Chapter 2
While serving breakfast the next morning, Lucy caught George's attention. "Hello, hello," said the young counselor as he took his plate, "who are you?" Lucy blushed, but then she looked quickly over her shoulder to make sure that her father wasn't watching. "I'm Lucy Pines," she whispered, scooping a spoonful of scrambled eggs onto George's plate.
"The boss's daughter, eh?" said George with a keen eye to where old man Pines stood supervising. "I guess we have to be careful, eh?"
"Yes," said Lucy. But she boldly added: "But not so careful that nothing happens." She gave him a bright smile, and even under the heavy winter clothing Lucy's body radiated youth and a lusty warmth.
"I get your point," said George. "What about up on the lift before dinner?"
Lucy started to say yes, but she heard her father's steady clump and dragging peg-leg coming up behind her. She nodded and pretended to be interested in everything else except George who understood and played along. "What's taking you?" said old man Pines. "You been taking forever fooling around with the eggs. Get going, Lucy." His daughter went quickly to work fetching out more scrambled eggs for the line of campers.
She took her time, however, that afternoon when in front of the cabin mirror upstairs she prepared for her rendezvous with George. She dressed slowly, inspecting her ass to be sure that there wasn't so much as a single particle of dust between her smooth cheeks, examining her twat to be sure that it was slightly damp, ready, and powdering and perfuming the orifices to be sure that, if she got her way, everything would be delightful for George. She examined her long smooth legs which she'd had to shave in secret for the past five months because her father forbid her such vanities. The slender thighs were smooth and comely. She looked at her titties, too, held them up in front of the mirror by pushing with her hands from underneath. She was pleased with the way she looked in the nude, and she hoped that George would like her that way, too.
She dressed casually with a loose blouse, no bra, a ski sweater and parka. She wore a faded pair of warm corduroy pants, ski socks and boots, no panties. It was bad enough, thought Lucy, that she had to attract a man's attention through layer after layer of winter clothing without complicating things with a bra and panties. Finally, she applied her only color of lipstick to her thick moist lips. She put all the paraphernalia away, under her bed where she'd been hiding it for the past several months, and made her way downstairs.
Her father, she knew, would beat her severely if he caught her going out at this time. It was an hour reserved for rest, one that she'd fought sorely to win for herself. But he, too, took this part of the day off from working Camp Thunderbird in order to go to the bar in town, five miles up the canyon. So Lucy felt reasonably safe on her way up to the top of the ski route, there to meet with George at the lift. Half way there, however, she realized that she'd forgotten her zinc oxide, the greasy paste used to coat a skier's nose, to protect against the bright sun that can cause burns. She had to race back to the cabin to get the precious paste. But it was worth the trek back, she felt, for she had a special purpose in mind in bringing the oily stuff with her.
She arrived early at the lift, despite her worries and her forgetfulness. The lift cabin was deserted. She sat alone in one corner of the poorly lit room, shivering and afraid that George would not show up. She would have started a fire, but smoke from the cabin would have tipped off everyone that the cabin was being used. She sat in the corner waiting.
The door opened slowly. George peeked his head in. "Hello," she said casually, "I wasn't sure you'd made it up or not."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," said George with a toothy grin. He took off his cap and shut the wood door behind him. "You look even prettier than this morning."
"Thank you," said Lucy. "I'm glad you came." He took a seat next to her. "It's not every day," said Lucy, "that someone like you comes to Camp Thunderbird."
"And it's not every day," said George, sliding his hand down her thigh, "that the Sergeant's daughter smiles so pretty." He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. It was everything and more than Lucy had dreamed about. George used his tongue to kiss her. He ate everything her face had to offer. They French kissed long and hard. She gave him back her tongue, tentatively at first, and then passionately. "Ooooh," she sighed when he broke away. "You've kissed before, I bet."
"Sure," said George, "haven't you?"
"Only once or twice, when I was little." She smiled and waited for him to come back for more.
"In that case," he said, "we should practice some." He leaned into her mouth again. She accepted all of his flapping tongue this time, sucked on the mouth muscle. She heated up quickly, and a bright crimson blush filled her normally powdery cheeks. She reached into his parka and rubbed his chest while he massaged the back of her neck with his strong hands. She felt her way down the front of his belly, toward his belt. "Nice," he encouraged her. "I like that." She continued on her search for the flesh she'd dreamed about. "I want to get a feel of a real penis," she told him. "I never..."
