Chapter 9
Ginny screamed softly as Mark tore through her maidenhead. It wasn't the pain, but the surprise, mostly, that took her breath away. Suddenly she had felt a tug and then Mark's cock was way up inside her, touching places that had never been touched before. He swelled into the dark love passage, assuaging the small hurt that had occurred, bringing new sensations as her body convulsed with the triple orgasm that his plunge had created.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked, concerned.
"A little. Not much. You feel good inside me.
"You feel good around me."
"Oh, Mark, I can't tell you how I feel. I'm coming with almost every stroke of you. It's more than I expected, more than I dreamed."
"I'm glad," he said. He pumped her more, looking down at her face. She was glowing with love, her flesh flushed, her body warm and pneumatic beneath his. He had not yet come, holding himself back, waiting for the biggest surge of her own passions. Now he fucked her with renewed energy, pounding her loins with his own, plunging his cock deep into her. She took all he had, rising to him so that he buried his shaft to the hilt in that steaming cunt. She was tight, her hole small enough to clasp his joint all the way in and out. He kissed her again and felt her body respond, her twat twitch and grasp him as he arced through her wet slit all the way to the womb's opening.
As he fucked her, she shed more of her inhibitions. Soon, she threw her legs up in the air, allowing him to penetrate still deeper. He felt her losing all control of her loins and her pussy as he stroked with all his might. He knew she was rising to a peak and he increased his speed until they were both pounding against each other like mindless galvanized creatures. She yelled as the biggest orgasm she had ever had ripped through her body. He topped her, coming in a gush, his prick buried deep within her.
She could feel the hot spurt of cum fill her. "Oh, oh, oh," she gasped, her head thrown back, her legs high in the air.
"You beautiful woman, you," he breathed, as he spurted his last into her.
She threw her arms around him and held him tight, not wanting him to leave her. But her pulsing pussy spewed him out anyway, and he left her, his cock tender and still dribbling on her pubic hairs. She looked down at him, wanting to see the amazing organ that had given her so much pleasure. She took it in her hand and squeezed it, in awe of its power, delighting in its shape. Mark loved her very much at that moment. "You're wonderful," he told her.
"So are you," she said. "Really wonderful. I can't even think. I'm so hot all over." As she held him, she felt him going soft. It made her sad. She knew, of course, that men were limp before intercourse, but she thought they stayed hard afterward. She felt cheated and wondered if that were all there was to the act of love. She wanted him again.
"It will be hard again in a few minutes," he told her, "if you play with it. Do you want to?"
"Yes," she breathed, glad to hear that it wasn't over with. "Tell me what to do."
"Just hold me a few minutes, like you are," he said. "Squeeze me."
Gingerly, she squeezed his cock. It felt like a piece of rubber, but she liked it. She thought it was fantastic the way it could be soft and harmless one minute and a source of extreme pleasure the next. She continued playing with it, rolling it over in her hands, stripping it up and down, squeezing it. It stayed soft, but her own passions continued a high level of arousal.
That was because Mark was plying her pussy with his fingers.
She was soaked from their lovemaking. Mark put his finger inside her cunt and it swam there. Finding the clit, he began to strum it. Ginny's body convulsed slightly. Tremor followed tremor as he continued his clitoral excitation. Her excitement communicated to him. As she played with his prick, it began to harden in her hand, growing as though it had a will of its own.
"You're getting hard again," she said, amazed. "I told you."
"I can't get over it. It's fantastic!"
"I'm glad you think so," he said. "That's what makes the world go around."
"I believe it," she laughed. "You're getting me all hot and bothered again. With your finger.
"I know," he said. "Do you want my cock inside you again?"
"Do I? Just try me! I didn't know it would be that good. Now I can see what everybody's been talking about."
Mark laughed. "Sex may not be everything," he said, "but it's way ahead of everything that's in second place."
