Chapter 3
When Mary stumbled back into camp, she stared fearfully around her. Could anyone see how disheveled and mussy she looked? Each time she moved she was reminded of the terrible thing she'd done! She felt the rough material of her jeans rub against the sore lips of her pussy and fought to keep the blush from her cheeks; she wasn't wearing her panties! Her soiled and sticky panties were laying back there on that ledge!
She stopped for a moment as she thought about Jim. He'd been so strong and excited as he thrust and slammed himself into her. She could still feel the quaking sensation in her belly as she remembered how he had shouted and jerked as he pumped burst after burst of cum into her writhing body! After he left her, Mary realized that she had nothing to wipe up with and had been forced to blot away the running globs of his sperm with her panties. When she was done, she had been so upset with herself that she couldn't bear to carry the evidence of her sin back with her and had left the filmy material laying beside the dent in the grass where the boy had taken her!
Mary realized how her thoughts were disturbing her and hurried to wash. She wanted to feel clean, to try and stop this horrible guilt. But the slow ooze of his semen gave her away.
The sun-heated water in the barrel felt good and Mary sighed as it soothed the ache between her tired thighs. She felt wonderful! A slow sleepy feeling of well being took her over and she was ashamed!
I should feel awful she scolded herself. Once was a mistake, but to go up there with him today was a filthy and immoral act!
She hurried away from the enclosure. Being alone bothered her. It gave her too much time to think, and she didn't want to do that!
Mary stopped near the center of the camp and stared about her. Several of the children were laying about in front of their tents. She realized that she must have missed lunch, but she wasn't concerned about food. She stared at the clean-cut kids and wondered what they would say or think if they knew what was happening around them?
There was only one thought that brought any comfort to her as she looked around the clearing; she knew that by this time tomorrow all the tents and the campers would be gone. The one hopeful thought was that this nightmare trip would be finished by tomorrow and they would all be headed home!
Mary smiled faintly as she was turning to leave, but a shout caught her attention. She turned back and saw Verna Peters striding across the clearing towards her. She watched as Verna's long, tan thighs took big strides. Verna was a teacher at her school, Mary knew her better than any of the others in camp. She rather liked Verna, they often ate lunch with each other during the school year. She was glad to see the older woman, but a serious look on her face made the blonde nervous.
"Mary? Hold up a minute, it's important!"
Mary waited for the larger woman to catch up, the look on Verna's face worried her. Verna caught up and took her by the arm. "Let's just walk over here, honey. I have something to tell you and it might be better if the kids didn't hear."
For a moment Mary felt a shudder of fear inside her. Did Verna know? The thought faded the instant the tall brunette began to speak. "Look, we just got word from the forest ranger that the creek road has been blocked by a landslide!"
Mary stared at Verna, the puzzlement clear on her pretty face.
"Don't you understand, Mary? The only road in here is the creek road! We won't be able to get the kids out tomorrow. We're going to be stuck out here for at least three more days!"
Mary stared dumbfounded at Verna. The only thing she'd be thinking of was three more days!! In three more days she'd be insane! Mary thought of three more days of trying to ignore Jim, of trying to deny her own feelings of need! She stared at Verna with stricken eyes.
The older teacher misunderstood the reasons for Mary's distress. "Don't worry, honey, we've got plenty of food. Enough for almost another week. I just told you so you can help spread the word." The dark-haired woman grinned and patted Mary's surprised bottom. "Cheer up, honey. Three days won't be the end of your life, you'll live through it no matter how dreary this all is!" Verna gave Mary a quick hug and trotted off, leaving a completely demoralized Mary behind.
As she was looking after Verna, Mary was bumped hard and she almost fell. She felt herself lose balance and started toppling over when she was caught by a pair of strong hands. Even as the hands were pulling her upright, she was aware that each hand had a firm grip on one of her breasts. She managed to look back over her shoulder and saw the smiling face of Davey Phillips!
