Chapter 8

That night old man Pines left Lucy alone in the cabin. "Don't open this door until I get back," he told her. "You do, and I'll know about it. Keep the bar down and don't let no one in here. I'll be back early afternoon tomorrow." He left in the car.

A fresh snow fell at eleven. Lucy stroked the fire and discovered that she needed more wood. The shed, some twenty yards from the cabin, held fresh logs. She unlocked the door and made the trek out for wood. On the way back, however, porting two heavy pieces of wood, she was stopped by George and Kevin who'd been hiding outside the cabin.

"Well, well, well," said George, "look what we have here. Didn't see you at breakfast this morning, Lucy. Not up at the lift cabin either. What happened?"

Kevin reached out and stroked her arm. "Gettin' it someplace else, Lucy?" She moved past them, but when she came to the stoop, George stood squarely in front of her.

"Let me by," she insisted. "I had enough of your kind the other day."

"Not nearly enough for my tastes," said George. "You got away without much of anything from me. And I aim to make up for that." He started to grab her. She tossed one log down on his foot, scrambled past. Kevin reached for the loose tail of her parka, but she managed to pull free. He was left holding a piece of nylon rag. She raced for the cabin door, and before either of the two counselors could prevent it, Lucy had slammed the heavy wood door shut. From outside, they heard the bolt thud in place. "Shit," said Kevin. "Piss me off."

Inside, though, she'd only retrieved one of the two pieces of wood she'd hoped for, Lucy stoked the fire. It would do until well into the morning. She sat down in front of the hearth and prepared for a long night. Minutes later, however, she heard jeering and hooting outside the cabin. A group of campers had gathered, led by the counselors, and they shouted at her: "What's the matter? Don't want any tonight?" And "Come on out, honey, "we'll give it to you just right!" Then they took up a chorus: "Lucy's a good fuck and we want her now. Lucy's a good fuck and we want her now. They chanted it over and over again.

She stood at the window watching them. Suddenly, one of them suggested getting the door open. They came up on the stoop and fiddled with the latch. If they worked hard enough, she knew, they could get into the cabin. Another boy worked alone at the window. She started upstairs to where she knew her father kept a gun, but then she saw the door start to give way, to creak. In fright, she tripped at the staircase. Frantic, she turned around and saw that the boys were now making their way through the window, shouting: "There she is! I'm first. Come on." She closed her eyes and prayed. She considered herself doomed, but she hoped, with her eyes closed, that they would not hurt her too badly, that she would only come away from the assault fucked and not hurt so that she couldn't fuck again.

But just at the moment when she thought they'd be dragging her from the stairs into the middle of the living room, there to rape her, she heard a deep masculine voice say: "Hey, what do you kids think you're doing?" She recognized the logger's voice, and she opened her eyes. He was pulling two of Camp Thunder-bird's more ambitious younger members out of the window. "Thank God," she cried out.

"Open the door, Lucy. They're gone now." said the logger.

She made her way to the door and lifted the bolt. "My God," she said, "you saved my life."

"Ah, they're just kids," said Paul Jackson. He was a big man, with blond hair and light features. He had blue eyes and he was supremely confident of himself. "Where's your old man?" he asked, shutting the cabin door behind him. "He'd never let those kids get anywhere near here."

"He's in town," she said in a sweet voice. "Gone for the night."

"That so?" said the logger. "Well, I wonder what he's up to."

"You know," she said, "it's good to have a strong man here again. Without my father around I feel so helpless. Like the only woman in a prison camp or something. I worry."

Paul put his arm around Lucy's shoulder. "Don't worry about anything at all. I'll take care of you."

"Good," said Lucy, throwing the bolt on the door again. "I was hoping you'd say that." He caught her meaning and followed her to the rug in front of the blazing fire. "Mmmmm," said Lucy, making a comfortable place for them both, "why don't you sit here?" He accepted her cordial invitation and sat next to her on the floor in front of the fire. She immediately patted him on the thigh. "You came by in just the nick of time."

