I found a hut at the outer fringes of the camp, far enough from the others to make it difficult for one of the occupants to raise a general alarm. The place was in darkness, not a sound came from it. I checked around carefully, making sure no one had seen me.
Then I eased in through the door and bolted it. I waited for a moment until my eyes were accustomed to the dark, and made my first move. I stripped. Naked and hard, I got into the nearest bed and took a handful of young cunt. The young cunt screamed. Lights came on, commotion threatened to erupt, but I took fast action.
"Okay, everybody keep quiet," I hissed, leaping out into the middle of the hut, "I want you to do exactly as I say or I'll make you wish you had never been born, understand!"
"You'll pay for this," said a voice in the background, "we've got your number, fella."
"I don't care anymore," I said loudly, raising myself to my full height, "I refuse to be blackmailed any more. Tonight it's my turn, and you girls better enjoy it, because you're going to get it whether you do or not."
"What's to stop us from screaming and bringing the whole camp down on you?" one girl asked.
"Just this – after tonight no doubt someone will inform on me, which means my future is shot anyway. So you see before you a desperate man. And I'll beat the shit out of the first one who yells. You hear me!"
"You're full of shit," said a tall, older girl, "you lay a finger on me and you'll have all twelve of us on your neck."
I was so mad with lust and frustration that I could hardly think straight. The girls were sitting up in their beds, some in nighties, most nude, their tiny tits poking pertly out at me, their young curving bodies unaware of the power they exercised over me. I wanted to fuck them so bad I had trouble keeping my breathing regular!
"Try it!" I hissed, walking up to her, my erection waving in front of her nose. "Just you try it, girlie!"
"Help!" she screamed, and opened her mouth for another outcry but I filled it with fist. She reeled back, her eyes wide with astonishment. Obviously no one had ever hit her before. The pain shocked her as much as the fact that I had actually carried out my threat.
The girls gasped as she fell back onto the bed, her mouth bleeding. Dead silence reigned in the hut. Curtly, I told them to strip, and they did so, their eyes open wide and fixed on me. They thought I had gone mad – and I had! My vision was obscured by a red mist, all I could see sharply were their little cunts as they emerged from bedclothes and nighties. I lined them all in a row, and walked up and down, my finger checking for the firmest, the fullest, the finest cunt there.
What tactile delight! Each of them shied away some as I ran my index finger up their wide slits, but stood their ground bravely. I fingered right down the line, exploring their sweaty boxes and tasting the faint drops of dampness of each with the air of a connoisseur.
Out of the twelve I found three I really wanted to fuck. The rest I ordered to stand around the bed in a tight cordon while I arranged my three girls on the bed with me. I took my time, arranging them like a housewife with too much leisure arranges her living room. And, just before I started the proceedings, I warned the girls once more: "If any of you leaves this place, so help me, I'll get her for it. And they'll be responsible for their friends losing some teeth too. Remember that. Just try to make the best of things."
The stubborn silence that greeted my words disturbed me somewhat, but first things first. The three girls of my choice were truly beautiful. One, Sylvia, was five feet six, only thirteen, small hard tits about to bud, not a hair on her body. She looked like a model, long and lanky, but perfectly proportioned for all that. The second was called Benita, little and plump, full-breasted at fourteen, down on her cunt, her ass full and prosperous with youthful tautness that would soon give way to a comfortable spread – but not yet! And the third was Gloria, an aloof girl of eleven, no sexual characteristics bar her nude, fat little cunt, and her face. She had very long lashes, jet black hair, big brown eyes, her skin white as white can be, in stark contrast her hair. But she looked through me the whole time I was arranging, as if she didn't know I was alive.
For that reason I began with her. Slowly drawing her closer to me, I pressed a hot kiss to her firmly-shut lips. She accepted this unflinchingly, her eyes wide open, her body rigid, only waiting for me to stop. My knob was ready to be launched.
I touched her breasts, feeling the subtly-pulvinated chest with delicacy. Strangely exciting for non-tits, that invisible fullness. I caressed her hard belly and moved down into the naive gully of her cunt, dry and warm, smooth as polished stone and almost as unyielding. By searching through her valley most thoroughly, I hit upon her tiny clit and began to massage that with two fingers.
No girl can resist that. Gloria, for all her coyness, began to shift uneasily, trying to move out of my embrace, but I tightened it and continued the same stimulation. I sat with her between my legs, her back against my chest. I held her firmly with one hand on her subcutaneous tits, the other deep in her smooth groin, my prick chafing up against her ass.
The other girls were still silent, but the atmosphere in the hut was slowly changing. From resentment to naughty lasciviousness. It was creeping through their systems, making them less intractable, more interested in the proceedings.