Even when he had her back on her feet, the boy's hands lingered on her breasts for a few moments before they dropped away. "Gee, I'm sorry, Miss Denning. I wasn't looking where I was headed!" His apology and explanation didn't even begin to sound true. Even after his hands dropped away, Mary felt the excited swelling of her nipples and felt a blush of embarrassment across her skin.
"Well, sorry again, Miss Denning. Be seeing you." He flashed her another wide smile and moved around her. For another long moment Mary stood rooted to the spot, then she came to with a quick jerk. She had taken several quick steps before she was really certain where she was headed. Her feet were taking her towards the large tent it the other end of the clearing. The large tent was owned by principal John Anderson.
Mary began to feel hopeful. She'd come to know Mr. Anderson fairly well during her first term and she always felt he was a friendly and fair man. He'd never failed to treat her well before. He was a good man, he should be able to help.
She was only a few steps away from his tent when her steps began to falter. What was she going to tell the man? She certainly couldn't tell him that she was having an attack of semi-hysterical guilt because she was having intercourse with one of the kids!!
For a split second she almost turned away, but desperation drove her on. Tell him anything, just talk to him, she told herself angrily. She skidded to a stop and rapped sharply at the tent pole.
"Mr. Anderson? It's Miss Denning. I'd like to speak to you." She heard a muffled exclamation and a quick rustling in the tent. She stooped slightly as she entered.
It was dark inside the tent and it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. It wasn't until just that moment that she realized that Mr. Anderson wasn't alone in the tent! Now that she could see she found herself staring into Debbie Forest's wide-eyed gaze!! "OH ... I am sorry, Mr. Anderson, I didn't realize ... I mean I should have waited until ... " She couldn't finish either sentence. Her eyes saw how red and wet Debbie's lips were and she began to realize what she had stumbled in on! Words failed her completely as she watched the surprised girl unconsciously wipe her mouth with the back of her hand!
Several of Debbie's blouse buttons were undone and even in the darkened gloom of the tent Mary could see that the girl wore no bra! Her surprise turned into embarrassment and she started to back out of the tent. John Anderson's deep voice stopped her.
"No, don't go, Miss Denning. Debbie's about to leave. I ah ... was just telling her about the delay and asking her for help with some of the younger girls, in case they become upset about not going home tomorrow." He gave her a broad, professional smile, but she could see his tension behind it.
Taking her cue, Debbie quickly jumped up from the small camp cot and hurried out, leaving Mary and the man alone. She felt a little jangle of excitement as she stared at him. He certainly looked different in his heavy hiking clothes than he did in a suit and tie!
"Well, I'm glad you stopped by, Mary. Please, sit down." He remained seated behind a small folding desk as he pointed to the cot where Debbie had been sitting.
Mary sat down slowly. "I do apologize for bursting in like that, Mr. Anderson, I ... " He didn't let her finish.
"Oh, think nothing of it, Mary! I've been planning on talking to you anyway and, please, call me John. We may be forced into formality at school but out here Mr. Anderson sounds a little stuffy, don't you think?" Mary was impressed at how quickly he'd managed to regain his composure. She found herself mirroring his easy smile. The excited interest was still moving inside of her but she forced herself to relax and sit back a little.
Both of his hands were behind the desk and out of sight and she saw the furtive movements of his shoulders. He's closing his fly, she told herself and almost didn't hear the prim voice shouting, Stop it, stop this filthy behavior right now.
"All right ... John. I heard about the slide and I just had to talk to you about a little problem that I have." She felt foolish as she stumbled on with her lie. A small plan was forming in the back of her mind, "If we're going to stay a few more days I ... I think I'm going to need your help."
John's face suddenly took on a professional look of concern. He got up from behind his little desk and moved to sit beside her on the couch. Mary was suddenly aware of how large he was once he was close to her.
