Chapter 5
Sandy wiggled to and fro on the ground as the group sat around the campfire that night. She couldn't get out of her head the thought of what had happened to her that afternoon.
Spying on Hank and Maria had turned out to be the best thing in the world. She had felt really guilty about it, but the way Lew had come up behind her and frightened her had been wonderful. Not that being frightened was all that great, but what he did later to her ass was. She rubbed the smooth curves of her asscheeks and reveled in the warmth still inside her.
She imagined his prick was back up her asshole, fucking her, making her come alive such as she'd never been before. She had missed out on the most wonderous sensations all these years, and for what? She'd been frightened, scared like a little kid.
Sandy knew she wasn't a little girl any more. She was a woman with woman's desires. But could she make Lew get it up again? Did he ass fuck her and then write her off entirely? She was so confused.
The blonde cursed her lack of knowledge about men. Her mother had always told her they were brutes interested in just one thing fucking.
She'd found out how true that was, but there was one further thing that her mother had neglected to mention women got off on fucking, too. That wasn't the sole claim of a man.
The feelings that had ripped through her tender body told her how great a orgasm was. And that orgasm had been caused by the swift passage of a man's prick all the way up her asshole. He had fucked her from behind like some animal, and she had enjoyed it. More than enjoyed it, she had wanted more!
"You look sort of dreamy tonight," said Dawn, moving over to sit beside Sandy. "Bet you're thinking about getting laid."
Sandy snapped her attention off Lew's wonderful prick and onto what the young girl had just said. Dawn smiled innocently, but the twinkle in her eyes told the story. She knew all about how Lew had ass fucked her that afternoon. But how could she? Was there some sign on her face? Was she marked with the guilty knowledge?
"What makes you say that?"
"Oh, nothing much. But it seems you're about the only one around here not getting any."
"Any what?" asked Sandy coldly.
She felt uncomfortable with the young girl's frankness. Even though Dawn was three years younger, there seemed a gulf centuries wide between them. In a way, Sandy hated Dawn for the sexual experience, the cock, the orgasms that she had denied herself. And yet she felt a kinship with her, too.
They'd both felt Lew's wonderful prick.
"Any cock, Sandy. God, are you dumb. Look at Maria. Shit, she goes after anything that even resembles a prick. I hear she fucked herself on an icicle last winter because it was the right size. And then she bitched when it melted inside that tight little pussy of hers."
"Don't talk like that. It's not polite."
"Don't sound like my old lady. She's all the time uptight over the way I talk. Hell, Sandy, you're too young to be so old." Disgusted, Dawn stood up and went to the far side of the fire and snuggled against one of the boys.
They were soon kissing, his hand worming under her thin T-shirt. Sandy saw the teenager's nipples hardening with lust and pressing into the fabric. She started to yell at them, to stop them, and then she shut up. It did something inside her to see them kissing so passionately.
She remembered what it had been like this afternoon. Spying on Hank and Maria had turned her on. The blonde couldn't deny that. She loved the sight of Hank's huge prick driving hard and fast into the girl's wanton cunt.
How she'd wanted that to be her cunt! She wanted Hank fucking her or Lew. It hardly mattered. But she wanted to know what all these teenagers already knew. How did a man's prick all the way up her cunt really feel? She wanted that more than anything else in the world, and she was terrified of that longing.
Sandy didn't know what caused her fear of men. It might have been her strict upbringing. But she was adult enough to pull herself up above that. What it came down to, she feared, was that she was a coward. She didn't have the guts to simply ask for what all the other girls were getting.
Seeing that the embers of the fire emitted scant heat and only enough light to see the couples lying around the fire, necking, fondling one another, getting hot enough to go into the woods and fuck, she went to her tent.
Sitting on the sleeping bag, Sandy thought of all her chances and how she'd screwed them all up. Or how she hadn't screwed any of them up.
Lew had been hot for her body. He had said so, and she had turned him off. Later, seeing him fucking Dawn, she had felt like going in and demanding some of his cock. She figured that neither Dawn nor Lew would have been embarrassed or outraged. They would have welcomed her into a three-way fucking.
She shuddered. She wasn't ready for that kind of action not yet.
Sandy knew that she could have been the one Hank was fucking in the forest. She'd seen the way the youth had been making eyes at her. But she'd responded like an iceberg. She hadn't wanted any part of what he had to offer. And from the size of his prick, she now knew he had a lot to offer.
Thinking about that fucking made her even more bitter. Hank, for all his youth, was one hell of a stud. Not that she had all that much experience, but she could tell from the way Maria had responded. The fiery red haired girl was hot all the time, it didn't matter with what man but she couldn't have faked the orgasms she'd had. Sandy had come to know her well enough to know that she would have bitched constantly if Hank hadn't been fulfilling her every fantasy, feeding her passions properly, giving her what she desired most in life.
She'd been a well fucked girl when she'd left that clearing this afternoon.
