Mr Horner's Summer Camp for Kids

I knew I was in trouble when Mr Horner called me into his office just after breakfast. The nature of my trouble I didn't appreciate until he bade me sit down, and turned the screen of his laptop to face me.

"Watch this, son," he said, his weatherbeaten face impassive.

It was a short video - well, a series of short videos - as if taken off a security camera or closed-circuit TV. It started in one of the girls' dorms - Dorm Three, I happened to know - and it showed a guy sneaking from bed to bed, up to no good. The quality of the film was really quite good; it was pretty clear what he was doing. At each bed he stopped and rummaged around underneath or to one side. Each time he lifted a drawstring bag or a plastic shopping bag onto the bed, delved inside, and pulled out a pair of girl's panties. Each time he held the panties to his face, a kind of weird, dreamy look on his face. Oh, and each time he was slowly jerking off, his cock poking out rigid from his hiking shorts. On a couple of occasions he draped the panties over his cock and jerked into them.

I happened to know that he didn't cum in any of them, because the guy was me of course.

I watched with mounting nausea the little videos flip past - me stalking Dorm Three and sniffing the panties of the twelve-year olds staying there, jerking my cock like a pedophile sex pervert. I let out a long, slow, fluttering breath.

"Ohh, fuck..."

The last of the sequence was the worst; I half expected it, and sure enough there it was. The guy - OK, me - with my shorts around my knees in the girls' washroom, jerking my cock and rubbing it, one at a time, on the heads of the girls' toothbrushes. Fuck I was so busted.

"Mr Horner..." I began, then stopped. What the hell do you say when someone's caught you red-handed perving at the kids you're meant to be looking after for their summer camp? Red-handed and red-dicked, indeed. Twelve-year old girls' panties! Jesus Christ, this was serious. This was sex offenders' court, clear conviction. He had evidence, for fuck's sake, video evidence.

Mr Horner watched me impassively as I sat, staring, breathing hard, my mind whirling.

Video evidence. He had video evidence.

Video evidence? *Video*?

My eyes suddenly snapped from the screen to his. Wait a minute...

"Mr Horner," I began slowly, "OK, you got me... but... why... why do you have cameras in the girls' dorm? And the washroom?"

I was thinking furiously, heart hammering, hands shaking on my knees.

"OK. OK, since I've done... that a few times this holiday, I think I would have noticed security cameras, and I think the girls' parents might have noticed security cameras, but I didn't, which means they must be hidden..."

Mr Horner's eyes were crinkling in the corners. Mine were widening steadily as realization dawned.

"So you have hidden cameras in the girls' dorm and washroom...? So you..."

"You took your time, son, but you got there." His voice was soft but earnest. His eyes held mine. "So we got you, and you got us. You like the young ladies - and so do we. And by 'we' I mean most of us old hands here, most of the two-season-plus guys."

My heart was calming down, but I was shifting from horror to incredulity and the nausea still had me dizzy.

"Josh reckoned you were one of us the first week, and I guess he was right." He suddenly cracked a half-smile and sat back. "Calm down, for fuck's sake, son. I ain't gonna bust ya. You get off on young girls - fuck it, so do I, always have done. Sweet young asses, flat chests or tiny boobies, perfect little pussies with barely a tuft of hair." His gaze was intense. "You betcha. Why the fuck you think we do this thing year in, year out, me and Josh and Stevie and the old hands? Cos we enjoy helping rich parents get a break by looking after their spoiled kids all fuckin' summer? Fuck no. Cos we love the young pussies."

Jesus Christ!

"Mr Horner, you nearly gave me a heart attack..."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I know son. It's the best way to let you know the score, believe me. I done it often enough down the years."

"So, what now...?" I'd regained some composure, and was beginning to wonder where things went from now. I guess I'd just been hazed into some kind of pervert club - which I guess was fine; certainly better than the alternative.

"Well, for all I can get your motivation, I'm not so happy about you sneaking around the dorms like that. If you got spotted people might think you were thieving, and that's no good for business." No suggestion that a summer camp for kids staffed by pedophiles might be bad for business, I noted. "So," he continued, "I'm gonna put you on reduced duties off camp today -"

There was a knock on the door. I spun quickly in my chair.

"- Ah, Josh, great timing, son. I've just been filling David here in on the way it is. He'll join you today.

"David, you'll go with Josh today. You got a babysitting job, keep you away from the camp girls. Josh, she with you?"

"Right here, Mr Horner," smiled Josh, flicking back the ever-present fall of blonde hair from his right eye. He glanced behind him. "Raechelle!" he called.

Raechelle. I knew the name - Mr Horner's daughter - but I'd never met her. As I tried to make sense of my rapidly changed situation footsteps sounded behind Josh and Raechelle stepped into the little wooden office.

So... Raechelle looked nine or ten, with red hair tumbling past her shoulders, a spray of freckles across her nose and a body perhaps best described as chubby. She was certainly on the larger side and, perhaps unfortunately, was wearing hiking shorts which highlighted her ample thighs and a yellow crop-top which left her gently rolling midriff bare to the world. And - her broad, flat face, slanting eyes and thick-lipped mouth showed very clearly the classic features of Down syndrome.

I took this in slowly, my head still spinning.

Mr Horner lit up. "Raechelle, sweetheart! You sleep well, baby? OK, so Josh and young David here are gonna look after you today, maybe a little hike up the hill and a picnic. That right, Josh?"

Josh nodded. Raechelle beamed a huge smile, her tongue rolling slowly across her lower lip. "Picnic!" she exclaimed happily. "Josh!" She turned to me and cocked her head on one side. "And David...?" Her tongue rolled again, then she stuck her hand straight out toward me. "Hello, David!" she said loudly.

I had just enough presence of mind to reach out and take her hand lightly. "Raechelle, uh, hi."

