Despite the grandiose evening the girls treated me to that evening, I still went into town the next day to have my photos developed privately. It took me some time to find a photographer who could be bought for a sum I could afford. Finally I found a man who required little more than a masked set of his own copies.
Because I didn't trust him, and because he understood why, I was in the darkroom with him while he developed them, and scratched out the faces on the copies meant for his collection. The other copies, and the negatives, went to me.
They were perfect shots, every one of them. Gloating, I sent the negatives to my private post office box, and tucked the developed prints into my wallet. To celebrate I went into a bar for a quick drink.
The day stretched out before me. I was free till I chose to return to the camp. If the director, or anyone else for that matter, wanted to take me to task for it, that was fine with me. But I felt pretty sure no one would jeopardize his future just to slap me on the wrist.
The bar was quiet. All decent folks were at work. Only myself, a few local characters, and a middle-aged woman were in there drinking. The middle-aged woman took an interest in me, and considering the kind of competition I had in that bar, I didn't blame her.
After downing my drink and ordering two more, I sat down beside her and slid the spare glass over. She smiled gratefully and we struck up a conversation. The usual talk, was I at Camp Good Health, yes I was and what did she do for a living, stuff like that. The whole talk was just a preamble for bed, and we both knew it.
It turned out she was married to a sailor who was, at that moment, somewhere in the Mediterranean. Her children were at school, she was lonely, looking for distractions, perhaps I could help? I said I would sure try, if she would only take me to her place.
She drank her drink down in a flash and was on her feet before I even had the whole sentence out of my mouth. It was only a few blocks before we reached a neat suburban house with a two-car garage. She opened the front door and showed me into the living room. Then she excused herself for a moment.
Actually, seen in the light of day, she wasn't nearly as middle-aged as she had seemed in that bar. In her thirties, I guessed, maybe she'd had a hard life. But she was a well-built woman, full-breasted, full-hipped, and she carried herself well.
I relaxed with the drink she'd set up for me, and enjoyed my holiday away from the camp. It was good that I had met her, perhaps screwing with an older woman would make it easier for me to readjust to my wife when I got back home. Because I realized how dangerous this new appetite of mine was. I only had two hopes of escaping its deadly pincers: to fuck my way through and out of it, or to find a more alluring alternative.
Her name was Bertha, not provocative, being more reminiscent of Big Bertha and Boxcar Bertha, but one didn't fuck the name. She led me up to her bedroom. I noticed she smelled very sweet, and that her ass wobbled freely. So that's what she had been doing while I relaxed over a drink – taken her corset off, and put on that cloying perfume.
She smiled broadly when I embraced her and pressed her ample loins into mine as her mouth found my lips, and we kissed. There was something peculiar about kissing her, not just the taste of cracking lipstick or the smell of nicotine on her breath, but its loose wetness. I didn't like it, it was too sloppy, too worn for me.
And yet I kept it up, feeling the faint stirrings in my prick as if it was willing to give it a try. I caressed her back, feeling the yielding flesh of her big ass, a real woman's ass, round and fulsome and that more than anything else got me aroused.
Clothes were scattered about the room, our flesh appearing from layers of civilization. Her full bosom turned out to be two enormous sagging jugs with stretch marks running down them like wood grain. Her stomach was full and rounded, tapering down into a triangle of bushy grey curls. Big thighs pressed together above her knees, the flesh off-white and shot with blue veins, the bulges of her ass visible even from the frontal view – I hesitated.
But my prick seemed undaunted. It stood up from my belly and bobbed restlessly in the direction of her cunt. She grabbed it greedily and sank down on her knees before me to stretch her red painted lips wide to accommodate all of it in one frightening gulp.
I stood my ground, my hands not knowing what to do with themselves while she sucked at me. I looked down at her back, the flab hanging down, curving out into big hams that were deeply indented by her heels. More than anything, I felt sorry for her.
She, on the other hand, seemed to feel everything but sympathy for me. She had much of my horn in her mouth, and was feeling me up with both hands. Only by means of her expert stimulation did she keep me hard. Maybe she knew it. She ran her hands down my legs and back up, feeling my balls, fingering my ass, and squeezing the buttocks, while her breathing rasped feverishly.
Her head jerked back and forth over my dick, trying to masturbate me with her mouth. Then, when she thought I was horny enough, she stood up and kissed me deeply before reclining on the bed, her legs wide apart, her face eager.
I looked at her grey-haired box and was reminded of nothing so much as frosted swamp grass. It had become shapeless with age and wear, the lips flabby, and hole too big and too red, and I just knew what it would feel like around my dick. So, rather than eat her out, which is what she wanted me to do, I got on top of her and quickly poked my dick up her before it would be too limp for penetration.
