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Pam's Here All Week

By: Madabouthair



Hello and thanks for stopping by this story.

This is a very long story, and while I was tempted to submit it in chapters I decided to leave it in one piece. If it's too much to read all at once feel free to favorite it so you can go back to it easily.

***

Pam Prescott was spending two weeks of her summer vacation with her mother and father at the same campground her family had gone to ever since she could remember, and while that had been okay when her brother and sister were part of the group, her older sister had married and her brother was now out of the nest with his own apartment.

Pam was hoping that that this summer would be different since she was now 18 years old and hoped she could be trusted to stay home by herself, allowing her parents to go to this godforsaken place out in the middle of nowhere by themselves since they seemed to be so crazy about it.

That plan about being responsible enough to be left home by herself derailed when on the first day of summer vacation Pam's mother came home from work in the middle of the day to find her not-so-little girl in a very compromising position.

"She was on her knees behind the garage," Pam remembered Mom telling her Aunt Fran on the phone after threatening Pam to tell her father when he got home. "Sucking on this boy's penis! Can you imagine if it was Don that caught her instead of me?"

"Mom," Pam had whined after his mother finished airing the family's dirty laundry to her blabbermouth sister yet again, and tried explaining that she was 18 now and not her "little girl" anymore either. "Besides, it's 1980 not 1880."

"Morals are never out of date," Pam's mother had said. "You get a reputation and you never lose it."

Pam was tempted to ask her mother how it was that her older sister was born 5 months after her parents got married, like she couldn't have figured out even if she hadn't been a whiz at math, but decided to drop it.

"You will go with us Pamela," Mom decided as she used her full first name as she often did when mad. "Besides, it's a family tradition. Years from now you'll look back and cherish these trips."

Maybe, Pam mused, but not soon. It was just a blow job and only her second ever so you don't get a reputation from giving head twice in your life. Besides, she had stayed a virgin until she was 18, a record in Barneveld, New York and technically she still considered herself a virgin, refusing to count 15 seconds of intercourse with Eric Young as sex.

That was how long he had lasted before groaning and filling his condom with semen after laying on Pam and thrusting a half dozen times and climbing off like he thought he was a conquering hero.

"Thanks Pam," Eric had said afterward, not even offering to help her off the ground before running back into the senior prom breakfast to tell his friends all about it.

"It didn't hurt," Pam had told her best friend who was waiting for her in back of the school.

"You're lucky," her friend said. 

"I didn't even feel it," Pam said, and that was true.

"Well at least you don't have to worry about dying a virgin now," her chum concluded.

"I wasn't worried about it," Pam mumbled, "Especially if that's all there is to it. I like necking better."

The guy she got caught giving head to behind the garage might have been her second lay because Pam had been impressed with his style. He had a car and a job and was an older man, 20.

Pam wasn't exactly brimming with self-confidence, her insecurities coming mostly for being overweight most of her life, but she had made inroads in that regard in the last year by shedding about 30 pounds, leaving her now only about 20 pounds overweight.

"You look healthy," was what Mom said about her baby daughter before they went camping, buying her a bathing suit that made her look as frumpy as she did herself. "Just a little baby fat. Besides, your weight doesn't seem to scare the guys away, does it?" 

"Mom?" Pam had whined, already tired of being reminded about her behind-the-garage dalliance, and she was wrong anyway because they boys liked the skinny girls and only paid attention to the rest when they had no other options.

"You know I met your father at a camping trip," Mom reminded her before they left. "You never know, but for heavens sake use your head and keep your pants on."

***

"That creepy guy is back again today." 

"Yeah, I saw him. Saw you talking to him," Pam replied to the girl who had introduced herself yesterday. "He looks a little like the guy on Magnum P.I. I think."

"Like you're kidding, right?"

For practically the entire day yesterday Pam had stood out in the lake's swimming area with the water level just above her waist, sparing her trouble of trying to hide her belly which the plain one-piece bathing suit did little to hide. Although it was nothing like the gut that jiggled around in past summers the very presence of the baby fat still bothered Pam.

Especially when their were other girls around like the dippy blonde who had decided to make nice with her yesterday, probably because there was nobody else around. Skinny and pretty, Pam figured the blonde was hoping that standing around her would make her look better.

She was an idiot but at least it was better than having nobody to talk to, but the blonde and her family was leaving tomorrow morning so once again Pam would be all alone unless you wanted to count who the blonde had referred to as "the creepy guy".

He wasn't that creepy, Pam thought as he looked over at the guy who was looking at the two of them from the other side of the roped off area, but then again Pam knew what she meant. The guy had this grin that looked like that cartoon character Snidley Whiplash, and he had winked at Pam several times when swimming nearby although he hadn't said a word.

"What did he do, hit on you?" Pam asked, already figuring she knew the answer to that but she was wrong.

"No, actually he asked about you," the blonde said.

"Me?"

"Yeah, he asked if we were sisters, like we look it," the blonde commented. "Then he asked me if we were like lovers!"

"Oh geez," Pam replied.

"I told him no and said I was leaving tomorrow anyway but he asked if you were leaving too and I told him no, Pam's staying all week."

"Oh man, you told him my name?"

"Yeah, kinda slipped out," the blonde admitted. "But then he asked me how old you were and I told him you were jail bait, like 15 or something."

"Why did you tell him that?" Pam asked.

"I figured he would stay away from you then," the blonde answered. "Thought I was doing you a favor. He's so creepy and he's like old enough to be your father or even grandfather."

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks."

"I don't think he believed me anyway because after I told him that you were a kid he said that was bullshit," the blonde said. "He said something about no way you being a kid on account of the size of your rack - those are creepy's words not mine. He was asking what size bra you wore, like I would know."

"He's all yours anyway," the blonde giggled before saying good bye because tomorrow she'd be back in Utica where in the blonde's words, "There are lots of cute guys there. Nice to meet you anyway Pam."

"Yeah, same here," Pam said and then struggled to remember the girl's name, having only thought of her as the blonde. "Have a good summer."

Pam watched the shapely girl in the bikini she wished she could get away with wearing walk onto shore, and then Pam looked over at the creepy guy, expecting to catch him watching the blonde but he wasn't.

Instead he was looking over at her while grinning that grin again, and that made Pam duck down into the water, taking a few steps out into the lake so the higher level would cover more of her.

***

"Hello Pam," said the man who had slowly made his way over to where the teen was standing, and the girl was shocked at how deep the guy's voice, sort of like a disc jockey at her favorite radio station. "That is your name, isn't it?"

"Yes," Pam croaked as the water lapped at her collarbone.

"That was what your friend said it was."

"She wasn't my friend - just somebody I met up here," Pam explained.

"Yeah, she was no friend because I could tell she was trying to keep me away from you," he said while moving a little closer. "She kept throwing herself at me but I kept telling her I wasn't interested. You were the one I wanted to get to know."

"Me?" Why?"

"Why? Because you are just about the sexiest woman I've ever seen," he said. "Ever since I saw you a couple of days ago you're about all I've been thinking of."

"Are you trying to be funny, mister?" Pam asked, shield her eyes from the sun so she could look at the guy.

"No Pam, I'm not, and you can call me Lance. That's my name, not my nickname although that would work too if you know what I mean," the man said. "You want to take a hike with me later? Get to really know each other?"

"Huh? Mister, you're old enough to be my Dad."

"49, but I don't look it, do I Pam?" Lance said as he flexed his muscles and puffed up his chest. "Nice body right?"

"I guess but..."

"Speaking of nice bodies, I don't blame you for staying out her in the water. It's probably boring to have a bunch of immature guys drooling on you all the time if you just want to relax on the beach and catch some rays." 

Pam shook her head, wondering what drugs this Lance was on because it was rare that any boys gave her anything but the time of day.

"You ever do any dancing Pam?" Lance was asking, breaking Pam out of her woolgathering, having been accidentally staring at this gold necklace the guy had around his neck, maybe because it stood out so much against the black hair that covered his chest.

"Dancing? Yeah, I like to dance."

"I mean professionally," Lance corrected. "You know, at gentlemen's clubs?"

"Huh? You mean strip clubs?" Pam said and snorted a laugh. "Who's going to pay money to see me at one of those places?"

"You're kidding right? With those torpedoes of yours?" Lance scoffed. "Those babies are real too right?"

"Real?" Pam asked. "Well yeah but..."

"Thought so. Fake tits are the worst. You must be at least a D cup - probably double D. Am I right?"

"I don't know mister."

"Lance, remember? I'm usually a good judge of things like that, although I'd be happy to measure you," he said with a wink. "Yeah, no wonder your friend Amy kept checking you out whenever you weren't looking."

"Amy?" Pam asked and then it struck her that Amy was that blonde's name. "Oh, she wasn't my friend and I seriously doubt that she was checking me out. She had a great body."

"She was a silly kid with a girl's body. Might be okay for kids but real men like real women with women's bodies, like yours. That's why I thought maybe you two were lovers because she was always around you staring at your breasts."

"I think you're crazy," Pam said. 

"Crazy about Pam," he said with another wink. "Lance knows what Lance digs and Lance digs you. We could make some beautiful music together."

"I serious doubt it."

"Are they sensitive?" Lance persisted. "Your breasts I mean. Your nipples really press out into that suit like they're going to rip the fabric. You like them played with rough?"

"I can't believe you say things like this to somebody you don't even know," Pam sniffed.

"Lance says out loud what other guys only think about," he explained. "With me you don't have to wonder what I'm thinking about because I'll tell you, and I'm telling you that I want you and I'm going to have you. It's meant to be, you and me. Lance and Pam making sweet love."

"As if."

"You can't feel it? I could sense it from across the pond. It's like kismet."

"What's that?"

"Fate. Fate brought me here to this place. We are destined to be together. I came up here to get away from hot women drooling over me but now look. You're at campsite 73 right?"

"What? How do you know that?"

"Told you I've been keeping my eye on you. You looked so sexy walking up that hill to your campsite with that nice round butt wiggling and those great legs."

"I know what I look like. You're being a wise ass," Pam snapped. "I'm fat."

"Nonsense, you're a nicely rounded woman and in all the right places too," Lance said. "I'm betting your measurements are something like 44-28-46, and those are a real woman's dimensions. Even though you try to hide it all in that bathing suit."

"My Mom, she picked it out for me," Pam said with a shrug.

"Figure. You should get one like your friend's with the clam-shell top," Lance said. "I'd like to see you it that, because unlike Amy you've got a lot to put in it."