"You're a virgin?" he asked, incredulous. By her blush and by her smile he knew the obvious answer. "Well, well, well, this is going to be some fun."
"For me, too, I hope," said Lucy. She wasn't afraid to admit how she felt about him, and about sex. "I want it to be good. My father doesn't let me out. If he knew I were here he'd beat me to a pulp. I want to have sex and I want it to be right."
"Sure, kid," said George. "Sure." His eyes flashed. He hadn't been expecting that Lucy would go all the way with him. He reached between her legs and rubbed her smooth thighs. She leaned up into his face and kissed him. He worked quickly to get her pants off of her hips. And he was happy to discover that she wore no panties, that her pussy was unfettered by any sort of prohibitive device. He wandered up, under her parka and blouse, and made his way out of the cold into the soft flesh cave between her titties. It was warm and smooth, supple, comely, and much, much more than he'd bargained for. She was hot and ready on a moment's notice.
Lucy, for her part, kept her hands working at George's belt. He helped her by taking off his jacket. Despite the cold, he removed his pants, too. She saw his meat and exclaimed: "Oh, yes, I've been dreaming for three days about what it would look like." He watched her fall on her knees between his legs. She palmed his hog. "It's much bigger and prettier, even, than I ever imagined." She immediately looked up at him. "Do you mind if I put it in my, ah, if I..."
"You do whatever you want," said George, not believing his good luck to have found such an innocent and willing girl. "Just make yourself at home." He watched her put the head of his penis in her mouth. She did so tentatively at first. But once she got a good helping, and had adjusted to the idea of having the big hog head in her lips, she took to vigorously and enjoyably licking it. "Mmmmm," she hummed, "I never would have known if it weren't for you." That was all she said. The rest was suck and lick. She went up and down the incredible hog, nibbling on it like a woman starved for meat. She sucked and kissed it. She lapped at it, swabbed it, wet it down so fast and efficiently that George refused to believe that she was a virgin.
"Come on," he said, grabbing her under the arms and pulling her up onto her bare knee, "tell me the truth: you've had sex before haven't you?"
Lucy Pines shook her head. Her long blonde mane flowed back and forth, as though blown by some mysterious slow motion wind. "Never." She pressed her hot loins against his hairy, muscular thigh. He could feel a touch of juice run down on his leg. He liked the feel of her supple legs squeezing on his one upper leg. She reached down and took his penis from his crotch in her hands. She squeezed it and rubbed the wet tip. He pulled her face against his and kissed her again while she gave him a fine hand job. He didn't allow her to masturbate him all the way, though, because he wanted to be sure to be able to have plenty of thrust and jism for fucking her nice virgin twat.
George slid one hand down on his own leg so that his finger went up between the lips of Lucy's cunt. He felt around inside and found her ready clitoris. "For a girl who's never had it before," he said, "you sure know how you like things, eh?" He tweaked the clit and kissed her on the side of the neck. He worked down, opened her parka and her blouse, and kissed her soft curvy breasts. He helped himself to a long lick of her splendid ripe chest. He enjoyed every inch of bosom. She was young and fertile, and he had his finger in her twat, his tongue on her titties. "Oh, yeah," she moaned to him. "this is much better than I thought it would be."
"Really?" said George. "You been planning this for a while?"
"Ever since I saw you," she said. "I like to have sex. I know I do. It's just that I never had the opportunity." Even though George was only five years her elder (she was fifteen and he was nineteen) he felt the generation gap. But he put such intellectual thoughts aside and went back to feeling around inside the gap between Lucy's luscious blonde legs. "You're very beautiful," he said. "I like to touch you."
"I was hoping you would," she said. "I like to be touched like this." She took one of her own hands from his extending prick, and with it she guided one of George's hands to her back side. She stood up so that now he had one finger in her cunt and a suggestion about what to do with the other.
"You want me to finger your butt, honey?" he asked.
