Chapter 2
Sandy walked around in a daze. She could hardly believe she had made it all the way up to Camp Wildwood. The forest stretched out to the crest of a nearby mountain, and a lake gleamed brightly in the strong sunlight. She put down her bag and simply inhaled the fresh air.
It was invigorating after spending so much time in the city. No car exhaust, no sounds of too many people pushing each other on their way to jobs that bored them to death. This was the life for her!
"Well, well," came a husky voice, "if you're part of the staff, we are certainly improving our image a hell of a lot!"
Sandy turned to see a tall man, dark haired and in his early twenties, openly admiring her. He smiled, and she hesitantly returned it. She had seen his type before macho, out to fuck anything in skirts.
"How do you do?" she said politely.
"Quite well, now that you're here. I'm Lew Morris, the tennis instructor. I don't dare hope you're going to be my assistant, do I?"
"I don't know yet," Sandy answered truthfully.
She hadn't even realized that the camp needed a tennis assistant. She had been told she would be counseling teenagers, kids just a single year younger than she was in some cases.
"I'll put in a good word for you ... if you can play tennis. Can you?"
"I'm fair," she said. "I never had enough time to get really good."
"Maybe not in tennis, but you sure got good in other things," he said, admiring her trim figure her outthrust tits and the tight short shorts she wore.
Sandy began to feel self-conscious under the man's lustful gaze. She wished she hadn't worn that tight blouse and shorts. Her naked legs seemed to attract the man's attention as surely as did the ample bulge of her boobs. "I'd better check in."
"I'll show you," he said quickly, picking up her bag and heading off toward the main building. She didn't have a chance to complain.
As she trailed along, she had to admire the way the man's tight ass moved in a muscular rolling motion. He was heavily muscled and handsome, too, but she couldn't see herself falling for him. Not with that super-confident air of his and the sureness that she'd jump right into bed with him simply because he was so macho.
"Thanks," she said, rescuing her bag. "I can take it from here."
"I'm sure you can. What say we both take it from here later on? In my cabin, it's the one closest to the lake."
"I'm sure I could tell which one it was by the well worn footpath," she said haughtily. "I'm sure every female in the camp has walked down that path at one time or another."
"You pegged me right off, didn't you?" he said, his grin widening. "But that just means you're going to get a quality fucking. Best this side of the mountains. And what you enjoy, I'll enjoy, too. See you around eight."
"Don't hold your breath," she snapped.
"For you, I just might," he said, then swung off, moving in that damnably attractive, almost seductive manner of a trained athlete.
Sandy checked in with the management, got her cabin assignment and was told she had nothing to do for the rest of the day but acquaint herself with the camp and its layout. Most of the campers wouldn't arrive until the next day, although many had begun arriving. She quickly stowed her bags in her cabin and began studying the camp.
For all its rundown facilities, Sandy thought it was about the greatest place ever. She had a job and that would show her folks she was a woman of the world, able to support herself without their help.
She found herself standing and staring at the empty tennis courts, almost wishing Lew was out there playing. She wanted to see how good the man actually was. While she hadn't lied to him, she hadn't told the complete truth, either. She was an excellent tennis player, having been on her high school team and winning the city doubles championship with one of her few good friends.
Idly, not knowing where her feet took her, she walked away from the tennis courts and started down to the lake. She noticed the cabins weren't as close together, and stands of trees separated them as she neared the shoreline.
One cabin was secluded and set off in a little forest of its own. She could barely make out the wood walls and the sloping roof. On impulse, she walked up the winding dirt path to the cabin.
And stopped dead in her tracks.
The sounds coming from the cabin were unmistakable. She started to turn and let the couple inside fucking their brains out alone, but something prompted her to explore further. She knew it was wrong. People were entitled to their privacy. This might be the cabin of a married couple. After all, she hadn't met a quarter of the staff at Camp Wildwood yet.
She went closer and heard the sex blurred voice of a young girl crying out, "Oh, Lew...Lew, darling! You're so big in me. Fuck me good. I want to come like I never have before!"
Lew!
This was Lew Morris' cabin and he was fucking one of the teenaged campers. Anger flared irrationally in Sandy, and she went up the steps to stop this indecent behavior at once. It was one thing if he propositioned her, but she was nineteen and able to make a decision whether or not she wanted to go to bed with the man ,but to seduce an innocent young girl coming to the camp for a short vacation was something else again!