"Are you kidding?"

"Why do you keep asking me that? Everything I tell you is the true. I'm crazy about you and when we get together I'll prove it to you. Ever make love to somebody built like me? You know what I'm talking about. Amy couldn't keep her eyes off of it when she cornered me over by the lifeguard's chair so even if you didn't see me I'm sure she told you all about it."

"Mister - Lance, that Amy is not my friend," Pam said. "I had even forgotten her name, and she never said anything to me about you except that you gave her the creeps."

"Funny. Guess she was really hurt when I brushed her off," Lance said. "After she got a eye full of what I'm packing she told me she would do anything for some of it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Walk with me," Lance said as he started wading toward the beach, walking backwards to keep facing Pam as he beckoned her to follow him. "You don't have to get out of the water. Just come this way a bit until we get in shallower water. That's it."

"Now do you know what I'm talking about?" Lance said with an arrogant expression as he watched Pam's eyes go down to where the water level was just above his knees, chuckling when he saw the girl's expression at seeing the obscene bulge that snaked over to the side of his swim trunks. 

"You like that don't you Pam? I had a feeling you like the big cocks," Lance said to the girl. "A big beautiful woman like you needs a real piece of meat to satisfy her. And look at you. You've got big nipples, don't you? They really popped out."

Pam broke out of her trance and shook her head while walking backwards out to deeper water with the man following her until Pam got out to where her shoulders were under water.

"Cat got your tongue Pam?"

"No. You like showing girls your boner?"

"Boner?" Lance scoffed. "Erection? I wasn't hard, but I would have been if I had kept staring at your body much longer. You've got an amazing body. Besides those incredible tits I'll bet you've got a really hairy pussy too, don't you Pam?"

"What?"

"I could tell by checking out your armpits," Lance explained, and Pam's hands came down from where they were brushing her hair back. "The way the five o'clock shadow covers your armpits so densely."

"Omigod."

"Plus the elastic of the leg opening of your suit had turned over and some of that beautiful dark brown pubic hair peeked out just now," Lance explained after he saw the teen look at him like he was a psychic. "Don't you dare trim it later either. Lance loves a nice thick bush. Your friend Amy? The way the bottom of her suit was cut you could tell see didn't have much hair down there at all. Probably just peach fuzz."

"Look - Lance," Pam said. "You're probably a nice guy and all but..."

"I am a nice guy Pam, and you're going to find out before you leave this campground," he said confidently. "You're also going to leave this place a completely different girl. Eleven inches in case you're wondering."

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about. My cock," Lance said. "Oh, I could claim it's a foot long when it's hard but I don't believe in lying to my women. Bet you never had one nearly that big before, but don't worry, it fits perfectly everywhere. You'd be surprised how a woman's body can adapt even to something like that after a while, so it's nothing to be scared of."

"I'm not scared of anything," Pam mumbled unconvincingly.

"Want to hold it?" Lance said as he took a step towards Pam. "Nobody can see under the water. I know I'm a bit of a freak but I also know I've got what a lot of women can't get enough of. Go ahead and see how you've been cheated up until now. Feel how big a real man can be."

A few seconds later Pam was flailing around after having stepped back too far and inadvertently gone into water over her head after stumbling, her arms waving and her face going under until she was being grabbed and pulled back onto her feet to where the water wasn't so deep.

"We're okay!" Lance was yelling as he waved to the lifeguard who had jumped up out of his chair after he had heard Pam yell and seen the splashing out at the perimeter of the swimming area. "Just horsing around."

"There, you're always safe in my hands Pam," Lance was saying as he reached around from behind Pam and cupped her breasts under the water. "Nobody can see. Mmm...they feel even better than they look."

"Please," Pam said as she pulled away after Lance had groped her breasts for a few seconds. "Are you happy now?"

"Not nearly as happy as I'm going to be," Lance said. "Give me your hand. It's okay. Nobody can see."

"That woman over there - she..." Pam started to say before Lance brought her hand down and put it on his cock, which was freed of the trunks that he had subtly tugged down to his knees under the water.

Pam gasped when the man wrapped his hand around hers and squeezed his manhood, an organ which was getting hard in her fist.

"What are you..."

"That's it squeeze it," Lance directed. "Just stand there and talk like nothing is going on down there. Nice. Run your hand up and down the shaft. Never felt one that big before, have you? I can tell by the look on your face."

"Just keep holding it," Lance was saying while under the water he was thrusting his hips into Pam's hand. "Feel it throb?"

"I can't believe you're making me do this," Pam choked.

"Making you?" Lance said as he thrust a little harder while the veins in his neck started to throb as much as his cock was in the grip of a girl whose hand was now there by it's own choice. "Little more."

"Uh - uh - uh - cumming," Lance was grunting soon after, and Pam closed her eyes are she felt his dick in her hand pulsate several times before beginning to go limp.

"Ahh..." Lance sighed as he felt Pam milking his now flaccid cock. "Haven't had a hand-job in years but that was as good as it gets."

Pam let go of the man's organ and stepped away, aware that it wasn't only the sun that was responsible for the color of her cheeks.

"You liked it too," Lance was saying now and laughed when Pam shook her head. "Where do you sleep at your site? In the pop-up or in the Coleman dome tent on the other side of the fire pit?"

"The tent - how do you..."

"Who's in the pop-up? Your parents?" Lance asked and after Pam nodded he asked whether she was the only one in the tent.

"Yes. Used to be for all us kids but my brother and sister are grown and gone."

"Perfect," Lance said. "I'm going to come visit you tonight Pam."

"Are you kidding? My father would kill you if he caught you!" 

"Well I'm not going to come over there whistling and snapping my fingers," Lance said with a grin. "I'll just come over for a chat. Maybe pay you back for what you just did for me. Don't worry, I'm good at this. I'm a detective."

"You are?"

"You'll see. Talk to you later babe."

Pam watched as Lance waded slowly towards the shore with his trunks back in place, the black hair on his back and his legs plastered against his bronze skin. Maybe not exactly like Tom Selleck, Pam mused before asking herself what she had gotten herself into.

*****

"Want to come into town with me Pam?" Mrs. Prescott asked her daughter when she finally got back to their campsite after of day of swimming. "I need a couple of things at the store and I figured you might like to..."


Pam's Here All Week



"A shower!" Pam said in finishing her mother's thought.

Since this was a primitive campground with no electricity, running water or real bathroom facilities, those who camped for more than a day or two frequently went into the little village a few miles away where there was a laundromat that had a shower room available.

The ride was over a very bumpy road that was only used seasonally so it made the 5 miles seem much longer but they got there eventually and after Mrs. Prescott put money in the slot the mother and daughter went into the women's section to enjoy some warm water.

As they lathered up and chatted idly, the mother glanced over at her daughter who looked very little like her, especially in the bust she noted as she watched Pam lather up her underarms prior to raking the Bic razor over the stubble which coated her armpits after only a couple of days.

"You can blame your father for that," Mrs. Prescott said with a chuckle as Pam rolled her eyes while mowing the expanse. "At least you inherited my intelligence. Did you meet any boys down at the beach today?"

"Boys? No," Pam said. "It's real quiet up here this year. Besides, this isn't the kind of place kids my age want to go."

"I know. No discos or jukeboxes..."

"Not just that but young people like to jet ski and water ski," Pam said of the pond where motorized vehicles were prohibited.

"Someday when you come here with your own kids you'll appreciate the quiet," Mrs. Prescott said as she looked over at her baby who had blossomed almost overnight into a woman, trying not to think of her little angel pleasuring that young man with her mouth that day like she had.

"If I have kids they'll want to go to Disney World, like me," Pam said as she rinsed off.

The Prescott women stopped at the store before heading back to the campground, where Mr. Prescott was busy getting a fire going to cook dinner on.

"We have a new neighbor," Pam's Dad said as he gestured across the road to campsite number 76 which was across the dirt road and up the hill about 30 feet.

"Strange that somebody would take that site when there are still some nicer ones available, even lakeside ones like this," Mrs. Prescott remarked.

"That's what I was thinking but I guess you do get a view of the pond from up there," Mr. Prescott said.

"Hope it's not a family with a bunch of little brats," Pam said.

"Now Pam, you were a little brat once," Mom noted.

"No, it's just one person. A guy about my age," Don Prescott informed them. "He stopped over to introduce himself as well as to bum a few matches from me. There he is by the fire-pit."

"Oh yes. Hmm... he looks like somebody familiar but I can't place him," Pam's Mom mused before it hit her, leaving her trying to figure out a way to change the subject when she recognized the blast from the past and felt a shiver run through her body.

"Tom Selleck," Pam mumbled as he looked over through the sparse foliage at the man getting his fire going.

"Who? Oh dear me no Pam. I was thinking of that man that used to pick up the trash back home," her father said.

"I think he said his name was Lance," Pam's father said, and as he tried to help his flustered wife remember the name of that garbage man from the past, Pam looked over at Lance and took a deep breath.

"What?" Pam said when she realized that her father was talking to her.

"I was asking if you remembered that guy's name that drove the garbage truck," he repeated. "He drove that red truck with the funny sounding horn that he used to beep when you kids would wave to him."

"No - I don't even know if I ever knew his name," Pam said before going down to the pond to get away to think before dinner.

***

Dinner came and went, and then night set in, with the crackling fire providing the night as well as some unneeded heat.

"Going to be another hot one tomorrow too I guess," Pam's mother said. "You're going to be glad you're in that tent tonight because it has to be cooler than the pop-up."

"I dunno," Pam said, and she shook her head in the darkness when she heard her mother suggest that maybe they could all sleep in the tent. "It would be kind of crowded."

"You three kids used to have no problem. The box said that says it slept four," Mrs. Prescott opined.

"Forget it. You aren't getting me to sleep on the ground any more," Pam's Dad announced in nipping that idea in the bud, and at that point he announced that it was time for bed.

Pam watched her mother dutifully follow after making sure that the fire was neatly contained so it could burn itself out.

"I'm going too in a few minutes. Night," Pam said as she got up and stretched while looking over at campsite 76, like she had most of the night.

There was a fire raging over there, and Pam figured that Lance was sitting in front of it, maybe laughing about how he had gotten her to jerk him off in the pond.

"I didn't jerk him off," Pam mumbled to herself as she walked past the fire and over to her tent. "Not really. Just held it."

Pam had set the tent up just like she and her siblings always did, as far away from the parent's pop-up as possible. The opening of the tent was facing the pond which was about twenty five feet down the slight slope, giving a nice view when the sun rose.