This afternoon ,Sandy sighed and smiled a little. It hadn't been a complete waste of her time. Lew had found her and fucked her up the asshole. She had been frightened, but she had gone along with him. The warmth from the butt fuck still gave her a constant reminder of how great it had been, having his prick moving swiftly inside her body.
Sighing, she stripped off her clothes and shivered at the cold seeping into the pup tent. She quickly slid into her sleeping bag, feeling the soft cotton interior pressing intimately against her naked tits, caressing her ass, pressing warmly into her cunt.
Moaning softly, she spread her legs and pulled down part of the bag so that it rubbed even more across her pussy. The feel of the soft fabric on her aroused cuntlips both soothed and excited her. Panting with lust, she began rubbing her cunt against the bag until it soaked with her fuck juices.
She hated herself for this midnight masturbation, but she didn't have anything better to do.
All the other girls were curled up in their sleeping bags with hot cocks in their pussies. Not her. Lew hadn't been seen all night. He was off in the woods somewhere, probably fucking his brains out with one of the girls. Sandy just knew he had forgotten all about her.
She heard the flap of her tent being lifted. She was a masculine outline against the entryway. The man quickly came inside and knelt beside her.
"Who...?" she began.
"Shush, it's me. Mind if I join you?" came a low whisper.
Sandy couldn't recognize the voice, it was so muffled, but she knew who it had to be.
Lew!
"Hurry! I need you so!"
"Thought so," came the voice.
He began taking his clothes off. He wasn't doing it fast enough for the aroused blonde teenager. She pulled herself half out of the sleeping bag, ignoring the cold air tingling her nipples.
She felt her nipples contract with the cold. There wasn't any difference between this feeling and the one she got when she was really aroused. The cold wouldn't last long. The feel of a strong male body pressing into them would quickly return her heat.
"Let me help you!" she said.
Her fingers darted to his shirt. She fumbled. The inside of the tent was pitch dark. Without knowing it was Lew, she would have never been able to guess who this was. Finally giving up on trying to unfasten all the buttons, she gave a strong jerk and sent the buttons flying.
"Hey," he protested. "I've got to..."
"Never mind," she said hastily. "I'll sew them back on for you. But hurry. I want you in me. I'm dying to feel your prick inside me!"
"God, I knew you were hot for me, but I didn't think it was this way at all!"
"Please ... oh God, please get in!"
"Your wish is my command!" he laughed, sliding in beside her, not bothering to unzip the sleeping bag.
The pair inside the bag made for a tight fit, but they wouldn't have had it any other way. His hairy body pressed down firmly onto her more slender one. She moaned softly at the way his broad chest crushed her tits flat. Her nipples tightened even more, and she wondered if she could poke holes in his chest with them.
She started moving slowly, trying to do just that. He kissed her, and she quickly forgot all about it. She hardly noticed it when her legs began to drift apart, almost of their own accord.
Wanton, ready, she wanted his cock rammed hard all the way up her untried fuck tunnel.
"Fuck me, darling...fuck me good! But be gentle. It's my first time, you know."
"Huh?"
"Don't you remember what I said this afternoon?" she asked.
Her mind was in turmoil. She didn't want him to take her cherry. And yet, her entire body cried out for that very thing. She wanted to be made into a woman. She was tired of being deprived of the wondrous feelings that had almost been hers this afternoon.
"Nope, but it doesn't matter. I've never had a virgin before. So this is going to be quite an experience for both of us, huh?"
"Ungh! Oh, yes...there! Shove it in all way!"
"Shove what in all the way?" he taunted. "Tell me what you want. And where do you want it?"
"I want it up my cunt. I ... I want your cock fucking my poor little cunny. Give it all to me. Bury your cock in my cunt."
"You know what you want, that's for sure," he said, breathing heavily.
The warmth of his breath gusted around her nipples and further excited her. She moaned and shoved her chest upwards, hoping he would take the hint.
He did.
His mouth closed upon the hard pebble of her right nipple. He pushed the tiny button of flesh around in a small circle, then shoved it down into the marshmallow soft flesh beneath. She felt as if he'd used hot needles on her skin. The lightest touch of his darting pink tongue was electric.
Filled with more desire than ever before, she moaned and cried out, "Fuck me now! I love the feel of your mouth all over my titties, but I need you inside me, fucking me, making me into a woman."
"In time. I want to enjoy this. God, do I ever!"
He licked her left nipple, then licked down the slopes of her tit until he came to the deep canyon between her mountainous tits. He licked and sucked and kissed at her titflesh, his tongue demanding more and more.
Sandy shoved her tits toward his face, but he always managed to elude her. This teasing built her desire for him to the breaking point.
"I ... I can't take any more! Please, do it now. Shove it all the way into my cunt. I need you so!"
She reached between their sweating, straining bodies and found the long handle of his prick. Her eager fingers closed around it and pulled him toward the hole no other man had ever gotten close to before. He would be the first to thrust into her cunthole, to make her cry out with desire and pleasure, to break her cherry and really fuck her.