My other two partners came a little closer, bending over to see what I was doing. I found Gloria's tight cunt hole and eased my finger up it, pushing to get as much as possible inside. She was dry, but smooth, hot, her muscles resisting at first but slowly giving in. I was hooked inside.
Finally she lost her aloofness and began to breathe with difficulty. Her back pressed into me, and her knees lifted to give me more cunt to play with. I took it all. First I extracted my finger and brought my hand around, under her thigh, and shoved my thumb up her moist passage. The finger that was already oily circled around the rim of her asshole, lubricating it till it was able to slip into the elastic vise, and begin working its way to the top.
She writhed timidly, a little ashamed of her own passion. I worked harder. Soon she cast aside all her inhibitions, as if she was no longer aware of anyone around her. Silence still reigned. The two other girls had shifted position so they were in front of Gloria, watching my busy hand sending rigid fingers up her cunt and asshole, one nimble finger manipulating her hardening clitoris.
I moved a bit so that my dick pressed into the furrow of her taut ass, sliding against her to get that touch of friction my knob raved for. My mind was clearer now, more patient with my lot since I was surrounded by cleft little chubs.
Before I went any further I wanted to fuck. And then I wanted a side show, and then I wanted to fuck again. I looked around the circle of girls once more, to make sure I had the best girls with me, and, satisfied, I set to work on Gloria to the exclusion of everything and everyone else.
I lifted her up by the thighs and brought her over my head so that the front of her thighs rested on my shoulders, and her box was flush against my mouth. I buried my nose into the tight furrow of her ass and began sucking at her as if she had a dozen oysters concealed in her person. And Gloria, dangling down, just managed to swallow the red knob of my dick, to regale it with instinctive spiralings of her tongue.
The other girls took the initiative. Benita held Gloria in place so that my hands were free to feel her and Sylvia up. I did with relish. Benita's plump little cunt was soaking wet and pulsing with ecstasy. Two fingers slipped up easily and I finger-fucked her with both barrels. Sylvia perched over my other hand felt like a candelabra. Both hands occupied, my tongue dabbling about in Gloria's wet, tight cunt, her lips stretched about my swollen knob, and the girls around the bed getting twitchy and sticky, at that moment I envied no one in the whole world, not even Lester Phipps.
My faithful cock, that had been kept waiting for so long, finally got its due. I pushed Gloria forward and rose to my knees, holding her ass up high, the rest of her stretched out over the bed like an offering to the Gods. Then, lining her cunt hole up with my burning cock, I took aim and shoved it right up her so that she choked.
How good it felt! Her cunt clamped around my dick as if to hold it in there forever, but I pushed harder and it made it to the top. I felt her hard flesh push against my pubic bone, and I rubbed it in just to get her clitoris to send her flying.
Her moans were childish at first, highly-pitched, like she was seeing spooks in the nursery. But as we fucked harder, so her moans became more womanish. Strange thrills coursed through me as I saw her little-girl face contort to give vent to such grownup passions.
Sylvia and Benita were flat on their backs at either side of me like town hall lions, masturbating to beat the band, their little fingers rubbing in tight circles about their clitorises. Hips shaking, mouths open, eyes glassy, their groans set the other girls into motion as well till the space we were in smelled of concentrated cunt.
I fucked on. Taking it easy, reasoning that the longer it lasted, the more I would get out of it. And watching the other girls get their rocks off, which inspired me as well. I closed my eyes, breathing in deeply and savoring the sensation of sending my cock rushing up her tight wet cunt, tight and new, her hymen already a memory but new enough to be squeaky.
Candles and Coke bottles appeared from nowhere, one girl even produced a professional dildo, and the girls spread out over the neighboring beds to do themselves in. My head started spinning. There they were, ten-year-old girls manipulating the candle as well as they ever would, their pink cunts shining in the light, fluids running where no fluid had been, the candles sloughing in and out with faint slurping noises, the smell of young cunt thickening by the second.
Gloria was crying out, her slender body convulsing as her first climax burst upon her like a private thunder storm. I felt well-pleased. Now that she'd had it, I could comfortably move ahead and have mine.
I tightened my grip and sent my cock reaming up her cunt, ignoring the sudden stiffening and the small cry of pain. Bashing it in, my belly slapping against the tense pink cheeks, battering her box with my balls, my senses folding one by one. Careless of everything, I just focused on her cunt, and what my prick could do with it, a pinpoint of sanity.
She must have felt how my mood was changing, because she tried to escape. I gripped her little ass like it was a subway strap and swung my hips in with some whip to send my cock roaring into her nervously contracting cunt. She cried out in protest. I left my knob stuck in the bottom of her cunt and began a staccato beat with my pubic bone grinding into her asshole, hard and fast like a man gone berserk.