"Looks like I did," said the logger, zipping his jacket open. He inspected Lucy's long blonde hair, her rounded shoulders, and her long legs. "I bet under that parka and those pants you're quite a woman. Maybe those kids were right."

"Maybe so," she flirted. "Maybe so."

"Maybe I should just try and find out," said Paul Jackson.

"Maybe you should," Lucy said softly. "Maybe you should."

He leaned toward her. She stayed put. He opened his mouth and she closed her eyes. Then he pressed his mouth against hers. He shot his tongue, in one neat stroke, deep into her oral cavity. She sucked on it, and then she gave him back some of her own. His hands lifted and toured the gentle contours of her torso. He rubbed the sides of her chest and landed his palms on her breasts. He held the kiss and massaged her long, pendular titties. "Mmmmm," she sighed, tearing herself away from his kiss, "maybe I should take off this parka. It's awfully warm in here."

"Yeah," said the logger. "I think I'll get rid of this jacket, too. The fire's plenty of heat for me." He quickly removed his jacket.

Lucy reached for the top button of his flannel shirt. "You probably won't need this either." One by one she unbuttoned his shirt. She opened it up by sliding her hand across his hairy chest and onto his shoulder where she squeezed at the bulging muscles of his broad back. He mirrored" her actions by undoing her blouse. His hands reached into her smooth young chest and fondled the flesh of her titties. The nipples were upright and pointy. Even in the dim cabin firelight he could see that they were cherry and that the mountainous titties themselves were smooth and creamy. He rubbed both breasts with his kneading fingers and palms. Then he pulled her close to his now bare chest and pressed her body against his. "Uuuuhhh," she gasped, "it's so good to be in the arms of a real man."

His hands combed her silky blonde hair. He held her with one hand by the nape of the neck and pressed her face to his. His mouth opened and his tongue entered her willing oral orifice. They French kissed while Lucy's agile hands went touring his crotch. She rubbed at his firming fuck muscle. Both of her hands worked at the stiff material of his trousers. Finally, frustrated by the pants, she began to rip at the belt buckle. In her excitement, however, she could not keep track of how to get it undone.

"Here," said Paul Jackson, "I'll get that for you." He stood up, and his huge body towered over the teenager. She looked up his long legs, up into his face. He was stern and would not, she suspected, be terribly soft on her. On the other hand, he would take this firm approach and make her an excellent fuck. He removed his pants, all the time looking at her. "You too, Lucy," he said simply while he undid his shoes. "Get undressed."

She balked-why she didn't know-but then she took off all her clothes. The rug and their clothing made a good, warm pillow, one which they would use shortly.

Now, however, Lucy stared up at the standing man. She was looking up from under his balls and cock. Already the monster organ was firming. He had a jumbo cock. She reached up between his spread legs and rubbed his hairy loins. "You're strong," she said. "You look very strong."

"Mmmm," said the logger. "You rub alright, honey. You do nicely." He smiled and watched Lucy rub her hands between his legs. She worked on her knees, between his spread feet, looking up still at his extended jumbo joint. She reached up higher, past his balls and around his cock. She wrapped her hands around the base of his pecker, and she squeezed. "Yeah," he told her, "you know just what to do, too." She rubbed smoothly along the shaft of his dick. She had one palm on one side, and one palm was on the other. She rubbed both of her hands down toward the prick head. They were coordinated to arrive in unison at the cap. "Nice," said the logger. She worked her hands up and down his long fat fuck-stick. "You do that very nice," he said, still standing with his genitals hanging over her.

Lucy sat up taller. Her long pendular titties pointed slightly outward. Her smooth shoulders were barely in reach. What was available to the logger was her head. He grabbed her around the ears, and then with one hand at the nape of her neck, he pushed her face into his spread crotch. "Go on and suck it." He shoved her mouth against his prick. She spread her lips around the thick shaft. Her tongue pressed against the side of the meat. Her face went sliding back and forth across the side of the boner. "Uuuuhhh," she moaned, her face filling with fresh hot blood and a cherry blush. "Ooooooh."

