Chapter 3
Late that night Lucy undressed in front of the mirror. She couldn't help but remember how in front of that same mirror, only hours before, she had dressed in preparation for her first sexual experience with a man. When she was nude and shivering because of the cold, she looked at her fine creamy tits. They were still ripe, excited from the afternoon's love session. She was just about to slip into her house coat and jump under the covers when her father entered the room.
"Lucy," he began, and then he stopped still. He stared at something, at the lower part of his daughter's body. Lucy didn't know what to do, to try and cover her long slender thighs, to hold still, or what. She was in so much fear of her father that she froze. "What the hell is that?!" hollered Ace Pines.
"What Daddy? I don't-" She looked down at her leg and saw the smudge of blood from her broken hymen. "Oh, I ah, cut myself, in the kitchen and I, ah-"
"Like hell!" stormed Ace Pines. He began unbuckling his belt. "You been out consorting with the likes of someone, I don't know who, but when I find out, he'll get the same." He stomped towards her, dragging his lame leg behind him, rolling the leather strap in his hands.
"Oh, no, please, Daddy. Please, not that." She backed off, toward the bed, and then around it, against the wooden wall. She looked behind herself and saw that there was no chance of escape. "Please?" she begged. "Please? Daddy, no!"
But he grabbed her. What there was of the housecoat around her body went flopping down on the floor at her feet. He pulled her by the wrist out from the corner. He yanked her hard and out in front of him. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her nude body toward him. She lost her footing and went tumbling near his leg. She pulled on the trousers of his good leg, begging, pleading that he wouldn't beat her. He grabbed her by her long blonde mane and pulled her up over his knees. Her bare ass was still juicy from the fuck that afternoon, but Pines didn't see it because he was so enraged. He picked up the belt and began to slap Lucy's fine creamy cheeks. She wailed in total pain, her buttocks going raw quickly. Soon, after three or four strokes from the belt, Pines discarded it, and began to use his bare hands. He spanked her on the buttocks and a loud clapping noise accompanied every stroke. "I'll teach you," he yelled, "to go out and fool around, you little whore. You're just like your mother and you'll get the same treatment she got, bitch." He hit her smooth cheeks with his bare hand. Her titties hung down over his leg while he spanked her ass.
Finally, he pushed her onto the floor. Miraculously, the fifteen year old girl caught her balance without hurting herself. She scampered across the room, back to the corner where she'd dropped her coat. She quickly wrapped it around herself.
"Let that be a lesson," grumbled Pines, his face still enraged with hatred and anger. "If I catch you out trolloping again, it'll be a lot worse." He stood up and limped from the room, dragging his wooden leg behind him. He slammed the wooden door shut, and left his daughter in the room alone. She sat in the corner trying to keep from crying. Not long later, bundled up under her down quilt, she finally fell to sleep.
The next morning, while serving breakfast to the line of campers and counselors, she felt the eyes of the young men searching her body, investigating her. She could feel the pressure of their gaze, one by one as they came by, inspecting her, trying to see through the heavy winter coat she wore. She tried to keep from letting them know that she was slightly afraid. Finally, when George came through the line smiling, she felt a bit more at ease. "Same time," he whispered, taking his plate of eggs, "same place."
"Mmmm," agreed Lucy. "Sure." She gave him his plate and watched him walk away in secret huddle with one of the other counselors.
Again Lucy dressed warmly and again she packed the tube of zinc oxide in her parka. She made her way up the ski slope and waited in the lift cabin. She saw the door open slowly. George looked in. "You made it," he said. "Good." He shut the door behind him. "I'm glad to see you. We heard your father walloping you yesterday evening. I'm sorry."
"That's o.k.," said Lucy. "I'm used to it. It's worth it, anyhow, to get to spend time with you."
He picked her up and leaned into her face with his open mouth. He toured her oral cavity with his tongue, pressed his lips hard and firm against her mouth. He gave her a long French kiss. Their tongues rubbed back and forth against each other. George slid his strong hands down along the side of her body, pulled her by the hips up close to his crotch. He rubbed his firming phallus against the inside of her leg. "We better get undressed now," he said.
"Ooooh, yes," moaned Lucy, her young body having begun to heat already. She could feel the passionate fever developing in her chest and between her legs. Soon, she knew, she would have George's hot pecker riding her into ecstasy. "Yes," she said again, unzipping her parka. George reached in under Lucy's blouse and took two big handfuls of the ripe titties. He squeezed and rubbed, and he teased her nipples, pulling them with his thumb and index finger. "Mmmm," she sighed. "We better hurry."
