My name stank in Camp Good Health the following day. It didn't matter what orders I gave, they were all disobedient. So, rather than subject myself to an exercise in futility, I remained in my hut for most of the time, reading and listening to the radio, thinking things over.
As soon as night fell and the camp's nocturnal action ground into motion, I was up and about with my camera. I had adjusted it to take good shots in minimum light so I wouldn't disturb anyone with flash bulbs, and as a result I managed to take some lovely snap shots.
Lester had expanded his harem considerably, eight little ten-year-olds all in a row on his bed, their feet dangling above the floor as one by one they reached for his extended, distended cock and sucked at the tip of the knob. That's all they could fit into their mouths, I figured, once more awed at the size of his monster.
I took some nice profile shots of him, then went over to Elsa's cabin. She just had her girlfriend with her head between her legs, and was busy talking with a dozen girls who were fully dressed. But that one shot was all I needed.
On to Mark's hutch. Mark was stretched over a tiny girl whose face was screwed up in agony as he drove his cock up her tiny bald cunt. A number of girls were playing cards on the floor and drinking whiskey. Cigarettes in their cupid-bow mouths, they looked like parody tough guys. Not one of them paid much attention to the goings-on on the bed.
Then, on impulse, I walked over to the cabins of the middle-aged ladies. To my surprise they weren't busy with games and fun things to do. In fact, I doubt if the camp entered their minds at all!
All ten of them were seated around the recreation room quite naked, their heavy breasts sagging over rounded abdomens, and their blue-rinsed hairdos looking faker than ever matched with the greying pubic hair curling plentifully about their old cunts. It looked to me like they were playing musical chairs or something.
While I photographed them, a strapping black man walked out of the bathroom, drops of piss still dripping from his shining, massive cock. I recognized him as one of the camp maintenance men. I used up a whole roll of film on the little play-off the old ladies held for his favors.
For some time I stood there watching. They blindfolded the black man and spun him round and round, all the women giggling and smiling, hands wringing in their laps. Then they all sat down and the black man stumbled over at one of their number, to pick the lucky woman. When they took off his blindfold, I saw him first scoop up a little pile of notes in the center of the floor, then take the old lady by the elbow and lead her over to the couch at the far end of the room where he set to fucking her with mighty strokes of his giant phallus.
I grinned to myself as I walked off into the night. So that was why one oughtn't to judge a book by its cover. The last stop was the director's house. He was home with his wife, a highly respectable looking couple, gray hairs and great poise. They were watching television, innocuous enough – except for the two little girls that were sucking them off in the process.
I changed the roll of film and used up my second roll for the evening. This was one scene I wanted to be sure of getting. Then I went back to my cabin, well-pleased with myself, and hid the rolls in a secret spot, under the floorboards.
The rest of the evening was mine. For once I didn't care that all the others were fucking. I had had enough. Peace and quiet were enough for me. I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, feeling the tiredness stretch into sleep, that would in turn be a night's coma.
But it was not to be. The door burst open, and there, with her arms folded and her face blazing with vigilante fervor, stood Elsa and her Little Raiders. About twenty of them in all, they filled my hut and kicked the door shut before a word was uttered.
"We've come to take our revenge," Elsa said gravely, and I didn't know whether to laugh or flee. I decided not to resist unless they threatened to do me violence; in which case I would lay every one of them out!
Not till Elsa produced a gun, then, did I think there was anything serious going on. The sight of the snub-nosed little ladies' gun changed everything. I had never looked up the barrel of any gun before this. Of course I had seen it on TV, and there had been times when I asked myself what I would do under such circumstances. Usually I came up with a particularly glib ploy that got me out of danger.
But right then, looking up the barrel mesmerized me into complete inaction. I sat still, hardly daring to move in case I caused her finger to twitch. The girls stood back, seeing I would not put up a fight.
"Strip," Elsa said harshly, and I hastened to obey. "Now lie down on your bed, your face in the pillows." I didn't argue. "And don't forget, if you move, it's all over."
"You can't shoot me!" I cried suddenly. "You don't think you'd get away with it, do you?"
"Who'd tell?" she shot back, and her cold but accurate logic dawned on me. None of the girls would talk, and even if they did, who would believe them? I wouldn't be missed, at least no more than the average PT instructor who had dropped off a cliff in a remote neck of the woods.
So I tried to relax. My ears picked up every sound and tried to analyze it. I couldn't imagine what they would do to me. And the last thing I expected to happen, did happen.
I felt the firm, silky body of one of the girls slide up and down the back of me. She was rubbing her cunt all over me, I realized, as some of the sticky wetness clung to me, and I felt the outline of her firm lips on my flesh. I could just see it, her naked little cunt wide open and leaving a snail-like trail on my body.
