hand dropped from her breast and pressed down against her belly, she only moved back slightly so that he would have more room.
When the firm fingers found the crotch of her jeans she moaned and couldn't stop the sharp thrust of her pelvis as it reached out to meet him. She was jamming more of herself against the hand! There was no fear or shame this time; all she felt was the bubbling desire that was making a terrible mess of her panties!
She started to pull back, trying to lie flat on the sleeping bag. She pulled him down with her, her thighs pulling apart so that he could press even harder at her mound. Her hand had a will of its own, it moved lightly over the front of his jeans until it found the swollen outline of his hard penis, then squeezed in on it.
"I ... I think that you'd better snap off that light," she murmured as her fingers tried to measure the length and width of the hardness that she was planning to have!