Standing behind the tent she stripped off most of her clothes, shedding the t-shirt and bra along with her shorts but leaving on her panties before reaching inside the tent for something to wear to top.

Pam had grabbed an old tank-top of her brother's that she had always liked, a tie-dyed relic of his hippie days of almost a decade ago, but before she put it on Pam looked over at the other fire across the way. 

Her hands had gone to her breasts, first to just give them a gentle massage to celebrate them being free of the confining harness all night but then her touch changed in the comforting darkness that surrounded her.

Lance had done this before in the pond, Pam recalled as her palms cradled her full globes and feeling her nipples respond from the touch, but it felt different. His hands weren't gentle and caressing, they were rough and demanding as he had kneaded her breasts through the suit.

You liked it. Don't kid yourself she thought while scolding herself mentally. You can play offended to him but don't start kidding yourself. He was crude and vulgar and an animal but it made you wetter than the pond did, Pamela Prescott.

He was even right about the cup size, Pam chuckled. The 38D harness was getting too tight so she reminded herself to get a 38DD next time she was at Penney's. Maybe a 40DD, but next time she vowed that she would just buy it, because that woman that fitted her last time at Mom's insistence was really creepy.

"Going to come over, Lance" Pam whispered to no one. "Bet you'd like to play with these again wouldn't you?" Bet you want to show me your big dick don't you, you perverted old man?"

Pam's hand went down to the front of her panties, and the wetness that had poured out through the cotton jarred her back to reality. She pulled the baggy tank-top on and after another look over across the road went into her tent and turned the lamp on to the lowest setting.

"What if he had glasses that let him see me in the dark?" Pam giggled, thinking that he would have seen a show out there, and for the first time Pam wished that somebody was there with her, like her sister or even that Amy girl. Someone to talk with and laugh with while discussing that old pervert Lance.

He's not that old, and besides the guy isn't coming over here, Pam concluded soon after. He would be crazy to risk getting caught, and as the fire outside dimmed and the nocturnal sounds of the forest became louder than the crackling of the embers Pam relaxed and waited for sleep to come.

Pam bolted upright, staring out at the darkness through the open flap of her tent as she listened for what had startled her from very light sleep that must have just come over her.

"It's a loon, you nut," Pam said as the peculiar sound repeated itself from out in the pond, and she got up from her sleeping bag to zip up the tent flap she had forgotten to close before getting back in.

***

Crack!

Pam bolted upright again, not even getting asleep this time as she had been having some naughty thoughts going through her head that kept her awake. That was not a loon. Maybe a raccoon or a bear Pam wondered as she heard a slight scuffing of dirt coming from the direction of the path to the pond. There were bears around here.

Bears are clever but if they were going to go into her tent they would just tear through the vinyl instead of sliding the zipper down, and by the time the flap was opened up Pam was on her knees at the back of the tent turning on the light.

"Hi Pam," Lance whispered as he leered into the tent at her.

"I can't believe this. My Dad will kill you!" Pam hissed.

"No, he's a nice guy," Lance said. "We met earlier. Did he tell you?"

"Yes. keep your voice down."

"Invite me in and that will be easy."

"Alright," Pam shrugged. "Stay by the door though."

"Oh Pam, I love that shirt. Jimi Hendrix. You a fan?"

"It was my brother's."

"Bet you look way better in it than he did. Good grief, you should never wear a bra Pam. Your tits are like torpedoes."

"Do you have to be so crude?"

"Can't help it. So, have you been thinking about me?"

"You might have a higher opinion of yourself than the rest of the world does. Did you ever think of that?"

"Perhaps, but we'll see how you feel by the end of the week," Lance suggested. "So you went into town with your mother, huh?"

"Yeah. We needed some stuff and also took a shower at the laundromat," Pam said as she brushed her hair from the side of her face.

"Shaved too I see," Lance said. "You do that for me?"

"What?" Pam said, confused before she noticed Lance looking at her armpit which was exposed when she raised her hand. "No, not for you. I shave every other day."

"Wow, it really grows back fast doesn't it? Oh, if you were worried about turning me off let me assure you it doesn't matter to me. Your pits looked cute with that five o'clock shadow out at the pond," Lance said. "Ever stop shaving for a time?"

"No."

"Just curious because you take after your father a little that way. Your mother seems fair skinned but your Dad is like me, a furry guy," Lance explained. "And you're a furry girl. Your armpits would probably be as hairy as your old man's if you let them go for the summer. I'll bet your pubic hair sticks out from the sides of your panties too, like it sometimes does with your bathing suit." 

"No it doesn't."

"Show me," Lance said. "I can tell you have panties on so just lift your shirt so I can see."

"Why should I do that? You're trying to make me feel like I'm an ape or something."

"No I'm not. Besides, hair's not a bad thing and like I told you before, I love a hairy pussy. Of course if you're ashamed of yourself..."

Pam grabbed the bottom up her shirt and lifted it up to her navel.

"I stand corrected," Lance said. "Nothing peeking out, although I can see the outline of your bush against the fabric. Gorgeous. Now how about letting me pay you back for this afternoon?"

"No thanks. Let's just pretend that didn't happen today, okay? I'm really not like that."

"Too bad because I loved the way you were down there. I guess you expect me to believe you didn't replay that scene down at the pond in your mind all evening. Sure. You haven't thought about it at all since then, right?"

"Probably not as much as you," Pam lied.

"You tell your Mom what we did?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Just curious. So why don't you just slip those panties off?"

"Why, so you can stick your finger in me?"

"Hardly Pam. I'm a man, not a kid," Lance said. "I know how to please a woman."

"And you think I'm going to let you screw me with my folks at the other end of the campsite?"

"No, we aren't going to make love tonight. There are other ways a man can pleasure a woman. Did you get yourself off before I got here?"

"No you perv."

"You thought about it though I bet, but you probably decided to wait for me. We both know how much you want it."

"You're amazingly arrogant," Pam snapped while shaking her head.

"You're right but let me make a deal with you. I'm betting that you are so turned on by Lance right now that your panties are wet. Let me check. Just let me touch the outside, and if they aren't wet I'll admit that maybe I'm not all that and a bag of chips after all, and then I will slink out of here and never bother you again? Deal?"

"Please," Pam said as she watched Lance lean over with his arm extended.

"I know what I'm going to find - I can smell it from here. You're in heat Pam," Lance sneered. "And you want me to do this."

"Oh!" Pam whimpered when she felt Lance's hand brush against the cotton.

"After you slip them off for me, I'll bet I could wring them out and the juices would drip out," Lance said. "Take those soggy things off for both of us. The t-shirt too."

"No," Pam said, but she did reach up and peel the damp undies down her thighs and and off from around her ankles.

"Lean back babe, and just lift your shirt just a bit," Lance sighed as he pulled his t-shirt off while looking over in the dim light. "Oh man, you even have a little treasure trail there, and you're so wet the hair around your pussy is glistening. Get on your back - don't worry. We won't be making love tonight." 

"Here," Lance said as he handed Pam his shirt. "Stick this in your mouth or bite into it to keep yourself quiet because you're going to cum like you never have before."

The older man knelt between Pam's legs and parted the plump thighs, sighing audibly as he reveled in the view of Pam's thick bush which extended deep below her pussy, before lowering his face into the thicket and running his tongue along the furry opening.

Lance looked up through the bush to see the girl's reaction to him licking her pussy but all he could see was the underside of the huge mounds of flesh still hidden under the tank top. He could hear the muffled sounds coming from the other side of those mammoth mammary mountains and that made him lick even more passionately.

Soon his nose was pushed deep into the furry fold as her chubby thighs started to churn so hard that Lance brought his hands from around and onto Pam's hips to hold her down, inhaling the pungent scent of the teen's sex as he heard a high pitched stifled squeal that he hoped would not reach the pop-up trailer.

Lance didn't stop and only after another couple minutes of non-stop licking did he finally relent, and then only stopping because Pam was pulling on his scalp to get his face out of her soggy fold.

"Omigod!" Pam kept muttering under her breath as Lance pulled his pussy-soaked face up from her delta and brought her to a sitting position.

"Knew you would like that, and nobody eats pussy like Lance" the man said as he stood up as best he could in the tent while yanking his shorts down, exposing his fully engorged organ to the still-dazed teen. "Especially sweet teenage cunt. Nothing like it. Bet you want to do something else now."

Pam's head leaned back as she looked in shock as she saw for the first time what only her hand had met before, the impossible long and vein-riddled cock bobbing in her face with the long puckered foreskin hiding the crown of his manhood.

"Come on babe," Lance whispered as Pam brought her hand slowly up to the shaft. "Show me you know what to do with a big cock like this."

Pam leaned forward and opened her mouth, but just as her lips touched the bronze skin there was a creaking sound from outside and she let go of the swollen organ like it was radioactive, knowing from years of experience that was the sound of the door of the pop-up trailer opening.

"Shit!" Lance muttered as he yanked his shorts back up and leaned against the wall of the tent, grateful that there was no light behind him to silhouette his shape, although there was no place to hide if a head ducked in there like his had before.

Pam straightened out her shirt, and thinking quickly grabbed the lantern and scrambled out of the tent just as company was about to call.

"Oh, I thought you fell asleep with the lantern on," said Pam's mother.

"No, gotta pee," Pam said as she headed for the outhouse.

"Me too," Mrs. Prescott chirped. "Lead the way."

After the two women went down the dirt road to the outhouse a bit down the slope, Lance ducked out of the tent and went down to the pond to get back to his campsite the way he had arrived, and after making the serpentine journey back he kicked at the glowing embers in the fire pit.

"Anticipation," Lance hummed as the Carly Simon song went through his head, and he snapped his fingers when he realized that he had left his t-shirt back in Pam's tent.

"She's resourceful," Lance told himself.

Lance would get the shirt back tomorrow but he knew that with the sweet taste of teen pussy in his mouth and a semi in his shorts there was no way he would get to sleep easily so he took his weapon in hand and began stroking himself.

"I loved the way you looked at this big boy," Lance muttered as his fist worked up and down the down stiff member. "Last hand job of this week."

Lance got himself off while replaying the look of that furry grotto with the hair so soft it had felt like a cloud on his cheeks, and as he spat his load onto the dirt and grass he imagined he was cumming in Pam's mouth - her pussy - her ass.

***

Over across the way Pam looked into her tent after she returned and muttered a "damn" when she saw Lance had left. She smiled when she saw his shirt, and after she got into the tent and sealed it up she got into the sleeping bag.

