Chapter 7
Old man Pines paced the floor of his cabin. He looked out the window at one point, and saw nothing. But on his return trip, the next time at the window, he saw four young men straggling down the side of the mountain. He couldn't make out who they were, and the first time he saw them he paid them no mind, just continued to pace, dragging his lame leg behind him, pivoting and swiveling around at the fireplace, making yet another trip across the roughshod floor of his cabin. But on the third look, he saw that the campers and the counselors were laughing uproariously, that they were in good humor. And he stopped this time, stared out the window and watched them. One of the four men turned and looked back up the snow covered hill. And he pointed. The others turned, too. They laughed and pointed at the figure of a fifth camper, or so thought Pines at first glance-a fifth camper making his way down the hillside. He paid it no mind, until, of course, he recognized that the last straggler coming down the hill was not a boy, but his daughter, Lucy. Now he knew where she'd been.
Even before Lucy made her way into the cabin, her father had unstrapped his belt. She opened the door and said: "Hi, Dad, I was-" She saw the belt in his hand. "Oh, no," she said, "please, no." She started to back out the still open door.
"Come here," said the ex-marine. "Get your butt over here."
She closed the door behind her. "Daddy, please, let me explain."
"After I beat the living daylights out of you, you can explain." Seconds later he'd cornered her, pulled her trousers down and whipped her where she'd fallen on the floor. He threw away the belt and beat her bare bottom with his open hand. He spanked her and wouldn't let her go until she began crying and wailing and swearing that nothing had happened, that she was being wrongly punished. Then he let her up, scolded her viciously with a foul tongue, and sent her up to bed.
In front of the mirror she swore vengeance against the young men who had assaulted her, against her father who beat her bare bottom, and against George, in particular, who had taken her virginity, used her innocence, and had arranged for the anal rape. But as she undressed, as she saw once again that her body, though tired and full of jism which dripped from her asshole, was in fact in one piece, that she was really not hurt and that she was still pretty, her anger subsided. She looked at her smooth titties, and except for one hickey, she was largely unharmed, unmarked. She examined her tight little rose-bud nipples, and they, too, were all right, not hurt. She rubbed her belly where it had been so cold before, and she was happy to be home in the warmth of the cabin bedroom. She took off all of her clothes, dressed in her housecoat, made her way to the bathroom, showered, dressed again and then climbed into bed.
Her father came up and reprimanded her again for some deed that he wasn't sure she was guilty of. Then he left her alone. She fell asleep in a daze and dreamed about young men fucking her asshole. She dreamed that they slid their peckers up between her neat firm buttocks, that she was able to take on all comers, that she loved every inch of phallus that they had for her, and that she would fuck them all as many times as they liked. In the middle of the night, when her father snored somewhere else in the room-she didn't know where-Lucy woke up and tip-toed downstairs in only her housecoat.
The fire continued to burn in the fireplace. She stretched out in front of the dwindling embers and spread her long lean legs. She reached one hand into her cunt and began massaging her pussy. Though it had been a rough time for her up in the cabin in the mountain, she herself had not enjoyed an orgasm. She was horny to have a climax, to finish herself off. Perhaps it was the fear of the young men, that they might hurt her, that had prevented her enjoying the sex before. But now, in front of the fire, in the dawn light, she worked her hand up into her pussy. Her long middle finger rubbed inside her honey pot. Her clit pulsed, and the juice, so much of it, from her point of view, wasted up in the lift cabin, began to flow again. She could feel the ooze run down her fingers between her butt cheeks. She sensed her body begin to wake up again, to melt after the long naked hours up on the hill, to heat up in passion, with fever. She raised her knees and moaned out loud: "Oh, God, please." She rubbed her thighs with her open palm and used one hand to rub her tender buttocks. The cheeks were smooth and fresh. She worked a finger up into the sore asshole space. But despite the terrific beating she'd taken on the hill, her butt wanted more stimulation. She needed it in order to climax.