"You like it," he said observantly. "You do like a good hot meat, eh?"

"Mmmmm," she nodded in his hands. He pressed her face firmly against his expanded pecker. She took it upon herself to mouth the organ. She crammed the explosive meat head in her lips. Again her tongue pressed against the available flesh framed between her open lips. She slid her mouth muscle across the hot penis, jammed the major portion of the joy rod into the back of her face. She slid one hand around his thigh and came up with a finger in his ass crack. She rubbed there while her lips sucked on the head of his joint. Her other hand cupped and rolled his testicles. Still she was below him, with his flesh prong pointed down into her face, and still he held her head securely in his hands. He could roll her face across his penis at will. "You give nice header," he said. "I like the way you suck cock."

She let the penis slide out from her lips. "I like to suck on other things, too," she said softly. She looked back down at the hot joy rod. She blew her moist breath along the length of the jumbo manly prick. She kept sliding her finger between his firm buttocks. She worked her palm up and down along his ass cheek. "I like to kiss your balls, for one things," she said. She leaned into his scrotum with her mouth open and tongued his hot rocks. "I like to suck on the head of your penis." She licked and rubbed the head of the meaty joint as quickly as she could. She used the broadside of her fat tongue to spread juice all along the mushroom cap. "I like to kiss your belly, if you'll let me." He released his hold around her head, at her neck and on the side of her face. She raised up off her knees and squatted so that she could still sit and kiss his lean, hairy stomach. She rubbed her lips around in a circle on his hips and across the top of his pelvis. Then she reached up and tweaked his titties, with both hands, still kissing his chest. Rubbing her titties against his balls and dick, she stood up slowly, rubbing, massaging, licking. She ended up at his face, with her hands tied to his rump, kissing him in the mouth. "Mmm." she said, "I like a man who lets me give him what I want to."

"Sure," said Paul Jackson the logger, "and I like a young teenage girl who has something to give." He sat down and she followed him to the rug in front of the carpet. She told him to lay on his belly and that she would show him what other kinds of sucking she liked to do. He agreed and spread himself out on his belly. He looked into the fire while Lucy began caressing him with her mouth.

She started at his shoulders. She kissed the muscles that were in his neck and back. She lay down along his back side with her bush pressed against the crack in his ass. He could feel the gentle leak of clit juice dripping into his ass canyon. "Honey," he groaned, "you are just right." Her weight on his large body was nothing to him. It was a gentle feather of flesh pressing against him. Her cunt rubbed slowly up and down against his ass cheeks. "You know just how to work that thing of yours."

She spread her legs open. She clamped herself onto one of his muscular legs, onto the back of his thigh, while she slid down toward his buttocks. Her hands reached under his pelvis and played with his saliva-covered cock. She rubbed his penis, under him, while she kissed the small of his back. "O.k.," she cautioned him, "now I'm going to give you the best suck of all, Paul. I think you'll like it, but you tell me if it's not right. I want to make you happy, honey. I want to give you a really fine suck." She leaned her head down close to his hairy ass cheeks. She pressed her smooth cheek against his hairy buttock. With one hand she played lightly and slowly, caressing his ass cheek. "I like to play with things like this," she said to the logger. "It gives me a thrill." She had one hand under him, working his meaty erect phallus, and the other hand she used to play with his ass moon. She slid her finger along the groove of the logger's buttocks. She arrived at his anus and warned him again: "I'm going to suck this out the best of all."

She picked herself up a little. She pressed her open mouth against his butt. She kissed his ass. She kissed each cheek separately. Then she opened her lips and gave him a long, sloppy tonguing, across each ass half. She licked at his buttocks as though they were big suckers, the kind of lollipops that little blonde girls at carnivals go around licking. She rubbed her face into the crack in his rump. "Mmmm," she sighed, "I just love to get my face into a good healthy ass fuck."

"Good for you," said the logger. "Maybe you'd like it better then, for your sucking, if I were to sit on your face. You could get in there easier and I'd be able to work on your titties, too."