"God, don't squeeze so damn tight," he breathed in her ear. "I'll come in your hand, otherwise. Neither of us want that."
"Please, please ..." she repeated over and over.
Her brain refused to function. She was dulled with the sweet fog of sex. But she was more alive than ever before. Every single nerve in her body cried out for his prick.
"Don't worry, beautiful. This is going to be just great. Oh, shit, goddamn! I'm not even in and already you're so fucking tight I can barely stand it."
But Sandy didn't hear him. She was lost in the throes of ecstasy. A climax burst upon her like the northern lights. Brilliant colors filled her head as his prick began to fill her cunt. She felt the purple knob of the man's cockhead pressing hot and hard into her untried cunt-flesh, and that was all it took. She came hard.
They rolled around in the tight confines of the sleeping bag, but neither cared. They were too engrossed in the feelings rampaging through their bodies.
"My balls feel like they're going to explode any second," he whispered hotly into her ear. "Gotta keep control so I can show you just how great fucking can be. I don't want you saying the old stud's no good."
"Oh, yes...fuck me! Give it all to me!"
Her fingers clawed at his naked back. She raked down the man's back until she came to his hairy asscheeks. Her fingers curled around the firmly muslced half moons and pulled his prick strongly into her body. She felt the pressure increase in her cunt. The head of his prick pushed painfully hard against the resisting wall of her cherry.
"Oh, God, it hurts now. Don't let it hurt me!"
"It'll hurt and bleed, but it's worth it. Oh, sweet Jesus, will it ever be worth it! For both of us. Virgin pussy...wow!"
He shoved harder.
Sandy went berserk with the pain. She was positive he was ripping her apart inside. She wouldn't be a woman after this. She would be a hollow shell, bleeding and no good to anybody.
But she couldn't get him off her. The sleeping bag prevented it. But something inside her cried out for more cock in spite of the pain, in spite of her fears.
He moved with great deliberation. The battering ram of his cock continued to press against the rubbery sheet of membrane until it broke. The pressure he had been exerting carried him balls deep into her virgin cunt. His balls slammed wetly against her upturned ass, and he felt her cunt constrict all around his long cock.
"Goddamn, you're crushing me with those muscles of yours. Never felt a cunt that goddamn tight."
He rested for a moment.
She felt the pain rocket throughout her loins, but it settled down to a dull ache. And soon, even the dull ache had gone. All that remained was arousal, stark, bone jarring arousal. She had his prick all the way up her virgin cunt! It was hot, hard and pulsing. Every time his heart beat, his cock jerked in response.
"Fuck!" she cried. "Fuck me now. Oh, it's so good. I love it inside me. I never thought. . .oh, oh, ohhhhh!"
He pulled out and immediately fucked back into her tightly clinging pussy. The velvety walls of her pussy rippled and convulsed around his prick. He brought her off rapidly with every single stroke into her seething hot interior. The heat in his balls made him think he had a pressure cooker dangling under his cock.
He pumped in and out of her steamy twat with regular strokes. But he soon found that this wouldn't do. He was too turned on by the wetness and the heat and the tight fit of his prick in her cunt. He fucked faster and faster, soon losing whatever rhythm he'd had.
His body took control. He plunged his fleshy cock repeatedly into her needy, hungry, no longer virgin cunt. He felt the heat of friction from the fast fucking at the end of his prick. It burned back slowly along the length of his fuck stick. When it reached the hairy little sac holding his balls, he knew he was lost. He couldn't fight back the fiery tide of his jism.
It exploded and blasted out to whitewash the walls of her cunt. She arched her back and crammed her cunt firmly onto his fucking prick. The blonde teenager couldn't get enough of it in her pussy. She ground her hips into his crotch, hoping for an even deeper penetration. She wanted that cock to rip all the way through her body and come out her mouth. She wanted him to tear her apart with his prick. She wanted more always more.
She hunched up and down and came repeatedly. Never in her young life had she experienced anything like this. Every spurt of jism into her tender, aroused pussy got her off. She felt like a string of firecrackers going off.
And then as she tensed her cunt muscles on his prick, she felt him slowly melting in the heat of her belly. When his prick went totally limp and dribbled out of her cunt, amid a stream of her cunt juice and his own cum, she felt robbed.
"That's it?" she said dully.
The ache in her cunt had started. She knew she trickled out a thin river of blood, too, from where her cherry had been popped.
"That's it. But don't fret, it'll get better and better. Just remember who it was that did the honors. Come back for a second lesson any time." He slid quickly from the sleeping bag and started to pull on his pants.
"Wait," she said. "Don't go. Spend the night. Show me how good it can be."
She wanted more of that sweet fucking prick. It had aroused her. Like a junkie needing dope, she needed that cock. When it was inside her she was on top of the world. Without it she was nothing.
"Gotta run. See you, doll!" He bent and kissed her, then vanished into the night.
It was hours before Sandy could fall asleep.