She grinned again. It was very disarming, rather lit up her whole face. Her eyes were bright with excitement.

"Picnic!" she said again, then "Come on, slowcoaches!" and she was off.

I rose slowly, not quite meeting Josh's eye. He, I could see, was highly amused, probably at the thought of my earlier squirming unmasking as a nineteen-year-old girl-stalking pervert. Mind you, I clearly wasn't the only one in the room.

Mr Horner caught my arm just as I was leaving. His leathery face was serious, but a light burned in his eye. "Josh'll keep you straight, son, he knows Raechelle. Treat her nice, OK, and show her a good time. She's my baby girl. I want her to have the best of everything, OK?"

"Uh, sure thing Mr Horner. I, uh, sure thing..."

I caught up with Josh at the cookhouse where he was assembling lunch. He grinned at me as I approached. "So welcome to the club, yeah?" he asked. I flinched. "Yeah," I whispered in return, "I guess. So - is this for real? I mean - you too? You like - young - ?"

He cut me off with a chuckle. "We often get together, the four of us guys and Mr Horner, and watch the week's tapes with a few beers." He lowered his voice. "You know how liberating it is when you can sit a talk dirty about girls - and I mean girls - with other guys? Sit and watch them undressing and talk about which one you want to do what with?" His eyes were shining. "Shit, man, it's so, so... It's rare we don't get our dicks out and jerk off while we're watching. Sounds pervy, and fuck, yes it is, but it's fucking hot! You gotta join us, man!"

"Yeah," I whispered back, "yeah, I guess... yeah. But - Raechelle. The old man's put us in charge of his daughter for the day and - well, he knows we like - well, you know - and he - does he think - does he want us - well, fuck, what does he want?"

Josh laughed. "He wants us to look after his little Raechelle and give her lots and lots of our undivided attention. Lots of it." He winked. "And don't be put off by the way she looks, man. Beauty is skin deep, dude, but sexiness in a girl - that's a state of mind." He leaned closer and whispered straight into my ear, making my cock stir in my shorts. "Especially when she's ten!"

He finished stowing sandwiches into a light rucksack. "You get a rug and some drinks together in a bag - water, Coke maybe - and we're good to go." He slapped me on the back. "You're gonna love Raechelle, man. All the boys love Raechelle!" He laughed as he shouldered his pack and went to look for our charge. "Especially her tongue!"

Lakeview Summer Camp is, kinda obviously, beside a lake. It faces east-south-east, covering a fair stretch of shoreline, with forest behind and higher ground rising to the north and west. Accommodation for kids and staffers is log cabin dorms, each with their own washrooms. There's a central cookhouse and big refectory and general hall, though most eating tends to be outside unless a storm blows in. The weather in this part of the world over summer is benign and sunny most of the time. All in all, it's a pretty damn idyllic place.

It was around mid-morning when the three of us set off up the hill. The sun was warm but the beech and pine kept it shady and pleasant. Josh and I were in remarkably similar khaki hiking shorts, although different t-shirts stopped us looking like complete assholes. Raechelle's beige shorts were clearly one size too small for her roly-poly ass, and her yellow crop-top was rather impractical for hiking, but it did look kinda cute on her, emblazoned as it was with the beguiling invitation to "kiss me". Even more impractical was the large, pink artificial flower in her hairband, but again, cuteness won. Josh and I carried our picnic rucksacks, and Raechelle a small pink daypack with whatever ten-year-old girls needed on a hike in it.

We followed a well-defined trail that meandered in slow loops up the hill - not a steep climb, but a long, steady gradient. Raechelle bounded and gamboled ahead of us, very like a puppy, full of life and bounce, her big tongue lolling, her fat little ass rolling and quivering in the tight shorts. She was fun to be with, and, I discovered very quickly, astonishingly, deliciously lewd in her conversations. We'd been going only 15 minutes or so before she was talking lasciviously about the sizes and qualities of the cocks owned by other guys in the little summer camp "community" - how they curved, how they felt in her hand, degrees of hardness - and taste, for fuck's sake! Ten years old, Down syndrome and all, and she was prattling happily about how the guys' dicks tasted! I was listening with goggling ears, still working it out, when a sudden thought struck her, and she stared right at me, her slanting eyes wide as saucers in her broad, freckled face.

"I never seen your cock David!" she exclaimed. Fuck me, what!? I stopped dead, mouth hanging open like a moron. I stared at her. "Wha...?"

She was deadly serious, her face creased up in concentration at this sudden realization. "Show me now!" she exclaimed. "I never seen your cock! Want to see it now! Show me your cock!" Becoming quite animated she ran up to me, a little waddling run, and stared pointedly at my - admittedly by now rather bulging - crotch. "Show me!"

Josh was chuckling mightily a few yards ahead. "Better do as she says, man," he laughed, "she's not one to take no for an answer isn't our Raechelle!"

I still hadn't fully conquered my self-consciousness; these ideas were such a far cry from the everyday that I was still not quite there yet. I hesitated, but Raechelle's voice was rising - "Cock! Cock! Cock! Cock!" - and her panting eagerness was ratcheting my horniness up quite spectacularly. What the hell! I unzipped my shorts, and carefully extracted my semi-erection. I'm neatly circumcised, and straight, and kinda average in length, and proud of my dick like every guy is. Weird, isn't it?

The girl in front of me moaned loudly and her big tongue ran out and around her lips. She looked up at me, a long strand of drool slipping off her tongue to hang briefly, glinting in the sunlight.

"Nice cock David! Like your cock! Neat!"

She knelt, hands on her chubby white thighs, and before I could move she'd gobbled my swelling cock between her thick, wet lips and was sucking on it like a popsicle.