It had been quite a night, with her experiencing oral sex on the receiving end for the first time and the one thing she was certain of was that it was oodles better than using your hand or a hairbrush handle.

I was going to suck that thing, Pam told herself while inhaling the manly scent of Lance in the shirt she was cuddling, and declared herself as much of a pervert as the man was.

Pam wished she had more experience in giving head because two times is barely better than none, not to mention that Lance's dick was as big as the other two combined, and the teen shuddered when she remembered when that thing had sprang out at her.

Then there was the matter of the end of it. Lance wasn't circumcised and she had only seen pictures of dicks like that, because the two guys she had sucked and jerked off were circumcised. 

Dad wasn't circumcised, but when she accidentally saw him getting out of the shower that time his dick wasn't hard and angry but limp and cute looking, although she suspected that even when Dad's was hard it still wasn't anything like Lance's.

He was going to want her to suck that dick come tomorrow, and as Pam inhaled Lance's shirt she knew she would do it. Did she want to because she was so bored up here before this megalomaniac came into her life and she was just looking for a cheap thrill, or did she really want to experience what it was like to mess around with an older man like Lance?

***

Pam saw Lance waiting for her behind a tree in the woods down the bend from their campsites and he smiled when she pulled his t-shirt out from under the beach towel she had wrapped around her torso and tossed it to him.

"Smart girl," Lance said with a wink. "Also smart the way you handled that situation last night. That could have been ugly."

"Tell me about it," Pam agreed as she looked back to make sure her parents weren't watching her walking with Lance.

"It seems that we have some unfinished business, don't we?" Lance asked Pam and she swallowed hard and asked where they could go.




Pam's Here All Week



"There's a path on the far end of the beach that leads to the that trail that climbs West Mountain. You know the one that nobody uses because it's so steep that way?"

"Yeah. I did that one with my brother years ago," Pam said. 

"Okay. I'm going to go around behind the beach so nobody sees us. I would love to let everybody there see me with you because they would all be jealous but that wouldn't be good for you, so you go down to the water first. Maybe dip your toe in the water or something, and then walk to that path. I'll be waiting down there and I know a few places where we can be alone."

"Okay, even though nobody would be jealous of you," Pam said before wondering aloud. "Why do you say stuff like that? Probably because I do like it when you say things like that no matter how dumb it is."

"Give me your towel and when you head back to me walk past everybody - see that guy in the folding chair who looks like the picture of Chef Boy Ar Dee on the spaghetti cans? Walk past him without looking at him and then suddenly turn towards him. I guarantee you'll catch him checking you out."

"Can't do it without a towel."

"Okay then, just wrap it around your waist - please? Not only will it prove that I'm right but I like it when guys drool over stuff I have."

Pam shook her head at the audacity of Lance but agreed and after tying the towel around her waist, went down to the pond while Lance hustled around behind the dozen or so people on the beach so he could observe.

"That's it. Good girl," Lance muttered as he walked Pam walking away from the water and shyly past the guy in the chair. "That's it. Pretend you don't notice him sitting there. keep going... keep going... now!"

"Ha!" Lance chirped, cackling as he headed for one of the little clearings back in the woods that he knew about from past experiences, and after he ducked out of sight he waited for Pam to pass by.

***

"Hey!" Lance called out as Pam walked by, and after she noticed where the voice came from the teen weaved her way back to where Lance was waiting. "Well? What did I tell you? What was he staring at?" 

"Alright," Pam admitted as she shook her head.

"Tell me. Tell me what he was looking at."

"My chest," Pam admitted.

"Don't use the word chest. Talk dirty."

"My tits. He was staring at my tits, okay?"

"Much better. Your face is still blushing and your nipples are hard so don't tell me you didn't like it," Lance concluded before pulling his shirt off and dropping his shorts, making him naked. "Come and get your reward."

Pam looked at Lance who was arrogantly standing there under a limb of the tree with his hands holding the thick branch. His cock was flaccid, and as Pam walked towards him she couldn't help notice that it looked like a weapon pointing down between his feet.

It was almost shaped like an arrow, with the thick shaft emerging from the black bush and tapering only slightly before the foreskin flared out where the ridge of the glans was. From there, the foreskin came almost to a point with the long shroud surrounding the head.

Behind his cock his balls hung low in an elongated furry pouch as they carried the ammo for that mammoth flesh rocket, and it was in front of this that Pam knelt with her knees on the towel she had brought down from around her waist.

This wasn't like Eric Young, a fumbling goofball without a clue. This was a man, and it was why the hand that went up to that over-sized organ was trembling.

"Don't be scared of it honey," Lance was saying. "It's just a cock, just bigger and better than anything you've ever had."

"There you go," Lance sighed as Pam tried to lift his rubbery cock with the hand that she had wrapped most of the way around the stump of his manhood, and then the teen brought her other hand up to guide it to her open mouth. "Open wide Pam. Watch the teeth."

Pam took the shrouded head of Lance's cock in her mouth and slid her lips a little bit down until they hit her hand, and when she moved her mouth back to the tip she could feel the cock surging in her hands.

"Feel me getting stiff?" the man said as he ran his hand through her wavy hair. "Keep going. Make Lance nice and hard. That's it. Spin your hands on the shaft. Pump it while you suck."

Pam's eyes were focused on the thickening shaft that she was gripping, and as it lengthened she had to struggle to get her mouth down to her shaking hands that covered about half of it.

"Big enough for you Pam?" Lance asked as he rocked his hips into the open mouth of the girl, and soon he was fucking her mouth with the throbbing manhood. "Wait until I sink my huge cock into your pussy. Gonna drive you wild. Oh baby, that's good. Suck! Suck harder and pump it. Here goes. Lance gonna cum for you real soon!"

Pam gagged when she felt the cum spurt onto the back of her throat, and as the dick kept squirting seed Pam struggled not to choke as the man held her head and made her take his ejaculations until they ended, and only then could she pull her face back as she gasped for breath.

"There's my girl," Lance said as he lifted Pam's crimson face and reveled in the semen rolling down her chin as she tried to swallow what had filled her mouth and throat. "You never swallowed before?"

Pam shook her head while coughing a little, but when she reached up to wipe her chin Lance's hand stopped hers.

"Look up at me Pam," Lance grinned as he looked at his seed hanging off her chin, and then he slid his finger over the pale trickle to scoop some up. "Open wide."

"That's my girl," Lance announced as he watched the plump teen make a face as she sucked his finger clean before he reached under her arms and helped her to her feet. "Now let's get that suit up off you so I can get a look at you in the daylight."

"Here? Now?" Pam asked.

"Sure. Don't worry. I'll be hard again in 5 minutes, maybe less if you look as good as I think you will," Lance declared. "Just now? I had to take the edge off or else I would have been cumming too fast when I stick it in you. Now take that suit off. Pull the straps off your shoulders so I can get a nice look at those tits of yours at last."

"I can't. Not here," Pam whined as she looked around at the woods that surrounded the little clearing.

"Come on Pam," he said as he wiggled his flaccid cock at the girl. "This isn't high school. This is real life. Didn't you ever swallow before for real?"

"No."

"You serious? I thought this was all a game with you playing shy and innocent trying to get Lance excited," the man said. "It worked you know, but this is even better. Are you a virgin?"

"No - not really," Pam mumbled.

"Bet you're as tight as one though. Now let me watch you slip those straps off your shoulders nice and slow," Lance instructed as the girl's eyes darted around like she was a mouse in a cage as her hand went to the right strap and slid it off her round, tanned shoulder. "Nice. Now the other."

Pam did as Lance asked, holding the suit up as she let the other strap move down until they were both dangling at her sides.

"Let the suit go honey," Lance was saying as he pulled on his cock. "Let me see those tits in the light of day. That's it - damn!" 

As Pam let go up the suit her breasts surged forward and down, sending the top of the suit to her waist as her full globes settled down to where they belonged.

"Oh Pam, they are fucking amazing. Even bigger than I thought. Cup them. Squeeze them for Lance, like you were doing in the tent while I was eating your pussy last night," Lance directed. "That's it. Look at those nipples. Oh that's sweet. Not pull the rest of that suit down. Get it off so Lance can see all of you."

Lance was now stretching his cock to the limit, the swelling organ reflecting his arousal as the girl pulled the suit off of her plump but shapely legs before straightening up and exposing all of herself to his lecherous eyes.

"Look at that bush," Lance practically growled as he looked at the wide and dense triangle of dark brown hair that filled the cherubic girl's delta. "Beautiful. What a woman you are. Run your hand through that jungle. Tell me how wet you are."

"Wet," Pam heard herself saying as Lance threw the towel on the grass and came over to her, and as he eased her down onto the beach towel she had been bringing up to this place for years she whispered,

"Scared."

"Nothing to be scared up," Lance was saying as he knelt between her thighs and put his hand between her legs and pushed a finger into the fold. "You're so tight. I'll be gentle as I can but... damn."

"Rubbers," Pam was saying as she looked down and watched the man running the tip of his unprotected manhood up and down the opening.

"Ain't raining Pam," Lance said. "Besides, I can't wear those things because they always rip. Can't feel anything either and that makes Lance a sad camper so we ain't going there, so just relax."

"No," Pam cried as she felt the head of his cock pushing into her. "Please. It's too much."

"What is? Tell me," Lance said as he pushed a little more into the vice-like pussy. "Tell me."

"It's too big. It hurts."

"What is? Tell me."

"Your dick. It's too big," Pam cried out as she eyes bulged while her hands gripped the man's biceps.

"Cock. It's not a dick. Boys have dicks. It's a cock," Lance corrected. "Hardly got any of it in yet. Just relax baby because in a little while you're going to be cumming like a freight train."

Lance kept slowly moving the head of his manhood in and out of Pam, and as he felt her start to relax and get used to his size he started coaxing a little more into her furry pussy.

"Knew you would love Lance's big cock," he sneered as he began to go a little faster and deeper while Pam's nails dug into his arms. "Tell me you love it."

"Not all of it please," Pam whimpered. "Can't."

"Look," Lance said as he arched his back towards the sky and told Pam to look down and see.

"Omigod!" Pam groaned as she craned her neck down and saw that most of Lance's member was dry and outside of the jungle of hair as the rest of it dipped in and out.

"Gonna cum soon aren't you?" Lance said after Pam's head went back down to the towel, and as her squirming increased he started thrusting faster and deeper until Pam was arching her back and squealing while her pussy convulsed around his cock.