"If you wouldn't mind," she said. "I'd like that," She wondered if it would be different to have his finger, instead of her own as when she masturbated herself, fucking her bung-hole. She got the chance to compare. George rammed his finger up her anus. "Ooooh, yes," she cried out. "That's it. That's it, George. I love you." She pressed her cunt forward, took in more of his hard bony finger in her pussy and smiled at him. She leaned down with her long fingers and arms and grabbed his erection. "I'll do anything for you if you'll fuck me like that. Anything." She tugged on his rod. "Please," she said, "shove it up my ass, George. Give me that prick of yours up my ass-hole."
"I thought you said you were a virgin," huffed George. He was gasping for breath. The girl was so much hotter than he thought she would be. He'd had no idea that she would want it up the butt. He thought that perhaps they would kiss, there would be a struggle, and that perhaps he would get a dry hump. But she was much more demanding than all of that, and he didn't know quite what to make of it. "O.k., " he said, "I'll fuck you in the ass-hole, but first I want something in return." He was almost sure she'd say no. "I want you to eat my ass-hole."
"Turn around," said Lucy with a big wide grin.
"Hunh?"
"I can't eat your butt if you face me," she said. She stepped down, off from around his thigh. "Go on," she said, "I'm gonna lick your fanny." George was dumbfounded at how aggressive old man Pine's daughter turned out to be. But he turned around and waited for her tongue to go flying in his cold ass. Sure enough, he felt the warm swabbing meat go gliding down the groove of his butt. "Mmmmmm," he hummed, "that's it, kid. That's it."
Lucy rubbed her tongue up and down his ass groove. She used her hands to feel up his buttocks. She kneaded the hairy muscular flesh. He had a big ass, one that she could easily enjoy reaming. When she arrived with her mouth muscle at his anal entrance, she warned him: "O.k., " she said, "I'm coming inside with my tongue. Get ready."
"I'm ready," moaned George. Go to it." He snapped his fingers. "Stick it right in, baby-doll. Help yourself."
Lucy leaned forward and held his buttocks apart. She stuffed his ass-hole full of hot tongue. She licked the sphincter and pressed past it even. She had her tongue deep inside his bung-hole. "Uuuuhhh," he grunted, "it's nice." Lucy reached around with one hand and tugged and squeezed George's meat. She felt up the long thick shaft of hot cock. And she continued to lick his ass-hole, to press her tongue again and again into the anal crater. "Ooooh, yeah, baby," said George, obviously impassioned, "you may be a virgin, Lucy, but you sure know what you're doing." She continued to ream out his ass-hole. She wanted to make sure it was good because she wanted him to be sure to come back for more. Her tongue worked like a nice long wet earthworm, inching its way up his anal cavity, snaking the tube into a perfect ream out. "Alright," said George, standing up. "I have to do the same for you. I want to."
Lucy couldn't have been happier. She let go of George's buttocks and stood up. "Oh, boy," she said, "you couldn't make me happier." She lay down on the wooden bench, used her parka and George's pants for a cushion. "Go on," she said. "Help yourself."
George lifted up the tails of her blouse and exposed the lovely white ass cheeks. The teenager's virgin ass-hole, and the surrounding buttocks, were creamy and tender looking. He spread cheeks with kneading fingers, helping himself to a long slow squeeze of her fresh loaves. "Mmmmmm," he sighed, "this is going to be super, babe. Far fucking out." He drew a line down her ass, right in the bottom of the trough. He let his finger glide the length of her ass crease, into the hole. He stuffed her up good with his finger, just to get an idea of how tight she might be. "It's stiff in there," he told her. "I don't know how you're gonna like it."
"Oh, don't you worry about me," she said. "I'm gonna love it."
He leaned down between the backs of her smooth slender legs. He pressed his face down between the ass cheeks. He could smell some delightful aroma, some young perfume or scent that she'd sprayed there. "It's good," he said, rubbing his nose down the ass crease. "I'm gonna enjoy myself here." He stuffed her ass with his tongue, just for one quick lick.
"Oooh, God, yes," moaned Lucy. "No one ever did that for me."
"And I never did that to anyone else," said George. "I kind of like it. It's sort of nice, different." He went back for more. He reached his hands around to the underside of her pussy. He stuffed her cunt with one long finger. Simultaneously, he drilled her ass-hole with his long wet tongue. At first he traveled slowly, carefully, always being sure that he knew exactly where his tongue was. He didn't want to go too deep. But then, as his passions mounted, he felt the desire to go for broke, to fill Lucy's butt with as much of his tongue as possible. Finally, well into the licking, he pulled his hands out from under her hot pelvis and applied all his efforts to work on her buttocks and ass-hole. He rolled the soft white buns, once chill covered, now pink and inflamed with lusty passion, and jammed his tongue deeper and deeper in the anal tube. He screwed her bunghole with his long wet mouth muscle, hoping that perhaps, if time and energy permitted, that if Lucy allowed it, he would be able to squeeze a portion of his long hog into her butt as well.
