Chapter 6
"Nalley County School District-Student Grade and Deportment File-Grade 10.
Student: Vincent Moretti
Age: Sixteen.
Deportment: D-
Comments: Vincent's deportment is deplorable. He is unable to restrain himself from laughing and talking while class is in session. Several times I have singled out Vincent and scolded him in front of the class. Vincent seems oblivious to these measures. He laughs at me and calls me filthy names ... "
"Oh shit," Bill Mitchell muttered. He tossed the file carelessly on the desk and folded it quickly. Then he folded his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair, staring wistfully at the roof of his tent. It was now almost ten o'clock, and for the past three hours he had been dutifully scouring through his files, looking for some clue into Moretti's behavior. His suggestions to Sharon that morning had failed. When she had tried to reward him Moretti had only called her a "tricky asshole" and walked away, jeering at her. Ordinarily Bill would never have bothered with this type; no, he would have shipped the snot-nose bastard home on the next bus out, and he certainly wouldn't have wasted his free hours in the evening trying to figure out a solution to his behavior. But this was different. Moretti was Sharon's student, and Bill Mitchell knew that if he tamed him he would succeed in impressing her. He would do anything to impress her.
Actually, he would do anything for her, period. Bill sighed and fidgeted in his chair, looking through the opening of his tent at the stars that twinkled in the jet black sky. Ordinarily he would have been oblivious to such a sight, but now every natural scene seemed to strike a chord deep inside him, making him ache for something he couldn't even define. It was Sharon, Bill thought, nodding his head for emphasis; it couldn't be anyone else. Already he was showing every sign of a man in love, and perhaps he already was. He knew that he could have picked a worse woman to fall in love with.
They had had sex that afternoon a total of four times. After their first copulation they had rested awhile, lying naked next to each other on the cot and talking quietly. It had turned out that they had a lot in common besides being widowed, and gradually Bill had felt a closeness growing between them. Then Sharon had stroked his flaccid penis, and when it stiffened they made love a second time. Then a third, and then a fourth, and now Bill could hardly get sex out of his mind. Sharon's body was almost unbelievably voluptuous. Even after seeing her naked for hours on end he had never stopped marveling at it, and several times he had bashfully requested just to look at her—her large milk white breasts, the firm taper of her slender waist, her exquisitely proportioned thighs and the tight, hair fringed pussy that had already milked so much seminal fluid out of his aching, spurting prick. And she had complied every time. She had been just as eager for sex as Bill had been, and her enthusiasm had only served to excite him still further. In retrospect it was still a little amazing to Bill that a forty year old man could be capable of having sex four times in a single afternoon. But with Sharon that was certainly possible. With Sharon he could have sex eight, nine, ten times, even when he was ninety.
"Jesus," Bill muttered. He sighed longingly and squeezed the bulge of his hardening cock through his slacks. It was only too bad, he thought, that Sharon couldn't come to his tent tonight. He'd wanted her to, and she'd wanted to as well, but after a brief discussion she'd finally refused. It was just too suspicious. She'd already spent the whole day there, and people might start talking if she returned the same night. They would both have to wait until tomorrow. The only trouble was, Bill thought miserably, that he could hardly wait that long. In less than twelve hours he had become hopelessly entranced with every part of Sharon Phillips, and especially her body. He knew she was right, but he didn't want to wait; he wanted to fuck her right now.
"Jesus," Bill repeated. He squinted his eyes and peered around the corners of the tent, looking for signs of life in the camp outside. Then he slowly pushed his chair away from the desk. He slid forward on the chair until his buttocks were perched on its edge, almost lying on its hard wood surface. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out the aching shaft of his swollen erection. His cock was now completely hard. The thick, blue veined trunk was almost painfully gorged with blood, and the mushroom shaped head was so bulbous and purplish that it looked as if it had been stung by a bee. Bill looked at his penis and chuckled drily; he hadn't been troubled by unwanted erections since he'd been a teenager, but that was all before screwing Sharon Phillips. Then he closed his fist around the trunk of his bloated organ and quickly, furtively, began to masturbate, sighing as he felt his turgid prick swell and throb in his hand. He couldn't help it, he thought vaguely, grunting animalishly as he felt his testicles tighten on the underside of his dick. Sharon had excited him so much, and he wouldn't be able to have her again until tomorrow, and he just couldn't wait that long. Her breasts, her thighs, the sucking warmth of her pussy: just thinking about her got him more excited than he could stand.
"Oh my," a soft, lilting female voice said in front of him.