Which is what I was. The combination of the whole day, its frustrations, temptations, the sights and sounds, the opportunities lost and gained, the masturbating chorus about me and the polished soft skin of this kid in front of me, all of it added up to an explosive chemical, which had ignited.
I didn't care about anything anymore, only my own satisfaction. None of this ploying and watching, always careful to keep the woman up there with you. None of that. I fucked her like she was a piece of liver, or a knothole!
Everything speeded up and intensified. I felt my mind bend under the strain, then snap. A rattling rhythm of a pneumatic fuck, then a gushing explosion of hot sperm and a dull, empty feeling which sent me tumbling in a loose heap all over Gloria.
All I heard was my own rasping breathing. The blood boiled in my ears. Sweat poured out of every pore. It took a long time to settle down. And when I did, it was only to see all the girls sitting primly on the nearby beds.
"What's the matter with you girls?" I said feebly, getting up off Gloria who was complaining about getting crushed. "Haven't you ever seen anyone fucking before?"
They ignored my silly question. I sat up and surveyed each of them. Their faces were hostile, as if they wanted to do me in. Gloria struggled up and walked over to the other side of the cabin, rubbing her sore cunt and crying softly.
"Enough of this nonsense," I said sharply, "Benita, get over here and suck me off, look at my poor prick, all greasy and limp – come over here and get down on it."
She came, dragging her feet, looking for assistance among her friends. But they, in turn looked over at the girl I had hit, and changed their minds. Benita bent her plump body over and gingerly took my prick in her mouth. I picked her up and laid her down between my legs so she could concentrate better.
"Now you and you, get on the foot-end of my bed and give me a show," I ordered. No one responded. "Goddamn it! You want me to get nasty or something? Don't forget, I've got nothing to lose anymore!"
The girls I had indicated came forward and sat on my bed, their legs crossed, hands in front of their cunts so I couldn't see them.
"Kiss each other," I said. They looked at me, daggers in their eyes, but I knew I'd chosen accurately. These girls had something going. I could tell by the way the audience giggled.
The older one resolutely turned her head towards the other, and pressed her lips hastily against hers. Then she looked back at me, appeal on her face, but I told her to do it again – properly!
She kissed her friend harder, but it still wasn't good enough. On the third try her reluctance gave way to resignation. They kissed for a long time, slowly becoming absorbed in the act of osculation till they almost managed to forget about me. But I interrupted with malicious timing: "Now fuck," I said, and my voice was loud with power, "fuck till you drop, and make it real."
They glared at me again, and the audience muttered restlessly. I brandished my fist, and they got down to it. The older girl lay on her back so that her head rested against the foot-end of the bed and her cunt faced me. Her friend got on top of her, and with rising pleasure I watched as the two young cunts met and flexed to instill passion in each other.
As before, at first they didn't want to, but when the river gets flowing it doesn't stop till it reaches the sea. So they were caught up in their own buzzing feelings, and their fucking became so real it helped the audience to forget its hostility for the moment to once more join in with the band.
What pure pleasure to have wrought this scene! I sat with my back against the wall, watching the asses bob in front of me and the cunt folds stretch and contract, as the pink holes began to gleam and flood. Around me, oily fingers slurped up tender cunts, and I could feel it all.
All my sensory nerves thrilled in tune with the sensations they felt. I knew what it felt like, those hot and smooth cunt passages wet with nectar and pulsing with passion. Those yielding little contours inside the cunt were as familiar to me as the palm of my hand, though a lot more exciting.
Girls fell back on the beds, helping each other jam the candles up higher, crying out, while the twosome in front of me fucked themselves into oblivion. I moved forward and rested my head inches away from the undulating flesh, my cheeks brushing against the wet thighs, just to see the cunt lips tug and be tugged.
I motioned for Sylvia to lie on top of me, her belly on my back and her naked little crotch pressing into my ass. She felt good, giving my spine a little pleasure while her flesh and mine met in passionate discourse. My tongue reached out till the tip slid along the two bouncing boxes, tasting of their free-flowing dew as my ear caught the fine nuances of their wet sounds.
Sylvia rubbed her long, thin body all over mine, moving forward, pressing her cunt down against my skin, and then moving back to get that friction she needed. Her arms were around my chest and she wriggled harder and harder, hooking the top of her slit into me and bringing herself undone in a chain of sighs and groans and mad contortions.
While she rested, I nuzzled deeper into the conjoined cunts, and they pressed closer into my mouth. My teeth nibbled at a clitoris here, my tongue sank into a wet hole there, or I just sucked greedily at the rivulets of nectar streaking their anxious thighs.