The fire burned bright in the blue dawn light. Lucy jerked her clitoris in a steady rhythm. She tweaked herself and then started a slow tease, rubbing softly across her clit. She rubbed with her finger inside her pussy. And she also kept her finger going in her anus. She didn't want to stick it up there too far, because that, she suspected would hurt, but she did want to get enough of a feel that she would enjoy the pleasure of orgasm. "Mmm," she hummed to herself, "I think I can do it." She rubbed her anus and her cunt at the same time. She pulled her finger out of her twat and rubbed the entire outer mound. Her beaver was wet and bristly. She scrubbed her forest with an open palm that slid easily across the tops of her vaginal lips. Her legs squeezed involuntarily shut around her wrist. She felt her own soft loin flesh clasping at her probing hand and fingers. She reached in again, filled herself with a long middle digit, and then jerked her hips in some preliminary spasm that she suspected would soon turn into an out and out climax. She stuffed more of her other hand into her asshole.
But it was tight in there, and not slippery enough. Earlier, when she'd showered, she'd washed out all the jism and all the lubricant. She regretted not having left some of the oil there. She wanted her own orgasm now, and she needed something to make it easy to get her asshole going. Temporarily, she gave up the warmth of the fire and marched into the kitchen. She searched the cupboards and located what she wanted. Careful not to spill any of it, she poured herself a small cup full of cooking oil. Then she went back to the living room fire. The fire had gone down somewhat, so she stoked it with a fresh log. The embers blasted up and pieces of cinder, still burning, rose up through the chimney.
Lucy arranged herself on the rug in front of the hearth. She spread herself out again. Her long slender blonde legs were willing to take what little chill was left in the air in order to permit her hand to search for and locate her pussy. She reached in and tried to build herself up to that previous high. When her legs began to shiver with excitement instead of with the cold, she reached her free hand to the cup of oil beside her. She dipped one finger into the cup and greased it. Then she placed that finger between her legs and rubbed at the sore anal crater. She greased it, spread the smooth greasy oil around in small circles. She returned to the cup for more of the cooking lubricant. She greased her finger again and again, and repeatedly she applied her finger up her asshole. She shoved the oiled digit up higher and higher with each new application of the oil. Finally it became easy to rub her butt tube with her digit. The hole and the tube were coated with smooth grease. Lucy's finger could ride up inside her ass as high as she liked. Now, it was no effort at all to finger-fuck her own butt and pussy.
She began to work her cunt and her anus vigorously. She jammed her finger all the way up her asshole and kept tweaking her clit with her other hand. Occasionally she would rub a bit of her clit juice, that slippery ooze, onto her titties, and there she would provide herself with a small rub and tease. Finally, her passion mounting, she began to twist her hips. Slowly, she worked her way toward orgasm.
She thought, at one point, that she'd heard her father's stirring upstairs. She no longer needed any oil, so she threw the cup of grease onto the fire. It kindled up, exploded mildly, and sent bright yellow flames shooting upwards. She put the cup aside and returned to jerking herself off. She could always say, merely by rolling over and looking into the hearth, that she'd come downstairs to get warm. She continued to work her feverish cunt.
Finally, after much stroking and rubbing, she felt the preliminary chills of orgasm climbing up her spine. She could tell that this was not a chill from the cold or the snow. She knew the difference well. The heat in her asshole, the rubbing in her cunt, her shaking, trembling bowels all added up to a good healthy climax. She began to imagine fat phallus' jamming up her asshole. She pretended that her finger was a long bony prick, and that the finger in her cunt was a big dildo. She imagined herself on a huge stage in some big city. She was stretched out in front of an audience on a comfortable platform. She needled her pussy in front of them, and then she showed them her smooth ass cheeks, her rounded buttocks. They applauded the fine curvature of her full moon. She fantasized that they were all of them hungering for her butt, that they would pay to have her asshole for their cocks and their mouths. She wondered what it would be like if some of the members of the audience were women. She began to think about eating out another woman's pussy and asshole, and she considered what she would shove up a woman's butt. She decided, just as she was fingering her own butt, so she would have to give the other woman a piece of her finger.