"What's the problem, dear?" he asked smoothly as he reached out and caught her hand in his. "If you were having troubles, you should have come straight to me." His strong fingers gave her hand a little squeeze. "Come on, tell John all about it."
Mary flushed and felt even more foolish as she scrambled to invent another lie. His holding her hand and sitting so close wasn't helping her concentration either. "Well ... it's nothing really ... I think that someone was trying to peek into my tent last night, one of the boys I suppose. It really ... bothered me a little and I was thinking that perhaps you could ask Verna Peters or Miss Dempsy if I could bunk in with them until we leave." She hated to lie, but she couldn't tell him the real reason why she didn't want to sleep alone!
Looking up, she saw his look of concern, but she could also see the amusement twinkling in his eyes.
He pretended to be thinking it over for a moment. "Oh, I see. Well, Mary, I don't think that would work. None of you have tents large enough for two to ... sleep comfortably, but I will tell you what I can do; I'll make it a point to be outside and watching your tent and all the others until everyone is asleep. That should take care of your ... night time admirer."
He stopped talking for a moment, his hand gently massaging Mary's. His voice went lower and became more intimate and personal. "Of course I'll make sure you aren't bothered again, Mary, but you really can't blame any of those boys for trying. I imagine you would be lovely in the nude." The bulk of his heavy shoulder brushed against her and that touch added to the uneasiness his words caused in her.
"Mr. Anderson! You have no right ... " His mocking smile stopped her indignant burst of words in mid-flight. Mary felt a blush on her cheeks and hated herself for being a foolish, juvenile bitch!
"I apologize, Mary," he said, laughing. "Really you shouldn't be so sensitive to my little jokes. Out here in the mountains we all feel a certain freedom. You should learn to relax a little more!"
She was able to watch him out of the corner of her eye and knew that he was looking down the front of her blouse. Suddenly she recalled Debbie and what the girl had apparently been doing before she burst in on them. She felt an uneasy movement deep inside of herself. Once she'd been shown a picture of a woman doing that; sucking on a man. A school friend had shown it to her and she'd felt sick and upset all day at the thought of doing a thing like that. But when she'd seen Debbie's wet lips she'd only felt a queer excitement!
She glanced sideways at the good looking man and wondered. She wasn't particularly surprised at him. There seemed to be strange, hungry vibrations running through the whole camp. That John Anderson had been caught up with Debbie didn't surprise her at all.
The pressure against her shoulder was more definite now and she could feel his growing excitement. She peeked down to his lap and felt her own pulse-rate speed up as she saw the thick outline pressing out against his hiking shorts.
"I suppose I should try and ... relax," she said quietly. She smiled faintly and pressed back against him. Her boldness shocked something inside of her and she heard the outraged gasp of her conscience. Whore! What do you want? How many pricks do you need before you're satisfied?
Mary was stung by her thoughts and she tried to stand, pulling against the hand that held her. But the principal's grip closed Ground her wrist and there was no way for her to pull free. The sudden strength of his grip took all the fight out of her and she felt herself trembling as she slumped back on the cot. She looked into his eyes and saw the sudden blaze of hunger there.
"Please," she said in a small voice, "please, you're holding me too tight." John Anderson ignored her words, but he did loosen the grip on her wrist. Instead of letting go of her, his hands moved swiftly up her arm until he had a firm grip on her soft upper arm. She winced slightly as the big man used the grip on her arm to pull her to him. She moved until she was leaning out, her whole upper torso was pressing against him, her soft breasts were being forced flat against the firm muscles of his chest. She knew she should resent this sort of treatment, but all she could feel was a curious melting sensation as she felt his warm breath against her cheek.
There was only one thing that could happen in this position and it did! She saw his face come closer, her eyes fluttered shut and she shivered slightly as his cool, firm lips covered hers. She felt her belly squirm and the warm blood flowed in between her close clenched thighs, forcing her labia to swell and part. She shuddered again as his strong tongue forced its way into her mouth.