Now I understood Josh's comment; Raechelle's tongue seemed huge and almost prehensile in the way it curled and probed around my cock, reaching out to lick into my shorts, nearly to the base of my shaft with my head was wedged firmly in her warm, wet mouth. My God it felt so fucking good, and she clearly loved it. She sucked and rolled my cock around her mouth, and needless to say within seconds I was fully erect and groaning softly at the sheer pleasure of it - this ten-year-old redheaded Down syndrome kid sucking my dick like a $1,000 hooker.

"Hey, Raechelle, what about me?"

Josh was next to me, his dick protruding from his shorts. Raechelle moved slightly, spreading her big thighs wide as she did so, letting my cock slip wetly from her mouth as she switched her attention to him. She gobbled him down and I watched that big tongue at work from a different angle, licking and slobbering on his hard dick, sucking it fiercely before she relinquished him and returned to me. Josh stepped a little closer and laid his arm across my shoulders, and for five minutes Raechelle knelt in front of us and sucked our dicks wetly, one to the other, in the sexiest damn blowjob ever - in real life or in porn.

Eventually Josh started us off up the hill again. With a groan he forced his erection back into his shorts, and I did the same, marveling at how wet it was. Raechelle stood and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, stringing saliva in a brief thread. She grinned happily at me - "Nice cock, David!" - and looped her arm through mine. Josh took her other one and we marched on up the trail, a very curious Wizard-of-Oz threesome indeed.

Of course, that interlude removed the last of my inhibitions with this chubby bundle of child sexuality, and for the next twenty minutes of hiking the three of us goosed and fondled and kissed our way up through the woods, until Raechelle was flushed red to her hairline and Josh and I were rampantly erect. We were still a fifteen or twenty minute hike to the hilltop picnic spot when Raechelle suddenly stopped and announced "I need to pee."

"Well, when you gotta go, you gotta go," smiled Josh and leaned easily against a tree. I shucked my thumbs under the straps of my rucksack and waited. Raechelle gave us both a big grin and unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. She yanked them down and off over her boots. I did a slight double take at her very un-childlike underwear - a tight yellow thong leaving little to the imagination - but then that was off as well and she was standing, legs wide apart by the edge of the trail.

We all three watched the beautiful little heart-shape of her smooth, white pussy in anticipation, Raechelle with her tongue poking out, and after a second or so she gave a big grunt and released a gush of pee in a fan-like spray. She looked up with a lewd grin and sprayed a second time. Despite her wide straddle she was in danger of soaking her legs, so she hooked her forefingers into the soft flesh of her pussy lips and spread them. Her tongue dribbled prettily as she squirted pee for the third time, but this time a more controlled stream, tinkling and spattering into the pine needles. She rolled her hips and hosed the path, her pretty pussy spread pink as we two grown men watched her and slowly masturbated our exposed cocks. Raechelle made the simple act of taking a pee into a lewd sex spectacle, and we loved it!

She peed for a long time, and as she finished Josh gathered up her shorts and thong and stuffed them into his pack. "Come on," he said with a wink at me, "we gotta get going or we'll never get to the top."

"Hey!" called Raechelle, "you got my shorts!"

"Sure," replied Josh, "'cos you took so long peeing."

She stuck her tongue out, her long, lascivious tongue, and tossed her red hair back.

"OK, so you can carry all my stuff, Mr Smartypants," she said, and dumped her small daypack on the ground. With that, she whipped off her yellow crop-top and threw it at me. I caught it, though only just, because my eyes were feasting on the smooth nakedness of her chubby white body. She was distinctly pear-shaped for a ten-year-old, big ass and thick thighs, and the first tiny hints of bumps on her chest. Her little nipples were a high pink, and with her flat-featured face she was not at all what one could call pretty - but I thought she was the sexiest little piece of ass I'd seen in a long time.

"Mmm, you look good like that, Raechelle," I said admiringly. She gave a huge cackle of laughter and turned to face the hill again. "You got to catch me!" she called, and with her rolling gait set off up the trail ahead of us. I watched her big, soft ass quiver as she ran and my cock twitched.

"Somehow she's the hottest little slut I know," murmured Josh as he passed me, his eyes following the naked nymph ahead. "Yeah..." I replied thoughtfully, bending to lift her daypack and stuffing her yellow crop top into it. I followed, hard, wet and eager to reach the top of the hill. We made it in twelve minutes, following the naked, dancing nymph who capered and laughed ahead of us, her milk-white skin glowing pale gold in the dappled sunlight. She egged us on, turning to yell at us, grin, pull a face and set off again, her fabulous ass and chubby thighs quivering lusciously.

At the hill crest the trees fell away and the summit was largely bare save for tight, springy grass. There were a couple of picnic tables adorning the summit, the kind with built-on benches, and a number of logs carved and arranged as seats. There were signs of a campfire to one side. Ahead, the trail dipped again out of sight into the forest, and the land beyond rose again, disappearing off into true wilderness. As a secluded picnic spot, it was perfect.

Raechelle was squatting naked in the centre of the open glade, wrestling with her hiking boots. She looked up, flushed with the exertion of the climb, hair plastered to her high forehead, a huge, shit-eating grin on her face. Josh and I dumped our packs and I rummaged inside mine for the picnic blanket, spreading it out near one of the benches. Raechelle stood up and planted her fists on her chubby little hips.

"I got no clothes on, so you better get no clothes on!" she declared. I couldn't help laughing at her peremptory tone, but I was pulling off my sweat-dampened t-shirt as Josh was his. Josh was faster, and faster with his shorts. His dick was rigid, of course, as was mine, and as he shucked his shorts and boxers over his boots he beckoned the girl over.

"Hey Raechelle, honey, I'm kinda hot and sweaty after that chase you led us - you wanna check it out?"