"Let's not talk about it anymore," she said. "You turned me on to fucking and now I want you to fuck me again."
"Oh, I'll fuck you, all right," he said. "Just get ready." He took his hand away from her cunt and hovered over her naked body. He looked down at all that young flesh and thought once again how fortunate he was. She spread her legs and he lowered his boom to her bum. He stabbed her slit with it and felt her jump from the touch. He buried his cock in her inundated pussy and began fucking her, slow and deep, while she stifled the screams that struggled in her throat.
She was tender inside, but she was even more hot this time than the first. Her whole cunt seemed to be clasping and unclasping his cock as it moved in and out of her. He was aware of gentle valleys of pink flesh, the thatch between her legs, the clasping arms, her finely veined neck and cobalt eyes that sucked him downward into a world of tender throbbing ecstasy.
She began climaxing again as he rode her. He held her tightly each time she bucked. Finally, he felt the stirrings of his seeds once more. "I'm coming," he told her.
Ginny sobbed with ecstasy. She wanted him to come again. She wanted to know that she had made her man happy. She held him tightly and felt his body shudder. Her cunt contracted and gripping him, squeezing his juices out.
"Oooooh," he moaned.
"You make me so happy," she said.
"Ginny ... Ginny ... I...." he didn't know what to say anymore. He was too overcome with the experience to try and put it into words. He looked at her a long time, then rolled to his side and looked at her some more. After a while he noticed the tears trickling down her cheek. "Are you sorry we made love?" he asked, not understanding.
"No," she said. "I'm just so very happy. I know that I'm a woman for the first time. It's never happened to me before."
He took her in his arms and held her for several moments. The sun was moving down the long sky before they dressed and got up from their spot. The glade began to chill and take on shadows before they could bring themselves to leave. They walked, then, sadly, reluctantly, back toward camp, hand in hand, in silence.
Belle Stern peered from her cabin. Seeing Ginny come back into camp alone didn't fool her one bit. She could see that the girl had had quite a time. Her hair, though she had tried to fix it, was still disheveled, and her blouse was wrinkled. Belle thought that she walked funny, too, and her imagination filled in the rest. When, a few moments later, Mark came to camp from a different direction, she felt her suspicions confirmed.
"That little bitch gets around," she muttered to herself, her eyes burning with jealousy. At the same time, Belle felt a strong desire for the beautiful girl. While she didn't know all that was going on in her camp, she did know that Ginny had something that drew others to her, and it was primarily a strong sexual aura. Besides that, though, she was, or gave the impression of being, a comparative innocent. It was this quality which had first struck her. Having seen Andrea ball Ginny, she had been consumed with desire for the girl herself. Now, she suspected, Mark had taken-away the last of her innocence, but her appeal had increased.
"Well," mused Belle, "one more won't make much difference to her now." Lt was then that she began making serious plans of her own for enjoying Ginny's body. Visions of the young girl in her bedroom began to fill her mind. She would, she told herself, have to cool it. She couldn't risk a scandal. At the same time, she wanted her so much that she could barely stand it. It wasn't fair for Ginny to have so much fun at her camp without getting some of it for herself. She decided that she would have Ginny at a time when everyone was busy and wouldn't notice so much. That would be during the group sing next Thursday night. She would have Ginny in for a chat that afternoon and invite her over before going to the council circle. They would be a little late, of course. She would see to it!
Andrea came back that Sunday night burning with elation. She couldn't wait to tell Ginny all about her weekend. But she was surprised to see how her girl friend looked when she came in to the cabin. Mary was not there and Andrea had gotten back early.
"Well, what happened to you?" asked Andrea when she took a good look at Ginny. "You look as though you've been through the wringer."
"I don't want to talk about it," said Ginny.
"A secret? Or something bad?"