Lance rolled onto his side while staying inside of Pam, and now was playing with her breasts while continuing to thrust into the dazed looking teen, mauling the pliant jugs roughly as he did.

"That's it Pam," Lance said. "You love it, don't you?"

"Yes," Pam moaned as the cock went deep into uncharted territory.

"Tell me how much you love my big cock."

"Love it. Love your big cock," Pam grunted while she felt her body tingle again. "Oh shit!"

"You're cumming again, aren't you Pam?" Lance chirped seconds before Pam's face contorted as her orgasm roared through her body, and as her pussy contracted Lance let go himself, sending volleys of his seed deep into her womb.

"Ahhh!" Lance sighed as his twitching manhood finally stopped spitting, and he waited until his deflating member slithered out of the girl before he climbed up onto his knees and moved over to the side of Pam's ruddy cherubic face.

"Say thank you," Lance smiled as he dangled his spent dick over Pam's mouth, and when her lips parted he dropped the tip in and let her suck on it for a minute until getting to his feet.

"A dip in the pond would be nice about now," Lance suggested as he reached down and offered Pam a hand up. "Wouldn't it?"

Pam nodded as she stood up, her legs still open like she was on a horse. Lance chuckled when he saw his semen oozing out of Pam's pussy and hanging onto the soggy hair around the lips of her sex.

"I'll meet you in the swimming area," Lance said. "When you're ready you can come out the way you came in."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going out to the pond over there and swim over to the swimming area," Lance explained.

"They get mad if people swim outside of the ropes," Pam warned the man, who laughed before making his way to the pond hidden by the trees.

"Lance does what Lance wants," he said with a wink. "Lance gets what he wants too."

"I guess you do," Pam said to herself as she picked up her bathing suit, her pussy aching and feeling like Lance was still very much inside of her. "Arrogant bastard."

Pam managed to get her suit back on and worked her way to where the trail started. She noticed that there was a little piece of blue cloth on a tree there, probably to mark where to exit the path to get to that little clearing where she had just had sex. How many other girls had been taken there, she wondered as she made her way out of the woods trying not to walk like she had just been fucked.

Pam saw Lance swimming across the stretch of pond to the roped off area, and when he got there he swam under the barrier. The lifeguard saw him but said nothing, and Pam recalled how many times she and her siblings that gotten chewed out for much less. 

The man that Lance made her parade past was gone thankfully, and after Pam walked out to where Lance was waiting the cool water was soothing to her raw flesh.

"How does it feel?" he asked Pam when she got out to him. "To have experienced sex with a real man, I mean."

"Should have worn a rubber."

"Don't worry about it. You won't catch anything from me," Lance assured her. "So it's probably about time for lunch. I was thinking that after we go back and grab a bite we go back to where we were again."

"I'm sore," Pam said.

"Right now maybe but after a while you'll want more. Once they have Lance they always want more," Lance said. "And you know in your heart I'm right, don't you?"

"I guess you think you know everything."

"So you go back to Mommy and Daddy and in about an hour and a half you can wander down here just like you did earlier," Lance said, and when Pam shrugged her shoulders he added, "You know you will come back there. It's a whole lot better than talking with that dippy blonde friend, right?"

"She wasn't my friend," Pam insisted as Lance walked away, and as she looked at his hairy bronze back she decided she hated him.

She also knew that she would be walking down that road to the beach in about an hour and a half, and as he disappeared how she could loathe and lust after a guy at the same time.

***

"You're a couple of minutes early," Lance noted after coming out from behind the same tree on the side of the campground dirt road. "You're also walking a little better."

"Still sore," Pam said. 

"If you'd rather not," Lance said as he slowed, but after seeing Pam's reaction he laughed and they continued walking. "Thought so."

"Hot day," Pam noted conversationally.

"Even hotter back in that clearing, but after the clothes come off you tend not to notice," Lance observed. "And look! There's that guy. The Chef Boy Ar Dee look-alike. The guy that drooled over you. I want you to do the same thing you did this morning. Parade by and then catch him looking at you."

"He's creepy."

"You sound like your friend Amy talking about me," Lance said and held up his hand when Pam started to protest. "I know. She wasn't a friend. Okay, but don't tell me you didn't get hot when you saw him staring at you. Admit it. Who doesn't like to be looked at like that? He was staring at your tits and mentally undressing you and it made your nipples hard as bullets."

"Alright, I'll do it," Pam said as they neared the beach and the swimming area.

"This time without the towel," Lance instructed as he grabbed it, and when Pam protested he cut her off. "You aren't fat, and this time you can let him see your jugs and your ass. Shake that booty. You've got nice legs. Not chopsticks but the legs of a real woman. Do it for Lance. It makes me so horny."

Pam sighed but went down to the tiny patch of sand that was the beach and after dipping her toe in, headed back to the path while walking past the squat Italian-looking guy sitting in his lawn chair reading a magazine. 

Pam was walking a little more seductively, Lance noted as he watched from a different place and wished that the teen was wearing a bikini so her jugs could really roll around as she walked near the guy. Just as Lance had suspected the guy looked again, even lowering his sunglasses this time as Pam passed.

"Perfect," Lance sighed as he saw Pam glance down at her admirer before continuing towards their rendezvous, but this time instead of meeting Pam at the path Lance walked around back out of Pam's sight and then back to the beach.

Lance strode right up to the man and stopped in front of the guy in his chair, casting a shadow over him that got the Chef Boy Ar Dee look alike's attention.

"Get a good look?" Lance asked.

"Pardon?" the guy said, obviously startled at the presence of the man in front of him.

"I asked if you got a good look at the young lady that just went past you. I saw you looking at her, just like you did this morning," Lance said. "Man sees another man looking at his little girl like that - I know what what is going through your mind."

"That's your daughter?" the man mumbled and then offered an apology. "I meant no harm. I assure you. I have kids of my own."

"Daughter?"

"No, sons," he said. "Almost grown but still - I'm really sorry."

"Don't worry. I don't blame you. She's young but not little, right?" Lance said with a leer. "I don't even mind you looking. See where she went? Down that path about a quarter of a mile there's a little swatch of blue cloth on a tree and she's going to turn left there and walk into the woods a ways until she gets to a clearing, just like she did this morning. You know what happens next?"

"No," said the man.

"I'm going to join her and then I'm going to fuck her silly."

"Your daughter?"

"So? Did you see those tits? I know you did. Anyway, I'm going to fuck her and if you want, you can come watch. I sure as hell don't mind if you do," Lance said cockily. "I know you like to watch. You should see those tits out of that suit. And her bush? You're about my age - little older maybe so our tastes are probably similar. My little girl has a nice big furry triangle down there, just like girls used to be. Remember?"

"Yeah," the man said. "But your daughter?"

"Can you imagine having to look at that all the time and not wanting to nail it instead of your old lady?" Lance suggested while avoiding the question about him being Pam's father.

"Yeah. Guess I'm happy I had boys instead of girls."

"Well, you know where we'll be. Just try and be quiet because it breaks the mood otherwise," Lance said before waving as he went to rejoin Pam at the clearing.

Just as Lance got into the woods he looked back and saw the husky guy getting out of his chair and waddling in his direction, and that made Lance walk even faster as his cock stiffened at the thought of what was going to happen.

***

"Yeah," Lance groaned as he stood behind Pam who was as naked as he was, with her hands behind her head and writhing as Lance reached around and kneaded the teen's huge breasts roughly while nuzzling into the back of her neck.

They had already fucked, with Pam having already shed her bathing suit by the time he got back there and attacked him as soon as he reached the clearing. They had screwed like animals, and after they both came Pam had started sucking his cock in an effort to get him up again.

Now they were on their feet, and as Lance looked into the brush to the right he saw the eyes of the man who had been there for the entire hour or so watching them. Lance was giving him the chance to see his chubby lover in all her glory and wondered whether his cum was dripping out of Pam's sex again like it had before. 

He was probably jerking off while watching them, Lance figured, and the thought that he - and Pam inadvertently - were putting on a show really turned Lance on.




Pam's Here All Week



"Here baby," Lance said as he moved them over to some higher ground near a tree and after positioning her so that their height difference was neutralized, had her lean forward and put her hands on her knees.

"What are you doing?" Pam asked. "No please. Not that."

"What baby?"

"Not in my ass!" Pam yelped when she felt his hands groping.

"Why not baby?" he asked, having had no intention of doing that yet since he didn't have lube with him but was just examining the little tan puckered ring which surprisingly was almost hairless with the bush stopping just short. "Tell me why."

"Your cock is too big," Pam whimpered.

"Okay baby, I know what you want," Lance said as he brought his arching prong up between her legs and slid it into her pussy. "There you go."

"Omigod!" Pam cried out as Lance started thrusting up into her hard. "Your cock feels even bigger this way."

"And you love it don't you?" Lance snarled as he leaned over Pam and humped her like he was a praying mantis, hard and fast while he imagined what it must look like to the audience with Pam's massive breasts swaying down in front of her.

Pam came and her howls combined with the walls of her pussy undulating around his cock caused Lance to spit his seed into her again sooner than he had hoped. Unperturbed, the man straightened up off of Pam's back and she was straightening up as well when she let out a cry and scrambled away from Lance, cowering behind a tree.

"Somebody's watching - that man from the beach!" Pam explained as she tried to hide herself.

"Really?" Lance said feigning ignorance as he heard the guy scurrying through the brush after being caught. "Oh well."

"But he saw me - us."

"Told you he was hot for you," Lance said. "Believe Lance when he tells you things. You are a sexy little slut."

"I feel like a slut," Pam said as she continued to hide behind the tree. "I won't be able to go anywhere near the beach - or that man for the rest of the vacation."

"Hey, you didn't do anything wrong. He was the one minding our business. He'll probably be too ashamed to show his face around the beach, unless he doesn't think you got that good a look at him," Lance suggested. 

"I don't know."

"Could you see if he was doing something?" Lance asked.

"He was looking. I mean - omigod! You don't think he was - you know?"

"Who knows? I didn't even see him at all. Anyway, don't let it ruin our fun," Lance said. "Now about tonight after it gets dark."

"You aren't going to sneak over again, are you?"

"No, you can pay me a visit this time," Lance declared.

"You want me to try and get over to your campsite without getting caught?" Pam asked.

"Only if you want to,' Lance said. "I think you will though."

***

Pam tiptoed past the pop-up trailer, trying not to giggle when she saw the frame wiggling while her mother tried not to make any noise while her Dad humped her, and after making it out to the camp road turned the lantern on low so she didn't break her neck on the way.