Then she started to moan. The crackling fire in front of her burned higher and higher. So did Lucy's hot passions. She cried out, "Oh, yes, God, I'm going to come." She rubbed her greasy cunt with her middle digit, in particular the hefty clitoris meat that had long been erect and twitching. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, shoving her finger up into the folds of her anus. "Ahhhhhh, I love it." She pounded her butt down on her well-greased finger. "That's it," she cried out. "Uuuuuhhh." The gush in her cunt flowed steadily, and her hips shook with involuntary convulsions as her climax took over her body all together. "Ahhhhh," she sighed softly as the orgasm passed. "It was nice," she said in a low whisper to herself, "but not so nice as with the real cocks I had up in that cabin." She rolled over and slept for a while in front of the warm fire.
The blue dawn had given way to a crisp yellow beam of bright sunlight when Lucy woke to the sound of a knock at the cabin door. She scrambled to her feet and gathered her robe tight around her chest. She leaned her head to the cabin door. "Who's there?" she asked, still half-asleep.
"It's Greg Carter," said the husky voice of the supplies man. "Your father here?"
"Yes," said Lucy, picking up the heavy bolt and throwing the door open. Greg Carter stood in front of her with his lumberjack coat fastened and zippered up to the neck. He held a hand tight at his throat to keep the cold out. "Come in," said Lucy in a low whisper. He came into the cabin and she shut the door behind him. He was a big man, in his young thirties. He had dark hair covered with a light frost. "Your old man," he told Lucy, "is supposed to come to town for the week's supplies. He up?"
"No," said Lucy. "Can't you go alone."
"Need the car," said Greg. "Better wake him."
Lucy eye balled the man's thick arms. Even under the coat she could tell he was strong and muscular, that he was well-built and large. She couldn't help a quick glance to his crotch. She was still asleep and dreaming about the pleasures of sexual intercourse in her anus. "No," she said, "I'll drive in with you." In the mountains she'd learned to drive by the time she was thirteen.
"O.k.," said Greg. "Better get dressed warm though. It's cold out there."
Lucy made her way upstairs and came back in a flash dressed in her parka and ski-boots and corduroy trousers. "You don't look any less pretty," said Greg Carter as they left the cabin, "dressed like a man than you did in your housecoat." They started up the Camp Thunderbird truck. Lucy drove.
Half-way up the canyon road, iced and slippery, she told Greg that it might be better if he took the wheel. "Sure," he said, and he started out the door on his side. But Lucy grabbed him by the arm. "I'll just slip over you." She lifted herself up and slid over his crotch with her soft rear end. They changed places that way, and she ended up on the passenger side of the truck. Greg ended up in the driver's seat with a firming fuck-stick. "You know," he said, throwing the stick shift into gear, "you got a lot of balls for a kid."
"I ain't a kid," said Lucy, reaching her hand along Greg's thigh. "And neither are you." He steered the steep incline with Lucy's hand rubbing between his legs. "AH right," he said finally, "I don't care if you are Ace Pines' daughter, we're stopping right here." He pulled the open truck to the side of the road and grabbed her wrist. He hugged her up close to him, kissed her with his long hefty tongue. "Mmmmm," she sighed, "this is a lot better."
She kissed him back with her open teenage mouth. He rubbed the inside of her oral orifice with his long wet tongue. He gave her a good French kiss and then said: "Let's get in the back and make use of this fucking truck." She followed him out of the cab and into the canvas covered platform behind the truck. There were plenty of blankets and a lot of furniture pads that they put to good use.
He spread her out on the wood base of the floor of the platform. "Get ready, honey, I'm gonna give you what you been looking for."
"I sure hope so," said Lucy, whispering in his ear. "I sure do hope so." She reached her hands into his crotch. Her palms rubbed around between his legs, in his levis. "Those things are too heavy." He reached down and unbuckled his belt. Lucy flashed on her father's stiff strap beating her ass. Then the memory passed. Greg had his trousers down and she could feel his hot meat. She rubbed his groin, between his legs, her wrists grazing on the sides of his hog. "You have a big dick, Greg," she said. "Is it strong?"
"Let me put it this way," said Carter. "It's strong enough to give a punk like you everything you ever dreamed about."
"Good," said Lucy. "Because I have a lot of dreams that I want you to help me with." She slid down between his legs and stuffed his mushroom crown between her thick moist lips. She tongued the tip and then rolled her mouth muscle down the side of the shaft. Arriving at the base she said: "It's thick enough, that's for sure!"
