After two weeks, Camp Good Health had declined into a running orgy. The director had heard about my snapshots and had instantly withdrawn into his cottage, thus creating a power vacuum. No one else dared fill it, in case they should earn my wrath. The photos hung over the camp like the sword of Damocles and the result was chaos.
Organized hikes and physical exercises just weren't in it anymore. The girls were quick to take advantage of the relaxation of discipline and scoffed at any attempt to get them to do things for their own good. Instead, they hung out in the huts and on corners, smoking and playing cards, forming gangs and terrorizing other gangs.
As for us leaders, we cut our little morsels off the bunch and consumed them in the privacy of our cabins, living high and sleeping late, with occasional runs into town to replenish supplies of liquor and beer.
I got kind of tired of this wholesale debauchery, and at one stage contemplated taking over the reins of the camp myself, till Elsa showed me some indelicate photographs of me cavorting with a troop of little girls. So we were all equal!
For a few days I went along with the riotous goings-on, walking into huts late at night to play blind man's buff, also known as blind date. This was amusing mainly because you never knew who you would screw beforehand, and some of the plainer girls got their oats this way. But then the cheating started, prior arrangements, attention-getting gimmicks, and quarrels.
Besides, much of the pleasure had gone out of fucking. With everyone doing it all the time, it had become like brushing your teeth under orders, or passing a qualifying test. I felt fucked out and listless, nothing excited me anymore, and as the days went by I began hiding out in the woods with a good book.
One day I gathered a beach towel, a transistor radio, and a book, and traipsed off into the forest, headed for the lake. Behind me, girls screeched with laughter while watching Elsa and her Little League lesbians perform a symphony of sucking, and further down were Lester Phipps and his maidens demonstrating a number of tricks designed to intensify sexual delights. Mark had disappeared long ago with about twenty girls and enough food to keep them in the woods for a week.
I felt tired, a little heartsick. It had been such fun before, why did it have to get gross? Mumbling to myself, I walked through trees and shrubs, soon lost in the silence of the forest. Suddenly I heard snapping twigs. I stood still and pricked my ears up. I got the direction, then saw the vague flash of a figure coming towards me.
It was Sandy. Tall, lithe, her black skin shining with sweat, and her little tits heaving from the exertion, she stumbled up to me and fell around my neck while trying to catch her breath. In a strange way I was pleased to see her. Ever since the time we fucked, I had often thought about her, recalling her panther-like body and the supple muscles under her smooth skin.
Finally, she found her voice and said, "Let me stick around with you, James. I'm so pissed with those girls I could throw up."
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Ah, they're all giving me the treatment. You know how they are, all mouth when they're in a group. Besides, I hate girls, they're nothing but bitches."
"Why do you say that?" We began walking, following a faint trail towards the lake. "You seemed to have a lot of friends last time we met."
"They were just out to get you, not to look after me," she said, looking straight ahead with a touch of bitterness appearing in her voice, "and then that Southern bitch, but forget it. You don't mind if I hang out with you, do you?"
"I'm glad you found me." I said. "Let's get away from all the others, right away. Maybe we'll never come back. What do you say?"
"Oh, that's too good for words!" she cried, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me with her wide, full mouth. "Man, I could really dig to see the last of those assholes!"
We walked hand in hand through the deeply-shaded woods, and reached the lake early in the afternoon. There were a few girls swimming on the opposite shores. They were a small minority who didn't like the others either. And, since we left them alone, they stayed clear of us.
It was warm and sunny, a cool zephyr blowing across the rippling surface of the lake. We stretched out in a dense patch of grass and unwound into the relaxed atmosphere of the place. Sandy had on shorts and a halter top, her long legs drawn up so I caught the beginning of her rounded buttocks just below the wide shorts. Faint tingles ran up my insides like air bubbles in an aquarium.
She saw the look in my eye but didn't respond. Her face struck me in all its beauty, the high cheekbones and the turned down almond-shaped eyes, the skin stretched taut over her firm jawbones and down over her long, finely-muscled neck. Just looking at her took my breath away. But then she turned to me, and her queenly, aloof beauty became friendlier, more approachable.
"Do you like me, James?" she asked. Her voice was high and silvery, young even for her tender years.
"I like you very much," I said huskily, the words catching in my throat. Her lips caught my eye, full and wide, the brilliant white teeth flashing behind them, lips that I recalled in minute detail from our one night together. How I longed to kiss them again.
"Why do you like me?" I wondered if she was teasing, or just looking for reassurance.
"Because you're beautiful and you're yourself," I said. She smiled and came a little closer to me. I took her hand and she squeezed mine. She told me how horrible she had felt when the vigilantes had rent us asunder, and she had found it impossible to get to sleep that night.