John's free hand came up and cupped one of her full breasts. "Damn, you are stacked, girl," he muttered as the kiss ended. She couldn't answer him, the buzzing sensation of the kiss still held her breathless. His hand lifted and squeezed each breast, sending little pleasures running down her spine until they dripped into the spreading pool of desire in her wet vagina! She moaned through clenched teeth and pressed hard against him, her soft belly jerked and twisted as each new sensation hit her writhing body.
Fingers loosened her buttons, then slid behind her, making her arch her back. His fingers undid the clasp, her bra fell forward and the cool hand slipped up under her bra. Fingers slid across her smooth flesh and she gasped as her nipples grew hard under his expert touch.
She made feeble struggling movements in her attempt to free herself from his grip. That old fear was coming back, the freedom and self-confidence she'd felt with Jim was fading and was being replaced by a deep-seated, pulsing fear that grew with each touch of his hands! John held her tight and kissed her again. His broad, muscular tongue seemed to fill her mouth and she was helpless. She could almost taste his violent maleness, it went through her like a knife leaving her numb! Her muscles felt soft and powerless and that feeling of helplessness fed her unreasoning fears!
John's hand slipped down her front and easily pushed her soft thighs apart. His big hand cupped the whole of her groin and she couldn't help herself, she squealed! Her whole body recoiled and she felt her vagina grow hot as it surrendered. The growing wetness of her cunt was the beginning of the end for her; her stiff muscles collapsed and she lay limp and pliant in his arms.
John Anderson could sense her surrender and gripped her tighter. The smell and the feel of her defeat fanned the flames inside of him.
Reaching to one side, the man found a folded sleeping bag. Using one hand, he snapped it out and spread it between the cot and the desk.
"Come on, honey," he whispered in her ear as he easily lifted her. "Let's get down there where we'll have a bit of room." Strong hands lifted her, she felt like a rag-doll as he calmly placed her on her knees.
Mary whimpered as deft fingers stripped her loose blouse and bra away, she stared down to see the man's hands take a firm grip on each swollen, pointed teat and squeeze again!
"Aggghh, that hurts," she groaned as the sharp pains turned magically into waves of strange pleasure! She could feel the nearness of his hard body and was powerless to pull away. Her mind was still aware of the fear, but she couldn't force her muscles to respond!
One of his hands left a breast and slipped down and tore open the fly to her jeans. When she was undone, it only took a gentle push to topple her face down on the bag. She felt his hand tug the tight pants down her legs. Swiftly he unlaced her boots and tossed them aside. There was something so terrifying about being face down like this! She was blind as well as helpless!
There was a rustling sound and she knew he was undressing back there! She tried to roll over to talk to him, but a hand pressing in against the middle of her back pinned her where she was! She tried to protest, but her words were muffled and lost in the thick sleeping bag.
It only seemed like seconds before the rustling sounds stopped and his naked knees wedged in between hers. Before she could resist he had parted her thighs and was kneeling between them. Strong fingers dug into her, using her hipbones as hand grips, and lifted her shaking bottom up towards him. She felt the thick staff rubbing up and down between her firm buttocks and a nameless horror took her over!
"Please ... wh ... what are you doing to me?" She heard herself bleating like a sheep, she was ashamed of herself but she was too frightened to do anything else. "Please, don't ... Ohhh!"
She never finished pleading with him. At that moment, Mary felt herself lifted higher and the head of his fat organ slipped up until it plugged the dripping neck of her vagina! She moaned and tried to wiggle free from the thick tip, but all that did was help force it up into her tight channel. Each inch he gained forced a moan from her, each inch the thick head and heavy shoulders of the cock went forward reminded her that this was a man, not a boy, who was fucking her!!!