I had been right. Like fucking a quaking bog. Her face was ridiculously radiant, her breathing forced, and her tits felt like old wet sponges sewn up in bags of skin two sizes too large. Suddenly I couldn't do it anymore, as if the off switch had been flicked way down in my balls.
The erection simply vanished. The look in her eyes was one of tragedy, and I felt terrible. Nothing is quite as humiliating as losing your hard-on during your first date. But I knew the reasons for it, and I also knew I'd better not tell her or she'd take after me with a cleaver.
"I think it's a vitamin deficiency," I told her in confidential tones. "I know about these things, being a PT instructor, and it wouldn't have happened if I had had access to the camp supplies of Vitamin E. But they didn't have any, and I've really been burning those calories up lately, so…"
"Is that all it is?" she asked, with relief in her voice. "Well, that's easily fixed. I'll just go to the drug store and get you some."
"Don't go to any trouble," I said hastily. "I'll go and get some myself and then I'll come back tomorrow to make up for this."
"No, no," she said, getting up and dressing. "I don't want a pretty fella like you escaping me, no sir! You just relax now while I get those vitamins. It'll take me half an hour to walk to the drugstore because I don't have a car, since I smashed it up last week, but don't you worry. And I'm taking your trousers, just in case you get impatient."
She walked out, her ass bouncing with an air of triumph. I gnashed my teeth. Fucking old whore, she knew all the tricks and more! Taking my Goddamn trousers. Well, I couldn't say she was dumb.
A few minutes after she had left the house, I heard the front door open and footsteps coming up the stairs. I expected it to be her, she probably borrowed some from next door, just to speed up the showdown. But to my surprise a very pretty young girl of eleven walked in.
She was only mildly surprised to see me. "Are you my mom's new man?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I guess so," I said uncertainly, "what's your name?"
"Julia, just like my mom," she said, fiddling with a lock of her long brown hair, "and I have a boyfriend."
"Oh yeah? What do you do with him?"
"We play mummies," she said, "only he calls it mothers and fathers."
"And what happens when you play that game?" Something impelled me to pursue the matter. She sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs in the air. What a morsel she was! My mouth watered at the very sight of her. Fresh, naive, innocent of everything that her mother had had too much of.
"Johnny lets me see his thing and then I make it stand up," she said proudly. "It always stands up for me."
"Let's see," I said, "I don't believe you can make mine stand up, so let's see you do it."
"Where is it?" she asked, responding to the challenge as if still in class.
I threw the covers back and exposed my limp member to her wide open blue eyes. She reached out and took it in her moist little fist, jerking up and down. Awkward at first, she soon got the hang of it and sure enough, she made it stand up.
"You see?" she said victoriously, "I make it stand up every time."
"What does Johnny do to you in return?" I asked.
"He makes me take my pants down and tries to stick it up me. Do you want to see where he tries to stick it, mister?"
"Yes, I would, I'm curious about things like that."
Her pants came down, a little grubby from playing at school, and her chubby, firm cunt appeared. What a feast for the eyes! Round, with a wide split running up the middle, her little ass cheeks visible behind it, I couldn't resist touching it just for a second.
She drew back at that, and told me only Johnny was allowed to touch her there! I told her that, since she had touched my thing, I should be allowed to touch her thing. That gave her food for thought. Eventually she said I could touch her.
"How about taking all your clothes off then?" I proposed, "then we can touch each other all over."
"My mummy wouldn't like it," she hesitated.
"She'll never know," I said, side-stepping the obvious reply to her statement. She nodded and undressed. All pink and soft, her chest slightly full, just puffy, with her pretty face flushed with uncertainty, till I took her hand and pulled her down on me.
Once our flesh met she sensed what to do. She kissed me. Her mouth was hard and wet, and she smelled of candy and chewing gum. I slipped my tongue deep into her mouth just to savor all those childish tastes, and she drew back coughing. I apologized and told her I would buy her candy later, which was the quickest way to mollify her. She came back into my arms and we tried again.
Vitamin E wasn't in it. My dick was as hard and hot as a red poker, just aching to get into her little snatch. She seemed to be warming up pretty quick, and, to keep her on the ascent, I began kissing her soft breasts, pressing into them and drawing the nipples out till she panted with excitement.
In some ways she was like the primitive person who experiences sun for the first time – delighted, a little frightened and in awe of the phenomenon. Her excitement exceeded anything she had experienced before and she snapped in the middle of our love making so that her resistance vanished and she abandoned herself to me utterly.