To his surprise and delight, the next thing that Lucy asked him was if he might be interested in fucking her butt. "I don't believe it," said George. "Are you serious? I'd love to."
"You talk like you never did it, or never thought about it?" she observed casually.
"I never did. I mean I thought about it," said George, he being the one to blush now, "but I just never had the opportunity."
"And I thought you older men," said the fifteen year old to the nineteen year old, "were so experienced."
George smiled. "O.k., baby, now you're really gonna get it." He lifted his flesh prong and applied it to the outer edge of her butt. He decided to go for a gentle slide along the thin walls of the crevice first. He rocked back and forth, sliding his penis along the topside of the crack between Lucy's fine globes. He rubbed sideways, spreading her cheeks with his hands, and slowly but surely his fat meat worked its way down between the pretty cheeks. He had his cock half way down, sliding between the buns, when he realized that he would never, not in a million years, be able to get his fat mushroom head into her sphincter. It was one thing to rub along the crack in her ass, it was another entirely to get the spearhead into the hole itself. "I got bad news for you, Lucy Pines," he said sorrowfully.
"Oh, no," she said, "you decided you didn't want to stuff it in my fanny?"
"Not that I don't want to," he said, "but that hole is just too small and I'll kill you if I try to get it in there."
"Oh no you won't," said Lucy, fumbling in the pocket of her parka. "Here, look at this. I brought it special." She pulled out the tube of zinc oxide.
"Zinc oxide?" said George. "This is for your nose."
"But it's greasy, silly. Just use it. I know it works. I used it once to finger myself. Just put some on and try it."
George unscrewed the cap and pushed on the silver tube. A bright toothpaste like line of silvery grease oozed out onto his finger. He ran the finger full of grease down Lucy's crack. When he arrived at her anus, he paused, hesitated.
"Go on," she said. "Chicken? or what?"
He pushed in with the nose grease for lubricant. "Oh, yeah," moaned Lucy. "That's the way to do it." He fingered more and more grease into her narrow anal tube. "It's working!" he exclaimed.
"Sure," she said. "What do you think? Put some on your dick, too. That'll make this first anal fuck the best ever!"
"Yeah," said George. "Sure." He spread the white paste across his cock. He'd heard of people using all sorts of things to lubricate for an anal fuck. Why not nose grease? It was better than butter, anyhow. He shoved the tube down into her hole. He pushed and the white pasty nose grease filled up her ass-hole. "Ooh," she moaned, "it's cold." He put the tube of lubricant aside and picked up his pecker. "Get ready," he warned her, "here I come with my pasty spear." He took the head of his meat, obviously the most difficult portion to get inside the tender teenage bunghole, and began the buggering. He forced the expanded head into the confines of the iris sphincter muscle. "Oh, God, yes," screamed Lucy. "I've been waiting for this for years. I love that feel. Give me more, George. More of that." He shoved harder and his balloon-sized mushroom head, showing pink even through the white grease, pushed down and in, into the tight little anus track. "You're in," she grunted. "I love it. And I love you." She lifted up on her hands and knees. He had to go with her. His cock went down even further. The tight elastic band of sphincter muscle stretched open around his fat phallus. "I love it," she said, pushing backwards on his joint, rotating her hips, all in an effort to get even more of the thick penis wedge deep in her insides. "I love that cock up my butt, honey. Please give it to me hard." It was strange for George to hear a young fifteen year old girl, especially one so pretty as Lucy, begging him for more cock up her ass-hole. She had a sweet high pitched voice, and the more she begged, the more he loved her. He jammed hard, giving her as much of his pecker as her bowels could take. She hungered for it, and George watched his hefty cock disappear down Lucy's luscious anal canal. "Ahhh," she sighed, happy to have all of him in her butt, "at last!"
