Chapter 10
He didn't think the chief was lying. There was no reason to. There are good jobs and lousy jobs in a kitchen and the one you get assigned depended on your rapport with the chief and how badly he needed your services. On a one-to-ten scale the galley slaves-the poor bastards who clean the pots and scoured the floors-were at the bottom. They were paid next to nothing and came and went during the summer with the punctuality of a quartz crystal watch.
Because they were dispensable and easily replaced, the four, rough looking lads with the Latin accents had no reason to lie about the young "puta" who liked having a go with the boys. Maybe an exaggeration, thought Jay, as he walked by from the kitchen, but not a lie. The chief had fired the boys for spending too much time away from their duties.
After giving them the ax, they told him the reason for their lateness.
Jay dragged a cigarette from his pack and flamed it with his lighter. The "puta" had been fucking all of them. When pressed for details they described her: short, plump, breasts and hips just begging to take shape. She was young, they said, but she knew what to do. And not just one at a time, which perhaps their feeble minds could understand. Not this girl, this "loco" wanted all or nothing. She would fuck one now and then later fuck another one. All the boys had to be in the same room, stripped and ready to go. The chief fired them all, but he was more than a bit reluctant. "It is not their fault," he said with a sigh. "It was like this little whore wanted to get caught. Four men at a time." He raised his arms in a gesture of despair. "What has happened to today's youth," he wailed in a mocking voice. "You know, it is almost like she wanted to get caught. An affair is one thing, but when you start gang banging the galley slaves ... well, that's the best way in the world to start rumors going around. Everybody wants a piece of the action."
Jay was tempted to ask if everybody included the chief, but decided against it.
"Yeah, and Rico, the oldest boy, says this girl even has a name," continued the fat chief, "Jennie.
Imagine that will you. Fucking little cunt is just asking for it."
Giving out her name was icing on the cake. It was still early in the afternoon. The morning activity classes were finished and the camp grounds were still while the kids dozed through their enforced one hour nap. He walked down the pathway to the pier where the sailboat was anchored. It was important that he have a talk with Jennie immediately. If the rumors had reached the headmaster there wasn't much he could do. She would be bounced faster than a tennis ball off a Jimmy Connor's backhand. Camp Mohawk was short on everything from campers to money. But the one thing it didn't need was a scandal. So unless he did something quick, the girl would be forced out. And then her sister would follow.
Thinking of Jackie set off a nerve somewhere in the back of his brain. His cock stiffened in his tennis shorts. Christ what that girl could do for a man, he thought. Since breaking in her ass hole, she had turned animal on him. No wham-bam-thank-you, ma'am. Jackie felt unsatisfied unless she stretched out their sexing to several orgasms.
The girl was a real hellcat all right, and she had serviced his cock in so many glorious, exciting ways, that to break off their relationship now .brought tears to his eyes. Without her he'd go stark raving crazy in this backwash camp ground.
The bugle sounded over the public address system as he rounded the craft center building and trudged the few remaining yards down to the lake. He was supposed to take the 18-footer, catamaran out for a shake down sail in preparation for the upcoming races.
Normally, he made these cruises along, but when he got down to the pier he decided to take company along. A camper was sitting down on the pier waiting for him.
"Hi, Jay," said Jennie. She wore cut off Levi's and a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt.
"Going for a sail?" she asked. "Mind if I come along."
Jay decided to break the vow he had made to himself never to take passengers along when testing the sailboat. But this time he did.
"Sure," he said. "But you'll have to be very still and do exactly what I tell you."
Jennie hopped aboard while Jay made all the final preparations for the outing. A stiff wind blew from the North and there was no trouble tacking out to the far rim of the lake. The bow churned through the water and w thin several minutes, the boat was around the bend and out of sight from the camp grounds.
Jay for a moment lost himself in the maneuverings of the ship. He held the sheet line steady while leaning hard on the gunnels so his weight would offset the wind's strength. The mast groaned under the tension, but the wire stanchions held firm and after several "come abouts" Jay was satisfied with the boat's performance.
He turned to the young sister of the woman he loved so deeply and told her about all the nasty rumors he'd heard coming out of the kitchen.
"That doesn't sound like you," Jay said, knowing full well that actually it sounded very much like her. "You're still a young girl growing up and ... well, sometimes things can happen."
"I've been a bad girl," she said in a small voice.
Jay smiled. She was responding to him, which meant there was a chance. He looked straight ahead into the graceful curve of the white sail. "I know you are very mature for your age, Jennie. But you must start acting like the other girls and enjoy camp and not get hung up fucking the counselors, or the kitchen help."
Christ, what a way to instill a moral code in a girl, he thought. Telling her not to fuck all the horny studs, Jesus, there must be a better way of telling her.
"They promised not to tell," she explained. "We used to sneak into the bakery room and I'd get up on the table and drop my pants and they'd line up and ... "
"Stop talking that way," he snapped. The pulleys whined and the mainline almost came out of his grasp. "You have a dirty mouth for a girl so young."