Under me, my cock was getting harder than ever. I waited for a moment while Sylvia was peaking, then I rolled around and told her to suck me. She was on me in a flash, her wide mouth taking me inside and moving my head against the wild, wet tissue till my loins began to fuck her face. I stayed in that position for some time, fucking her cunt-like mouth and sucking at the fused boxes with my head tilted back and pressing into the mattress. My head spun. I wanted to fuck again. Suddenly I sat up and pointed at Benita: "Come over here, you little pudding, and sit on my dick."
"No," she said, shaking her head violently so the dark curls flew, "I'm saving myself for marriage."
"And you're just about to collect the interest," I quipped, pulling her over. "Come on, baby, squat on this."
She struggled mightily, protesting and appealing to the other girls for help. But she couldn't fight against me, I was in no mood to be sporting.
I picked her up around the waist and planted her like I'd put paper on a spike. Her dark downed cunt split open and a trickle of blood ran down my cock into the pubic bush. She screamed so loud I thought she'd punctured my eardrums. The other girls hopped up in alarm and tried to pull her off me.
But there's something mighty powerful about picking cherries, and nothing on earth was going to wrest this one out of my hands. I kept pushing my dick up her wet hole, oiled with juices and blood, till it was up to the hilt. The girls were tearing at me, slapping me, calling me names, but I was resolute.
Both my hands held around her waist, planting her up and down, slurping into her, impervious to the scratches and slaps. Benita quivered like a pudding of flesh, her little tits shivering, the nipples alive. Her face was white with pain and fear, but slowly I managed to bring a blush to her checks.
Her screaming stopped. We were fucking well now, I was able to relax my hold on her, and her loins took over the lion's share of the work. But the girl I had hit earlier still took it upon herself to make a dash for the door.
I threw Benita off me and ran after her. I caught her just as she was undoing the lock, spun her around, and slapped her right across the face. She fell back onto the nearest bed, crying, and holding her hands up in defense.
The other girls swarmed over me like an army of hornets, pinching and scratching. I shrugged them off like a bear shrugs off attacking dogs, locked the door again, and ordered them back to their original positions.
Their faces glowering with anger and hate, the girls sat back down on the surrounding beds, and watched as I mounted Benita once more. This time she was anxious for more of my beef bayonet, opening her chubby white legs right up before I could even get on top of her.
I slipped up to the hilt and fingered her swollen clit as I fucked her. She loved it. My erection was like reinforced concrete, driving up her soft, palpitating hole with brutal strength. In the meantime, I kept a careful eye on the audience, in case any of them tried to play tricks on me before I was finished with Benita.
Her hands were on my ass, pressing down on me with every thrust. Her cunt was wide and wet now, slurping like a real woman as I pumped my prick into it, and her fleshy legs wrapped around my waist for extra support. She was open as far as she would go, the silky wet rim of her cunt brushing down my plummeting cock in such a way as to tease me into self-forgetfulness.
Absorbed in fucking her, my senses attuned to her breathing, her whispers of passion, her song of lust, and the heaving of her soft bosoms as I ploughed harder and harder, driven by the forces of the flesh. She kissed me with all her might, her tongue searching my mouth for more of me while her nails dug into my clenched buttocks as if drilling for blood.
I felt her body tighten suddenly, her breathing became rapid and tense and her eyes were shut. This was it. I lowered the boom a little, scraping up against the division between her cunthole and her ass to give her all the benefits at once. She cracked wide open and came to a shuddering climax.
Only then did I feel free to indulge myself. With short strokes, I let the knob rub up against her fleshy walls, deriving a throbbing pleasure from this which soon led to a contraction of all my innards, to explode into a burst of sperm and grunting. I crashed down on top of her like a felled oak, and lay there breathing raspily.
I heard the padding of bare feet over the floor of the hut, and the bolt slide out of its socket, but it didn't really register for a while. I was in a fog, and whispers and shuffling, nothing clicked – till the sharp voice of Elsa pierced through my reverie.
"You dirty pig!" she said, and my head cleared as if I had sniffed up on ammonia, "You filthy pervert! You'll pay dearly for this, I promise you that! These girls are in our custody, we should protect them, not ravish them!"
The righteousness throbbed through every syllable. I got up painfully and looked at her, my eyes conveying the scenes I had witnessed of her and the little girls she'd had sucking her box like leeches. But there was a hard, marble gleam in her eyes, apparently she was prepared to overlook her own weaknesses.
I shrugged and told her that if she fucked with me, my defense would upset a lot of people. She asked what I meant by that, and I didn't reply, just smiled as if I had a complete dossier on them all.
This bothered her, I could tell. She became less self-assured, and turned to the girls instead to order them into bed and not to say a word about this to anyone till she had researched my case further.
I went back to my hut and readied my camera for a new expedition the following night.