She lay back, her stomach curving out as her loins pressed into my mouth when I reached her cunt, and I could tell by her face that my tongue was doing a grand job for her. I fell into it, almost, sucking and licking greedily, savoring each trace of piss and sweat, the remains of baby powder and the smell of cotton underwear, along with the womanly odor of her juices that ran freely from the moment I laid my mouth on her.
I drank my heady draft deep, fingering her tight cunt to relax the muscles gripping around the rim. She groaned and struggled in closer, her little hands on her tiny tits, caressing them with random squeezes.
My dick was in the process of boring a hole into the mattress. I wanted her so badly I was willing to forsake her pleasure for the sake of mine but I kept a hold on myself. I wanted her to reach her peak before I inserted myself so that taking her over the top would be a simpler matter. One thing I had learned in the past week was that without an orgasm, a fuck is just like burning the bridge. I licked her ass and ran my tongue up the tight furrow between the two firm orbs of flesh, my fingers titillating her nipples till they were hard with passion. Her slender body was racked with pleasure, choppy seas of passion causing her to jerk and writhe around the pivotal cunt.
Finally the whistle blew and I mounted her speedily. My cock found its own way in, simply knocking the door down and barging right up her hallway without further ado. She screamed in a pitch that almost defied my hearing, but I recognized it as the expression of a full pain and pleasure mixture.
Blood and juices all over the sheets, my balls banging up against her button asshole, feeling her lithe body beneath mine. Her arms came around me and held me close while each stroke I delivered sent her off into a paroxysm of passion. I thought my cock would fly off like a bung under pressure.
The clamp of her hot, pulsing flesh around my stroking dick proved too much for my self control. In a final wild flourish of pneumatic strokes I brought us both into a hearty climax and it was over. We grinned at each other the way people do when they've just made each other happy, and then I got up quickly. If her mother came home and found us like that, it'd be the sheriff's office for sure.
"Come on," I said, ripping the sheet off the bed, "find another sheet and throw this one away, or else your mom's going to know what we've been doing."
She looked at the patch of blood and stain, and saw my point. From the chest of drawers she took another sheet and, while I placed it over the mattress, she ran downstairs with the soiled one and disposed of it. I made the bed and sat down on it when I was fully dressed, i.e., as fully as a man can be when he has no trousers.
Little Julia went down into the kitchen and fixed me a cup of coffee and brought it up to me. Just as I took my first sip, the front door slammed to and big Julia came in.
"So you met my little girl, huh," she said, "and you got dressed for her sake. That's mighty decent of you, but it wasn't necessary. She's seen them all, all the men I've had in this bed. Anyway, here's your vitamins, take a handful to be sure."
She looked uglier than ever to me, but I swallowed the pills and undressed once more to join her in the bed. Julia, to my surprise, remained in the room, sitting down on the chair next to her mother, and watching while she tried to seduce me.
I wanted to oblige the mother if only to make up for the decoration of her daughter. But my prick has a mind of its own and, since it had been sated, it showed no inclination to budge. At first I was able to pretend that I was waiting for the vitamins to take effect, and the older Julia indulged me.
Little Julia sat on the chair, swinging her legs and sipping at an ice cube, watching us gravely as if endeavoring to pick up pointers for her own sex life. Her presence gave the affair a dash of flavor, anyway, and her mother tried to enliven the proceedings by tugging at my limp member and pressing her ragged lips over mine.
That turned the flame right down. She felt the limpness become complete and, with a sound like a snarl, dove down to give me head.
I lay there, looking up little Julia's skirt, doing my best to get erect. The mother's mouth drove down to the very base of my prick and went even further to fish up one of the balls and suck at it.
She was an expert. In the barrenness of my loins she managed to grow a few feeble flowers, and, with the aid of little Julia's leg-swinging, panty-peeping exhibition, those blooms turned into a sunflower. The mother got up, grinning triumphantly and made to squat over my erect prick. I wanted to tell her she had to be quick if she wanted to catch it, but I was too ashamed.
And sure enough. No sooner did the flushed knob catch sight of the hoary bog than it sagged in the middle and slipped out of her hand like a swooning damsel.
"What the fuck does it take to get you hard!" Julia said angrily, "do you expect me to suck all day just to get a thrill!"
"I don't know what's wrong with me," I said humbly, fingering my dick and trying to persuade it, "maybe the vitamins are old, let me see the bottle."
She tossed the bottle at me. The date showed they were fresh, at the peak of their effectiveness in fact. Her face was dark with fury and frustration. She sat down on my thighs and began to masturbate me. I could feel the wet hotness of her twat and wished it was the next day.