"Maybe this time it'll end differently," I suggested.
"Oh, I hope so, James. You made me feel so good last time and then, just as I was near to feeling perfect, those bitches interrupted and I felt like I had a broomstick up my cunt for the whole night."
"Let's take a swim," I said. She nodded and took off her clothes. Once again, she charged me up as if the sight of her jumped me. Those smooth long limbs, the blackness of her cunt with the tiny curls just pushing up out of her skin, and those hard titties with the dark nipples, all of it combined into a potent brew. Then, as she walked towards the lake, I saw her dimpled buttocks, round and pressed together into a razor-thin furrow, rolling smoothly as oiled bearings.
By the time I hit the water, I was as hard as a board, raring to go. But we had all the time we could need, no sense in hurrying anything. She cried out in pleasure as she leaped about in the water, splashing me and diving under, her short cropped curls flat down her exquisite skull, looking more like a water sprite than a twelve-year-old schoolgirl.
I stood up to my waist in the cool waters, and watched her play. The sun sent golden dusty beams through the foliage to play about her, bouncing off the waters and created an aura that lit up her skin and made her teeth flash brilliantly.
In spite of the cool water, my cock rose with dizzying speed, the flushed knob peeking out over the surface as if providing her with a beacon to home in on. And she did. Still playing, splashing, pretending not to notice me, she came closer and closer, till she threw her arms around my neck and made me lose my balance.
We toppled into the water, kissing and embracing till we were forced up for oxygen. Breathless and laughing, she waded through the water away from me, jumping when it became shallow enough to vault the water, and ran onto the beach to fall headlong in the grass.
I ran after her, tugged by my trembling erection, my eyes wide, staring at her graceful figure plunging to the shore. The water resisted my progress but I was hardly aware of it. I could only think of making love with her.
On the grass beside her, my hands running over her wet skin, feeling the curves of her flesh, its resilience, my fingers easing into the tight furrow of her cheeks and burrowing in deep till they touched her tiny asshole. She pressed in close to me, her flesh setting mine on fire.
Holding onto her ass, I slid down into the join of her thighs and allowed my tongue to tarry between the top of her wide cleft, caressing the pulvinated skin and relishing each tiny curl peeking out of it. Her back arched tautly, bringing her cunt up higher so I would dig my tongue up her hole, and I obliged her happily.
She had a taste all of her own. Though she refused to use perfume, she favored bath oils, one in particular that smelled like an orange grove, fresh, a little bitter, fragrant without being cloying. I could smell the remains of it in her cunt, together with a tangy blend of human secretions that added up to olives and mushroom, but could instantly change to quite a different taste like a sweet meat, or almonds.
I sucked all of it into me, tasting it all the way down my throat and smelling it with all the power of my nostrils. The sticky fluids and the spit mingled to cover my face and absorb me all the more into the wonderful world of her box, while she writhed and groaned, her back as taut as a bow and quiver.
Her legs came around my neck so that her sinewy thighs were clasped about my ears. I pulled the cheeks of her ass further apart so that the dark valley stretched wide, and ran my tongue up in hard licks, concentrating about the clitoris that had appeared out of its tuck of skin and reared up like a mighty midget, hard as a bullet.
How she danced when I chafed it subtly with my teeth, the fluids gushing down and running over my fingers into the furrow itself. I lifted her up higher and gave my mouth free rein in her ass. It nipped and nibbled, licked and tasted, caressed and chewed, rimming her asshole, then the elastically constricted hole of her cunt, easing in and out, flicking at drops of nectar wherever they were.
Her hips began to jerk convulsively and she begged me to give her a break, just for a moment, so she could absorb all the rushes of ecstasy I had triggered off in her. I wanted to keep going but she slid out of my grasp and before I could retrench, she was down on me.
I saw she meant business, so I lay back and relaxed. Her instincts were either working at full pelt, or she had had lessons from the other demons disguised as little girls, because she worked me over like a blowjob queen.
Her wide mouth stretched around my vibrant cock, to linger around the burning head for a moment before plunging down around the sides. I groaned and tried to dig into the ground with my back under the sheer force of feeling. She went up and did it again, and again I could hardly take it all. She was like an arsonist, setting my body alight with the sudden brilliance of a flash cube.
Suddenly I wanted nothing else in this world than to be blown by her. And that, for me, is peculiar, since I have never thought highly of men who go into sexual escapades just to have their peeny-weeny sucked. She was good, super good, her lips and tongue shivering around my flesh till it threatened to disintegrate into ecstatic ashes.
But she brought me too close to blowing, and in the back of my mind the idea of fucking was still very strong. With a titanic exertion of mind over flesh, I pulled free and laid her out on the beach towel.