"Fuck you," she retorted. Tm just explaining how I fucked all these greasers and you won't listen. Well maybe this will bring you around."
Jennie made her move. The boat was hiked way over on its side, riding an even, steady wind and Jay was stretched out along the gunnels holding tight to the main mast line. He would have to ride the wind out or let loose of the line, a move which could snap the boom mast and ruin the boat. She pulled at the front of his pants, grabbing greedily for his cock.
"Jennie!"
There was an odd mixture of fear and surprise in his voice, but she paid no attention as the material came unfastened in her hands and his cock was exposed.
His penis looked like a great hairy eel sleeping on his crotch. But Jennie knew how to make his mammoth glans come alive. She grabbed the shaft and tickled the baggy skin that ran from the wrinkled nut sack to the ugly cock face. She felt his excited blood being pumped through the his veins and she jerked the fast hardening shaft as it grew out slowly from the center of his crotch.
"Don't do it-Jennie!! " he screamed.
But she did. Flogging his dick until it was nice and hard, Jennie slipped her lips over the wedge-shaped face. Her heart pounded as if she had run a mile. The excitement showed in the girl's rosy cheeks and in her trembling lips. She continued this way for several seconds, rubbing and licking his tool. "See how big and hard you are, Jay," she shouted. "I can make you just as firm and big as my sister can." Eagerly she raked her teeth along the silky sskin and rubbed his giant balls between her fingers.
Jennie was happy as she could be. She had his glans in her mouth and her fingers around his precious nuts and the smell of sex was all around her.
He lay back literally helpless to stop her from jerking his cock. One false move and the whole boat went over and Jennie knew this. She also knew that the heat rash spreading across her clam shaped cunt was no accident. Un-like those galley slaves, whose ugly, half erect dicks had done little to stimulate her sex, Jay's cock was big and ready.
Tm going to eat you, Jay," she announced, waving his male club up at him. Thick, hard cock. Yumm-mm!"
Jay was startled by the girl's recklessness. He was also wildly happy with the way her tongue darted in and out, lapping up his cock's juiciness. She covered him with spit and sucked on the wedged shaped prick face and yanked on his nuts until there was little he could do but obey his body's normal responses.
"You naughty devil," he said. "Here's just what the doctor ordered."
A thin stream of semen spurted out his cock and into the girl's lapping mouth. She grinned with delight as her lips snuggled against his prick and sucked out his juice. His sperm stream was thick as mushroom soup and she found herself gulping the fluid down as it rapidly filled her face.
"Wow! You're a hot little devil," he snickered. The wind died down and he pulled in the sheet line. He was standing inside the tiny cock pit, his dripping dick hanging down to the floor. Jennie watched his reaction. On her cheeks were streaks of his seed and absently she whipped it off with the back of her hand.
"You planned this out, didn't you, Jennie?" he said. The little girl nodded in reply and he was tempted to backhand her across the mouth.
What have you done! He was raging mad inside, not to mention just a little scared. She was young enough to get him in real trouble. If the authorities got wind of this, he might go to jail. Your ass would really be in a sling then! all because he wanted to straighten the little bitch out so she could stay in camp and he could continue his suck-fucking games with her older sister.
His eyes hardened into narrow slits. His brow furrowed with even concentration and his lips pursed. It was a look designed to strike fear in the observer, an expression of cold, calculating menace which stated: Tm one mean son-of-a-bitch." He had practiced the hard stare in the mirror and worked it into a useful social tool. He had won fights with the stare, forcing men bigger and stronger than he was to back down. It gave Jay a decisive edge over others. Jay focused on the little girl in front of him.
"Quit making faces," she said. "You don't scare me a bit. I know very well what you and sis are doing in the infirmary because I watched you."
Jay felt a queasy sensation in his abdomen as if his guts had been flushed out his ass-hole.
"You get around," he said weakly. "W-what exactly did you see."
"What are these Mickey Mouse games," she snapped. "I didn't come out here to flirt around. I got on this boat to ... ."
Jay groaned realizing the mistake he had made.
Any girl willing to fuck four greasers from the back kitchen was no child. She might be crazy, or psychotic or something other than normal, but she was an adult.
Jennie was barely fourteen, but she had the craving desires and the determination and drive of her sister. He had brought her out on the boat thinking it would be a good way to drive some sense into her crazy, mixed up head and instead she was the one making the moves and calling the shots.
"We'll cut the bullshit," he said, desperately trying to regain his composure. "What is it that you want from me?"
Jennie felt the hot glow of success. He was dealing on her terms now; she had brought him down to her level. She grinned wickedly as he tried regaining his lost confidence. Men, she thought, they're all the same. She pranced forward and before his startled eyes produced a tiny bottle of vaseline from her pocket.
"I want everything you gave to sis," she said. "And I mean everything."
Then she unzipped her shorts and let them fall down to the deck.