"You just get it hard enough," he told her, rubbing his hands in her blonde mane. "And I'll give you all the fuck you want."
"And will you give it to me," she asked, kissing his big hairy balls, "the way I want it?" She cupped her palm under his ass and drove a finger up into his anus.
"It's like that, is it?" grunted Carter. "Sure, I'll give it to you up the ass, kid. You just smile for me. But get your finger out of my butt. I don't like it. Less of course you want to eat it."
"Sure," said Lucy. "Bend over."
Carter arranged himself so that the teenager could get her tongue up his asshole. He had to climb down between the blankets. His ass ended up in front of Lucy's face. "Go to it," he said to her smooth calves, talking between her legs. "You got what you want there, or some of it, anyhow."
Lucy plowed her tongue down the groove of Carter's butt. She kissed the hairy muscular ass cheeks, and she worked her mouth down toward his anus. "I hope you showered this morning," she said. Then she drilled his ass-hole with hot tongue meat. She probed his sphincter muscle with her mouth organ. His butt hole was bigger than Larry's had been, larger, too, than George's. She liked it. "I love this muscle of yours," she said, reaching around to his cock. "I like the way it squeezes." She was referring to both his cock and his anus at the same time. She rubbed the man's butt hole and his dick. She used her tongue in his ass, her hands for his penis. "I like giving you a good hot rub down, Greg Carter. It's something I dreamed about a lot of times."
"Well, honey," he said, enjoying the ream, "I guess you got yourself a dream come true."
"Not yet," she said, "there's a lot of other stuff I dreamed about doing with you." She laughed to herself and continued to lick Greg's anus. He was more confident than the younger men, and Lucy was coming by the sex voluntarily. It made her feel better to know that she had chosen to eat out this man's butt. It made her feel good to know that he would soon be pounding his meat into her willing asshole, too. "Mmmm," she hummed, licking the flesh folds around his bunghole. "You got what I like, Greg Carter."
"O.k.," he said, "let loose up there and let me get a little feel of your ass, baby." He pulled her trousers off of her and rubbed her fanny with inspecting hands. "Nice," he said. "Nice and soft." He massaged her tender teenage butt cheeks. They were as smooth as glass, melted in his palms like powder snow. "We're gonna ram my rod right on up this little bung-hole of yours, honey. You're gonna remember why they call me the supply man." He leaned into between her buttocks and kissed the groove. "Smooth and soft," he said. "Even got a little oil in there. Been playing with yourself?"
"What if I have?" snapped Lucy. "What's that to you?"
"I don't give a shit if you been sitting on doorknobs, honey. Just so long as it's good and clean in there. That's all that I care about. Don't want to go rubbing my dick in no filthy shit hole, catching one disease after another. Know what I mean? You keep it clean and that's all I care about."
"It's clean," said Lucy. "What do you think? I fuck everybody?"
"I don't think about nothin'," said Greg. He leaned his nose and his tongue up into the smooth crater. "Yeah," he said, "nice and greasy." He reached a finger around into Lucy's mound. He poked her with his long middle digit, filled her flesh cave with his strong finger. Her clit was erect, and there was still plenty of slippery ease-juice from her morning exercise, from her early morning masturbation. "Nice," he said softly, having located her clit. "Very nice." He rubbed the half-inch piece of sensitized flesh. It came erect and ready within seconds. "You're hot, honey," he told her. "Good and greasy and hot." He finger-fucked her cunt while his other hand wandered up for a feel of her long soft titties. His tongue wandered around feeling up her asshole. She squirmed in his arms.
"Come on," she said, thrusting her butt into his face, "give it to me right."
"You wet down my pecker," he told her, "one more time, and then I'll jam up your butt crotch, honey. How's that sound?" She didn't even speak. She merely changed her position so that she could get a good hold on his phallus. She wrapped her fists around the base and stuffed the head into her mouth. She rubbed with the broadside of her tongue at the head of his meat. The cap was red and flaming, ready for just about anything. She sucked the rim of his cock, not by stuffing the entire pecker in her mouth, but from the sides, rolling her head around the meaty cock cap, kissing and licking the rim. Then she splayed her mouth organ across the shaft of the fuck-muscle. She coiled her tongue around it and rubbed up and down. Her lips nibbled and added bite to the suck. "O.k.," groaned Greg Carter, "I'm hot and ready, honey."