She looked at me, ripe and ready, her eyes focusing with effort, and smiling distractedly when I covered her body with mine. Her hand went down to my groin and guided my aching cock into her soaked hole, where it slipped inside as though there was a vacuum to suck it in.
My cock felt as if it would explode into a fountain of hot cream at any second. It was all self-discipline for me, hardly able to enjoy the feeling of her tense, wet flesh clamped around my cock like a silken sheath rubbed with precious oils.
She simmered while I fucked carefully, flying up and boiling over now and then when my cock hit the spot, and subsiding once more into a hot time bomb of a woman set for Any Time. Fucking her was like playing a perfectly tuned violin; you knew that, as long as you stroked correctly, she would respond totally.
Though I had to gnash my teeth and keep my thoughts at bay, I knew I had reached a state of bliss that is denied most men. We fucked tightly, cautiously, knowing that one wrong move would trigger off a welter of discords and send us erupting into premature climaxes, thus dissipating a moment which ought to last forever.
There was nothing childish about her now. The woman in her, that had been lying barely dormant ever since she was born, had burst through all the veneers, leaving only a child's body to do it all with. And who needed more? Firm and strong, her tits madly exciting despite their lack of volume, her loins deft and supple, her cunt a masterpiece and torrid, she was all I wanted.
We barely moved for some time, our bodies just squeezing up against each other in a slow, regular motion. My prick was up to the hilt in her cunt, regaled by juices and the softest flesh. Only our pubic bones came together, nudging each other towards a climax on the grand scale, but doing it slowly, as if we were spinning a silk cocoon.
Enveloped in our womb of passion, we fucked, speeding up now that the end was in sight, ascending up the mountain recklessly, knowing that wherever we dropped we would land in each other's arms. Her cries grew higher, tighter, till they were barely audible squeals – one more thrust, and her voice abruptly dropped several octaves to give out a full-throated roar of pleasure.
That was my cue. My body rocked and shook as my loins gave way to all the pent-up energy, and slammed each thrust home rapidly, lightning reaming, my cock agitating her insides till the juices splattered and dribbled down both our thighs. Then my body convulsed from head to toe and I let fly a wad as big as a howitzer shell which burst up high and sent her off on another thrilling spasm.
I tumbled off her, stretching out in the cool grass and letting it bring necessary relief to my quivering nerve ends. Her black skin shone with sweat and the varying rays of sun bursting through the foliage above, and once more she made me dizzy with her exotic beauty.
She rolled over towards me and I cradled her in my arms as we both dozed off, utterly spent and content, our bodies enjoying one of the rare moments granted us on earth, a moment when we have no needs at all. Famous beauties could parade past me at such times, they could poke their cunts at me, try to force their strawberry nipples down my throat, and I would not turn a hair.
When we woke up it was late afternoon. The girls who had earlier been swimming had disappeared, and we had the entire lake to ourselves. Without words, we walked into the water and swam towards the raft that had been anchored in the center of the lake, where we climbed aboard and rested in the fading sunlight.
The forest spread out away from the lake into every direction, and the polychromatic rays of the sun bathed it in a dazzle of colors, while turning the sky a dark blue at one end, and painting it red at the other horizon, with tiny clouds streaked red, orange, and purple hanging near the sun.
Still silent, we watched it go down, disappearing finally in a crescendo of fragmented hues and tints, till it became quite dark over the lake. But it was still warm, all the heat absorbed by the water during the day oozing upwards now to keep the temperature even with the air.
"Couldn't we build a hut here," she said finally, "and live here forever, just the two of us?"
I didn't answer, but I certainly thought about it. Hell, to have her with me permanently would be more happiness than I was prepared for. But people would talk, and they'd drag us apart, just as they always did with those who diverged from their standards of normalcy.
Instead of answering, I kissed her, and she pressed into me with a natural urgency. My hands roved over her hard body, slipping over the polished skin, the sinews and long muscles, the bones, feeling her all over and holding her so close that we almost merged.
Her breathing came to my ears like whispered music, a guide for action. My touch seemed to excite her instantly, like flicking on the lights, and it was contagious. My hand found her breasts and squeezed them tenderly, kissing her nipples and rolling my tongue around them till they were erect and she pushed them further into my mouth.
I stuck with her tits for a long time, kissing, sucking, holding them in my palms, rubbing them soft and hard, while she moaned and indicated she could take that for a long time. She was like a barely tame cat the way she responded, curving her body and purring way down, her face expressing an animal excitement that would only be tempered later when people taught her how to act like a lady.