The girl squawked with glee and capered over to him. Josh was lean and hard all over, a great-looking guy, and his skin indeed glowed with sweat. Raechelle pounced on him, almost in a football tackle, her arms around his hips in a hug that brought her face right up against the front of his thigh, his cock along her cheek. I watched incredulously, my own shorts half-way down my legs, as the girl buried her face in his crotch and begin licking.

Her tongue snaked all around his swinging balls, into the sweaty creases of his groin, under his scrotum and probing for his perineum. She squashed her face into his crotch, snuffling deeply, licking and slobbering over his cock and balls. In amazement I watched him lean forward, hands on knees, as the pale, chubby girl slithered between his legs and, swear to God, buried her avid tongue between his sweaty ass cheeks.

Josh glanced up at me. "She loves it. You gotta get some of this, man..."

My shorts were off and I was across there in a flash. Raechelle's flushed, wet face emerged from behind Josh and she gave a crow of delight. "David! Gotta lick your ass! Nice sweaty asshole!"

This was surely nine-times-over wrong, but I couldn't help it. I leaned too, presenting my butt, and the ten-year-old girl with the red hair and the over-large tongue did the most incredible thing for me. Her mouth was suddenly hot and wet against my asshole and her amazing tongue was licking and probing and tasting, up and down and in and out. My legs trembled as she wriggled the tip of her tongue into my anus, then shuffled down beneath me to suck my balls from below. Every little nook and cranny I had down there she was in, gobbling up the scents and tastes of a hot hour's climb, sucking on my asshole like it was a milkshake. I looked sideways at Josh, barely able to meet his eyes - sexual intimacy beyond anything I'd ever imagined - and the two of us stood in groaning silence, side by side as Raechelle licked our butts.

The best part was, she chuckled and giggled to herself as she did. She licked our buttcracks and chatted to herself, rimmed our assholes and asked them how they liked it, and ducked her head to lick the underside of our balls and peek up around our cocks to grin at our sweating faces. My cock was a rigid piece of wood, steadily dribbling precum; every now and then Raechelle would suck it and smack her big lips in pleasure. A few minutes of this and I was desperately close to cumming. I could take no more.

"Jeeeez, Raechelle," I panted, straightening up as she switched to Josh, "come here you little vixen..." She squealed with delight as I swooped, hauling her into my arms and carrying all 90+ pounds of soft white girl flesh to the picnic rug. I laid her out and instantly went down on her, kissing the soft fold of her undeveloped pussy, devoting my attention to the smooth white-and-pink between her thighs. I was the horniest I'd ever been, and at nineteen with a handful of girlfriends behind me, that was saying something!

She smelled of Pears soap and sweet, fresh girl sweat. My lips were all over her gloriously soft mound, my hot cheek against her cool pillowed thigh. Her skin was very pale, almost milky, the way redheads often are, and smooth as silk. She squirmed and laughed loudly as I kissed and licked her, spreading her plump thighs wider and lifting her crotch towards me - just the horniest little bundle of sweet girl you can imagine.

After a short while Josh joined in and together we lifted and spread her legs, draping one over each of our shoulders to give us better access to her pussy and neat brown asshole. We parted her ample buttocks with our fingers and rimmed her as well as she'd rimmed us, licked deep into the spread pink wings of her deliciously smooth pussy and sucked on her prepubescent clit hood until she squawked and shivered and grunted in the first of what I understood later was a young girl's orgasm.

We rolled her over onto her knees, her butt spread high and wide, and took turns licking her mercilessly while giving her a cock to suck. She slurped our dicks eagerly, moaning and shivering as the other guy probed her wet little slit and pulsating asshole with tongue and finger. She was sucking my dick, little hand around my shaft, big tongue curling around, when I passed the point of no return for the first tine that day.

"Ohh, Raechelle, oh honey I'm gonna...!"

Her eyes blazed and she clamped her lips tight around my dick as I jerked and spurted, pumping a full, thick load into her mouth. I felt her sucking it out of me, slurping the cum from my dick like milkshake through a straw - Jeez it felt good! - and as I finally subsided onto the rug, my cock slipping wetly from her lips, she'd missed not a drop. She licked her lips and grinned - then shivered hugely again, her eyes glazing, as Josh's tongue in her cunt made her cum again. She crumpled slowly to the side and rolled over; Josh knelt next to her, pointing his rigid cock, and she opened her mouth wide. With two short strokes of his hand he ejaculated into her mouth, splashing across her lips and chin and into her hair. Her big, wet tongue licked all around, scooping his semen into her mouth, and licking the last spurt right off his dick.

I lay on the rug in some state of awe as Raechelle wiped cum off her chin with the back of her hand, and licked it off with a lewd grin. Her face and chest were flushed with a rosy post-orgasmic glow, but she showed no signs of being any less horny. Despite the enormous cum-load I'd just ejaculated down her throat, neither did I. My cock hovered at half-erection, showing no sign of softening any more. Mind you, it made me notice the call of my bladder.

"Damn Raechelle, you're something else..." I murmured. "Oh, but I must have a pee."

I rose and walked to the edge of the summit, just above a short drop-off to the trees. I was pointing my cock, waiting to pee, when a barefoot tread behind me and a soft, warm girl pressing into my side told me I had company. Raechelle snuggled into me, her arms snaking around my waist. Automatically I cuddled her back, hugging her shoulder, enjoying her nakedness against my side. It didn't help my cause to peeing, of course; my cock began to stiffen once more.

"Mmm, sweetheart," I said, "I don't think this is gonna help me pee."

She snorted gently. Pressing closer and reaching around with her left hand, she delicately took hold of my cock, easing it out of my own grasp and pointing it towards the trees.

"I help you pee, David, see. Easy!"

I groaned softly and hugged her closer. "Raechelle..."

"Pee!" she chuckled in delight. "Pee! C'mon, pee! You gotta pee, David! Pee pee pee pee pee!"

