Paul Sutherland - Girl_s camp counselor

My prick rose so fast it almost choked Irene. She forced a tactical retreat, and lapped around the red head of my cock till she was ready for another plunge. Her lips quivered deliciously about the taut skin and made my loins come close to eruption. My hands grabbed at the other girl's plump flanks, digging into her flesh and pulling her closer to my face as my tongue went down her cunt and up her hole for more fun.

Suddenly the big girl uttered a hoarse cry and fluids rushed plentifully down her chute. She moved back, her full ass bumping Irene out of the way, and then she settled over my prick with a vengeful thump of cheeks against my belly. She took my breath away. While I lay back gasping, trying to screw my rod further up her soaking cunt, Irene launched a counter-offensive.

I didn't care who won, just as long as somebody fucked me. The chances were good. The two spares were on the floor, finger-fucking each other and playing with their tits, both with an eagle eye on me in case of a vacancy.

The big girl casually drove her elbow into Irene's stomach, sending her tumbling off the bed and to the floor. Irene began to sob angrily, rearing up and lunging at the girl with claws extended. The girl measured her approach, then let fly with a square punch to Irene's fine nose. Blood spilled over her mouth and down her breasts as she reeled. The big girl grunted and got back down to fucking me. Somehow I maintained my erection through all this, and the girl began to rut over me like a pig in heat. She sank her fingers into my sides and began banging her cunt down over my prick, bending it cruelly. Her eyes were shut tight, she bit her lip and inhaled noisily through her nose as she fucked, and suddenly I knew what a girl must feel like when she goes to bed with a sudden-death man.

She came, got off and curtly motioned one of the other girls to take her place. My dick was wilting rapidly, but the next caught it just in time. She was less moody, and worked gently at resurrecting it by manipulating her cunt muscles around my sensitive knob.

I began to enjoy it again, relaxing while my prick rose like a reversed film of a toppling smokestack. The girl did her best till she felt me fully expanded inside her little cunt, then began to ride me as if I was an unruly horse!

Irene got up, holding a hanky to her nose to still the flow of blood. Softly she walked up to the girl on top of me, then, crooking her arm around the unwary girl's neck, pulled her off brutally, and immediately swung on top of me. Her cunt was dry and tight, she had trouble slipping it on me.

For a moment she became a little girl again, looking at me with appeal in her eyes. My heart melted enough for me to extend a helping hand. I took her buttocks in both hands and spread them out so that stage by stage she sagged down over me.

Soon, her juices paved the way for faster fucking and she wasted no time. Again I was made into the victim and I was getting sick of it. When she least expected it I seized her by her chicken bone shoulders and brought her down on top of me, then I rolled around and ploughed my dick into her cunt, spading it open till she was putty in my hands.

Irene liked it, but the other girls thought I was going too far. They jumped up and grabbed me with sticky, cunt-covered fingers to bring me back again, Irene staying put and rising like the keel of a capsized ship.

That was enough for me. I played along with this charade till they had been lulled into a false sense of security. My eyes roved around the room, and saw the gun lying forgotten on a window sill, just above where the other girls were masturbating each other. Their faces were grim, there was more effort than pleasure in their beating off, but boredom turns the mind to sex naturally.

I waited for Irene to approach her climax before I made my move. In a way I was reluctant to shift, it felt so good. Her nude cunt was bouncing up and down on my pubic bone, grinding into me to give herself all the thrills.

I tossed her off and bounded over to the window sill. The girls shrieked and tried to stop me but I had the element of surprise on my side. I took the gun and jumped in front of the door, menacing them with the snub weapon.

"Okay, I've eaten enough shit," I snarled, playing my part with relish. "You, Irene, tie these girls up like a good girl scout. You're to be my hostages from now till I get out of here safely."

When they were bound together, I checked the knots and tied Irene in with the others.

Then I marched them toward the administration building, carrying Sandy's bag and once more dressed in my guerrilla outfit.

My appearance startled the whooping, drunken girls. Suddenly the entire camp seemed to fall silent. Elsa looked up from her bench, a ray of hope in her eyes, and Lester cried out for me to save him. I nodded and ordered the girls to release both men.

At first they refused, and a cordon of angry little girls formed around me. They were all naked, and had painted their bodies with lurid cosmetics and anything else they could find. The flickering fire cast an eerie glow over them and as they closed in I was tempted to throw the gun away and run for my life.

But I got a grip on myself and shouted I would shoot all four if another step were taken. They were convinced I meant it.

Each of the adults took a turn at packing their gear and rejoining the brave little band holding out against impossible odds. Then, warning the girls to stay back, we sidled our way out of the camp. Once out, we released our hostages.

Lester and Mark went in one direction, Elsa and I in another. The wild whooping behind us gave our feet wings. We ran through the woods, groping our way through the pitch blackness, steering only by patches of moonlight dotting our way.

We ran for several miles, somewhat in the direction of the car. We stopped and listened. Not a sound. They had probably chased us for a while, till their fear of the dark sent them scurrying back to the bonfire. Elsa sank down to the ground and I joined her.

"Remember how we made love the first day?" I asked, and I saw her white teeth shine in the dark as she smiled. "You know – I'd like to make love with you just one more time, symbolically."

I used that pitch because I was still frustrated from the bad fuck the little girls had given me. Besides, there was something bovinely sensual about Elsa, an inescapable attraction centering about her ample cheeks and the blonde thicket covering her generous cunt.

She sat close to me and stroked my arm, dwelling over the muscle lovingly. I couldn't explain her change of attitude to myself, but I figured it had to do with the way all her girl friends had turned on her.

I reached out and found her tits, bulging out of her bra. I lingered reflecting that it might be the last such tit to fall to my lot.

She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off along with her bra, and I saw the round white orbs of flesh tumble out into freedom. Her skirt followed, and then her panties, absurdly big pink things she inherited from her grandmother.

I stood up and quickly undressed. We arranged the clothes over the leaves and lay down beside each other, restless hands squeezing and prying. Her flesh was so resilient and suddenly her fist clenched my cock and began to jerk at it softly.

This time, when my hand descended down into her dense shrubbery, there wasn't a murmur of protest. Instead her ample thighs opened up slightly, letting my finger dwell in her moist cleavage, running up and down between the heavily forested lips, to eventually plunge into her cavernous cunt hole.

She groaned, already dripping wet and trembling, her arm tight around my neck, the other jerking me off with a coarse expertise. Her fingers loosened as I expanded, and, when I went down on her, she went down on me.