"Sure," said Lucy. "I was afraid to suggest it because I wasn't sure if you'd let me. But I'd like that." She lay down and the logger crouched his huge ass over her face. He sat down close enough to her that she could look directly up into the hole. He squatted and leaned in her direction, with his open hands, and his palms went rubbing on her long pendular titties.

Lucy, for her part, supplied the logger with a healthy tongue. She reached up into his asshole with the tip of her mouth muscle and filled the cavity right from the beginning. She gave him a good long reaming. Her tongue was everywhere. "Oh, God, yes," she moaned between licks, "I love to have a nice smile in my face."

"Mmmmm," said the logger, kneading her breasts and rubbing her belly, squatting on her face, his asshole in her mouth, "you do an excellent job honey." He could feel Lucy's long tongue riding up inside his shit tube. He knew that such a suck was sometimes difficult, so he appreciated a good tongue job. It made him especially horny because while she reamed him, while he sat on her pretty teenage face, he could lean down and work her titties, her big boobies, or rub her smooth belly. It was the perfect position for that kind of action. "Ooooh, good," he told her, rubbing her chest and her taut stomach. "Just keep that up for another minute."

Not only did Lucy keep up the fine tonguing in the logger's bunghole, but she also applied a hand to his cock. She reached up between his squatting thighs and grabbed his fuck muscle. She squeezed it as she pressed her tongue into the wide shit hole. She pulled on the head, or rubbed it, as was her want, and continued to eat out his shit tube.

"Oh, yeah, baby," moaned the logger, getting hotter and hornier. "You know your business alright."

Lucy pulled her tongue out of the logger's butt. "When I see a nice fat penis like yours, or when I get a look at a good rump, I just can't help myself. It's that simple." She grinded her tongue up into his butt again. She used one hand to stroke his long prick, and she used the other to caress one of his hairy buttocks.

"Oooooh, yeah," moaned Paul, "that's the way, honey. That's really it." He looked down between his thighs. He could see her kissing his asshole, her hand rubbing his dick. She was slopping her tongue up into his anus, and rubbing his dick as though it were the biggest flesh pole in the world. "Mmmmm," he sighed, continuing to watch her as she tongued his shit tube, "you know just how to do it, kid. You're A-l."

She pushed him up off her face. "That's because I really love to give that kind of pleasure, Paul." The logger looked longingly at the fifteen year old girl's pleasant titties. "Come on," she said, "suck my boobies if you want to. I'd really like it." He leaned down on her chest and filled his face with her hot breast. He sucked her nipple and rolled his tongue across the big brown cap. "Mmmmm," she hummed, holding his large face between her soft palms, "that's nice." She used one hand to press her other knocker against the side of his face. He had himself a breast sandwich, with his face in between the two titties. "Nice," she said. "I like it when a big strong man sucks my breasts."

Paul worked his way down her body. He kissed the fine trim stomach and pressed his face between her spreading loins. "I'm gonna give you a good licking, too," he promised. He lapped at her beaver. The lips were sweet and open. He stuffed her cunt full of his tongue. Her clit pressed on the top of his mouth muscle. It was firm and erect, ready for the busy licking he was only too happy to provide. "You're gonna gush pretty soon," he told her.

"Not before I get that hot cock of yours in my asshole," said the young girl. "I found out a couple of days ago that I was gonna get my pleasure the best that way. Now there's nothing else that makes me feel happy. I just love a good hot pecker stuffing my fanny. Nothing else will make me gush like that does."

"Good," he said, "I'll be happy to crack your butt open." He continued licking her pussy, however, getting her juice flowing, preparing her for the up and coming fuck action in her butt tube. He rolled his tongue in her cunt. He licked her clitoris, and he concentrated on getting the flesh near it as slippery as possible. Finally, he jammed his entire mouth muscle into the satin smooth tube, and he waited for Lucy to clamp her legs shut on his face. He wanted to feel those hot loins pressing against him.