He'd pulled her up until her weight rested on her knees, but the upper half of her torso still lay face down on the bag. Her hard nipples were brushing back and forth against the rough material of the cover. She grunted as his hands forced her rounded hips into a slow, rolling movement. Each time her pelvis revolved she felt her throbbing clitoris rub across the hairy stalk of his prick. Each time it happened, it felt better, sending spasmodic jerks through her, forcing her whole body to contort and twist!
"Ohhh, God! What are you doing," she whimpered. The question was answered by a sharp bark of his laugh.
"Baby, I'm fucking the ass off of you, that's what I'm doing!"
She whimpered again and another powerful thrust sent the wedge of prick deeper, spreading and tearing at the clinging walls of her sheath.
"Ohhhh," he moaned, making sharp, rapid thrust at her unresisting body. "Ohhh, you are as tight as a virgin, baby. Aghh! You're so tight that it hurts!"
Mary's hips were twirling now. He only held on, she needed no more guidance. The little bursts of pleasure were coming faster and closer together and the sensations spurred her on and on. The tearing pain in her vagina was fading and being replaced by a sweet, full feeling that seemed to satisfy some secret woman's need inside of her!
"Oooo, Mr. Anderson," she crooned. "Oooo, I'm ... I'm cumming!!" She arched her back and slammed her shaking cheeks against his belly. She was impaling herself on the thick bar that filled her. "Aggiiiee!!"
Mary screamed thinly and writhed on the sleeping bag as her orgasm whipped and battered her nervous system! Each new wave of pleasure was fiercer and more destructive than the last! The swirling sensations tore at her and reduced her to animal groans and grunts, it had even stripped her of the ability to talk! She felt the heavy thug of his testicles against the soft, wet lips of her burning pussy and knew that she had all of him inside of her now. When the swollen tip rubbed against the hard neck of her womb it tore a deep animal scream from her!
Slowly the delicious spasms of her orgasm faded and she was even more aware of how large and long his organ was! He still gripped her by the hips as he fed the heavy stalk to her stretched opening. Each shattering stroke came faster and her head lifted in amazement as she felt her body go on responding! She could hear the prim voice of her conscience nagging at her, calling her filthy, degrading names. But each time his wet cock slid up inside of her it forced the voice further and further away until it was nothing but a vague murmur.
John's breathing was coming faster and harder. She could hear the rasping sound in his throat as he thrust and withdrew his lovely, punishing organ. "Ahhh, baby, it's so good," he grunted. One of his hands slipped up under her and a thick finger twiddled the sensitive nub of her clitoris, sending bursts of new passion through her veins. She hunched and thrust against him, waggled and rubbed her quivering cheeks around and over the slick pole of meat!
"Here it is, doll," he groaned. Mary felt the hard prick grow even harder and give a violent twitch in her sheath. John groaned loudly and thrust hard against her. The first gush of warm semen bathed her and oiled his steaming erection. He thrust again and again. The power of the blows drove her further forward until she was almost laying flat on the bag as he pounded at her from the rear.
The material of the sleeping bag had bunched up and was rubbing in against her vibrating clitoris. Mary's eyes popped open as the harsh scratching sensation lifted her over the edge and her second orgasm snarled and raged inside of her.
"It's never been like this," she chanted, "It's never been so wonderful!" She could hear her words but the bag muffled them and all that the man heard was her muffled gasps and moans. She unconsciously clamped down with the gripping muscles of her sheath as the spasms wracked her. The firm, clipping, nibbling sensation drew gasps and moans from the man as her wet pussy milked the last drops of his cum from his heavy balls!
John's weight was gone and Mary managed to roll over on her back. She lay limply, her thighs flopped wide as she stared at the man. She watched as he poured water from a canteen and wet a small hand towel. First he washed himself clean then tossed the damp towel to her.
Mary felt faintly embarrassed as she wiped at herself while he watched. The sense of intimacy was gone and they were near strangers again.
Once she was clean she handed him the towel. She wanted to dress and leave, but she was afraid to suggest that. Besides, she was so tired that she doubted she could get up, even if he let her try!
