Cammy stretched her legs in the bright sunshine and lay back in the soft grass. It was too early for the boats to be cruising along the bayou, at lest too early for the ones she was interested in. Several fishing parties had come up the water, parties on board the luxury boats some of the New Orleans people owned. Cammy had heard a few loud calls of appreciation in a boat churned by, a few whistles, a few kidding invitations to join the party. She ignored those compliments, even though they did make her feel good. She was interested in the local boats, the boats with men like Pierre LaBlanc on board. She wasn't out here just to display her tanned legs. She was out here to attract a good cock.
The girl was still shocked over having seen her father fucking Yvonne. She had suspected that Yvonne messed around and slept with men other than her husband. Cammy never dreamed, though, that Yvonne was screwing around inside the family. Her father was not that old, but Cammy had never thought of him as needing a woman before. She had to face that now. Antoine Dusseaux was a healthy, virile male. Why shouldn't he need a fuck like any other man?
Cammy supposed that it must be all right for Antoine to screw his son's wife. It didn't look right, of course. There would be a hell of a fight if Gilbert even suspected it. Gilbert was the only man along the bayou who was strong enough to take on Antoine. Cammy shuddered as she remembered the one fight the two had. No one seemed to know who had won, because both were out on their feet by the time they collapsed together. Site didn't want to ever have to witness another fight like that one.
She locked up as she heard the muffled sound of a diesel engine down the bayou. The boat glistened in the sunlight as it approached. Cammy leaned on an elbow and watched in resigned boredom. Another pleasure boat. Another boat some man from New Orleans kept tied up all week so he could party on it on weekends. She watched the boat as it slowed, then veered towards the bank.
"Hi, there!" a cheery voice called down to her. Cammy looked up to see a bronzed young man, blond, wearing only swim trunks. Damn, he was a hunk of man! She smiled up and waved back to him. The man motioned her closer to the bank as he brought the boat almost to a stop. He shouted over the deep chug of the diesels.
"Hop aboard," he invited her. "Perhaps you can help me. You may know the person I'm looking for."
Cammy hesitated. Antoine had warned her continually about not getting involved with these boaters. For that matter, her dad didn't want her having anything to do with anyone, Cajun or otherwise, who she didn't know. The girl hesitated, studied the boat, then smiled and waited for him to work it close enough to the bank for her to leap aboard. The boat was no stranger. She had watched it glide past her home on weekends. Someone had said that it was owned by a man named Simpson, one of the New Orleans sportsmen. The boat was known along the bayou. She reasoned that the man who had invited her aboard was known, as well. Besides, she hadn't seen such a good-looking guy in a long time.
"I'm Buck Simpson," the young man smiled as she climbed up to the flying bridge. He stuck his hand out in friendly fashion. Cammy offered her hand, amazed at how even and bright his teeth were. His skin glistened in the sun, his blond hair flailed softly about his face. Damn, but he was nice-looking. She smiled up at him warmly.
"Camille Dusseaux," she identified herself. "This your boat?"
"Lord, no!" he laughed. "It's my dad's. I had a few days off from college and decided to spend it playing along the bayou."
"You're in college?" Somehow Buck didn't fit her idea of a college student. His hair wasn't long enough. His clothes weren't rumpled and dirty enough. She laughed to herself. How could he wear dirty clothes if he was in a swim suit? Still, the boys from along the bayou who went off to college always seemed to let their hair grow and forget how to wash their clothes by the time they came home at Thanksgiving.
"LS U," he said. "You look like you don't believe me."
"You don't look like a student," she stammered. "I mean, well, maybe I'm not sure what I mean."
"You read me pretty well," Buck laughed, those fantastic teeth sparkling before her. "I'm not very much of a student, really. Dad accuses me of being more of a playboy than a serious student."
His eyes had already taken in her pert tits. Now they were sizing up her tiny waist, her full hips, her long, lithe legs. Cammy felt shivers run through her at the open appreciation in his eyes. She watched the way his sensuous, mouth was accented by the sparkling teeth. She caught herself wondering how it would feel to kiss him.
"You're looking for someone?" she asked, forcing herself to break his stare. "You thought maybe I could help you?"
"That's right," he laughed. "I'd almost forgotten. Now that I've gotten a good look at you, I'm not nearly so interested in finding her as [missing text]."
"Finding who?" Cammy asked. She looked at his body, forcing herself to ignore his swelling cock. She looked away.