"Mmmm," she groaned, pleased with the fine oral treatment in her crotch. She couldn't keep from closing her legs on the logger's head. She wrapped her tender loins on his cheeks, pressed and begged him to keep tonguing her. "Go on," she gasped, "eat it all. Eat me out like a pro. Oh, God, yes, I love that fucking between my legs."

He licked everything in sight, including what he could get of her anus. He pushed her up on her spine, held her legs back against her chest, and went down on the crater between her buttocks. It was no larger than a dime, and he filled it up immediately with his hot wet tongue. Oh, God, yes," she cried out, "that's it. You have my asshole with your tongue. That's perfect." She spread her legs out and tried to roll over so that he could get even more of his meaty mouth organ into place. "Come on," she said, pulling his hands off her hips, "let me turn over so you can really do me up right."

The logger released his grip on her pelvis. She rolled over. He kissed the backs of her legs, and rubbed his hands up between her long slender loins. His hands went automatically into her cunt, spreading her pussy lips and feeling her up. Her tube was as sweet and slippery as ever, only now there was more juice. Now that he was getting some action going in her anal crotch there was that much more heat in her feverish hole.

"O.k.," he said, "here you go. Just the thing you need." He leaned between her fanny cheeks and pressed his mouth muscle up and down the long slender groove. His hands went to work on her buttocks, holding them open and rubbing them. They were soft, full globes, the kind of flesh that, were it not attached, could be eaten raw. He wiped his tongue in her butt crack. He brushed the slot with his greasy mouth organ, giving her the kind of long wet feel that he knew she would love. And when he arrived at her anus, he didn't hesitate to fill it with tongue meat. He plugged her fanny hole with all of his mouth organ. Her legs squeezed up and back on his face, sucking his tongue down inside her shit tube.

"Ohhhhh, keeeerist!" she wailed. "You got to give me more than that! You got to get that tongue of yours in deeper."

"Nope," said the logger firmly, "but I can get something else in there deeper. You just wait." He lifted his face from her ass crotch and wiped off his lips and chin with the back of his wrist. Then he lay down with his prick in her saliva filled groove. He rubbed up and down between the walls of the buttocks, in the buttock canyon, and prepared his pecker for the descent in her tube. He made sure there was enough juice on the head of his meat, and enough lubrication in the hole he would enter, by rubbing his fingers and his cock in her plentifully oozing cunt juice. He spread the slippery fluid in her ass crack, and with one finger coated with the stuff, he pushed down into her anus.

"Ooooh," she moaned, "that's gonna be fine. That's gonna be so fucking fine." She rolled her hips and shivered with anticipation. "Come on," she begged, "get your cock in. You can get that meat in now. I know you can."

The logger smiled: "I know I can too." He wet down the head of his spear one last time and then he propped his phallus at the crater. "Get ready," he said, holding the cocked position. "I'm going to dump this meat in now."

"Believe me," moaned Lucy Pines, "I'm ready. Give it to me."

He lunged forward. His expanded red cock head squeezed through the anal muscle gate, into the tube, and descended, in one long thrust, the entire length of Lucy's slender shit tube.

"Ooooooh, fuck!" she moaned. "It's so fucking big!"

"Yeah," grunted the logger, grinding down with his weight on her butt cheeks, "and you love it, eh"

"Oooooh, shit," she moaned, "I think it's ..." Lucy didn't have the breath to tell Paul Jackson that his pecker was too large for her. He knocked the wind out of her with his powerful stroking action. His jack hammer butt went into high gear before she could bleat or bellyache about the stout prick in her bunghole. He was jamming her so full of the hot cock that she could only gasp in agony-ecstasy. She felt her bowels get ripped open and torn with the incredible twisting fuck-stick ramming in her cunt. "Oooooh," she yelled, her plaintive cries going no further than the cabin walls. "Ooooh, please, stop ... it's ... ooooh." He thrust himself against her small buttocks, sending his huge cap and spear even deeper than before. Simultaneously he reached around and grabbed her open pussy with both hands. One long middle digit rammed upwards, into her spread cunt. He jabbed her cunt as vigorously with his finger as he did her asshole with his thick erect penis. "Uuuuhhhh ... ahhhhh ... mmmmmmmm," she sighed, submitting finally to the terrific power of his huge beef. "I can't fucking believe it," she moaned. "It's so fucking large in there. I feel like I'm two pounds heavier because of it."