Bill shuddered and masturbated faster and faster, assuming the voice was in his imagination. Then he heard the same voice giggle lasciviously, and he quickly opened his eyes. His jaw dropped open in shock, and he removed his hand from his erection and made a hopeless attempt to cover it with his hands.
Standing in front of him was a very young, very pretty girl of about sixteen. Bill noticed something familiar in her face, and then remembered that she was Sharon's daughter Julie. Julie was wearing a man's bathrobe tied around the waist by a short sash. Her innocent blue eyes were very wide, and as she stared openly at Bill's throbbing erection she held her fingers girlishly over her mouth. She did not look at all displeased by the sight. Rather she looked positively overjoyed, like a child surprised by an unexpected Christmas gift.
"Oh God, Mr. Mitchell!" Julie exclaimed. She dropped her hands and giggled delightedly. "I didn't know ... oh I'm so sorry! You were masturbating!"
"I ... I was not!" Bill replied with absurd indignation. He looked at Julie as sternly as he could and reached for his pants. But it was hopeless; they were knotted around his ankles, and it would have taken him almost a minute to untangle them before pulling them up. Flushing, he sat straight in the chair and tried to look as dignified as he could. "What do you think you're doing in here?" he said icily.
"Well I don't know, Mr. Mitchell," Julie replied. She giggled and walked slowly forward, making her lithe teenage hips sway provocatively. "Gosh, it sure looked like you were masturbating. I mean, sitting there with your pants down and all, and your dick so big and hard and stiff. You've got a really, really big cock, Mr. Mitchell. I mean, I had no idea!"
"What?!?!" Bill said. He blinked his eyes and shook his head, trying to figure out what was going on: was this imagination or what? Then he looked back at Julie. She was now standing directly next to his chair. Her lips were moist, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were staring directly at the tumescent shaft of his meaty erection.
"What ... what do you think you're doing?" Bill said helplessly. He shook his head again, a little harder this time, and stared at Julie wonderingly. "This is my tent! What do you want?"
"I don't mind that you were masturbating, Mr. Mitchell," Julie purred seductively. "I mean, it's understandable. I guess my mother really must have turned you on from all that fucking you did this afternoon ... "
"WHAT?!?!" Bill cried. He gasped, and a cold shudder of fear ran violently up his spine. "How do you know about ... what are you talking about?" he said confusedly, blushing with embarrassment. "What in the world do you think you're doing in my tent!!!"
"It doesn't matter, Mr. Mitchell," Julie answered quietly. She smiled and lovingly reached out to stroke the camp director's forehead. "And I really didn't mean to interrupt you from what you were doing. Why don't you go ahead and masturbate some more. I really like to watch when men jack off, especially if they've got really big pricks like you do. Here: maybe I should give you a little help ... "
"What?!" Mitchell exclaimed, unable to think of anything else to say. Then Julie undid the sash and drew the front of her bathrobe open. Immediately Bill's words caught in his throat. His throat thickened, his eyes watered, and he suddenly realized that his blood engorged member was throbbing more painfully than ever before.
Under the bathrobe Julie was absolutely naked. Her breasts were fairly large, firm and perfectly formed; the round globes stood out from her delicate sixteen year old body with mouthwatering tautness, milk white and capped by half dollar sized pink nipples that were stiffly distended with her arousal. Her waist was incredibly small, almost tiny, and it tapered easily into a set of lithe girlish hips and shapely thighs. But what caught Bill Mitchell's attention, what made him forget momentarily about everything else and what made his organ bloat and swell with desire, was Julie's pussy. Julie had the most luscious pussy he had ever seen. The fleecy brown curls of her pubic vee looked as soft and delicate as cotton candy; at the juncture of her thighs he could see the pouting lips of her moist pussy, swollen and pink with the juices of her womanly excitement. Her vagina looked extremely small, and as Bill tried to imagine ramming his thick erection into its clinging wetness his cock began to throb that much harder.
"Do you like my body, Mr. Mitchell?" Julie purred shamelessly. She stood with her hands on her slender hips, holding her bathrobe open and giggling expectantly. Then she reached out and wrapped her fingers around Bill's wrist. "Here," she said, drawing his hand towards her cunt. "Why don't you touch it. I'll bet that would really help you masturbate a lot, wouldn't it?"