My prick reared up, worming up between the bedclothes and my belly to find room for expansion. I lifted my ass a little to give it a chance and immediately an inquiring hand darted into the gap and squeezed my dick as if taking its temperature.
"He's getting there," reported a girl's voice. I didn't understand any of this, but relished the little girl's gyrations and was soon lost in her flesh blandishments. She let her nipples run lightly down my back, just chafing ever so subtly, and brought my hand to her belly so that I would discover her firm, nude cunt.
I was so hard that I was prepared to fuck my bed if nothing better came along. The motion began all by itself, nervous and reflexive, driving the knob of my dick into the blanket where it found some pleasure in the roughness of the cloth.
"He's there," said the high voice. I waited to see what they would do next, in the meantime squeezing the little pussy in my hand. Suddenly a great rush of ice-cold water was tipped over me. I jumped up, spluttering and cursing, only to see that gun barrel staring back at me.
"Get down and stay down," Elsa said icily, and I did as I was told. The bed was wet and unpleasant, I was shaking all over from the shock and the cold, and my prick was as limp as wet rope. Little fingers curled around my cock and pulled it back. A piece of string was tied about it, just below the knob. It wasn't tight, not painful, but this time I knew what they were driving at.
I gritted my teeth, determined not to give them the pleasure they were looking for. The girl sat back down on me, rubbing her cunt against the cheeks of my ass, and another began to tickle my balls, weighing them in her hand, and kissing them. Nothing would succeed because I resisted their success.
How wrong I was. And how mortal my flesh. Within minutes, I felt the blood pour into my prick. The girls worked harder. One had her finger up my ass and crooked the top joint to inflame my passion at the very base of it. My balls were in someone's mouth, and hard cunts brushed up against my arm and hand, while in the background I heard the soft moans of love-making.
I couldn't resist anymore. My erection blew itself up like a balloon on a hydrogen tank, and at once the string bit deep into the sensitive flesh of my dick. I cried out in pain, and turned my thoughts to accounting and horse-raising so as to bore my system back to normal numbness.
No use. They stimulated everywhere they could find an erogenous zone. My ass was treated to a series of caresses that made my mind reel, kisses and prying fingers, the nibble of little teeth, and the chafe of dry cunts working themselves up into a lather against my flesh.
One of the girls isolated my index finger and jammed it hard into her cunt, where it lodged in a clasp of dry, hot flesh palpitating all about it. Naturally I reached for more, my thumb circling about her clit, and the other fingers exploring as far as their tether would let them. She got moist very quick, and began to fuck my finger.
Through all this, my prick felt as if it was being garroted! I wanted them to stop, and I wanted me to stop cooperating. Deep down I couldn't believe they would actually shoot me if I put up a fight, and yet, there was something crazy about Elsa, she might very well do it just to revenge herself on me for the other night when I had defiled her sacred shrine, the one between her legs.
With terrific effort I cut my mind off from the flesh, and to my relief I felt my cock subside, driven down by pain and will power. When they saw it was no use they took the string off, and conferred briefly to devise a torture even mote excruciating. I waited with bated breath. I was getting mad, ready to hit them all into a stew if they provoked me further. Only the idea of Elsa and her stupid lady's pistol held me back.
Their next inspiration was to turn me over on my back and tie me to the bed. I let them do it, counting on their inability to tie a good knot. I must have been stupid. Those Goddamn girl scouts tied me up like professionals, and then they all gathered around and stared at my prick, lying limp on my belly.
At least I could see what was going on. Elsa had sat down on a nearby chair, the gun still on me. The others had stripped and were either making love among themselves, or were staring at me. A timid hand reached out and began to jerk me off, bringing new energy to my cock.
How I cursed its ability to stand up whenever the vibrations were in order that night! They got me so hard it almost lifted me off the bed, and then the gamest little girl squatted over it and began to fuck me, much to the delight of the others.
I enjoyed that. Her little cunt fitted over my prick like a benign strait jacket, and the smooth friction of her made me feel like fucking all night. She got wet in seconds, the moisture opening up new territory for my ever-curious knob, till she was sitting with her ass flush with my belly.
For a moment I thought perhaps they had punished me enough, and were in the process of making up for it. But when they saw me close my eyes and begin fucking her back, they ripped her off my cock and whipped my prick with pieces of string, stinging little whips that brought water to my eyes with pain.
And suddenly they all began beating me. Fists and open hands battered my body, teeth sank into me, nails raked my stomach, drawing blood and red weals. I wrestled with my bonds to defend myself but they had me trapped.