Now that he had fully penetrated her ass-hole, George reached around to the front of Lucy's supple body. Despite the freezing temperatures, both inside and out of the cabin, their bodies generated more heat than ever. He felt her smooth pelvis, her lovely bush, the wet leak from her twat. He enjoyed especially getting a good long finger into her open vaginal lips. He filled her pussy with his finger and said: "I guess there's more than one way to lose your virginity, doll." With that he poked hard and rammed his finger through what could only be Lucy's hymen. "Awk!" she wailed in pain, "that hurt!"
"It's gonna be over in a minute," he told her. "Hold on." Jamming harder for three swift strokes, he cleaned her pussy of the excess tissue that made up her ribbon. He pulled out his bloody digit and wiped it on her thigh. "Guess what, baby? You're not a virgin anymore."
"I still need a cock in there," she said, "just, for the sake of formality." But she had the cock that she really wanted, and she had it where she wanted it, too. She loved the sensation of George's phallus beating her butt to a pulp. "You really are doing me just the way I want it, anyhow."
"Yeah," he said. "I like it like this too." He could feel her begin to rock and gyrate on his meat. He jammed his finger up into her twat. only not so high that he would rub against the sore spots where her hymen had once been attached. He found her clitoris and took to massaging it with his middle digit. "Do you like that, Lucy?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," she said, rocking her pelvis back and forth in some young and primitive rhythm, "I love that. It's my favorite." She had her dream fulfilled. A cock in her butt, a finger on her clitoris-she couldn't ask for more. She bore down, bent her butt on George's cock, so that she would get a severe rubbing on her sphincter and in her tube. She wanted to feel the full dimension of his sailing meat. She contracted her tight sphincter muscles hard as she could, as if she were taking some sort of shit, and George responded with a strong downward thrust meant to secure his position. "Oh, Christ!" wailed Lucy. "Fuck my ass-hole harder, honey. Harder!" She pulled her butt back and forth so as to enable herself one long feel from the hefty meat in her submerged in her butt. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, the incredible pressure of George's hot hog beginning to affect her successfully. "I think I'm going to come," she cried. "I don't know. But I think I'm going to come." She could feel George squeeze her clitoris harder than before. He rubbed it with two fingers, squeezed it, and his cock was twitching in her bowels. "Oh, yes, God, I know it. It's happening!" She jammed backwards, took a last long feel of his meat with her hungry buttocks and then she screeched: "FUCK!! ! "
George shot off. He flooded the anal cavity with hot jism.
"Oh," whispered Lucy. "It's warm and sticky. I can feel it." She spoke softly, in a low lusty whisper. Something in her voice changed. She was more a woman somehow, she was no longer a little girl. It was not a subtle thing, it was obvious. She was no longer just a teenager. Something had changed. She knew it unconsciously, and in her bowels she knew it, but she didn't know what it was exactly. She felt a surge of confidence. The more George's jism filled her up, the more she felt like an adult. Soon he was finished twitching in her butt crotch. "Did you come?" she heard him ask. "Oh, yes," she said softly. "I came. You can take it out now if you want." She felt his long flesh sword extract from her butt. The mushroom rim caught on her sphincter, but she only winced quietly to herself. She'd loved the first butt fuck of her life, and she promised herself right then and there, that no matter what her father said, no matter what people thought, no matter how, she would be getting a lot more cock up her butt. "Mmmmmm," she hummed as she turned around. "George, I love you." She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his big stiff cock, still wet and stiff from the anal fucking, up into her belly. She palmed it and rubbed it with her hand, especially the underside. Then she slid down along his belly and located the wet hog in her lips. She rubbed her mouth from side to side across the head of the hot red cap. The zinc oxide had long since rubbed off, for the most part, and George's meaty joint was left covered with smudges of white paste and creamy, sticky jism. She licked it all away, cleansing his long hot flesh pole. "There you go," she said, sitting up with a bright smile, "you're all clean and ready to go again."
George pulled young Lucy Pines close to him. He kissed her on the back of the neck and on the sides of her face. "We better get dressed," he said. "It's awfully cold."
"Yeah," she said, rubbing her pink thighs. "Really."
They dressed and made their way down the ski slope. Behind a row of trees just before the main camp George kissed Lucy goodbye. He gave her a pinch on her butt, and she disappeared into the trees and toward the cabin where her father kept her captive.