Once she reached Lance's campsite she was able to kill the light because Lance's campfire lit the area quite well. Pam shook her head when she saw Lance sitting in a beach chair naked with his erection pointing straight at her.

"Kept me waiting," Lance said as he looked at the teen dressed in the baggy tie-dyed tank-top and nothing else. "Get that shirt off."

Pam peeled the top over her head, surprised at herself not only for being so immodest all of a sudden but for doing what he said like he was her father.

"Play with your pussy for me Pam," Lance said as he slowly stroked his swollen member, and when Pam buried her hand into her lush bush he added, "You're wet aren't you? Lucky for you Lance has got the cure for that baby. Come sit on my lap."

Pam walked over and straddled Lance, lowering herself down and squatting on his cock which he held upright for her to impale herself on.

"Ow!" Pam cried out when she lost her balance for a second, catching herself by grabbing Lance's shoulders.

"Yeah. You can't get enough of Lance's big dick can you?" Lance sneered as he watched Pam trying to gingerly bob up and down on part of his cock while he tried to time the upward thrust of his hip to get more of him into her.

"I'm sore," Pam said.

"Didn't stop you from coming over though did it?" he cackled as his hands came up and grabbed her swaying breasts, roughly kneading the weighty globes while enjoying the expression on the cherubic teen's face which was a mixture of pleasure and pain. "The squeaking sound I heard before? That your folks fucking down there?"

"Yeah," Pam grunted as her squat thrusting onto his tool got faster.

"Makes you hot listening to them, doesn't it?" Lance asked, and when she didn't answer he asked, "Your old man got a big one?"

"What?" Pam gasped. "God, I dunno."

"Never curious?" Lance asked. "I thought all girls secretly wanted their fathers - hey you're going to cum soon aren't you?"

Pam's response was to start frantically bob up and down, snorting and grunting while trying to get herself off.

"Yeah!" Lance grunted as he twisted her throbbing nipples while she squealed as she came, and after she stopped shaking she resisted Lance trying to have her completely sit on his cock.

"Can't," Pam said as she stood there on shaky legs. "Way too big for that."

"Okay then. Over here," Lance said and pulled the teen over to the picnic table and bent her over onto the tablecloth while reaching between her legs.

"Calm down," Lance scolded when she started to protest. "I'm not going to do you in the ass tonight. That's tomorrow night. Just give me that pussy."

"Oh!" Pam cried out, her face against the cool vinyl as her breasts were flattened by the force of Lance mounting her from behind while sending his cock deep into her.

"Who's your Daddy?" Lance asked as he thrust in and out of Pam, grabbing the back of her scalp and pulling her head back. "Tell me."

"You - you're my daddy," Pam gasped.

"Yeah!" Lance growled as he pounded harder and harder, the old wood of the table groaning under their combined weight and the force of his fucking.

It was like a bizarre music composition, with the creaking of the table and Pam's "oohs" each time he impaled her, and this was no quickie either because once Lance got into the rhythm he seemed to relish the feeling.

"Daddy's fucking you good, isn't he?" Lance asked. "And you're going to cum again aren't you? Lance can tell when his little girl's going to cum. You're loving this, aren't you?"

Pam's response was to clutch the tablecloth while letting out a guttural sound while Lance stood behind her with his hands on Pam's fleshy hips looking down and seeing his cock sliding in and out in the flickering light.

"Please," Pam was whimpering.

"Had enough for now babe?" Lance asked, and when Pam said yes Lance told her to ask nice. "Tell me to come inside of you so my cum can soothe your sore pussy. Say cum in my pussy daddy."

"Cum in my pussy," Pam said, and after Lance prompted her she added, "Daddy"

"Anything for my little girl," Lance said and as if hitting a switch his cock jerked, spurting a volley of his seed deep into her womb and only when he went limp did he retract his cock. "You okay?"

"I'm sore Lance," Pam said as she turned around leaned back against the foot of the table.

"Let's see," Lance said as he reached over and grabbed Pam's lantern and shone it on the teen's pussy. 

"Am I bleeding?" Pam said suddenly but Lance assured her she was fine.

"That's my cum drooling out of you," Lance chirped as he looked at the milky seed hanging on Pam's pussy hairs. "You're insatiable aren't you?"

"I don't know what I am," Pam admitted as she sat down on the bench gingerly.

"Want a beer?" Lance asked, and after he fished a couple out of his cooler and popped one for the girl he sat down opposite Pam.

"Got a story to tell you," Lance said. "I didn't want to ruin our fun by telling you right away but seeing how you're like a nymphomaniac ever since you got the chance to sample Lance's big dick, maybe you'll like this tale."

"You really are in love with that thing, aren't you?" Pam said before taking a swallow of beer.

"Almost as much as you are," Lance agreed. "Lance loves his cock. Lance loves the way women melt when they see it. Lance even digs the way other guys stare at it in the showers and stuff, not that I go for that kind of thing. So you want to hear this story?"

"Has it got anything to do with me?"

"Oh yes," Lance said. "I had a visitor earlier."

"Who? Not my father or mother?"

"No, it's somebody you know."

"Me? Up here? I don't know anybody."

"You might not know him, but you've seen him," Lance snickered. "And he's seen you. Your friend on the beach."

"That guy?" Pam said as she made a face. "Yuck! What did he want?"

"He said that he really liked the show we put on for him today," Lance explained as he embellished his lies. "He was really taken by you. I think he's in love."

"I think I'm going to puke."

"You're fine and I think you liked being seen by him."

"You're wrong."

"Not even a little?" Lance said with a wink. "Anyway, he said that he thought you were really hot looking. He said he couldn't get enough of those big tits of yours. Said he got himself off twice watching."

"Good grief," Pam said. "He's a bigger perv than you. I hope he liked the show because it's the last one he'll ever get."

"That might be a problem," Lance replied. "You see, he found out where your campsite is and asked me if I thought that you would want your parents to hear about what he saw back there."

"You've got to be kidding," Pam scoffed. "My parents would never believe it."

"He said that he took pictures," Lance explained. "Showed me one of those disposable cameras that he said was mostly all of us. You especially and he was wondering whether your folks would like a copy of the prints after he gets them developed."

"Omigod no."

"He said that he would stop by and tell your mother before he leaves to expect a surprise in the mail, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"You fuck him."

"No way. No way in hell!"

"Hey, that's what I told him," Lance said. "I mean I had to negotiate with the clown because he has us over a barrel but I managed to talk him off of that idea. I would never let him do that to you but I did say you would do something for him - like a thank you for giving us the camera."

"What?"

"Tomorrow we let him come back there with us."

"I'm not going to put on a show for him again."

"No, I said you would agree to suck his cock."

"What?"

"I said you would give him head. Show him your tits," Lance said. "What's the difference? He'll probably cum right away and it will be over."

"No."

"It's no big deal. Just get it over with and after that I promise we'll be more careful from now on," Lance said. "Hey, it might be fun. You'll never see him again and you might like it."

"Lance..."

"I know baby," he said as he came around the table and put his arm around her shoulders. "Just do it and get it over with. You don't want Mom to see you like that. He said he got a bunch of shots while we fucked with you bent over and your jugs swaying down. Wouldn't mind seeing them pictures myself but I don't think your mother or especially your Dad would want to see their baby like that."

"I gotta get back," Pam said as she slowly rose to her feet and picked up her t-shirt.

"I'll meet you back at our spot in the morning. See you tomorrow around 11, okay baby?" Lance said as Pam walked back to her campsite, chuckling as he marveled at how naive the kid was and feeling no guilt about being such a conman.

*** 

Lance had scoured almost the entire campground before he found the man, who was just finishing loading his car after breaking down his camp and apparently leaving the place.

When the guy saw Lance, he was startled. Lance motioned for him to come out to the road, and he did so reluctantly after making sure his wife and two kids weren't paying attention to him.

"Hi there," Lance said to the husky middle aged man.

"Say, your daughter really got upset back there yesterday."

"Silly kid. She didn't really see you. The night before I was telling her that there were bears up here and when she saw the branches rustle she freaked out," Lance lied. "After I told her it was the guy from the beach she said she wished she knew because she would have invited you to join us."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She says you remind her of the guy on the Chef Boy Ar Dee can labels. Makes her wet."

"I that get a lot," the guy shrugged. "Especially since I do a lot cooking for weddings and stuff at the Italian-American Club back home."

"Anyway - what's your name? Vito? Anyway Vito, my little girl wants you to come back there with us today."

"She does? But - we're leaving," Vito said as he waved towards the teenage boys and the dumpy woman sitting at the picnic table playing solitaire.

"Just come back for a little bit," Lance said. "Let her suck your cock. She's pretty good and she loves it when I watch her give head to other guys.

"I'm tempted but - I'm married," he shrugged.

"That your wife? No offense but I'll bet she doesn't suck your cock much any more does she?" Lance asked. "Just take a little while for you to cum because when you get up close to those tits..."

"She's got really big ones alright," Vito said as his eyes kept darting back and forth at the options. "Especially for being so young. How old is she?" 

"Don't you worry about that. Don't ask don't tell. Tell your wife that I asked you for help in coupling my trailer to my car or something," Lance explained. "You can think of something. Tell her you'll be right back. You know where we are."

Lance headed down the road to the path that led to the clearing, and when he looked back after reaching the woods he wasn't surprised when he saw the squat little guy in the garish orange shorts waddling quickly in his direction.

***

"Hi honey," the voyeur from the beach said as he joined Lance and Pam back at the clearing, but Pam said nothing and only looked to her mentor for advice.

"Vito here is in a hurry, Pam," Lance said. "Why don't you show him your tits?"

With a pained expression Pam slid the straps of the suit off of her tanned shoulders and let it drop to her waist, and her eyes were down when she heard the squat little man moan his approval.

"What a pair you got on you little girl," Vito said.

"Feel them," Lance said. "Pam don't mind do you?"

Pam said nothing at the older man took a couple of steps towards her and reached out and grabbed her breasts with his fat stubby fingers.

"That's nice," Vito said. "My wife - she's got big ones too but not near as nice as these. Can I see her bush?"

"Sure," Lance said as he stepped behind Pam and tugged the suit down almost to her knees. "Look but don't touch anything but the tits."

"Oh, what a sweet hairy pussy. You Italian little girl?"

"Answer the man, Pam," Lance prompted.

"No," she said as she felt her nipples swell as the stranger's hands groped her breasts.