"A secret. Something good." Ginny didn't want to spoil her mood. She was still in a state of rapture. Before they had separated to come back into camp, Mark had squeezed her hand and said that he wanted to take her into town next weekend. Her heart had soared up into her throat at the invitation. It was very hard to let his hand go and to walk back into camp without him. Now she just wanted to sort out the tumultuous thoughts that crowded her memory and her mind. It was good to see Andrea again, but she didn't want to tell her what had happened. Not yet, anyway.
"Okay," said Andrea, "but what I did is no secret but it was very, very good." She proceeded to tell Ginny the whole story of her weekend. Ginny listened, but she could hardly believe her ears. Talk of Jack and Dave just wasn't real to her. " ... so they want us to come over next Saturday and have a ball," Andrea finished. "How about it?"
"Not me," said Ginny, her voice far away. "I have other plans."
"But we'll get laid all weekend, Gin, don't you see? You'll have an absolute ball."
Angry, Ginny got up from the cot where she'd been sitting. "No," she said. "And I don't want to hear anymore about it. Fuck those dudes all you want, but leave me out of it!"
"Okay, Miss Priss," said Andrea haughtily. "Go fuck yourself! We don't need a party pooper like you around." But she was disappointed because she had so looked forward to bringing Ginny to the boys' cabin. Now, she thought wryly, she'd have to recruit another chick. That wouldn't be easy in a square camp like this, she reasoned. Well, fuck it anyway, she'd do some thing. She couldn't let the boys down.
Mark was pleased to receive a letter forwarded to him on Monday. It was from Reynolds Industries and, from its tone, he felt sure of getting on there. Now, he wouldn't need to use Ginny's influence, but he knew she would be proud of him. He didn't tell her about it, though, because he wanted it to be a surprise on the weekend. It would give them something to talk about and help them make plans. He knew now that Ginny wasn't just another piece of ass, a casual fuck that he would forget about at the end of summer. Ginny was his future and he meant to tell her on Saturday.
It was almost impossible for them to talk alone at camp and they didn't try to because of the numbers of people who would have interfered. Instead, they looked at each other at mealtimes and when they were gathered at the lodge. These looks were noticed by Belle Stern, who was like a radar installation, but Andrea was too wrapped up in her own scene to pick up on the vibes. She had found a horny chick named Gale Patterson who looked like she would be Ginny's replacement next Saturday. She was no raving beauty, but she liked to fuck and Andrea had no trouble convincing her that Dave and Jack and their buddy Tom were the greatest studs since Casanova. She still wasn't talking much to Ginny, not because of still being angry, but because Ginny seemed lost in a world of her own. Mary was acting funny too. She had become quiet at night, although she was still her ebullient self singing and playing her guitar at the campfires every evening.
Thursday came and everyone was looking forward to the giant outdoor barbecue and bonfire. The whole camp would turn out for that and spirits were high. When Ginny was called to the office that afternoon, she felt a moment of fear. She was sure that it had to do with Mark and her going off to the woods last Sunday. She wished he were with her as she walked up to Belle Stern's office. Her heart was in her throat and pounding wildly. She went in and saw that Belle was alone.
"Well, my dear, sit down, won't you," Belle commanded. "There. Now. How do you like our summer camp?"
"Oh, I like it, fine, Mrs. Stern," she said.
"Call me Belle. We're informal here."
Ginny was petrified. She had met Belle Stern but had never talked to her face to face alone before.
"Yes, Belle," said Ginny finally. "Are you looking forward to the cookout and campfire tonight?" Ginny nodded.
"Well, I'd like you to come here first, Ginny," said Belle, her eyes fixing on Ginny's like a hawk's. "Say nothing to anyone else, just separate yourself from any individual and group and come in the back door."
"But why?" Ginny asked. "I don't understand."
"Just be here," said Belle. "Or would you like everyone to know what you've been doing here at camp? With Andrea? With Marie Grant, my counselor?"