"No," Bill said. He shook his head and made a vague effort to draw back in the chair. "Nooo ... " But it was already too late. Before he understood what had happened Julie guided his hand to her cunt. He felt his index finger touch the outer lips of her labia, and then the clinging moistness of her vaginal sheath slide over the first inch of his finger as she drew his hand closer to her body. Then all the resistance and confusion seemed to pass out of him at once. He knew that he was about to fuck a sixteen year old girl, and that he could not allow that to happen. He also knew that the sixteen year old girl was Sharon's daughter, and if she ever found out about it their affair would be over; she might even press criminal charges. But abruptly Bill found he didn't care. All he knew was that he could smell Julie's wet pussy from a mile away, and the pungent aroma was incredibly tantalizing. As he looked at her mouth-watering young body his cock throbbed as stiff as it could get, and his bloated testicles ached with their load of semen. He didn't care that she was underage, or that he didn't understand what she was doing in the tent. All he knew was that he had to fuck her. Evidently he wouldn't have to wait until tomorrow after all.
"Jesus," Bill muttered. He leaned forward and turned his chair so that he was directly facing the nubile teenager's naked body. Then he stiffened his index finger and slid it slowly into the clinging dampness of Julie's cunt.
"Oh Mr. Mitchell," Julie sighed. Her eyelids fluttered salaciously, and a lurid smile of sexual pleasure crept over her face. "Oh that really feels good, lover. Unhhhhh!" Whimpering, she removed her hand from Bill's wrist and arched her back forward, thrusting her gurgling cuntal slit into his finger. "Do it harder," she said softly. "Oh God yes yesss, that really feels soo goood!"
"I can't believe this is happening," Bill muttered. "Jesus. I just can't believe it ... "
Then he felt Julie's hands rest lightly on his shoulders. He shuddered at her touch and leaned farther forward, sliding his finger rhythmically in and out of her moist pussy. Her cunt seemed to be getting wetter and wetter by the moment. With every thrust of his finger he could feel the pink walls of her vagina clinging obscenely to it, sucking at it as if to draw it all the way into her belly. The pungent aroma of her juices was so strong that he could hardly breath through it. She was obviously an incredibly horny young girl, eager and ripe for copulation, and the realization that it was he who was making her that way made Bill's prick throb painfully. Groaning, he put his free hand on the peach like cheeks of Julie's buttocks and drew her body into him. Then he inserted a second finger into the damp warmth of her vagina, finger-fucking her very hard.
"Awwwwwwww!" Julie whimpered. "Oh Mr. Mitchell oh oh oh unhhhhhhhhh ... " Her nostrils flared animalishly, and she dug her fingers sharply into his shoulders. "Do it harder lover, awww awww unhhhhhh! Harder harder, oh God do it as hard as you can!"
That was more than Bill could take. Suddenly it was as if his conscience had abandoned him entirely, and everything he did from now on was out of his control. He withdrew his fingers from Julie's pussy and rose out of the chair. Then he removed his clothes, practically tearing them from his body in his haste to bury his throbbing prick in Julie's cunt and fuck her as hard as he could.
"Oh God," Julie sighed. She opened her eyes, and when she saw what Bill was doing her smile became incredibly obscene with expectation. Giggling, she tossed the bathrobe off her shoulders, leaving herself completely naked. Then she shoved aside all the papers on the desk and sat on it. As Bill watched her she squirmed her pink little buttocks salaciously on the hard wood surface and then splayed her shapely thighs as far apart as they would go. "Hurry, Mr. Mitchell," she cried lewdly. She lay on the desk and raised her hips slightly, revealing the damp, hair fringed fissure of her pussy. "Hurry up and fuck me! Oh God I can't wait! Hurry Mr. Mitchell, hurry!"
"Je-sus!" Bill exclaimed. He stared at Julie's cunt with uncontrollable lust, his eyes widening as he studied the pouting, swollen lips and the pink sheath that lay within. For a moment it again occurred to him that all of this was completely inexplicable; he had never talked to Julie before, he had no idea what she was doing in his tent and he had no idea why she was so anxious to fuck him. But he put his doubts quickly out of his mind. Panting and sweating, he kicked off his shoes and violently pulled his socks over his ankles. Then he was completely naked. In the pale light of the tent his hairy, brawny body looked almost gorilla-like. His penis was completely engorged with blood; it stood out from his belly obscenely, the swollen purple head bobbing obscenely against his navel.
"Oh God," Julie sighed. She raised her head slightly and stared transfixedly at the meaty shaft of his blue veined erection. Then she put both hands between her thighs and shamelessly spread the lips of her pussy apart, pleading wordlessly for Bill to fuck her. "Hurry darling," she whimpered. "Please hurry up and put it in me, I can't wait anymore!"