"Good," said the laconic logger. He kept his might stick rolling in the long tubular muscle. Lucy may have been a teenager, but her shit tube and the muscles surrounding it, were fully developed and flexing. They contracted involuntarily to milk the hot prick, squeezing it, grinding it, rolling it for everything it might give her colon. "Uuuuuh, keeeerist!" she grunted. "It's so fucking large in there. I don't know if ..."

The logger bumped her so hard that she went flat, off her hands and knees and down flat on her belly on the floor. He pumped his meat into her buttocks. There was no stopping him now. He was at full speed, in high gear, wailing in her anus. His meaty cock felt like a burning poker as he twisted it in deeper and wider. He rolled her sphincter muscle from side to side every time he jerked his hips. He spread her out like she'd never been spread before. The rape on her ass two days before was nothing compared to this. Now she was getting herself bored out, and all by a long stiff powerhouse rod in her fanny.

"Ahhhhh," she gasped, "I can feel you getting ready to shoot off. I can feel it coming."

"Yeah," he said, "so wiggle that butt of yours." He rubbed her clitoris so that she would be sure to enjoy every minute, every inch, of the hot anal fucking. His cock rode into her butt tube like a long narrow pole, only instead of its being narrow, it was fat and thick and hot. He branded the inside of her ass tube.

"Shit," she moaned, "go ahead and shoot off and get that thing out of me. It's too fucking much now. I just have to ... ahhhhh." He shot off in her. The jism filled her anal cavity. He must have squirted fifteen hot loads of semen into her shit reservoir. She could feel it well up in her guts. She loved it. The come juice softened her. Some of it came up over the rim of her bunghole, pouring out along the logger's shaft and spilling down between her legs. He pulled out his hands and reached up to her titties for the last jamming. He grabbed her nipples and pinched them hard while his jerking spasms in his penis continued to ream her asshole. "Oooooooh," she moaned again, "ahhhhhhh."

Paul yanked his flesh sword out of Lucy's anus. "There you go," he said casually. "A nice little anal piece of ass to make the winter nights a little warmer. "Mmmmm?"

Lucy rolled over. "Let me lick that thing for you," she said, when she once again viewed the jumbo sized meat. "I just got to get down on that hog and suck it some more." She grabbed his slippery beef at the base, where it attached to his body, and she held it like a stiff flesh bat. She probed her mouth with it, and she washed the meat with her tongue. She licked and swabbed the shaft especially, with her tongue scraping off all the juice. She swallowed everything. Then she reached around behind him, grabbed his buttocks and squeezed. Another drop of jism slid down her throat, and she swallowed that one, too.

"O.k.," said the logger, "so far so good. Now you ream out my asshole again, just to prove to me that you meant it."

"What?" asked Lucy Pines. "That I meant it?"

"Just do it," said the logger. "Get in there and lick my asshole clean." She leaned around his fanny and entered his bunghole with her long wet tongue. She licked the buttock walls and the small folds of flesh around his anus. She filled his bunghole with hot mouth muscle, licking and buggering him that way until his hard-on had started up all over again. "You're getting hard again," she observed. "It's getting stiff and ..."

"You don't think I'd deprive you of a second fuck, do you?" said the logger with a beet red face. "I mean after all, honey, it's not every day that I get to fuck old Ace Pines' daughter's asshole." He laughed and shoved her down on the floor. "Spread 'em. Lucy. This one's on me."

"But, but ..."

He smacked her butt with his open palm. The loud clapping sound filled the room. "Oooooh," she moaned, "don't do that. That's what my father does to me when he's angry. Please don't hit me like that. I'll do anything you want." She spread out her buttocks, grabbed them with her own hands as though preparing for some inspection, and proved to him that she was ready: "Here, look, you just stick your penis in there. That's all. I don't care, anything. Go on. Please, just don't hit me." She waited for him to enter her butt again.