"Better get to business," Lance said. "Remember you're in a hurry."

"Yeah," Vito said. "You ain't gonna watch are you?"

"Sure. Why not?" 

"I dunno. It's just kinky with you being her fa..."

"Let's go," Lance said, cutting the man off as he put a little pressure on Pam's shoulders to coax her to her knees."

"Don't have the equipment you've got," Vito said in apology as he dropped his loud shorts and then the boxers before wiggling his cock at Pam.

"It'll get a little bigger though," Vito said in apology to Pam before looking at Lance. "Nothing like yours though."

"Not many are," Lance said cockily as he looked at the brown stub of a cock that was mostly obscured by the bush of hair around it. "My baby don't mind, do you babe?"

"You aren't going to tell my mother, are you mister?" Pam asked as she looked up at the voyeur and then at his modest dick.

"Your mother?" Vito said with a confused look on his face. "Hell no."

"Suck his dick baby," Lance blurted out in deflecting the conversation as he nudged her face closer to the uncut stub in front of her. "Enough talk."

Pam reached into the grey and black bush and grabbed the plump tool, opening her mouth and taking it all, her face buried in the hair.

"Sweet mother of pearl!" the man groaned as Pam's lips, with the help of Lance's hand, moved up and down the man's cock.

"That's my girl," Lance growled as he savored the view, and after a minute of watching Lance wanted to get into the act.

"She likes to do two at once," Lance muttered to the voyeur as he came around next to Vito, and before he could protest Lance had dropped his swim trunks and was waving his cock next to Pam's cheek. 

"Son-of-a bitch," Vito said as he stared at the semi-turgid cock. "Looks even bigger close up."

"Come on babe, go back and forth between us," Lance said. You know how."

"Huh?" Pam mumbled as she pulled her face off of the smelly cock, but before she could say anything else Lance was pushing the skinned back glans in her mouth.

"Back and forth," Lance said in encouraging Pam to hold both cocks in her hands and take turns sucking them, and while it took her a bit of time to get the hang of it soon her mouth was moving back and forth between the two older men and giving brief sucks.

"See if you can fit both of them in your mouth at once," Lance suggested as he brought his cock up next to Vito's.

"I can't. They're too big!" Pam said after briefly trying to squeeze both knobs into her mouth.

"Okay. Finish our friend off here," Lance said as he stepped back and watched while slowly stroking his cock. "He looks like he's ready to pop his nut."

"Uh!" Vito groaned as he held Pam's head and thrust his dick in and out of her mouth, and Lance could tell by Pam's reaction that the voyeur was cumming.

"Swallow that load!" Lance demanded of Pam as Vito's knees buckled, and only a little of the ivory-hued sap trickled out the corner of her mouth before the man let go of her head and staggered back.

"Damn," Vito said as Lance came over to Pam and presented his erect cock to Pam. "Ain't fair - you having a kid like that and being hung like a horse besides."

"What can I say man?" Lance said as he rubbed his crown on Pam's cheek while she caught her breath.

"Gotta go," Vito said.

"Take care. I'm gonna fuck her again now though if you want to watch."

"Can't," Vito said as he pulled up his shorts and backed out of the clearing.

"You nasty little slut," Lance said to Pam. "You liked it."

"It was disgusting," Pam sobbed before she opened her mouth and took in the tip of Lance's tool

"Bullshit. Is he still watching?"

"Yes," Pam said after looking past Lance's hip and seeing the eyes in the same place they were yesterday.

"Your cunt is wet, isn't it?" Lance sneered. "Don't lie."

"Yes," Pam choked.

"Let's give him something to remember us by," Lance said. "Get up and bend over like yesterday and this time I want you to let it out. Talk dirty."

Lance came behind Pam as she crouched on the little swell of ground, and after rubbing his cock in the soggy furry fold he pushed it up and into her pussy.

"Oh shit!" Pam said.

"Say how much you like my cock," Lance hissed. "Say it so he can hear it. Call me Daddy. Say how much bigger mine is than his."

"I love your big cock," Pam said as Lance thrust his manhood into her hard. "Yours is so much bigger than that man's was. It's too big. It hurts."

"What's your Daddy going to do tonight?" Lance asked as he grabbed the back of Pam's hair and pulled her head back. "What did I say I would be doing to you last night?"

"No, not in my bottom," Pam cried out as Lance looked into the forest for the eyes that were right there, large and looming.




Pam's Here All Week



"Going to fuck you in the ass tonight honey."

"No," Pam whimpered as Lance thrust hard and deep.

"Cumming!" Lance snarled as he grabbed Pam's fleshy hips and impaled her with everything he had, and when he was drained he stepped back and saw the branches shake as the audience departed.

"You were only kidding about that right?" Pam said as she straightened up and pulled her suit up once more. "Just for that gross man to hear, right?"

"No babe. I told you last night that I was going to."

"You can't. I mean, it won't..."

"Of course it can," Lance assured Pam as he put his arms around her and gave her a squeeze. "After I get you all primed up you'll be begging for it, and I'm very proud of you for what you did just now. It was hot, wasn't it?"

"In a way, but still he was yuck."

"Didn't you like his little dick?"

"No," Pam said. "Hey, what about the pictures?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. the camera. Uh - he gave it to me before we got back here and I stomped on it and exposed the film, so no worries."

"How come - I mean why didn't you just tell him to take a hike after he gave it to you instead of having me suck his dick?"

"Um... well Lance is a man of his word," he riffed on the fly. "If Lance says something you can take it to the bank. You know that. Besides, you looked so cool going back and forth sucking cock. Like an Annie Sprinkle."

"Like a slut," Pam mumbled.

"That too. You going to take a swim?"

"Yeah, because I've got to help Dad after lunch," Pam said. "We need wood and stuff, and I think I'll make him stop so I can shower. He probably will want to shower too."

"You go in together?" Lance asked with a wink.

"No. men and women have separate rooms," Pam replied. "You are a perv."

"Oh well, I guess we'll have to wait until dark then," he said. "Lance can wait for that ass."

Pam shuddered as Lance pinched her butt on the way out of the woods, and as the two went back through the campground a car passed them on the way out of the place.

"There goes your fan," Lance said as the voyeur and his family drove past.

"Yuck," Pam said as he looked at the guy and the woman in the front seat and the kids not much younger than her in back.

"He'll probably fuck that cow wife tonight with his eyes closed wishing it was you," Lance opined.

"Yuck," Pam said. "Just yuck."

***

Pam made sure not to wave at Lance as they went by, although she cringed when her father gave her lover a little wave as they drove down the dirt road on the way to the village.

Lance returned the wave and after the car had disappeared in the cloud of dust he slowly made his way over to the campsite that Pam and her parents occupied. Pam and her father Don were gone but there was still one person over there, an old friend who had recognized him and had done her best not to look over in his direction all week.

Millie Prescott was tidying up the campsite when she saw him heading in her direction and Lance smiled when he saw how his appearance had made her jumpy, almost like a rat looking for a way out of a cage but there was nowhere to hide.

"Hello Millie," Lance said with a big smile, one that he did not get in return from his old customer, but that didn't faze him in the least. "Been a while."

"Hello Lance," Millie said coldly, trying not to look at Lance as she puttered around. "Small world."

"Sure is," Lance said as he got closer. "Been a while. About 10 years, but you're still looking good."

Millie Prescott said nothing as Lance looked over the woman who was probably around 50 now. Back when the Prescott house was on his route Millie had been a little cutie with perky breasts and a very prim and proper way about her. Now ten years later, she was showing the effects of time, with grey hair slipping in among the brown and breasts that seemed to hang a bit even with a bra on.

"I was hoping you would have paid me a visit by now," Lance opined. "I mean, I knew you recognized me. Once women meet Lance they never forget him. Would have been nice for you to have come over so we could talk about the old days."

"I think we've both moved on from that," Millie said as she crossed her arms over her chest and stood across the picnic table from him as if to use it as a shield. "Still driving the garbage truck?"

"Sometimes, but Lance has so many irons in the fire that Lance can't be tied up in one thing too much. That girl with you - that the little girl who used to stand out front of your house and wanted me to toot my horn? What was her name? Pamela? Boy, she's grown up."

"You can forget about whatever it is you're thinking of," Mrs. Prescott snapped. "Pam is still a child."

"Doesn't look it to Lance," he replied. "Damn, that girl's got a pair on her. Where did she get them from? Not from you of course, although I do remember you having a cute pair of titties on you."

"I see you're still as crude as ever."

"Lance is Lance," he said with a shrug. "Lance loves the ladies."

"Almost as much as he loves himself," Millie added.

"I'll bet you miss it, don't you?" Lance asked as he grabbed his crotch and leered. "Miss getting your weekly dose of Lance?"

"From what I heard last night, you don't seem to be lacking companionship," Millie said. "I heard you grunting over there - you and whatever pig you had up there."

"Made you wet didn't it?" Lance sneered. "I'll bet you think about those times a lot. Started out to be quickies but ended up with me having to pry your hands off of me so I could get back to work."

Millie shook her head, trying not to think of that time in her life when she had strayed. It had only been for less than a year, but she still couldn't believe how easily she had been seduced by this crude and brutal man and how glad she was that he had his route changed so that she wasn't tempted.

"I was young..."

"Bullshit. You were almost 40," Lance scoffed. "Don't play the innocent. You wanted it then just like you want it now. Remember how I introduced myself to you?" 

"Please - someone will see you," Millie said when she saw Lance pulling down his zipper, but that didn't even slow his hand.

"Not back here they won't. Your pop-up blocks the view from the road," Lance explained as he calmly reached in and pulled out his flaccid cock, giving the limp snake a tug before letting it hang obscenely out of his fly while smugly putting his hands on his hips. "It was just like this as I recall."

"Please don't. What if my husband..."

"I had asked to use your bathroom and when I came out I was standing just like this with my cock hanging out," Lance recalled. "I remember the expression on your face when you saw my cock and realized how you had been cheated."

"Don is a good man..."

"You took a couple of steps back," Lance said, ignoring Pam's mother was saying. "Then you said something about what if your kids came in, so I told you to get rid of them. You went outside and stuffed money in their hands and told them to go to the movies, and then you came back inside and I was naked."

"Please," Millie Prescott whined, her eyes staring at the huge cock which was thickening and lengthening as Lance spoke. 

"You were a fucking animal," Lance said. "Not with your husband though I'll bet."

"I can't," Millie begged.

"Maybe that little girl of yours would like to experience what you did back then," Lance mused.