"Right," said George. They undressed quickly on the bare cabin floor. George spread out some of his clothes to cushion their roughshod bed. Lucy spread herself out on the floor. She was nude and nubile. Her lovely slender legs were covered with chills from the cold around them. But her pussy was already leaking a fresh supply of ooze. George lay down between her legs. "I want to get a good long suck on your titties today, Lucy. Yesterday we were so nervous that I missed out." With that he pressed his tongue long and hard against the young girl's firm pendular breasts. He licked the bud like nipples. They turned bright red within seconds after his long wet mouth muscle began working on them. They were upright and ready for sucking. He pulled one of the nipples with his lips, and he rubbed it with the tip of his tongue. Then he took a full mouthful of the titty into his face. He sucked on it and used his tongue from inside to rub the big brown caps, the little cherry flesh pieces.
"Ahhhhhh," sighed Lucy, running her hands through his curly dark hair, "I love that sucking on my titties, George. That's really good. He continued to rub his tongue smack against her breasts. He covered her chest with a thin coating of saliva and ate up everything in sight. Her smooth titties rolled between his lips and under his wet slopping tongue.
"Ooooh," gasped young Lucy, her little nipples getting hotter and hotter, "use your hands, too, George. Please? Use your hands?"
George reached down between Lucy's legs. He plunged his palm over the top of her full damp bush and rubbed. Underneath he could feel her clit coming to life. He rubbed the outside of her hot pussy for a few smooth strokes, just to get a feel of her familiar forest and spreading vaginal lips. The cunt inside, he knew, would be hot, wet, and slippery. He shoved a finger in, just to be sure. "Ahhh," sighed Lucy. "That's much better." George pumped the vagina with a couple of quick finger-fuck strokes. He rubbed his middle digit in and out of the interior flesh of Lucy's honey pot. "It's good and wet in there," he said. "We'll be using plenty of that juice to rub down your asshole pretty soon.
Just the thought of a hand on her butt made Lucy ecstatic. She could only imagine how nice it would be to have another fucking in her anus. She was going to be getting that long firm rod of George's up her bunghole. "God, George," she said, "I really like you." She reached down between his legs. His cock fell into her hand. It was stiff and expanding. The head, bright red and full as a blown-up balloon, was ready for her smooth young palm. She rubbed back and forth along the mushroom tip.
"Yeah, babe," sighed George, "that's good. Get my pecker good and hot and we'll be doing some fine tough fucking in your anus. You like that?" He didn't wait for her reply. He buried his tongue in her face, pressed his lips tight around hers to seal the action, and sucked and probed. "Ahhhh," he moaned, finally, breaking away, "I love to kiss you. You're so young and soft." He reached around her waist and pulled her hips up against his. Her nubile crotch rubbed smoothly against his cock. He felt the lips of her pussy open, as if trying to grab his meat and tug it in. "I like that," he told her. "That's good." He rubbed his pecker back and forth on the outside of her cunt. Her body was hot, moist, and supple. He kept his prick either next to her pussy or rubbing along the inside of her slender trim thigh. He worked his joint back and forth for a long feel for the underside of the shaft. Then he lifted his legs and pushed hers together around his joint and balls. His genitals were between her nubile thighs. His balls and his dick were the meat in a loin sandwich. She rubbed back and forth, rolled her hips, and George had himself a special feel from Lucy's tender loins. His dick felt explosive, like a stick of TNT, ready to set off a jism bomb. "Uuuh," he moaned in ecstasy. The tip of his cock was rubbing dangerously close to the inside of her hole. Another stroke or two and he would be inside her.
"Come in," she said, spreading her legs and making it all that much more possible. "Dip that beef in my pussy." George went for the hot sauce. He jammed his cock into young Lucy's delectable cunt. He wrapped his joint in twat flesh. "Ooooh, yeah," he groveled between her legs. "That's nice hot pussy meat alright. That's the best." It was a distinct pleasure to have his meat buried in her honey pot, because anywhere else was cold due to the harsh mountain weather. So for the time being, he rocked and rolled his dick between the teenager's young pussy lips, and rubbed his face between her big titties.
Lucy took George's hand and placed it down between her legs. But she did it from underneath. He came up with a palm full of ass meat. "Ooh," he gasped, "my favorite." He cupped the full buttock and squeezed it. He rocked Lucy's hot box into him, up on his stiff member, making her climb his rod, by pulling on her butt. She had to go up high, take more of his long hot rod into her pussy. "Be sure," she warned him, "to save your jism for the inside of my asshole."
"Don't worry," replied George, continuing to rock his hard sex muscle in young Lucy's twat, "I've got all sorts of plans for that anus of yours. Just you wait."