Bill didn't say anything. He grasped the trunk of his prick in his fist and held it forward, pointing the spongy head towards Julie's gurgling pussy like a compass. Then he stepped forward. For a moment he paused in front of the desk, holding his engorged member tightly in his hand as he stared hungrily at every inch of the teenage girl's naked body. His member was swollen and painfully turgid, and he could feel the orbs of his bloated testicles churning with their load of sperm; he knew that he could not fuck Julie very long before cumming. Groaning, Bill slid his hands down Julie's nakedly splayed thighs and spread them even further apart. Then he positioned his throbbing erection and slowly slid the head into the clasping, wet lips of her tight vagina.
"Unhhhhhhhhhhhh," Julie whimpered. Her face flushed luridly, and her eyelids half closed as she felt the walls of her pussy being distended by Bill's meaty dick. Then she began to grunt shamelessly and grind her jiggling buttocks on the desk, thrusting her hair fringed fissure furiously into the stabbing impalement of his member. "Fuck me lover," she mewled, gasping and groaning wantonly. "Unhhhhhhhh-hhhhhhh! Unhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh harder Mr. Mitchell, harder! Push it in harder and fuck me really hard!"
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Bill sighed. The sweat beaded on his forehead, and his lips twisted into a lurid smile of wanton sexual pleasure. Then he paused to look at his prick. Only the first several inches were embedded in Julie's vagina, and the sight aroused him tremendously. He could see the thick, blue veined shaft boring into her, and the lips of her cunt wetly encircling his dick. Even as he stared the pouting, swollen labia contracted reflexively around his bloated organ, sending another spasm of irresistible pleasure coursing through his loins. Bill groaned hungrily and continued to stare, unable to take his eyes from the naked teenager's hair fringed fissure. Then he raised his eyes to Julie's face. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and leaned over her. Then, staring against at her pussy, he slowly slid the rest of his aching member into the clasping warmth of her vagina.
"Awwwwwwwwww," Julie mewled. Her face contorted in an expression of agonized desire, and she rolled her head wildly on the desk. "Fuck me lover, fuck me! Oh God your dick is so big! Unhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me really hard!"
Panting shamelessly, Julie suddenly threw up her long tapering legs and wrapped them tightly around Bill's back. Then she bounded her ripe buttocks faster than before, lewdly grinding her lush pubic mound into his belly. It was more than Bill could stand. He had wanted to take his time in fucking her. He knew he couldn't take her exquisitely tight pussy very long without cumming, and as long as he was going to risk his neck screwing a sixteen year old girl he wanted to enjoy it as long as possible. But that was out of the question now. His erection had stiffened to the point of being painful, and his balls were so bloated with sperm that he could feel them throbbing rhythmically, almost like his heart. Bill groaned and withdrew his prick until only the swollen head parted the lips of her pussy. Then he quickly thrust it all the way back in again, sighing with pleasure as he felt the orbs of his balls touch the sizzling cleft of her buttocks. As Julie whimpered beneath him he fucked her faster and faster, furiously reaming out her gurgling cunt with the meaty thickness of his tumescent member.
"Unhhhhhhhh," Julie moaned. Her face clouded over as if she had been drugged and her eyelids closed and opened slowly, like the shutter of a camera. "Fuck me," she whimpered, her voice soft and childlike. "Unhhhhhhh ... Mr. Mitchell ... oh God ... fuck me! Unhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... fuck me harder. Fuck me really hard."
"Ahhhhhhhh," Bill sighed. He looked hard at Julie's face and body, and as he did so an almost sadistic smile crossed his face. Shit, he thought; she looks like she's been hypnotized. Julie's cheeks were flushed with arousal, and her entire body had taken on a reddish glow that made her look even younger than she was. Her lips were parted insensibly, and she did not respond visibly now to the meaty, savage thrusts of Bill's bloated organ in her pussy. In a way, he thought, it was like he was dead, like the fucking was so good for her that she'd fallen into a trance. The only part of her that was still very much alive was her cunt. As Bill hammered his blood engorged member into her he could feel the walls of her vaginal sheath clinging even more forcefully to his blue veined shaft, milking and sucking hungrily at his dick as if to draw it all the way into her womb.
Well, Bill thought, I know how to wake you up. He chuckled under his breath in anticipation of Julie's reaction. Then he lifted his hands from her thighs. He wrapped his fingers lustfully around the shivering globes of her breasts and milked them lasciviously, grinning as he saw the pink buds of her nipples stiffen with the sensation. Then he began to grind his hips with all the strength he had in him, furiously ramming his blood engorged member into her reeking vagina as hard as he could.