Her hand held my cock in the most singularly distracting way. Her forefinger stroked the underside, whispering up and down my urethra to just below my by-now straining glans.

"You're not gonna help by doing that, honey..." I murmured, bending to kiss the top of her head. She glanced up, grinning her big, wide grin.

I looked ahead again, admiring the view across the pines, snuggling the soft young girl into my side, thrilling to the sensation of her little hand holding my penis, and feeling generally pretty fucking amazing. I tried to relax some.

"Raechelle, honey," I said after a pause, "you, uh, you really do kinda know your way around, well, around a guy's, um..."

"Cock?" she asked, wickedly. "Cock! Cock cock cock! I like guys' cocks! Cocks are fun to play with! I like to play with cocks and guys like it. You like it, David?"

"Oh, honey, oh yes I do. You're... just incredible! How - how long have you...?"

She cuddled in, turning a little more face on, her soft, warm crotch pressing my thigh.

"Mmm, I play with big boys since I was a little little girl. Five! Maybe. Six? Daddy thought I would like playing with big boys; he said the big boys would love me to play with them and he was right! I love playing with big boys, and big boys love playing with me! Do you love playing with me, David?"

Finally my tenderly-cradled cock was suggesting a hint of urination. I gave a soft laugh. "You bet, honey, you bet I love playing with you. I wanna play more, but first I really do... need to... pee!"

My cock finally released a long, hard squirt. Raechelle gurgled with delight. "Weeee!" she cried, "Weeee! Weeee-weeeee!"

Peeing with a hardon is difficult at the best of times, but with a sexually incandescent ten-year-old girl holding your cock, I defy any guy to pee normally. I managed it in squirts, Raechelle pointing for me and hosing the sagebrush with a lewd running commentary before shutting me down with a wicked squeeze. It took me minutes to finish, by the end of which I was yet again in a state of intense sexual arousal.

As the last squirt and dribble blipped out onto Raechelle's hand, she let go of my waist and leaned over. To my horny astonishment she licked the last dribbles from both her fingers and my cock and finished by sucking the tip. She grinned at me, licked her lips and left me open-mouthed as she trotted back over to the picnic table where Josh had laid lunch.

I joined them eventually and we sat naked in the sunshine and ate lunch, two grown guys nursing persistent erections and a ten year old redhead with Down syndrome. A surreal scene, perhaps - Dejeuner sur l'Herbe and then some - and the conversation that went with it was no less outre. Josh talked with remarkable candor about his four years at Harlan Horner's summer camp, three of them on intimate terms with Raechelle. Raechelle recalled the first time she'd sucked Josh's cock, just the two of them in the bed of a pickup a short drive along the lake. She talked brightly, fondly, of the "big boys" in the camp and how each had been "inducted" by her good ole down-home voyeuristic pedophile of a father.

Well, pedophile? It came out, over donuts and Coke, that Harlan had never laid a sexual finger on his daughter. Sure, he'd got her sexually involved with other guys from an early age (about four, as near as I could gather), but never himself. Harlan, it seemed, liked to watch. He truly loved the idea of his daughter - touched as she was by the extra chromosome of Down's - being the centre of male attention and he absolutely loved to watch.

"Maybe later, dude," Josh murmured when Raechelle was out of earshot, "in fact, probably later. Harlan'll have you, me - us - have a little party with Raechelle and he'll just watch. Loves to watch her get fucked." He smiled crookedly. "Kinky old bastard."

"Fucked?" I asked. "F - ? OK... how far does she go?"

Josh grunted softly, affectionately almost. "All the way, man, all the fucking way. Everything you can give her. I mean, she's a kid, sure," he continued, "not a porn star - " He caught my eye at that and chuckled. "Well, I mean physically, you know? Take it steady, nice and calm, and she'll blow your fuckin' mind! Kid yeah, but she's a sex-monster, truly."

Yeah, I was coming to understand that...

We lay together on the picnic rug in the warm sun, Raechelle on her back between us. Josh and I were both erect again, and we started gently to kiss and nibble and nip the young girl, from her lips to her nipples to the soft rolls of flesh around her tummy. She squirmed and moaned, especially when we teased her little nipples, raising them to tight points on their tiny mounds of girl-flesh. She opened her thighs wide as we kissed her there, and arched her back and cried out as our tongues once again probed the warm, wet tunnel behind the rosy-pink butterfly wings of her gorgeous pussy.

She came again, shouting out this time as she shuddered under our mouths and fingers, but we were merciless. We turned her over, raised her big, soft butt high in the air and licked and fingered her as she clawed the picnic rug and groaned and shivered. From behind her pussy was a delicately textured ball bisected by a soft, wet slit and the teeniest peek of a clit hood, the whole a shade darker than the pale milkiness of her ass. Spreading her pussy lips gently and dipping my tongue into the delicious darkness beyond was sublime.

We started to penetrate her with our fingers, pussy and asshole, saliva as our lube. Her cunt was hot and narrow; the very feeling of her young body around my finger made my cock leak precum in a big drip. Her asshole too flexed and opened to our touch, a neat, dark hole in its ring of softly puckered brown. Raechelle grunted and writhed, her torso almost flat on the rug, her ass as high and spread as she could make it.

The two of us were sweating. Josh's cock looked as hard and pulsatingly red as mine. I mouthed a questions at him - "Rubbers?" - but her shook his head - so I took her, slowly, gently, penetrating her with my rampant cock.

I felt her shudder, and her hands bunched in the rug. I pushed forward, my cock sliding easily into the fabulously tight, wet sheath of her ten-year-old cunt. Her bodyheat was terrific, the fit incredible. Holding her ass gently in both hands, I eased my dick into her until her buttocks brushed my lower belly. She was panting into the rug. I've never known anything like it - not then, not since.