"Can I help you, Mommy?" Julia said, hopping off the chair and coming over.
"Sit down and shut up," said her mother. She blew her chance, I thought sadly, watching the little girl clamber back up on the chair awkwardly, so that her dress rode up and gave me a full view of her cotton drawers.
"Why don't you let her help you," I said, trying to look scientific about it, "you never know, she might learn something from it all."
"The kid's eleven years old!" Julia protested. "She's not supposed to know a damn thing about things like this!"
"That's why she's in the room with us?"
"She gets lonely," the mother muttered, "all right, kid, come here and take your clothes off. Maybe it is time you put some of that learning into practice."
My cock shot up like a jack-in-a-box, and the older woman turned her curious gaze on me instantly. Then she nodded and grinned to herself. Little Julia got into bed with us and wrapped her arms around me, her warm nude cunt pressing against my side. I got so hard I thought I would burst, and the mother took advantage of my condition to slip her big cunt over it.
My hands went over to little Julia, pressing her inchoate tits once more with feeling, and fingering her wet cunt, savoring its firm smoothness, so different from her mother's fucked-up swamp.
And yet, that swamp didn't feel bad as its silky, worn insides quivered along the sides of my cock, and the juices bubbled and slurped around it. I lay back, moving my loins into a better position, and began kissing the little girl while her mother fucked me harder to get my attention back. She fought a losing battle.
Little Julia knew the score. She squatted over my face and let me eat her out while she held on to the bedpost and moaned. Her mother was amazed to see her daughter behaving like that, but soon took it in her stride. Besides, her eyes got glassier by the second as she felt the virility of my upright prick barge into her ancient temple.
All of us were becoming increasingly heated. The bed creaked ominously as her massive ass belted down upon me. I was terrified she'd miss her goal, the power of those motions would surely snap my prick in two. But she was an old hand at it.
Little Julia squirmed over my face, losing track of my tongue and sitting on my nose or my forehead, even my chin, wherever she could find the pressure her naive cunt needed so badly. Her mother came like a poleaxed ox, but didn't break her beat, just kept on fucking even while she teetered and gasped on top of me.
Little Julia and I found her spot together. I nibbled at her tiny clitoris and she came with a squeal of surprise, alarm, and bliss. She lost her balance and fell back against her mother's bouncing breasts, where she rested contentedly for some minutes before coming back to my mouth.
I wanted nothing more than for the mother to get off me so I could plant the daughter on it. How I longed for the firm clasp of her flesh! Recollections of our passionate fuck flooded my brain. I couldn't take this loose bog anymore, I had to have the girl.
With an angry shrug I threw the mother off. She was unprepared and fell off the bed. It must have knocked her out, because she didn't move. Like a flash I was up into little Julia, and we began fucking like lunatics who've just come out of isolation.
She had been dying for it the whole time, and now that I was giving it to her, she nearly went crazy with joy. Gasping and screaming, her thin legs curling around me and holding me tight, she banged her loins into mine while my giant wild prick ploughed into her.
Her cunt became mine. I could feel all the sensations she was feeling, as well as my own. The way the flesh parted under the pressure of my ravaging dick and how the fluids oozed out of the dark cavern walls. My head hummed with the sharp tingles and blanket ecstasies she gave it, and I drove in deeper, deeper, while my groin ground against her cunt to bring her undone.
We fucked up a lather. She was shaking, dribbling, gulping hysterically for air whenever she forgot to breathe, and climaxing wonderfully. Finally I blew my wad into her snug little cunt and lay on top of her.
When I looked up, the elder Julia was on the chair, rubbing her head and looked very pissed off with both of us. She ordered her daughter to bed without supper, and she told me to get the hell out of her house before she could fetch the shotgun from her closet.
I can take a hint if nothing else. Dressing hurriedly, I bade my young love goodbye, thanked my hostess, and ran out of the front door while she made threatening motions from the closet. Out in the street I just kept going, trying to guess what sort of a range a shotgun had.
After a quick drink, I got back into the car and sat there for some time before I turned the ignition and drove slowly back to Camp Good Health. My heart was still beating wildly with the excitement of the afternoon, and I felt the die had been cast for good. Older women were out, younger girls were in.
And when that truth finally established itself in my mind, I could hardly wait to get back to the camp to take my pick of the spring chickens walking about in there with nothing to do but provide pleasure.
What a life – a couple of weeks ago nothing and in that short a time I could fuck myself silly without the slightest risk of apprehension, or of the supply running low.
Somewhere, some time, I must have done something right, I figured.