"What kind of plans?" she asked. "Really big ones, I hope."
"You bet, baby. You just wait." He shoved hard, his penis riding up the distance of her narrow twat. "Ouch," moaned Lucy, "that hurts." But George didn't pull back. "You must still be a little sore from breaking your hymen yesterday. It'll be alright soon." He continued to rub his penis in and out of her long cunt. The tube was slender and wet, and there were good strong muscles there that George took advantage of. Every time that Lucy would squeeze and bend his rod, he would rub harder, press deeper. He nailed her butt to the floor from the front side. His cock was a long flesh spike designed especially for fucking such a perfect piece of ass. "Mmmm," groaned Lucy, "don't forget about my butt."
George reached around with both hand. "You mean like this?" He cupped her buttocks, spread them apart, and slid a finger up toward her anus. He covered the groove first, sliding a finger back and forth between the folds of ass flesh. Then he jammed up inside the constricted sphincter muscle. He spread it open with his un-lubricated, dry finger. He poked around until he had just the right angle. "Get ready, Lucy," he cautioned her. "I'm going to poke you good. Give you a little hot branding."
"Oh, yeah," she moaned in her most plaintive voice. "Go on. Do it. Do my butt up right."
He jammed his finger in hard. "Ouch," she cried. "It's too dry."
"I thought you'd like a good long finger up your asshole," he said. "Try it dry like this for a little while. It'll be that much better when I wet down my hog and jam it in your bung-hole that way." He just kept probing and searching around in the tight anal channel. He pretended that he was looking for something. Actually, he was just trying to heat her up. Every time that he had a good feel of her anal tube, she jammed her pussy up on his cock. She climbed his flesh tree with her gobbling pussy muscle. Her hot vaginal lips were wrapping around the base of his joint and squeezing him. "I love it," he told her, continuing to diddle around in her asshole. "I actually do love it, honey. You just keep giving me this fuck, and Camp Thunderbird will become my permanent home." He drilled both holes of her pelvis. And every time that he penetrated one, the other got hotter. "Oooooh," cried out Lucy, "that's it. You got me going good now." She rocked her hips and rolled her legs so that she could get more of both his long bony digit and long bony cock. "I love it, George. Keep it up."
He ground his cock muscle between her slippery folds of flesh. Then he yanked it out. He took a gander at her big red titties, hot and steaming in the cold cabin, and lifted himself up off her body. "I want you to lick out my asshole, baby. I want you to give me a good long tongue ream up my butt. You understand?"
"Understand?" she moaned. "What do you think I dreamt about all last night. Roll over."
George couldn't believe how hot old man Pines' daughter was. He rolled over on the makeshift mattress and showed the teenager his hot anus. "Go to it, honey. Give me a good long eat out."
She began by cupping her smooth young hand around his hairy ass cheeks. The moons were full and muscular, white, but hairy. She rolled her fingers across the tender flesh of his ass. She filled the groove with a streaming digit. She lined the bottom of his groove with a light touch from her fingernail. Soon, she knew, she would descend with her tongue and fill the trough with her long wet tongue muscle. She wanted to wait though, to anticipate it so that it would be that much more enjoyable when she finally filled her face with ass flesh. She continued to massage George's buttocks. She rubbed the smooth cheeks, kneaded the flesh, and every now and then wet her finger, either in her pussy or in her mouth, and drew a line down the middle of his ass.
"You're sassy," he told her. "Get into it. Give me the whole treatment, Lucy. I'm ready for your tongue meat in my butt."
"Get up on your knees," she told him, her young voice filled with excitement. "Come on, get up and let me get a feel of your cock while I eat out your asshole."
He lifted himself up on his hands and knees. Lucy's hands had minds of their own. They reached down around George's muscular waist and picked out his flesh cylinder. She rubbed his buttocks with the side of her face while she gave his fuck-stick a good long hand job at the same time. "You know I hope you don't come while I do this. I want you to save your jism for my asshole."
"Don't worry," said George, "there'll be plenty of jism for your asshole. You don't even have to think about that."
"What do you mean, 'plenty of jism'?" she asked, thinking she'd heard something less than tender in his voice. "What have you got planned for me?"
"Oh, nothing, darling," he said in a coddling voice. "Nothing. Just keep eating my asshole, eh?"