"Oh Raechelle..." I whispered.

I fucked her for a few minutes, a tighter, sweeter fuck I cannot imagine. She shuddered and groaned and panted like a hot puppy, and rocked her ass back to meet me each time. I penetrated her the length of my cock, six inches deep in her glorious hot cunt, and the intensity was out of this world. For the last minute, Josh knelt by her head and she scrabbled for his cock and bundled it into her mouth, her tongue dripping her eagerness across the rug.

A little faster, a little longer and I would have shot a second load in that sweet girl for sure, but I pulled out, groaning myself, and Josh took over. Taking her gently, the same as I, he fucked her with a softly rocking motion that kept his cock buried in her gorgeous cunt. She shivered and writhed, and gobbled eagerly at my cock when I offered it, glistening still with her own sweet juices.

I think pretty much every double-fuck we gave her an orgasm, a beautiful, shivering girl's orgasm. We swapped around a bunch of times, nailing her gently but mercilessly, keeping her cunt and mouth busy for close on half an hour, and she must have cum five or six times. At the last, her trembling thighs were close to collapse and sweat plastered her hair to her face in a gauzy red mask. Her back, chest and face were flushed deep red and her breath panted and heaved. She was gorgeous.

Josh came first, answering my next question before I'd asked. He ejaculated inside her, long, steady strokes pumping semen into that gorgeously tight channel. He left a long, thin strand of ejaculate depending from her swollen pussy lips, and I felt the squishing of his cum as I entered her for the last time. The simple thought of taking hot, sloppy seconds in this ten-year-old nymphet was enough to trip me, and I shot shuddering loads into her as her tight young cunt spasmed and jerked around me.

As I left her, poor Raechelle subsided finally onto the rug, lying full length and quivering softly. It was a minute and more before Josh and I could help her to her feet and support her as she tottered to the edge of the summit, panting "Need... pee..." I held her upright as she straddled her legs and spread her pink and slippery pussy lips. She looked up at me, her eyes shining wickedly, her big tongue circling her mouth in the most lascivious way. Our cum dribbled slowly out of her cunt, and when eventually she groaned aloud and started peeing, the sight of mingled semen and urine dripping and splashing from her young body sent the blood pulsing into my cock once more.

We all cleaned up a little with a small towel from Josh's pack, then lay in the sun side by side and chilled a little. Raechelle dozed off, snoring gently, nestled into my shoulder. I said little to Josh; post-orgasm my mind was whirling with questions to myself, accusations, justifications, all sorts of shit. I'd known from my early teens that I was attracted to girls younger than I, and I knew it hadn't gone away. Sure, I liked chicks my own age, even some older women, but younger girls got me hot like nothing else and - well, and what? And here I was, a graduate from sniffing panties to a full-blown double-team fuck with a ten-year-old girl inside 24 hours. Part of me felt pretty bad - sordid, depraved, ashamed - but part of me felt, well, pretty fucking ecstatic!

And lying there in the sun, the soft, warm form of the sleeping girl nuzzled into me, 'pretty fucking ecstatic' was winning hands down. After a while I glanced across at Josh on her other side. "Fucking hell...!" I breathed. He smiled back. "Yeah, man fucking hell."

I grinned, and he grinned, then we both laughed, and woke Raechelle up.

We were quite a respectable triplet as we arrive back in camp - cleaned, dressed, calmed, Raechelle swinging between the two of us like an excited six-year-old. I was sent down to clean up the kayaks and it was only later as I returned to the staff cabin that old man Horner caught me. I nodded as I passed, not at all sure what to say, but he gripped my arm with fingers like pitons.

"Hey, son. Raechelle tells me you were real nice to her today."

"Er, yeah, sure, no problem Mr Horner. She's a nice kid." I was a little cagey, not sure if he was speaking in code. Had Raechelle told him...? I mean, like, everything?

"Yeah." Harlan Horner's eyes glittered intensely. "She said she particularly liked holding your dick while you pissed." OK, so that gave it away. I flushed slowly, feeling heat spreading outwards from my ears. His voice was low. "That and the loads of cum you and Josh dumped in her cunny." His fingers ground into my bicep. I watched his eyes, hypnotized. A fine line of sweat beaded his forehead below the grizzled hairline. "Oh, and she really liked the taste of your ass..."

He let go, fixing me with one last stare, then left me standing stock still in seventeen kinds of amazement.

The next couple of days were camp routine again, although I got a couple of back slaps from Stevie and Randy, and only I and they and Josh knew why. We ran activities and events for the kids, and I tuned into the sign language between the handful of guys whom I now knew to be fellow girl-watchers and more. There were a pair of twelve-year-olds in the same group who were quite simply hot as fuck; they wore a lot of bikini bottoms and crop-tops in the sun, and their tight asses and budding tits really sparked our interest. The banter in the group to which I was now admitted was frank, and frankly filthy, but insanely hot. Swapping even a few lustful thoughts about those hot little tails with like-minded guys was mind-blowingly liberating, and gave me an instant hardon every time.

It was the third day that I got another early-morning summons to Mr Horner's office.

"Morning, son, can you row?" he asked with no preamble. His eyes bored into me again; I was getting used to it.

"Uh, row? Uh, like, as in rowboat?"

"No, son, roe as in fish eggs."

I blinked stupidly. He sighed and cracked a half-smile. "Of course as in rowboat, son."

I grinned foolishly. "Uh, yeah, uh, sorry Mr Horner. I guess I need a cup of coffee. Yeah, yeah I can row. My pa used to take me fishing, mostly so he could fish and I could learn to row the boat."

"Good," he replied, "good." He rose from behind his rickety desk, took me by the arm again and led me to the door.