Before she realized it, Buck had swung the boat back out into the bayou and turned it out toward the Gulf. He waited to answer her, concentrating on steering the luxury cruiser past the incoming fishing boats. Cammy arched her back, thrusting her tits into the breeze and letting her hair blow out behind her. She felt suddenly very important. She imagined that she was Buck's date, that she was one of the society girls from New Orleans who were always getting their pictures in the paper, always being crowned queen at the Mardi Gras.
She didn't realize until later that she was recognized by several of the fishermen. She didn't see Pierre LaBlanc stare at her as they passed the boat on which he worked. She was so caught up in her fantasy that she didn't even see Gilbert turn from the wheel.
"You know a girl named Yvonne?" Buck called over to her.
Cammy froze for a moment. How did Buck know about Yvonne? How could she answer him? She certainly couldn't tell him Yvonne was her sister-in-law. She didn't know why she couldn't tell him, she just knew she couldn't.
"Yvonne who?" she asked, stalling for time and searching for a way to get out of this. "There are lots of Yvonne's along the bayou." She wasn't really sure about this. There was an Yvonne Michaud further down the bayou, and there was a black girl named Yvonne over by the levee.
"I'm not sure," Buck answered, slowing the boat down and turning to face her. "She works at some fishing camp down in here."
"What do you want with her?" Cammy asked, trying to make it sound like a casual question. "Maybe I can place her if you tell me more about her."
Buck laughed as he looked into her eyes. He started to speak, then laughed again. He lowered his head, then looked up with combined amusement and guilt in his eyes.
"I don't think I'd better tell you what I want with her," he confessed. "It might shock you. The Yvonne I'm looking for has men looking for her all the time, at least so I've been told. I've never met her myself. She's supposed to like a good time, so I figured that I had a few days off and I might as well meet a fun type girl to share it."
Cammy was relieved when he immediately changed the subject. He talked idly about the bayou, about the fishing in the Gulf, about sailing on Lake Pontehatrain, about shopping in the French Quarter. She let him rattle on, happy to have the subject of Yvonne closed. The girl drifted back, into her fantasies as he steered the boat into one of the small lakes that dotted the delta. She looked up as he cut the throttle and let the boat drift to a stop in a secluded part of the lake. Buck turned to her with that brilliant smile.
"Come on," he told her, "I'll show you the boat before we go back up the bayou."
The girl had been raised around boats all her life. She'd seen morn boats that she would like to count, many larger than this small cruiser. Still, she climbed down the ladder and followed him into the cabin. His dad had done a fabulous job with the cabin. Shit, the cabin was more luxurious than most people's homes! Cammy looked around, not aware of the way Buck had been looking at her. She didn't realize he had more to show her than the cabin until she felt his hand grasp her shoulder and pull her toward him.
"What?" she exclaimed, struggling to turn away from him. "What are you trying to do?"
"What I came down the bayou to do," he muttered, his hands trembling on her, his voice husky. "Since you won't help me find Yvonne, I'll just have to get my pussy where I can."
"Hey!" she snarled as she pushed him away. "Just a damn minute!"
"No waiting," he laughed as he caught her again. "I've been waiting all afternoon. My cock is so charged up I can't wait any longer. You've been teasing me with those tits, with that ass, with those legs all the way down here. Now, damn it, I'm going to get that pussy!"
He pulled her against him forcing her head backwards. His mouth covered her lips in a deep, hard kiss, his tongue thrusting between her lips. Cammy struggled against his steel grip without success. Finally, in desperation, she kicked out at him. Her sandal struck his leg, but Buck didn't let her go, though. He dragged her toward the large and hurled her down on it. As she tried to get up, his hand caught her across the face. She winced, then felt a second slap, just as hard as the first.
"You settle, down," he muttered. "You take it easy and you won't get hurt. All I plan to do is get a little pussy. You know what that is, don't you?"
She looked up at him. Her face still ached from the force of his blows. She stared dazedly at him and slowly nodded. She had wanted to be fucked this afternoon, but she didn't want it this way. Cammy now felt revulsion, for the blond boy she had admired so much just minutes ago. She didn't see how she could fight him off. Still, she could keep him from having much more than a jerk-off. She couldn't stop him from fucking her, but she sure as hell didn't have to fuck back. There was no way he could make her do that.