While I sucked I went through all the phases of tit-consciousness, beginning with babyhood when the tit is the center of the universe, graduating through childish fantasies about those bobbing bundles of flesh behind the motherly blouse, and adolescent tit-fantasies that require bigger and bigger tits before satisfaction may be attained, till tits look like mountains, and their bearers fade out like the Cheshire cat.
All added fuel to my fire, though there was hardly enough tit to go round. Yet what little there was, was indeed precious. Tender flesh, innocent and new, blacker in the night, and sweeter than any I had tasted. But finally I parted from them, when her breathing came harshly and her trembling became critical.
I contented myself with a quick drink of her cunt, there was no need for further foreplay. She was sopping wet and very hot, the trembling shaking up her whole body, her way of telling me to fling it into her.
But rather than subject her tender skin to the risk of picking up splinters from the wooden raft's rough planks, I lay on my back and brought her on top of me. She eased aboard with a deep sigh of contentment, on her knees for the moment while my prick plumbed her depths.
Then, when I was way up into her, she lay on top of me so that the maximum amount of her pressed against the most she could get of me, and my prick was wedged securely between her closed thighs, bent a little, just the knob sliding up and down the hot canal of her cunt.
She squirmed subtly so that her clitoris could get the most out of it, and I imagined I could feel the hard little knob writhing against my prick. But I knew I could feel her cunt – smooth and wet, it entrapped my prick in a heavenly hold, palpitating slightly to do maddening things to it.
We lay like that till she came with a sudden shudder, after which she got up and squatted over me with her back turned to me. I waited to see what she had in mind.
With both hands she pulled at the full cheeks of her ass, exposing both orifices to me. And I, taking my sorely throbbing cock in hand, steered it at her asshole. At first I didn't think she would go through with it. The first touch of my prick alarmed her, and when the knob pushed at her sphincter muscles, she emitted a small cry of pain.
But with rare courage she pressed on, and slowly my well greased member worked its way up her ass, fighting to separate the constricted walls while her asshole stretched excruciatingly. I think she was sobbing a bit but she kept on going, her ass taut and heart-shaped in front of me, shining in the soft glow of moonlight, her long, slender back and her broad shoulders curved forward while she supported herself on both hands to get the rest of me inside.
We did it. She sat down on my pubic bone with a long sigh, and rested up awhile. Then we struggled together while I got up on my knees and loomed over her to begin fucking her ass with short, slow strokes. My prick was so hard and swollen I thought it would choke inside her tiny channel, but somehow it found the margin and the flexibility necessary to get cracking.
I ploughed in and out, taking longer strokes as her cunt juices lubricated the smooth, damp tissue around my intruding cock, and her pain slowly melted into pure, sharp pleasure. Faster now, my loins driving the prick home to the hilt with a snapping whip that forced high cries out of her throat, cries of inhuman bliss.
Her ass held me in a vise, and I knew my erection had only a short span of time before it would succumb to this fanatical embrace of passion. Quickly, I brought my hand around, down her flat belly, to her cunt, where I found her wide open cunt, and began fingering her clit with all my might.
I had pressed the right button. She took a mighty breath and exploded! What a beautiful feeling. My hand caught the running juices and rubbed it all over her belly, thighs, passing some on to her for her tongue to relish. Meanwhile I fucked on, sending my cock flying up her ass, leaning back and watching it clamped between the cheeks with primitive delight.
And there it went. I couldn't hold on any more, the orgasm was wrenched from within me, collapsing me inside. I heard myself draw in more air with a strange, prolonged growl, till the balance had been restored, and I rested on her for awhile.
Without extracting my rapidly shrinking cock, we tumbled into the water, and began the long swim back to the beach. It was dark now, and, but for the silver glow of the moon, we would never have found our spot again.
We swam slowly, on our backs most of the time, just kicking at the water and propelling ourselves with indolent strokes of our arms. The experiences we had had together still thrilled through us, we could hardly take our eyes off each other even if it was hard to see anything.
Back on land, I found my towel, the radio, and the good book I had intended to finish, and, gathering these, we walked back to the hut. Again she started to talk about leaving the camp before the month was up. I told her I had a wife at home, but that didn't disturb her. With her child's logic she told me to leave her. And, seen as a solution, it was plausible enough.
Still, I didn't want to make up my mind straight away. I told her about laws, and how hard people can make it for other people, if they gang up. She understood that, and said she would ask me again tomorrow.
Not much time to think things over. However, I felt as if there were possibilities that I had not yet explored, and perhaps the light of day would throw them into relief for me.
I led her back to my hut; there was no question of her parting from me now. Funny how quickly I had become dependent on her company – but I pushed it into the back of my mind, waiting for daylight, when the sun would burn away this infatuation, and reality would show me the way out of the dilemma.