Lucy leaned back, convinced that she'd mistaken the tone of voice for something else, and filled the narrow butt groove with her tongue. She licked up and down the trough. She supplied George with all the mouth muscle that he could possibly use. He was being swabbed from stem to stern, and while his ass was getting brushed with hot wet tongue meat, his own beefy joint was getting a good long rub down from Lucy's tender coiled fists. She pulled on his steak with one fist at the base of his cock, and she rubbed the tip with her open palm. She worked him into an incredible heat, so much so that every now and then his cock was twitching involuntarily. Then she began to concentrate on just his asshole.
She pulled her hands out of George's hairy crotch. She applied her long young fingers to opening up his ass crack. She pulled the cheeks apart and slid her tongue to the entrance of his bunghole. She circled the tapered crater, and then dipped in for a preliminary taste. "Mmmm," she hummed, "nice." She rolled her tongue, lapped up and down, the entrance to his shit tube. She circled and dove, drilling the muscular little sphincter spot with all her might. Her tongue floated down through the tight space.
"That's it," George shouted, jerking his hips this way and that. "You got the perfect hold on me, baby." She had his ass cheeks held open, with kneading, pulling, slender fingers, and she had her long narrow tongue drilling down deep into his now wet and slimy asshole. She licked and sucked and even kissed the anus. She got so much pleasure just from reaming out the young man's asshole that she felt her pussy beginning to get ready to gush. "God," she cried, "this makes me so hot, I just love it." She leaned back in and gave him a long kiss on his asshole. She used her tongue, Frenched his bunghole, buggered his butt with her mouth muscle. Her thighs shivered with sexual energy. She was hot to have George's cock in her asshole.
"I want you to fuck me in the butt, now," she said, lifting her face from between his hairy ass loaves. "I want you to send it flying in my asshole."
"Sure, honey," said George, "but in a minute, eh? I want a little more suck action myself. But on my dick, hey? Just a little blow job on my cock, and then I'll give you some real nice ass play that you'll never forget. I promise."
"Alright, George," said Lucy Pines. "I trust you." But for some reason she found herself thinking about her father who she didn't trust at all. She remembered the vicious spanking he'd given her with his leather strap and his bare hand. She couldn't forget the way he'd cruelly palmed her butt again and again in an effort to punish her for her sexual drives. She hated to think that George and her father were at all alike. But there was something in the counselor's tone of voice today that was different from the way he'd acted the day before. She wondered what it was and tried to put it out of her mind as she went down on his full meaty cock.
"Oh, yeah," moaned George. He spread his hands out across Lucy's smooth teenage shoulders. He gripped her hard and forced her down further into his naked lap. She sucked his beef up between her lips and held onto the steely rod as though it were a crow bar. She gripped it at the base with both of her small warm fists, and her tongue went splaying across the tip. It was hot and red, and she loved to feel it rubbing against her lips or against her face, either outside her mouth, or inside, it didn't matter. "Mmmm," she hummed, sucking and lapping away at the stiff rod. "This pecker is so nice, honey. I love to feel it like this." Her fingers milked the base of the rod. "I want it in my asshole, George. Please, shove it up my butt" She kept licking the long candy flesh cane while she waited for his answer.
"When I'm good and ready," said George, holding Lucy's blonde head down between his legs. He rocked her face this way and that to be sure and get the maximum feel from her rubbing lips. He slid her mouth organ back and forth across the highly sensitive mushroom crown. He made sure to get the best feel possible, especially on the topside of his long meaty rod, from Lucy's vigorous licking. For a girl who'd only twenty-four hours before had her first taste of fresh penis, Lucy gave excellent blow job action. "I love it," said George. "You're good, baby. Really good." He watched her head, her mouth, slide along the thick wedge of hot cock flesh that she so desired up her asshole. "You get me good and wet," he said now, "and then I'll jam my pecker so far up your asshole that you won't know what hit you." Just the idea made young Lucy hot to trot. She went actively and passionately about the job of making George as feverish and as stiff as possible. She hummed and licked on his jumbo joint. She washed his meaty prick with her tongue. When she couldn't give him enough licking on the base because her hands were in the way, she let loose and held him from above, from the mushroom crown. She palmed the tip and slid her tongue down the sides of the thick shaft.
"Oh, yeah," moaned George, "we're getting there faster than I thought we would. You keep that suck action going like that, and I'll give you a power drilling with my joint. You just keep up that suck action." She started to lift her head up, but he had her by the back of the neck. He shoved down hard, keeping her head in his crotch. "I want to look up," she said, "just to get a breath."
"No," said George, "not yet."
Again Lucy thought she heard some strange quality in George's voice. But she couldn't calculate what it was. She continued to lick on his rod. And George continued to rub her face along his meat. What he did, however, was glance to the cabin window and make sure that his friends were out of sight. He motioned silently to the waiting faces in the frosted window that they should get down and out of sight. They'd been viewing the suck and lick for some time now, as according to George's plan they were supposed to.