"Sure you know about pussy?" Buck laughed as he saw her body go limp on the soft bunk. "All you Cajun girls know about pussy, don't you? Way I hear it, you're all descended from French whores they brought over to New Orleans."
"That's a lie!" the girl hissed at him.
Her tits heaved excitedly in her anger.
Buck's lust was driven upwards by the sight of the slender young girl laying helpless before him, yet spitting out her anger at him. His cock swelled inside his swimming trunks. He licked his lips as the girl waited on the bunk beneath him.
"All right, all right!" he laughed. "So we all do our share of fucking. It's this fuck right now that I'm interested in."
He reached down and grabbed her halter, roughly yanking it loose, exposing her luscious tits. Cammy watched the gleam in his eyes when he looked at her firm, saucy tits. He sat beside her and fondled her nipples, his hands closing around the firm mounds. He twisted them roughly, then cupped them gently. He mashed them crudely, then caressed them with adoration. He worked her tits into a swelling excitement that stunned Cammy. She had determined not to feel anything – she was convinced that she could let him fuck her and do nothing more than silently submit. Her anger, though, had betrayed her. Her anger had started her body to pulsing and now she couldn't stop it. Her tits tingled at his touch. Her nipples hardened into glowing buttons of ecstasy.
"Damn! What a pair of tits!" he breathed admiringly. "I haven't fucked a girl yet who had tits that felt any better than these young beauties."
He leaned over them and drew her nipple into his mouth. Cammy shivered as he sucked the nipple. She twisted about the bed in delight, cursing her body all the way for its weakness. She tried to fight the surge of pleasure that pulsed through her. She tried to fight and lost.
His fingers now stroked her thighs. Slowly and tauntingly he moved his fingers up into her black cunt hair. Cammy gasped as her cunt felt the flint delicious touch and she writhed in slow, erotic agony as he parted her cuntlips and rubbed her cunt.
"Mmmmmmm," he sighed. "Ohhhhh, what a sweet pussy!"
Buck removed his trunks and pulled her bikini panties off, then stood before her, pumping his cock as she stared at his throbbing shaft.
"Play with it," he ordered. "Work it tip. I want my cock absolutely maddened before I stick it up you."
She hesitantly reached for his prick and fingered the hard, curving shaft. She studied the way the head swelled out into a knob. She watched the skin slide back and forth on the warm rod. She pumped him lightly, then caught him firmly and gave a few strong pumps. Buck jumped beside her at the surprising ferocity. He reached for her pussy again. One hand pawed at her cunt while he massaged her tits with the other. She shivered once more as his finger began exploring her cunt. He massaged her clit, causing a tingling sensation to run up her cunt. He cupped her tits, his fingers catching the nipples, pinching them and depressing them. Cammy writhed, caught up in the new thrill of being prepared for a fuck. She held his cock tightly, pumping it steadily and feeling the prick get harder and harder, warmer and warmer. She could feel his pulse his cock throbbed in her hand. She pumped continuously and began to fondle his balls.
"Damn! What a little tease!" Buck gasped. "Don't jack me off before I even get in that cunt!"
He worked her clit more frantically. Cammy wished she had known how to jack him off quickly. That would have been her triumph, to jerk the cock into orgasm before he ever got the chance to fuck her. He was warned now, though. She had missed her chance. Still, she pumped him madly, tickling his balls in her hope of making him come.
"That's what you're trying, isn't it?" he asked. "We'll have to make sure you don't do anything like that. You're only hurting yourself, you know. You get me all hot and bothered, then I'm going to get mine before I've had a chance to lather you up enough. That's your worry, not mine."
He rolled on top of her and pressed his hard prick into her crotch. She felt his cock-head probing at her cuntlips. Her pussy quivered at the nearness. Her cunt was wracked with a series of spasms as she anticipated the entrance of the warm, hard cock.
"Tight little bitch, aren't you!" Buck snarled as he kept struggling to get his cock past her cherry. "We'll have to do something about that. Damn right, I'll have to get you fucked. Shit, I thought the Cajun boys were all well hung! You feel like this was the first time you ever had a decent-sized cock in you."
The blond boy place his hands on either side of her ass and held her tightly. He arched his back and thrust his cock violently against the restraining membrane. Cammy felt her body resist, felt the intense pain, then felt his cock tear its way into her. Her pussy shuddered from the slashing force of his entry. When blood seeped out of her cunt, slowly easing the pain as Buck pumped excitedly into her.