Else sat in her chair, grinning, the gun in her purse. While she watched me, she began to masturbate, her finger deep into her hairy cunt, in and out, her pink hole wide open, gleaming with moisture. She grinned more broadly as the girls slapped me around harder, her hand squeezing her generous cunt and rubbing it as if she was getting off just on seeing me get hurt.
Then she stood up and said: "Okay, girls, that's enough. We're going to leave you here, mister, and tomorrow night's going to be even worse for you. Don't bother calling for help, no one will hear you. Anyone who helps you will get the same treatment, you see. That's all."
She turned to leave, but I called her back and said: "I just want you to know I have incriminating evidence on all of you, so don't bother thinking you'll turn me in later."
"What sort of evidence," she said mockingly, "illegal love letters or something?"
"Photos," I said curtly, "of you and all your girls and of everyone else in the camp as well."
"I told you we should have got him last night," one of the girls said heatedly, but Elsa shushed her.
"Where are they?" she asked. "Give them to me before I shoot you."
"They're on their way to my lawyer," I lied, "together with a note indicting all of you in case I die."
"I don't believe you."
"That's your prerogative," I shrugged, "but check out my camera over there, and see if I couldn't have taken photos in the dark without you knowing about it."
This convinced her, but didn't change her mind about leaving me tied up: "Okay, so we won't kill you, but we'll make it rough for you. Come on girls, it's our bedtime."
They marched out and slammed the door leaving me alone, tied up to the bed, smarting from the thousand slaps and the cuts and bruises they had inflicted on me. A dull, impotent fury burst inside me – I'd kill them all if they gave me a chance. And I would kill them slowly!
Somehow I fell asleep, a restless night that left me more tired in the morning than I had been before. But my mind was clear enough to figure out a way of releasing myself.
The bed was a steel frame set into slits in the foot and head ends. By rocking the bed I turned it and me on the side and, by pulling at the head end, and bashing my buttocks against the frame, I managed to dislodge it. From there on, it was easy. I slipped free from the bed, untied the ropes, and sat down while the blood circulated through the formerly constricted passages.
Revenge burned in my heart. When I stepped outside there was no one around. It was a hot day, the sun high in the sky and burning relentlessly, so I figured they'd be at the lake swimming. I ran through the woods, still naked, running with the ease of an Indian, thinking what I would do when I caught them.
Elsa's troop was the first that I spotted. I rested for a moment on a low hill above them, surveying my position. Then I crept down through the bushes and stopped once more when I was mere feet from the party.
They were giggling and carefree, some of them in the water, the rest dozing or chattering on the grass slope that ran down to the water's edge. Elsa was asleep with a girl in her arms, both probably spent from incessant sex.
I found a good-sized stick and was about to make my entrance, when I noticed something. The girl swimming the furthest away from the edge was in trouble. I could just pick up her faint cry for help, and see her arm sticking out of the water, waving to catch someone's attention.
I remembered someone telling me there were some very treacherous undertows in the lake, and suddenly all my petty considerations were tossed aside as her peril took over. The girls on the beach screamed when they saw me sprint past, naked and covered in cuts, the living image of vengeance, but I kept going, diving into the water and swimming out with long strokes.
She was going down for the third time when I caught up with her. I felt the cold current of water suck me in, and my body contracted sharply to preserve its heat. Quickly I grabbed her around the chest and swam back into the warmer water before it was too late.
We got back to the beach in record time. She was hardly breathing, unconscious, blue with cold. I threw her down on the grass and applied artificial respiration. She coughed up water for some time, till she was able to breathe normally and the color returned to her cheeks.
The emergency had brought us all together again, and the question of revenge faded without even coming under discussion. Elsa was especially grateful, since she had been asleep on the job, and it would have gone badly for her had the girl drowned.
"Anything you want from now on," she told me, "is yours. I'm sure all the girls agree with me when I say all has been forgiven, and all is yours for the asking."
A great cheer went up to confirm this. I sat down and tried to think of what I wanted most. Forty young girls thronging about me, I could have my pick of them – wouldst that I had forty pricks, I would fuck them like a hedgehog could fuck forty mice!
I found two girls that appealed to me particularly, and pointed them out. They leaped forward, smiles on their faces, and followed me into the woods. I searched till I found the right spot, a small clearing shaded by the dense crowns of elms. They sat down beside me, and stared at me till I told them to relax.
One was named Ingrid, the other Kathy. Ingrid was a white-blonde girl, golden brown, a pale down on her cunt and light pink nipples topping softly swelling mounds. She was probably fifteen, fourteen maybe, with shrewd blue eyes and long legs.