The big man gave her a smug smile and sat on the cot as he lit a cigarette, his long, flaccid penis hung down over the side of the cot and she stared at it, fascinated.
Even in its limber state, she could see how long and thick it was! The head was shrunken and a pale pink color. A single drop of his milky cum still hung from the tip and she found herself wondering what that drop would taste like!
Mary shuddered when she realized what she was thinking, but it was too late; she could imagine Debbie Forest bent over his hard organ sucking and mouthing it! She despised her filthy thoughts and her conscience was outraged, but she couldn't stop her mind from bringing up one obscene thought after another and she couldn't ignore the new tingle that was growing between her sore lips!!
It must have been the strange look on her face or the direction of her stare; whatever it was, it told the man what she was thinking! His evil grin shamed her, but she couldn't take her eyes off the limp prick hanging before her eyes!
His voice had a certain lewd laughter in it as he spoke to her. "You like him? He should be angry with you, you know. You interrupted his ... bath when you barged in like you did." She understood perfectly and tried to look away from the limp organ. If she didn't look at it she couldn't think about it. She tried, but Mr. Andersen simply pulled her chin around, forcing her to look at him again. "Poor Debbie. She almost choked when she heard you out there!" he said.
Mary was amazed at him; how could he calmly admit what he had been doing with the girl, with a student? Her thoughts were wiped away when the man reached down and pulled her up to her knees. He easily positioned her between his spread thighs. She felt her breasts rubbing against his limp penis and she knew what he'd demand of her next!
He grinned and put his cigarette out. He tilted her face upward and kissed her gently. His lips traced little lines of sensation across her face and neck. "Do you like to suck cock too, Mary?"
The blunt question took her breath away. She grew red in the face and tried to pull away, but he still held her chin. "I've been looking at those pretty red lips, baby, and I knew they'd feel so good wrapped around my pecker." He ignored her pained look. "Suck me a little, Mary."
The soft rumble of his voice in her ear was confusing; the words were vulgar and the idea was foul and perverted, but the combination made her quiver. His smooth voice droned on and turned her belly into mush!
"I ... I've never done anything like that, Mr. Anderson ... John. Please don't ask me to do that." Her voice was weak and uncertain and she knew he would hear the sound of defeat in it. He would know and she couldn't stop him if he wanted to ... !
"But, baby," he wheedled, "it's so nice and it would make me feel so good; suck me, honey!" The firm insistence in his voice frightened her. Then he calmly placed her hand on his limp penis. She felt the fear inside of her leap even higher. She realized that she was whipped. She couldn't refuse him anything!
The half-hard tube of flesh twisted between her fingers and she moaned deep in her throat as she felt it grow stiffer. It grew and turned inside the tight grip of her fist. She peeked down at the long cock and was fascinated to see the white staff come erect and watch as the thick veins popped out on the sides! Her fingers defied her command to pull away from the awful thing and were squeezing and pulling at it!
"That's the idea, baby, warm me up." As he spoke, she felt his hand pressing down at the back of her neck and she couldn't stop herself from sliding down his body until the swelling head brushed against her cheek. The drop of cum clung to her flesh and was being smeared on her by the growing motion of the growing tip.
His strong fingers massaged the back of her neck as he rubbed her face back and forth over his erection. She felt the pulpy head slip across her slack lips.
"Don't be shy, honey. Open your mouth. If you were telling me the truth, now's the best time to learn and I'm going to love teaching you." Mary heard the demand in his voice and tried to wiggle free of his tightening grip. "Don't honey, don't try to fight. OPEN YOUR MOUTH!"
Mary was shocked by the sharp order and couldn't stop her instant obedience. Her jaw was falling open before she could think and she moaned as his hips moved and thrust the swelling head of his cock against her tongue!
"Oh, John, don't. I'll be sick, I'll be ... alllluuulp!!"