"Listen," said the logger, "haven't you got some grease for this one? Since you're being so nice about it the least I can do is make it easier for you."

"Sure," she said, "in the kitchen." He picked her up by the wrist and she led the way to the kitchen. This time she knew exactly where the oil was. She opened the cupboard and Paul took the bottle down. "Good," he said, "really good. You just lay down and I'll put it in."

"Here?" she said. "On the kitchen floor?"

"Sure," said the logger. "Now lay down."

She lay down and spread her legs. But then she assumed a more comfortable position on her hands and knees, away from the cold floor. "Alright," she said, "I'm ready." He looked down at her open butt, and he thought to himself: yes, I do believe that fresh little asshole of hers is good and ready. Then he poured some of the cooking oil down her ass crack. It ran and slid between her buttocks and drenched the hole between her cheeks. He pushed his finger through the waterfall of oil, sliding some of the fresh lubricant, along with his finger, up her asshole. "Those cheeks of yours," he observed, "are so fine, honey, I could just eat them. Fry 'em and eat 'em." He leaned down, with the oil in one hand, and the cap to the bottle in the other, and kissed her buttocks. "Mmmmm," he said, being careful not to get the grease on his hands or face, "that's a really nice set of buttocks you got there little one. Just right for my hungry meaty dick. So smile, eh?"

The logger set the bottle and cap aside and rubbed his erect meat along the top of her ass crack. Then he plunged into the hole. "Oh, God, again!" wailed Lucy. "It's better with the oil, Paul, Mr. Jackson, but it's still awfully big."

"Just try to enjoy it honey," said Paul. "You won't get a cock this big in your butt every day so you might as well have a good time while you got it." He rubbed his penis back and forth in her asshole tube. She grinded on it, squeezed and rubbed back, and then she felt those tell-tale spasms begin to roll in her butt. At first, however, she couldn't tell if the jerking muscles were her own or the logger's. But finally she knew: it was both of them. He'd started to spray inside her tube at the same time as she herself began to come. "Ooooh," she cried out, "I don't know ... I ahhhh ... it's ..." But she couldn't talk. Her sense of ecstasy was so great as the meaty ride in her fanny continued that she couldn't think of what to say. She merely rolled and groveled on the logger's hot meat, praying that her asshole wouldn't burn out before she turned seventeen or eighteen. She loved it that much.

When they were done, Lucy cleaned up the mess from the oil. She licked off the logger's cock, she cleaned his loins, and she rubbed her face between his ass cheeks again. She wiped the mess up off the floor, too, where oil and jism had leaked down into a puddle. At one point, because of the slop on the floor, she fell and went sliding into a cabinet and banged, her knee.

The logger laughed uproariously when he saw the young naked girl's titties bobbing and bouncing as she went slipping around on her ass on the floor of the kitchen. But he became so carried away with his laughter that he too ended up falling on his butt. The two of them slid around on the greasy kitchen floor laughing and tickling each other until finally the logger regained his composure and insisted that Lucy clean up. Which, of course, included another ass ream for his oily buttocks. He, too. provided Lucy with a small massage of her creamy cheeks, just to let her know that he really did appreciate the fine treatment she'd been giving him, and then, once the floor was cleaned, they retreated to the living room.

The fire had gone down somewhat, but the logger stroked it. Soon a fiery blaze colored the room red and filled the cabin with a toasty heat, while outside the rigorous cold surrounded Camp Thunderbird.

Lucy buried her head in Mr. Jackson's strong naked arm. "I like you," she said. "Especially the way you do it with my rear end. I like that." She espied his wet, limp pecker. "It's so soft now," she cooed. Her small hand reached down between his legs. She fondled and examined his dick. "It's so big."

"All the better to fuck you with," said the logger, imitating the Big Bad Wolf. "All the better to screw that luscious fanny of yours, sweetheart." He chuckled and patted her smooth rump. "Yes, indeed."