"Unnnnnnggghhhhhhh," Julie groaned. Her eyes opened wide, then closed again. Then her face again contorted in a wounded expression, and she began to roll her head convulsively on the desk top. "Fuck me lover, fuck me," she groaned. She tightened her slender thighs around Bill's back and drew his body closer to her, trying to pull his dick farther into her body. Then she again gyrated her lush pubic mound rhythmically back and forth, meeting every stabbing thrust of Bill's rampant erection.
"Yeah," Bill muttered. He squeezed Julie's breasts more tightly and looked into her eyes. "You like that, don't you," he muttered, grimacing as he buried his prick to the hilt in her pussy. "You really like that a lot."
"Unhhhhhhhhhhh! Awwwwwwww!! Fuck me Mr. Mitchell, fuck me!" Julie moaned. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him suddenly into her, sighing as his chest flattened her jiggling breasts. Then she kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth as she continued to drive her hair fringed pussy into the hammering thrusts of his erection. "Oh God that feels so good! Unhhhhhh! Unhhhhhhhh! Harder lover, oh God do it harder! Awwwwww! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Then, suddenly, Bill could feel Julie's body tightening all over. Her nostrils flared, and her lips spread animalishly in an expression of ravenous passion. "Ohhhhh," she moaned, rolling her head on the desk. "Ohhhhhhh ... Mr. Mitchell ... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... " She withdrew her thighs from Bill's back and splayed them nakedly, digging her heels into the corners of the desk. Then she gasped hard, and shuddered, and then she violently arched her back, lifting them both off the desk and thrusting her pussy forward so that every inch of his throbbing erection was buried in her cunt.
"Fuck me lover, fuck me!" she squealed. She threw her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him hotly, thrusting her tongue lewdly into his mouth. "Unhhhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm going to ... unhhhhhhhh! AWWWWWWWWWWWWW! FUCK ME! OH GOD FUCK ME I'M CUMMING! UNHHHHHH! UNHHHHHHH! I'M CUUUUMMMMMIIIIIINGGGGGG! AW-AWWWWWWWWW! I'M CUMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGGGG! AWW! Awwwww ... "
For a moment Julie remained poised on the desk, her whole body arched as her loins shuddered in the consummating spasms of her orgasm. Bill could feel the hair fringed lips of her pussy contracting around his swollen shaft, spasmodically sucking and milking it deep into her belly. Then she sighed heavily, and then she relaxed completely on the desk.
"Unnngghhhhh," Bill grunted. As the naked teenager lay quietly beneath him he continued to fuck her for another full minute, furiously reaming out her ravished pussy with the length of his rampant erection. Then he felt the cum churning in his balls, and he knew he was about to cum. He dug his fingers into Julie's shapely thighs and rammed his cock all the way into her cunt, wanting every inch of his member bathing in her gurgling slit for his orgasm. Then his prick hardened more stiffly, and then the creamy white sperm gushed furiously from his aching prick. There was more of it than there had even been with Sharon, more than he could remember having cum in his life. His balls emptied again and again, shooting and spurting torrents of semen deep inside Julie's sweating young body. For what felt like an hour Bill remained motionless, gasping as his testicles drained themselves of their load of seminal fluid. Then he smiled, even more obscenely and pleasurably than Julie had, and then he fell heavily onto her body.
"Mmmmmmm," Julie mewled. She whimpered and sighed dreamily, bathing in the salacious pleasure that tingled throughout her naked body. Then she wrapped her arms around Bill's neck and kissed him gratefully, laving her tongue deep into his mouth. She knew that she still had to make sure that he wouldn't interfere with Steve and Mark's impending blackmail of her mother. But that wasn't any problem anymore, and she wasn't worried about it. Julie knew that Bill had enjoyed fucking her much more than Sharon. He hadn't said so yet in so many words, but Julie had felt him cumming in her pussy, and she knew that no man could vent so much semen if he wasn't completely aroused. As long as he had her lush sixteen year old body around to give him sexual satisfaction whenever he wanted it he'd forget about Sharon entirely.
And Julie wasn't about to leave him. She sighed happily and hugged Bill tight to her, mewling as she felt his hairy chest press into her distended nipples. That was another problem she could cross of her list of worries. Mark and Steve wanted Sharon more than they wanted her; that was fine now; as far as Julie was concerned her mother could have them. Bill was forty years old, but he was a better lover than both of them. And in the months to come Julie would eagerly give him the chance to prove that fact: as often as he wanted to.