Ginny's heart sank. She couldn't find her voice for a few seconds. "Oh, no," she husked. "What are you going to do?" Belle smiled patiently. "Nothing, if you cooperate. I just want to see you before the soiree tonight. Don't worry. You won't be punished. I think you might even enjoy our little, ah, talk. You let Mary and Andrea go on ahead and you come in the back door. Hear?"
Ginny nodded, numb and afraid. She didn't know what Belle Stern could talk about then that she couldn't now, but she was worried. She wanted to tell Mark or Andrea. Mary, maybe. But she knew she wouldn't. Belle had the power to hurt her and everyone else she'd been involved with and she knew she'd do what she had asked. It was probably nothing, anyway. Just a lecture. She left the office and by the time she'd returned to her activity class, she felt much better. Even if Belle knew those things, she wouldn't say anything. It might give the camp a bad name.
Ginny made an excuse not to accompany Mary and Andrea to the outdoor fest that evening. "Go on, I'll see you there after a while," she said.
Mary gave her a look, but Andrea thought that Ginny was just a slow poke. "See you later," Andrea said.
"Yeah," said Ginny, relieved that she had gotten through the first part of her assignment without any trouble. She picked her way to Belle's cabin by skirting the camp. She could hear the happy high-pitched voices going to the bonfire area. She hoped Belle wouldn't keep her long. She wanted to see Mark, even if it was only from far away. She found the back door to Belle's cabin and knocked quietly. The door opened. Belle stood there and Ginny felt the hackles rise on the back of her neck.
"Come in, Ginny," Belle said. She was wearing a thin diaphanous negligee and Ginny knew right away that this was no lecture. Belle led her to the bedroom. "We haven't much time, my dear, so I'd appreciate it if you would remove your clothes as quickly as possible."
"I don't want to," said Ginny, angry.
"Then I'll have to write a long letter to your parents," said Belle. "Let's not play games. I want that hot little body of yours and if you know what's good for you, you'll stop acting like some novitiate in a nunnery."
Ginny saw the reasoning behind Belle's words. It was blackmail and she wanted no part of it, but she realized that Belle would cause her parents to suffer. It wasn't herself she was thinking about, but her mother and father. They wouldn't understand and it would hurt them deeply if Belle told her side of the story. Reluctantly, Ginny undressed, throwing her jeans down, slipping out of her camp T-shirt and tennis shoes, short socks. When she was nude, she turned to look at Belle. Belle still had her negligee on but there was something under it. Ginny couldn't see very well in the darkness, but it didn't make any difference. Belle was at her throat in an instant, burning it with light hungry kisses. Her breathing was very heavy. She seemed to be half out of her mind with lust. She pushed Ginny down on the bed and swarmed over her like a tigress. Her mouth seemed to be everywhere. Ginny could scarcely catch her breath. Belle was relentless in her foreplay activity. She kissed the girl on the lips, the throat, the ears, breasts, tummy and down between her legs.
Soon, despite her trepidations, Ginny found herself highly aroused. Her cunt began to twitch inside, juicing itself up for penetration. Still, Belle hadn't put either her finger or tongue inside and Ginny began to wonder when she would do so.
When Belle felt that Ginny was sufficiently aroused, she climbed atop her, throwing her negligee open. "Spread your legs, honey," Belle commanded in a hoarse voice.
Ginny did and wondered if Belle were going to rub her as Mary and Andrea had. She jumped when she felt something big and hard enter her. Her eyes shot wide open and she looked up at Belle, who was pumping up and down on her lap, shoving a giant member into Ginny's cunt! It felt like a prick! "What's that?" Ginny asked, incredulous.
"A dildo," Belle smiled. "Enjoy it?"
"I don't know. I never heard of such a thing." Then she remembered the vibrator that Mary had used. But that was small. This felt just like a huge cock and Belle was using it like one. Ginny felt around Belle's hips until she encountered the straps. She followed them to the woman's crotch and part of the mystery was explained. It was a fake cock, she reasoned, that a woman could strap on. But where was, the feeling for Belle?