"Raechelle wants to go for a picnic around the headland out past the sailboat area," he explained, "and she wants you to take her. Really wants you." He stopped and fixed me with a different kind of stare. "She's taken quite a shine to you, son." Astonishingly, he winked. "Anyway, I don't want her drowned so I'm real glad to hear you can handle a rowboat. She don't swim so well, needs her float vest, OK? She'll want to swim, but you just make sure she wears her vest, OK?"

"Sure thing, Mr H," I replied, a tingle of anticipation rising in my belly. Raechelle asked for me to take her out, alone. Well, well, well!

Mr Horner opened the door and steered me out. "Yeah, you look after her and treat her sweet, ya hear?"

My erection was already forming in my shorts. "You bet, Mr H," I said, "you bet!"

We crossed the center of the camp to the Warden's lodge, a neat log cabin affair tucked behind the main cookhouse. Harlan Horner disappeared inside, emerging a few seconds later carrying an old-fashioned wicker picnic hamper. Behind him trotted Raechelle. When she saw me she grinned hugely, her tongue rolling enthusiastically around her mouth. "Hello David!" she crowed, scurrying around her father to grab my arm. "You take me out on a boat today!" I looked down into her big puppy eyes and smiled back.

She was wearing a long, floaty summer dress, pink-and-blue pastels falling to her shins, and simple black sandals, the whole rather offset by a black-and-orange buoyancy aid. The flower in her hair today was blue. I put an arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze and a grin, before taking the hamper from Harlan.

"OK," I said, "let's go."

I sat Raechelle firmly in the stern, with orders not to move, and settled the hamper in the bow alongside a daypack Harlan handed me. I shoved us off from the small wooden jetty, shipped the oars and off we went. I pointed the bow to round the small headland to the south-east, and advised Raechelle that she could see where we were going but that I couldn't, so she'd better keep a look out.

I knew the waters quite well, having supervised kayaks and a couple of dinghies over the last month and a half, and it was just as well because Raechelle's presence was highly distracting. She sat in the stern on an old cushion, her knees up and her pink-and-blue striped dress pulled up above them. Within a minute or so she had spread her legs, letting her knees fall apart in the gloriously innocent unconsciousness of the very young girl, or the teasing design of the practised slut. Raechelle, of course, was a unique combination of both, at least as far as my experience extended, and the fine view right up her smooth, pale thighs to the tight white pouch of her panties had my cock standing to attention almost at once. The outline of her plump pussy was clearly camel-toed onto the white cotton. She was almost certainly aware of what she did; for all she was chatting away about the lake and the trees and other inconsequential nonsense, her eyes caught mine from time to time and that lascivious grin rolled across her face. She tweaked the hem of her skirt higher and chatted on.

By the time we'd rounded the headland and were aiming for the small, isolated beach on the other side I was utterly rampant for the little tease.

I grounded the boat, hopping out in time to run her up a little way. That's always trickier than it sounds, but my pa's fishing trips had been good training. I lashed the painter to a small tree, sturdy enough, I hoped, then lifted the picnic hamper out. Lastly, I waded alongside and walked Raechelle out across the bow. She grinned as I handed her down onto dry land.

The day was warm and sunny again, and the small beach was a little hidden south-facing bower nestled beneath the trees of the headland. It was only about ten yards long and about three deep between the water and the woodland scrub, and was hidden from the camp by the low ridge above us. There were no paths that I could see, just evidence of a campfire at one end. A perfect spot for a private picnic...

Raechelle had kicked off her sandals and was pirouetting across the sand, her skirts swirling up around her plump thighs. She twirled up to me and caught my hand. I laughed and swept her into a tight tango hold, pressing her against me so she could feel my erection. We stumbled around the sand, me eventually picking her up bodily, and she wrapped her thighs around my waist and clung to my neck as I spun us round. I narrowly missed the water, and caught her as she slipped, my hand grabbing a handful of her soft, cool ass. I massaged her through her panties. She lifted her head from my shoulder. Her broad face, evenly freckled all over, was an inch from mine; her upturned eyes shone; her thick lips were parted.

I kissed her, hugging her small, plump body to me, relishing the big, wet tongue that slithered avidly around my mouth. My cock pressed against her crotch; she pressed back.

After a while, I released her and set her down. A little shakily I indicated the water. "Your daddy said you might wanna swim, sweetie. You wanna swim just now? Better to do it before lunch, you know? And you'll have to keep your buoyancy aid on.

"Have you, uh, have you brought a swimsuit with you?"

She grinned hugely, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and shook her head.

Not unexpected, of course. I chuckled. "OK, then, you wanna skinny dip for a little bit?"

She grinned again, and nodded.

I stripped off my t-shirt and dropped my combat shorts. I was suddenly struck with self-consciousness over my rampant hard-on, and paused before I dropped my boxers. Raechelle hadn't moved; she was just standing, watching me.

"You, uh, you getting undressed, honey?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Uh-uh. Can't. Got para-laralys of the butt! Can't move."

She cocked her head on one side and smiled goofily.

Hah! OK, then. I gave a soft laugh, and slowly pulled down my boxers. I stepped out, giving her a long, slow look at my thoroughly erect cock. Her eyes widened and she watched it wag slowly from side to side as I approached her.

"Can't move, huh?" I asked, standing right in front of her with my arms folded. She nodded. "Well, then..." I said, and reached out to unsnap the front of her buoyancy aid. It hung free, but Raechelle still stood statue-like. I wriggled it back off her shoulders and walked around to stand behind her. I slipped the buoyancy aid off her arms and set it by.

"So, paralysis of the butt, you say, huh? Well, let's see."

Head spinning again, heart thumping, I knelt behind the softly rounded young girl, my cock twitching stiffly between my legs. Slowly I lifted the hem of her dress, raising it like a theater curtain, broad blue stripe rising into broad pink, then blue again as it rose above her butt.