She went up his belly, kissed his navel and then his manly titties. She rubbed her hands through the thick fur on his chest and shoulders. When she got up to his face, she kissed his mouth, pressing her tongue into his oral cavity. She licked the insides of his cheeks and rubbed her opening twat on his stiff member. She spread clit juice along the top side of his pecker with her active young pussy. Then she reached down with one hand while she continued to kiss him and put his cock up against her belly so that she could coat the underside of the meat with her open honey pot. The lubricating thus accomplished, she turned over and gave him her backside. "I think you're ready," she whispered. "Let's see, anyhow."
Carter rubbed his lubricated cock along the top of the canyon between Lucy's soft buttocks. He gave the underside of his penis a long slide up and back. He repeated the stroking action. "Come on," begged Lucy, "stop fucking around and shove it in me. I don't have all day, you know."
"Take it easy, baby," said Carter. "You got to be ready, or it ain't gonna be no fun at all."
"I'm ready, I tell ya," she moaned. "I want it up my asshole." She reached back and spread her cheeks for him. "There's plenty of grease and my hole's plenty big. I want that fuck-stick in my tube." She suddenly saw her father with his strap in his hand whipping her buttocks. But she put the picture out of her mind. He would never know, she told herself. "Come on," she moaned, "shove it in."
Carter lifted his cock to the right spot. He took one stroke under her anus, along her wet pussy, but on the back swing he went high, up into the spread iris sphincter. "Uuuuuhhhh," grunted Lucy as the large mushroom head squeezed through the tight bunghole muscle. "That's one hell of a big cock." Carter laughed and thrust his hips forward, spearing Lucy's butt the way he would have stuffed a pig. "You ain't had nothing yet."
"Awk!" she cried, her plaintive yells muffled by the blankets and canvas canopy on the back of the truck. Her anal tube was filled with the big cap and thick shaft of Carter's hefty beef. "You gonna give me one hell of a fucking," she moaned. Carter smiled to himself and jerked his hips backwards, just far enough to pull his mushroom head to the edge of the tight teenage ass muscle. "Mmmm," he sighed. "Nice."
Lucy backed up on the shaft, grabbed with her bunghole at the stem. She wanted it back down in her, deep inside. She rolled her hips on the phallus, jamming her buttocks up into Carter's hot crotch. She could feel the moist pubic hair around his dick and balls scratching her butt crack. She wanted to feel it up in her crater, because that way she would know that his cock was all the way in her butt. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, shifting her weight. She was up on her hands and knees with the long pecker filling her anus. "Uuuuumph," she grunted, sucking with her anal cavity. "Give me all of that thing."
He rubbed his thick cock shaft from side to side in her anal crotch. He had the muscle as spread out as possible. He could feel the contractions of Lucy's shit tube around his meat. It was like one long cylinder of muscle, a tube of squeeze on his joint. The oil inside made everything easy, but it didn't make the anal fuck any less tight. It was a perfect fit. "Ahh," he moaned, reaching up for her titties. He took a good hold on both breasts and tugged the long, pendulous titties downward. She screeched in agony and ecstasy as Carter fondled her boobies. The flesh was soft and pliant and covered with sexual chills. "Mmmm," he hummed in her ear. He leaned forward, his head close to hers, and rubbed his cheek against her soft face. He kissed the nape of her neck while he fondled her titties and rammed his great poker up her asshole. His groin was flush with her buttocks. "You getting your dream come true, honey?" he asked her.
"Ooooh, God, yes," she moaned. "This is it, Greg. But rub my titties harder. Please rub my titties."
He pressed his palms firmly against her nipples and pushed upwards, flattening the breasts against her chest. He rubbed them and massaged them, and then he pinched the budding nipples themselves. He pulled and tweaked the hot flesh tips, giving Lucy an extra special thrill while he rode her buttocks. "Ahhhhh," she gasped, "good. What about my cunt, too. Rub in my twat with your finger."