Sandy stopped when she could see in the window of the cabin. On the floor of the cabin, in front of the fireplace, Lew's powerful body moved with sinuous grace as he drove his prick repeatedly into the girl's gushing cunt. Sandy couldn't find anything innocent about the lustful look on the young girl's face. She wanted the man fucking her. This wasn't rape; this wasn't a case of the man making the girl do something she didn't want. Her legs so wantonly spread, the lascivious grin on her face, her lustful eyes, everything about the fucking told Sandy that the girl wanted that cock right where it was ramming hard and fast up her juicy cunt.
"Damnation, Dawn, you got the tightest, hottest pussy I ever fucked! I love the way you squeeze down on my cock like that. Do it again!"
"Anything, Lew darling. I just love you, too. Just keep that marvelous fucker inside me. I need it where I can feel it!"
Her hips came up off the floor and slammed her cunt hard onto the man's cock. They both rocked with the impact of her lust, but the man kept fucking.
Sandy felt a pang of guilt spying like this, but she couldn't turn around and leave. She felt as if she had become rooted to the spot. And worse, she felt her pussy beginning to respond to the fucking.
She'd never fucked like that not once in her life. It seemed depraved to her, lewd and awful, to actually have a man shoving his cock all the way into her body like that. It must be humiliating!
But Dawn didn't seem the least bit humiliated. If anything, she was turned on to the point where she couldn't control her body any longer. She moaned and thrashed around on the thick spike buried so far up her cunt. Her light brown hair floated out from her head and seemed to catch the light in a halo. She bit down hard on her lower lip as she screamed out her climax.
Sandy was embarrassed to watch and embarrassed at the way her own cunt was starting to respond. It begged for cock. It drooled for the length of cockflesh driving so powerfully in and out of that teenager's eager cunt. That girl was getting what Sandy, herself, desired the most.
But she couldn't admit she wanted to get laid. That would be denying her entire moral upbringing. Fucking outside of marriage was wrong. That was why she was about the only virgin in her entire high school class. That was why she didn't have any boyfriends throughout her high school days. They had all wanted one thing to get into her pants.
She had turned them down. But now she saw what she had been missing. It was totally wrong for her to spy on Lew and Dawn, and Sandy had to rationalize her behavior. She was a counselor, entrusted with the safety and well being of all campers. She had to know what was going on. After they had finished their ardent fucking, she would talk to both Dawn and Lew. She would tell them how wrong it was to fuck like that.
But she couldn't get it straight in her own mind why it was wrong. They were both enjoying it. The sight of the young girl responding so forcefully to the man's fucking prick made her wonder for a moment if there was anything at all wrong. They were both enjoying it and neither had duped the other into this. They wanted physical enjoyment and nothing else.
Sandy had to admit both were achieving that.
"Ummmmm, Lew...your cock! My cunt has to stretch to take it. Fuck me good!"
Where had such a young girl learned to talk like that? Sandy would definitely have to speak to her about such language.
"Tell me what you want, Dawn. Tell me every little detail. Where do you want my pecker? Tell me!"
"Oh...oh! Ram it into my juicy cunt. I want that prick of yours fucking my hot cunt. Fuck me hard! Rip me apart with it, Lew darling. Fuck me good!"
The young girl came again. She tensed all over and her young, taut body strained to get the most cock possible. Lew bent double and started licking and sucking the girl's erect nipples. It caused her to come again.
To her surprise, Sandy found her own nipples standing up to attention. Her upturned tits were throbbing as she watched the two of them fucking like rabbits. She reached under her thin T-shirt and ran her fingers under the bra she wore. The flesh of her snowy white tits was hot to the touch.
She wiggled her fingers up until they brushed over the aroused nubbins of her nipples. She almost came. The lightning surge of desire in her body scared her. She had never felt anything this intense before. She had never masturbated ,it was wrong. It would cause her eternal soul to burn forever in hell.
But she couldn't stop her hands from seeking out the divine triangle of her cunt. She pressed her fingers into the thick mat of her pussy mound, feeling the dampness leaking from her cunt. Her mound was drenched with her fuck fluids. She had to stop that flood. Her fingers worked lower until they slid easily along the edges of her blue tinged cuntlips.
The feelings in her body took total control. She knew it was wrong, but there wasn't any way she could stop. She had to drive her finger all the way into her quivering cunt.