Lucy, who did not know about the other young men who waited their turn with her outside, continued to work feverishly on George's cock. She rubbed her tongue around and around on the stiff flesh pole. She filled her face with so much meat at one point that she nearly gagged. "Are you almost ready?" she asked George without trying to look up. George looked over to the window and motioned everyone there down. When the window was clear of the onlookers he said: "Yeah, you can come up now. My joint is good and stiff. I think I can plow your anus now."
"Aren't you going to lick it first?" she asked. "It's awful dry."
"First," said George, with a careful eye over his shoulder to make sure that his friends were not going to give things away, "I'm going to go for a little slide on that groove of yours."
"Do you want the grease? I brought more zinc oxide."
"No," said George, "that's o.k." He grabbed her hips. "Roll over and let me get a look-see at that fabulous rear end of yours." She willingly obeyed. She stood on all fours, on her hands and knees, her butt in his face. He spread open the smooth cheeks. "Just right," he said, looking over his shoulder again. The faces were there, at least three of them. He winked and went back to Lucy's blonde buttocks. "I'm gonna rub a little with my hands and then I'll scrape out that trough with my pecker." He massaged the smooth warm ass cheeks with his cold hands. His fingers dug deep into the sides of the crack. He pulled it open. "Here's the pecker you like, Lucy. Just a quick feel." He leaned forward and placed the bottom of his cock between the two buttocks. He pried them apart with his fingers. "You like that?" he asked, stroking back and forth by waving his hips forward and backwards.
"Oh, do I like that!" she exclaimed, the blood rushing to her face. She blushed crimson and said: "I love it. I really do."
George was so hot that he could no longer control his own powerful sexual energy. He thrust hard and fast across the spread flesh wings. He twitched and began coming. His jism spurted up around Lucy's neck, and one shot went flying into her hair.
"You're jerking off!" she hollered. "You said you'd save that for my asshole."
"Relax," he moaned, clearly in no mood to talk right now. He was squirting out his terrific load of hot come, into the frozen cabin air, firing away like there was no tomorrow. "Just relax," he sighed. His jism was sliding around on her back, and one shot, when he pulled away, landed on her butt cheek.
"Oooh," moaned George, "that's what I call really nice."
"You didn't even put it into my asshole, though, George. What about me?"
"I told you," said George, "that I'd take care of you, Lucy. Don't worry about a thing. What would you like? A nice little ass lick? A fuck in the cunt?" He smiled sadistically.
"You look like my father when you smile like that, all mean and you don't know why." She was unhappy. She didn't expect she'd get her ass filled with cock flesh, and, somehow, George had changed. "There's something going on," she moaned, "that I don't know about."
"Alright boys," hollered George, "you may as well come in. She knows."
The cabin door inched open. "Is it o.k., George?" asked a young voice.
"Yup," he said, "Lucy's been nearly begging for it. I figure it's time." He looked over at the young girl.
"Oh, shit," she cried. "What the fuck?" She grabbed for her clothes, but George pulled the parka and pants away from her. "What?" she asked. "Oh, no, please-"
"Take it easy, honey," said George, standing up, leaving Lucy alone on the middle of the barren floor. She was nude and shaking with fright and sexual fear. "You can't-"
"Step right up boys. The little lady's cold." George smiled at Lucy. "These here are some of my friends," he said, "and they're going to help you get the nice little butt fuck you been wanting." George dressed while he made introductions. "This is Kevin, one of my fellow counselors, Andy, another older man for you-" Andy was really George's age. "-and this here is our oldest camper-he's sixteen-just a year older than you, and his name is Larry. Now you just get ready, honey," said George who was fully dressed now, "because you're going to have yourself the butt fucking of your life. Ha, ha, ha," he laughed. "I really do mean that too. These guys are gonna give you everything you been begging for. Just smile."
"I don't want to," moaned Lucy, pounding the floor with her bare fists. "You can't make me.
"Now, honey," said George, "of course we can make you. In fact, there probably isn't any other way we'll get our young friends here what they want. See, babe, love is a two way street. You want a good solid anal fuck? They want a little action. After all," he added, "you are the only woman here at the camp, and most of these fellows are too young to go into town to the bars, so, well, I guess you're stuck with them." He smiled again, and then he walked out of the cabin, saying as he went. "Thanks, Lucy." And to the other boys he said: "I'll be waiting outside if you need anything." He shut the door behind him.
The circle of young men closed tight around Lucy's naked body.