"Ahhhh!" he gasped. "I'm going to ride the hell out of you!"
He kept one hand on her ass, feeling her firm buttocks, while his other, hand strayed to her tits. There was no gentleness in his touch now. He grabbed her tits roughly, mashing her nipples between his fingers. He plunged his cock into her bloody cunt with lust-maddened frenzy.
"Ah!" he cried. "Ahhh, fuck! Ride this cunt! Ahhhh! It feels so nice and tight!" With each withdrawal, Buck's cock-head rubbed Cammy's cunt. She felt numb from the pain of her lost cherry. Slowly she felt a deeper feeling, the erotic surge of her passion. Her thighs quivered as Buck continued pumping his cock into her. Her breath came in shorter pants as his cock seemed to get larger and warmer inside her. Her tits tingled sensuously beneath his hand. She felt her lust mounting. She had long since given up her determination to remain passive. Now her desire was rising rapidly to its peak. She wanted to feel his cum spurting inside her. She wanted to take all the cock he had to give her. She thrashed about and hunched her ass toward his lunging cock, driving herself madly toward a climax.
"Ooooo," she gasped. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Buck! Pump me hard! Oooooo, fill me up with your cock! Hurry! Hurry up! Come on! Oooooh! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Damn, you're a horny little cunt," he panted. "I'll teach you to be such a sweet lay! Ahhhhhh!"
His body shuddered madly above her. His cock plunged and quivered inside her. His hands trembled and shook as he caressed her. Cammy wrapped her legs around him and held tightly as their passion mounted higher and higher.
"Oooooh, I'm coming!" she shrieked. "I'm pouring all over you! Fuck me! Hurry, Buck! Let it go! Let it come into me! Ooooh!"
His load surged from his cock, swelling inside her. Cammy thrashed about the bunk at the sensation of the hot cum gushing through her pussy. She gasped and panted as she rode his insane cock. She moaned and cried as she felt it empty its load into her.
"Ahhhhh!" Buck shouted. "Ahhhh! Take it, sweetheart! Take it! It's all for you! Ahhhhh!"
He shuddered in a final spasm of lust, then began to slow his fuck into a series of long, slow strokes. Cammy held him tightly still, her body glowing in the soft, warm afterglow of ecstasy. He rolled on his side beside her and caressed her affectionately. She heard him gasp as he glanced down and discovered the blood running along her thigh and the blood which coated his prick.
"Oh, my God!" he cried. "Oh my God, I didn't know! I had no idea! I didn't mean to do that!"
She saw the honest remorse in his eyes. She saw the ache as he looked at the virgin body he had just defiled. Cammy reached over and caressed his shoulder. She smiled softly, no longer considering him a rapist. Buck had merely substituted for Pierre. She had planned to lose her cherry this afternoon. By damn, she had lost it! She had lost it and found something else along the way – she had actually had an orgasm on her first fuck.
"It's all right," she assured him. "I had to lose it some day."
"But I-I thought you Cajuns lost it by the time you were twelve or thirteen. I had no idea…"
"Don't be so naive," she told him. "We're like anyone else. Oh, maybe we're a bit more hot-blooded than most. That's why we have to protect ourselves longer than other girls. Once we get turned loose, we can become sex mad."
He looked at her and caught the twinkle in her eyes. They laughed together, then got up to wash, and Cammy dressed and went with him back to the bridge. She leaned against the rail and watched him start the diesels and turn the boat back into the bayou toward home.
Cammy stepped over beside him and wrapped her arm around his waist. He looked as beautiful as he had when he first pulled the boat over and called to her. He wanted Yvonne. Someone had sent him looking for her sister-in-law. Instead he had fucked Cammy.
"I'm sorry," she whispered up to him.
"About what?"
"About Yvonne. You never did find her," Cammy answered.
"Oh, Yvonne," he laughed. "You know the reason I stopped for you? I thought you might be Yvonne. You sure fit the description. They said she was the most beautiful Cajun girl I could imagine – black hair, gorgeous figure. I saw you sitting there and figured you must be Yvonne."
"When did you decide I wasn't?"
"When I saw the blood. Until then I thought you were Yvonne and just putting me on."
"No kidding?"
"Honest," Buck smiled. "That's why I took you the way I did. I figured if you were fucking everybody around, I wasn't about to be left out."
Cammy cuddled against him, her heart pounding in exhilaration.