Paul Sutherland - Girl_s camp counselor

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.