Belle could have told her. It was in Ginny's own reactions as the dildo slid in and out of her wet cunt, tingling the clitoris, exciting the vagina. She felt Ginny's body relax and take up the rhythm of sexual intercourse. Also, Belle felt more like a man, atop the girl, fucking her with the dildo. She could see Ginny's eyes roll as she tossed from side to side, climaxing every few seconds as Belle drove in hard.
When Ginny was at the crest of one of her orgasms, Belle reached down and touched a small button. The dildo gushed hot cream up into Ginny's cunt and surprised her. Belle laughed quietly at the girl's reaction. She loved to use that device, especially on young women who didn't know anything about them. It gave her pleasure in more ways than one.
"I don't know what you did, or how you did it," said Ginny, "but it felt funny."
"I just came," Belle said, teasing. Then she unstrapped the dildo and tossed it away. "We won't need this anymore, love. Your little pussy's so hot now I could touch it with a powder puff and you'd come." Belle began rubbing her big wide open cunt against Ginny's.
Clit to clit, they rocked together, vibrant spasms shooting through both their vaginas. Despite herself, Ginny found that she enjoyed Belle's technique very much. It was less tender than Mary's, more aggressive than Andrea's yet brought back memories of both women to her.
After rubbing her a while, Belle changed positions, sixty-nining as though she had learned her love techniques by rote. Sixty-nine was step three in her repertoire and she expected Ginny to follow unhesitatingly. Ginny felt her loins go cold, then hot, as Belle buried her face between her legs. The tongue seemed as long as a cock and just as hard. It probed and slithered in her cunt like a snake. With Belle's box smothering her, Ginny began to perform cunnilingus herself so that she wouldn't suffocate. She held onto Belle's hips and pushed her up and down as her own tongue penetrated the large steaming cunt of the older woman.
Multiple orgasms, though not simultaneous, rocked them both. Belle seemed insatiable and Ginny tried hard to keep up. Finally, she told Belle that she could do no more. Her jaws ached and her tongue had lost all of its power. Belle climbed off of her and began playing with her titties.
"You were good, Ginny, very good," she said, matter of factly. "I do hope we can meet again before you leave camp. I enjoyed your stimulating company immensely. Better get dressed and go to the meeting, now. I'll be along soon."
Gratefully, Ginny arose and put on her clothes while Belle smoked a cigarette. "I'd not mention this to anyone if I were you," Belle warned. "It would be less understandable than the rest of your behavior here."
"Don't worry," Ginny said, controlling her anger. "I wouldn't want to mention this to anyone."
"There's no need to be insulting. You enjoyed getting your little cunt licked as much as I did. You can't deny that. You got your cookies off."
"I don't want to talk about it. May I leave now?"
"Sure, Ginny. Think about me, won't you? I'm not that bad. I just don't have the time to be subtle. When I see something I want, I get it. That's how I got where I am. Now run along."
Just as Ginny got to the back door, she knew something was wrong. Behind her, at the front door, she heard a commotion. She went to see what it was, Belle alongside, still wearing her negligee. The door burst open and Mark Grant stood there, staring at the two women.
"Mark...." Ginny tried to say. His glance withered her.
Belle smirked.
"I wondered where you were, Ginny. I was worried, so I thought I'd ask Belle if we should look for you. I see it wasn't necessary."
"It isn't what you think, Mark," Ginny said.
"Oh, yes it is!" mocked Belle. "Now get out, both of you."
"I see," said Mark. "I guess I was wrong about you, Miss Reynolds. Pardon my intrusion."
He was gone, then, and Ginny stood bewildered for a second or two. Then she ran after her lover, calling to him in the dark.
Behind her, in the doorway, Belle watched.
Then her laughter rolled out over the campground, ringing in the empty woods like a horseshoe game. Ginny sobbed as she ran after Mark.