Somehow, the insertion of that finger didn't make the uncomfortably anxious feelings go away. If anything, Sandy became even hornier. All her life she had thought that such feelings were dirty and lewd, not to be felt by respectable young ladies. She had denied that she felt lust for a man. And now all that dammed up feeling came rushing out.
Weakly she leaned against the wall of the cabin and stared at the man so avidly fucking the young girl. Sandy knew that it could have been her in there, legs spread wide and pussy trembling at the touch of Lew's prick. She would have been experiencing the pleasure Dawn obviously was. But she'd been chicken. She hadn't thought it was a nice thing to do.
And it wasn't!
Her mind kept returning to how awful it was. All men wanted to do was fuck. But the sight of what was happening inside made her wonder if that was so bad. After all, she should get something out of it, too.
She could have been receiving all the pleasure she could handle. But she had turned Lew down.
The obscene squishing noises as the man slammed his cock repeatedly into the girl's damp, clinging cunt made Sandy gasp for air. She could almost imagine that cock fucking her cunt. Her finger wiggled in the tight confines of her own pussy. She smeared her thick fuck juices all over her cuntlips, then played with her clit. The tiny little spire of erectile flesh tingled to her touch.
And then she came. She bit her lower lip to keep from calling out not that the fucking pair inside would have heard her. They were too locked up in the throes of their own passion to notice anything less than a full fledged earthquake shaking the cabin walls.
"Shit, baby, you're trying to milk my cock, aren't you? I can feel those cuntwalls gripping down hard all around me. This is the way I like to fuck!"
"Like this?" moaned Dawn, her legs snapping out straight on either side of the man's body.
The action shot her hips down powerfully onto the spike of his prick, burying it a good inch deeper than it was.
The look of stark delight on the man's face got to the spying Sandy. She wanted Lew to look like that fucking her. She did!
Then reality returned to her. She wasn't inside fucking him. A girl three or four years younger was. And Dawn obviously knew the score. She knew all the right moves to get them both off in a big way. Fucking wasn't something new and excitingly different for her. Exciting, yes; different, not from the way she moved those hips and corkscrewed her cunt onto the man's prick.
Sandy sobbed quietly outside, frustrated and horny at the same time. She didn't want to watch any more of the fucking. She didn't want to see Dawn's ankles lock behind Lew's powerful waist. The young girl pulled her cunt up to the man's crotch every time he slammed forward. They were fucking together, their bodies moving in the age old rhythm that Sandy unconsciously recognized.
Her finger began duplicating that motion. It wasn't a big swollen prick, but it was better than nothing. She finger fucked her twat until she was panting harshly, her tits rising and falling faster and faster under the thin T-shirt she wore.
As she felt the lightning stabs of approaching orgasm, she moved her other hand up under her bra and tweaked down hard on one of the rigid nipples. The pang of white hot desire that lanced into her chest merged with the lust boiling up from her finger fucked cunt. They merged and she got off her first come.
The intensity of the feelings appalled her. She felt her entire body go rigid, and she was positive she had damaged herself for ever. The ice and iron grip of her orgasm shook her and rattled her teeth. Panting she dropped to her knees and bent forward to catch her breath. She felt the hot flush in her shoulders and neck and her body trembled like a leaf in a high wind. She would have thought she was coming down with the flu if she hadn't known better.
Sandy pulled herself around so she could look into the window again and spy on the fucking twosome. She got an even better look at what was happening. She could see Lew's monstrous prick parting the young teenager's delicately scalloped inner cuntlips before rushing all the way up her pussy. The girl's ass came up off the floor, and the cunt oils leaked out around the plug of the man's cock. They smashed their bodies together passionately until the girl squealed and came again.
Sandy immediately noticed the difference in the way the man was fucking. His once long, smooth strokes turned ragged and jerky. He fucked deep and fast, losing all his rhythm. Then he grunted and his prick bucked hard in the soft, clinging berth of the girl's cunt.
She guessed he was coming, too. She didn't really know all that much about what was actually happening. But it excited her. She could see and hear and even smell everything. Her own cunt convulsed and throbbed and she came one last time.
By the time she had blinked her eyes clear of the sex fog blurring them, she saw Lew's prick dribble from the churning cunt. A tiny flood of white jizz followed. She got up to leave, not wanting to be caught.
The last thing Sandy saw was Dawn's mouth closing around the flaccid length of Lew's prick, the girl's tongue licking and stroking all over the limp fucker. She shuddered at such perversion.
But she couldn't deny the ache inside her own body.