"OMIGOD NO!" Millie pleaded. "Pam - she's just a kid. She's so innocent. You would..."

"I would what?" Lance asked as his hand went down and began stroking his now fully engorged member while relishing Millie's fear. 

"Tear her apart," Millie whimpered. "Please don't."

"Then let's get in your pop-up."

"No - not in there," Millie said but Lance was already on his way to the steps. "What if..."

Lance was already inside.

***

Millie climbed up the steps and into the trailer where her old lover was already naked and holding his stiff cock upright, his fist wrapped around the shaft of the huge monolith as he watched Millie locking the trailer door behind her.

"Get those clothes off Millie," Lance said. "I'll bet you've aged like fine wine."

"I hate you," Millie muttered as she pulled her shorts and panties down, exposing the little wisp of hair that guarded her sex.

"Brings back memories," Lance said. "I thought you must have shaved your pussy but you said that you just don't have much hair down there. Looking at your daughter - I bet she's got a jungle between those pudgy thighs."

"Please don't talk about Pam like that," Millie said. "Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Take the top off. Bra too. You don't expect me to fuck you like that do you? That's it. Oh my. Heading a little south, aren't they? That's okay. Lance loves banana boobs."

"Must you always be so..."

"Get your pussy wet, or should I say wetter," Lance chuckled. "Get your fingers in there, and when you're ready I want you to climb up on top of me and ride this big boy of Lance's like you used too."

Millie groaned as he began to play with herself, and when her old lover told her to play with her breasts she did as he directed, squirming in place as she worked a second finger in.

"You're ready, aren't you Millie? At least as ready as you'll ever be. Climb on."

Millie straddled the cock like she had dozens of times that summer long ago, and just like that first time when the fat knob of his monstrosity popped into her pussy she involuntarily cried out.

"Oh yeah!" Lance crowed as he watched Pam's mother ease down slowly on his cock, her face screwed up in that pleasure and pain mask he remembered so well. "Ride that pole. Damn, that needle dick husband of yours let your cunt tighten right back back."

"Shut up!" Millie snapped as she began to go up and down on the man she had a love/hate relationship with, and as she felt her cunt stretch out she began to hate herself even more than Lance for getting off like she was.

"Oh yeah baby. Cum for Lance!" he bellowed as he stretched Millie's pliant teats out straight while she came and the pop-up trailer rocked.

Lance rolled Millie over and began to pound her into the thin mattress, and after he coaxed another orgasm out of Pam's Mom he pulled out of her pussy and came around to put his cock to Millie's lips.

"Suck it!" he said while his orgasm rose inside of him, and after she got her lips around the head he let go, spurting his cum into the mother of his lover until he was spent.

"You still got it baby," Lance said as he patted his cock on her cheek before getting ready to leave. "If you want a little three-way action tonight, feel free to come over. Remember how wild it was that time with you and what's-her-name?"

"Audra," Millie sighed as she thought about the black woman who used to be in her church, and how after Lance had told her she was on his route too and if Millie wanted to keep him happy she would join to the two of them, she had agreed. "She moved. They moved after her husband..."

"Oh yeah, he found out about us," 

"You don't care about anybody but yourself," Millie spat angrily. "You use people and when you're through with them you walk away like they were the garbage on your route."

"And?" Lance said. "Where's the problem with that? As long as I'm happy that's all that matters. Besides, when I was fucking you every week I don't remember you complaining. I do remember you climbing all over Lance when I would slip in through your back door."

"Alright..."

"I remember you buying me a watch and clothes..."

"Enough Lance."

"I remember you saying things like - oh honey since you've been fucking me when my husband makes love I can't hardly feel his dick..."

"Shut up!" Millie cried out. "I hate you."

"And you'll think about me fucking you in that trailer for the rest of your vacation," Lance sneered. "Even after you get home and your pussy stops aching you'll be wishing I was there with you - fucking you like the slut we both know you are."

"Millie," Lance said, stopping after walking away from the sobbing woman and then turning back. "When you hear me over there tonight and you get the urge, feel free to come on over. There's plenty of Lance for everybody, and this broad I'm fucking has a nice hairy pussy. Just like that black lady did, remember?"

"Dream on," Millie replied and walked around the other side of the trailer so he couldn't see her cry.

"I hate you so much," Millie muttered to herself as she watched the cocky bastard returning to his campsite, but she hated herself just as much, maybe even more for being so weak.

"Nothing hurts like the truth," she mumbled as her tongue rubbed around inside of her mouth where the taste of his cum still lingered.

***

"Please be gentle," Pam said as her upper body rested on top of the vinyl tablecloth that covered the picnic table at campsite 76.

"You're saying that now babe," Lance said while getting off his knees after rimming the teen's anus, and as he grabbed the gel to add further lubrication in addition to his saliva, he added, "In a few minutes you'll be begging for me to go faster and deeper into your rectum."

"What's that?" Pam said as she felt her anus being probed.

"My finger," Lance said as he spun his long digit into the girl's steamy orifice. "And here's another one."

"Omigod," Pam cried out when she felt Lance's middle finger join the index finger. "This hurts."

"Thin line between pleasure and pain," Lance noted as he saw movement in the woods on the other side of the road, where either Pam's mother or father was going to the outhouse. "You know I met this hippie chick up here a few years ago."

"OW!" Pam yelped as Lance drove the two fingers deep into her virgin bowels.

"Anyway, this chick had a hairy asshole, but her anus was so resilient that I could get almost my hand up her ass after a few times," Lance chuckled.

"Please don't do that," Pam begged as she watched the reflection of the flames dancing on the leaves of the trees around them.

"Don't worry, the next thing going in there is my whopper," Lance assured her. "If it helps any I usually cum pretty fast when I do girls in the ass. It's so tight that I can't control myself. Okay, it's time."

Lance removed his fingers from Pam's ass and after lubricating his erect cock he brought the fat knob in between Pam's plump butt cheeks.

"Wait - wait," Pam was saying as she felt Lance pushing the head of his cock into her, but he wasn't stopping and only Pam digging her teeth into her wrist kept her scream from being any louder than the muffled squeak it was.

"Oh fuck you are tight!" Lance grunted as his greased monster forced its way into Pam's anus. "Relax! Don't fight it. It's easier that way."

"Hurts," Pam sobbed as she felt the throbbing tool stretching her tiny hole without mercy.

"Yeah," Lance sighed as she grabbed Pam's hips and began working half of his manhood in and out of the teen while wishing the shape that was walking back to the pop-up trailer would come across the street.

Either one would be fine with Lance, he mused. Having Pam's old man come over to watch his daughter getting fucked in the ass would be a real trip but Millie? Now that would be something else altogether since he remembered Mrs. Prescott as not being shy about eating creampie out of that black woman's nappy cunt.

Across the way, Millie Prescott stood outside of the pop-up trailer, occasionally glancing back to make sure her daughter wasn't awake and having to listen to the guttural performance that Lance was putting on from across the way.

With her hand inside her pajama bottoms, frigging herself as she listened to the animal-like sounds coming from her old lover and whatever victim he was using as a sperm bank, she leaned against the wall and bit her lower lip.

It was disgusting, Millie thought. No shame at all with whatever tramp Lance had managed to dig up grunting and the picnic table squeaking so loud it was a wonder the whole campground wasn't awake.

The woman let out a yelp, and Millie closed her eyes as she came along with Lance's latest fool, and as her orgasm faded so did the sounds coming from across the way.

Maybe they'll go to sleep now, Millie hoped as she took her fingers out from her sex and brought them to her lips, the pungent taste and scent of her cunt making her eyes water.

"Damn you," Millie whispered to herself, hating fate or whatever had brought this man back into her life, and channeling Humphrey Bogart she continued, "Of all the campgrounds and all the campsites in the world he has to walk into here."

"Are you talking to me honey?" came the voice from inside the pop-up.

"Oh sorry," Millie said as she opened the door. "Just talking to myself."

"Our neighbor seems to be having fun again," Don Prescott noted as he propped himself up on his elbow.

"I heard."

"Kind of erotic in a way, don't you think?" her husband said. "Got me kind of horny, if you know what I mean."

Millie watched her husband pull down the sheet, where underneath his pajamas were down and his erect penis sticking straight out through the fly.

"In the mood?" he said with a grin, and Millie forced a smile as she closed the trailer door behind her and dropped her own pajamas before mounting her husband.

"Oh, you're wet," her declared as Millie started moving up and down on the cock that was perfectly fine both before and after Lance had entered her life before.

Just as the arrogant bastard had declared earlier though, she could hardly feel her husband's cock as he poked meekly into her. You're twice the man that snake is, and I love you and hate him but that bastard was right. I can't feel it.

Millie came along with her husband, but while his orgasm was real Millie's was faked, and after she climbed off of Don and he cuddled with her she tried to go to sleep.

"They're at it again," Don whispered a few minutes later as he hugged Millie.

"I hear them," Millie answered as the squeaking and grunting began once more from across the road. "I hear them."

***

"What are you going to do without me?" Lance asked the next day as he looked over at Pam who was splayed all over the grass of the clearing that had been flattened by their frequent visits. "I'm going to be gone tomorrow and you'll be up here all alone."

"Only for a couple of days more," Pam said as she put her hands behind her head and looked up through the leaves at the cloudy sky. 

"Won't give you much time to link up with another guy after I leave."

"I have no intention of linking up with anybody," Pam informed Lance.

"Don't blame you because I get that a lot," the older man said as he reached over and squeezed Pam's left breast, still prominent even with her on her back. "Once the women get a dose of Lance, nothing is ever good enough afterward."

"I'll survive," Pam said.

"Maybe I'll come up and visit you," Lance said. "Like I told you with me being a detective I've got your license plate number so finding you will be a cinch even though it is a bit of a drive."

"I'll be away at college," Pam reminded Lance, and she was tempted to tell him that he was full of shit about them being a long drive away from him because she had gotten a peek at his address from the drivers license in his wallet last night when he went to the outhouse.

Lance had claimed that he was from down near New York City but that was a lie because the license said he was from Clinton, New York which was not that far south from her town of Barneveld, New York. Even funnier was the fact that she was going to be going Herkimer Community College come fall which was just to the west of Clinton.

"Yeah but you're going to be missing Lance," he concluded. "Going to miss me when these stupid frat boys try to do an man's job on you."

"Maybe," Pam heard herself saying, and she could picture herself looking Lance up at some point because he made her feel special, even if it probably was all as much bullshit as his lie about where he lived.