Greg left one hand to fondle her titties, and with the other he attacked Lucy's honey pot. The sweet ooze was pouring like she had a hose in there. It was an open faucet, only instead of water, there was clit juice. He rubbed his middle digit into the orifice, and then, seeing that there was extra room, he added his index finger. He pumped her cunt with both digits, rubbing especially hard on her clitoral erection. The slippery piece of flesh slid neatly between his fingers. With every stroke it twitched.
"Uuuuuhhh ... ahhhh ... oooohhh," gasped Lucy, her hips sweating. "Your cock, Carter," she begged, "your cock. Make it longer. Make it longer."
He jammed his hips against the tops of her buttocks. Spearing her as hard as he could, his joint inched forward deeper in her anal tube.
"Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, "I'm coming. Oh, yeah, I'm coming." Carter let go with his own orgasm. The jism from his balls shot through his long bone into Lucy's shit reservoir. He filled her bowels and her colon with fresh pudding. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted again. "It's so nice." His stream of come set her pelvis rocking and rolling. He'd triggered her anus orgasm, and tremors spread across her fanny. She shook like a giggling ape, her butt end vibrating all the come out of his hog. When he finally yanked his flesh prong out of her fanny, Lucy was in total ecstasy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed frantically at his face, at his eyes and his nose and his cheeks. Her sweltering open mouth shoved tongue meat into his lips and she Frenched him. She went down his neck, kissing his hairy shoulders, mouthing his manly nipples and licking the little titties. She went down on his belly and landed her hands around the swollen fuck-stick that had fucked her anus. She grabbed it like a baseball bat and swung the red oozing tip into her face. Her lips went sucking up and down the length of the hot rod, and her tongue lashed out to lick at all the ooze and jism and oil that she could get at. She slid her open mouth around the whole juicy meat, finally, and hummed on it. "Oh, God," she said, pulling away afterwards, "that was a fine anal fuck, Carter. I loved that." She even went back for more of his anus, sucking and licking at the hot crater, stuffing her tongue up inside his tube.
"O.k., already," said Greg, "I get the idea. You're a hot young dish and you love assholes and you love fucking in the butt. Put your pants on. We got to get to town to get those supplies, or your daddy's gonna have my ass when we get back."
They drove the rest of the way up the canyon and into town in silence. They loaded the truck without saying much of anything at all. On the way back Lucy offered to drive, but Greg Carter just shook his head and said: "I like it better this way."
But half a mile outside of Camp Thunderbird he pulled over to the side of the road again. "I got to get one more shot up that asshole of yours, sweetheart, before I go back to work." He led her back to the platform again. They made a space between the stacks of bags of potatoes and sides of beef that would be consumed by the campers at Thunderbird.
Lucy willingly pulled down her trousers and showed Greg her come filled butt.
"You want me to eat you first or something?" she asked.
"No, I don't want to fuck around this time. Just a quick run up that asshole of yours is all I want. You got enough juice in there to let a mule fuck you, so I ain't worried about that." He unbuckled his trousers and rubbed his pecker along the space between her flesh loaves. When he was hard enough, he jammed his long sword into her bunghole. He went all the way in, as far as his groin would permit. She sucked with her anus on the shaft of his hot rod. He buggered her quickly, coming only seconds after he'd entered her fine shit tube. She squeezed, and though there wasn't a great deal of physical pleasure for Lucy during this particular fuck session, she loved the thought of getting a prick in her anus any time she wanted it. Carter jerked and throbbed at the end, spreading his semen juice around the inside of Lucy's anal cavity. When he pulled out he asked her: "What would your father say if he knew you were out here fucking me?"
"He'd probably whip the shit out of me," said Lucy, pulling her corduroys up around her waist. "Yup, he'd probably beat me black and blue and send me packing."
Carter smiled. "You can pack in at my place anytime you want, honey. Any time at all."
When they pulled up at the cabin Ace Pines was out on the stoop. Carter wasn't even off the truck when the ex-marine yelled at him: "I trust you Carter, so I won't even ask what took you and my daughter so long. But if I ever find out, I won't just beat her." He turned and limped into his cabin.