Kathy was tall and slender, twelve, no tits, black hair and dark skin. She sat in the lotus position, the lips of her cunt pulling away from her untouched valley of love, nestling up against her heel, on which she rocked gently.
After the frustrations of the previous night, it took me no time at all to get up a full-sized rip-roaring erection, and they looked slightly intimidated at the sight of so much dick. I told Ingrid to taste it and she crawled over through the grass to timidly kiss the flushed head, and began to lick up and down the stem.
Kathy came closer. I lifted her up and planted her cunt on my mouth. She crowed with delight. Without wasting time she crouched down in the right position and rocked over my face while my tongue dabbled into her valley, sucking at the hole to get the fluids down, and flicking at her clitoris.
She was a natural for this kind of thing. Her cunt literally streamed over me, great waves of pleasure rushing through me every time a fresh load of nectar dribbled down my tongue and into my throat. Her hairless cunt was open wide, the lips full and fat, responding to my tongue by parting even further.
Ingrid was getting the hang of my cock, sucking and licking it like an expert. I was boiling with lust. That old ache for cunt struck me again. I propped my head up on my arms and watched the little cunt sway over my mouth. It was almost out of focus, it was so close.
I ate and got eaten. Both girls were enjoying themselves immensely but Ingrid was the first to take the initiative and ease her loins over my burning cock. She took it slowly, trying to prevent pain from happening inside her tender young cunt. But she cried out in intense pain when she busted her hymen on me and immediately tried to get off. I had different ideas. With both hands I pushed her all the way down over me, almost toppling Kathy in the process.
That made the pain more tolerable to her. With the shadow of a smile, she moved her body up and down, getting as much of my throbbing cock as she could. Kathy lay down beside us and began to masturbate furiously, her eyes on the spot where my cock entered Ingrid's blonde cunt.
I pulled her down over me so that her body was on mine, and then rolled over to mount her. Her legs spread instinctively, her long thin legs way up in the air as she abandoned her newly broken-in cunt to the wiles of my prick.
The heaving of my loins pushed her through the grass each time I delivered a power stroke, and so we moved through the small clearing, me in pursuit of her and catching her at every lunge. Kathy rolled behind us, breathlessly jamming fingers up her little cunt, changing position whenever she lost sight of my prick ripping into the tender pink flesh of Ingrid's snatch.
What an epic scene it must have been for an innocent onlooker. I hunched over little Ingrid like a ravening bull, ploughing into her and shoving her through the grass like a barrow without wheels, while Kathy pursued us like a hot dog, beating off in a fury.
I took out all my frustrations on Ingrid's newly initiated cunt, ramming home my dick knowing I would, this time, be allowed to complete the act. So I hung back, fucking her in different positions and from different angles. Then I gave her a little rest while I fucked Kathy as an interlude, and ate out Ingrid's relaxed, wildly wet box.
Back to Ingrid, Kathy pressing her cunt against my face while I mounted her from behind and rammed my dork up between her tightly clenched ass cheeks. Eating and fucking, lost in space, tasting Kathy's fresh juices, still smelling Ingrid's horny fumes.
I rammed home the final strokes, that set Ingrid groaning like the demons had possession of her, and caused Kathy to roll in the grass, high up on her back, her legs waving in the air, while three bunched fingers forced their way into her cunt.
We reached the vinegar stroke together and pushed on through the flimsy barrier between dream and reality. The orgasms were fine and consuming, hurtling us into the zone of bliss for a period.
Then we came down, gulping and panting, our eyes closed with exhaustion, tumbling back into the grass and resting, me on the bottom, two slight bodies prostrate over me. Ingrid's hands were over my cock, rubbing it, and spreading the white sperm over my belly among the curling blond hairs absentmindedly.
I don't know how long we lay there. It grew cooler and the sun disappeared, a soft rain descended on us, and still we didn't see the need to move. Only when we heard thunder in the distance did we stir and begin the long walk back to camp.
What a difference in the reception I got when I walked inside the cafeteria that evening! Girls smiled at me, their eyes checking out my crotch once more, and the promise of much sex dangled before my eyes like a carrot dipped in the most intoxicating champagne!
Elsa sat down beside me and reaffirmed that all had been forgiven. She even went so far as to grope for my balls under the table cloth, but I knew she didn't like to so I told her it was okay.
It was okay, sure enough. Those shining young eyes upon me, and all those pre-pubescent cunts on the long benches, shifting uneasily as the anticipation of harsh fucking grew in their subconscious minds – I'd made sure it was okay!