Her panties were simple white cotton stretched tight across her broad buttocks. I reached out my other hand and took a gentle pinch of butt between forefinger and thumb. I squeezed, just slightly, a play-pinch.

"You feel that, honey?"

"Uh-uh," she replied, more quietly now. "I mean, feel what?"

I pinched again, her other buttock this time. Her ass was plump, but had that underlying firmness of tone that kids usually have. It felt fabulous.

"How about now?"

"Mm, nope."

I squeezed and fondled her ass for a little while, asking if she could feel anything. I sensed her excitement rising, but she continued to deny she felt anything at all. Holding her dress a little higher, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and begin to wriggle them down. Her skin was cool and smooth. My face was inches from her butt as I drew the white cotton down past half way, slipping it below the lower creases of her buttocks and down to her thighs. She had half-a-dozen small, red pimples running north to south on each buttock; her ass smelled of sweet, fresh sweat and Pear's soap.

I kissed her buttock, my lips lingering, my tongue flicking and tickling.

"Feel anything, baby?"

"Uh-uh..."

Her trembling leg betrayed her. I kissed her other buttock, pressing my face into her soft flesh. My fingers traced the smooth, damp outline of her pussy lips. She was warm down there.

I draped her dress over my head, the sunlight becoming a soft pink-blue pastel haze, eased her buttocks apart with my fingers and leaned in to lick her small, dark asshole. I teased her, wriggling the tip on my tongue right up against her anus, tasting and smelling her again, my cock leaking beads of precum between my legs.

"Oooooh..." she mumbled, both legs shaking now.

"Did you feel something, honey?" I asked, slightly muffled by her dress.

"Uhh, no, no," she lied.

"Mmm, better bend over if you can, see if we can't help here..."

Her para-laralys was clearly improving, certainly enough to let her bend at the waist, bringing the soft, pouting lips of her pussy within range of my mouth. Holding her buttocks apart still, I ran my tongue slowly up her smooth, damp slit, across her perineum to her asshole, and planted a little kiss there. Then again, licking her sweet hairless pussy on up to her anus, and again.

She held her shins with her hands and her legs shook. I pushed her dress off my head and up over her back, and licked her pussy and ass for nearly fifteen minutes while she shivered and moaned and my cock swelled painfully. My face was wet, and not only with my saliva. By the end I was slipping my tongue right into her cunt, lapping at her young secretions, and wriggling half-an-inch into her ass.

Eventually, and reluctantly, I sat back, tugging her panties down to her ankles. She straightened as I stood, and I slipped the dress up and over her head and down her arms until she was deliciously naked in the sun.

"There, honey," I said, "no more para-laralys. Anytime you get stuck, you just give me a shout, yeah?"

Her face was damp and flushed red, partly from being upside down for so long. Her eyes sparkled and shone; her tongue lolled in her grinning mouth. I clipped the buoyancy aid back on and took her hand. "C'mon, baby, let's swim a while!"

I walked her into the water a little way, then reached down and scooped a handful at her. She shrieked delightfully and danced about, splashing and flapping like a hen in a puddle. I splashed her again and let her chase my a little way through the shallows before dodging sideways in a low, flat dive into the water. It was cool but not cold; refreshing, but not cold enough to dampen my rock-hard erection.

Raechelle and I splashed around for a good while, she behaving much more like a kid than she had so far. For all she was ten, with the sexual awareness of a nineteen-year-old, developmentally she was a couple years behind. I saw the child in the way she played in the water, and it might have made me feel guilty - but it didn't. We splashed and chased and tickled and goosed and laughed and kissed occasionally. I carried her, her naked thighs clamped around my waist, either in front or on my back, and I squeezed her ass and tickled her pussy, and she tugged my cock and pretend to pull me around by it, and when we stumbled out of the water to dry we were just as wound up as when we went in.

We dried off with towels from Harlan's daypack, and I realised I was getting hungry. Raechelle nodded enthusiastically to my inquiry, so I spread the blanket from the top of the hamper out on the sand and unloaded goodies onto it. We had chips and crackers and ryebread and peanut butter and jelly and a selection of fruit. Plus sodas, of course. We didn't bother to dress. Raechelle kept her towel around her shoulders, I just sat cross-legged. My cock relaxed a little, but the constant sight of my ten-year-old companion's delicious pussy meant it never really subsided past semi-erect.

Within a minute or two, Raechelle decided that her para-laralys had come back, but this time in her arms.

"You have to feed me," she declared, gazing at me coyly. So I did.

I tore off little pieces of bread, smeared them with peanut butter and jelly - apparently all she ate, at least for lunch - held them out at fingertip, and Raechelle ate them. Well, "ate them" doesn't quite describe it. She either licked them off messily, her big tongue slobbering all over my fingers, or she sucked them off, going down on my fingers in a way which called my cock to strict attention again. I've never known anyone generate quite as much saliva continuously as Raechelle did, but after a very short while it was running down my fingers as she licked and sucked peanut butter and jelly right off them. She looked me dead in the eye as she did it, her tongue dripping as she leaned over to slurp and suck at my fingers. It was unbelievably horny.

I'm a little ashamed to admit it, but the next thing was my idea. It was natural, of course. Raechelle had slurped a blob of jelly off my fingers, licking the palm of my hand, her big tongue drooling, her eyes glittering into mine. She leaned back and I rocked up onto my knees. I scooped a dollop of peanut butter out of the jar and, watching her eyes follow it, I smeared it carefully across the tip of my angry red cock.

Her mouth split in a wide grin. "Mmmm!" she cackled, "Mmmm! Nom nom! Peanut butter and cock sandwich! Mmmm!"

I leaned back, gently thrusting my peanut-butter-smeared cock forward; my heart thumped as my picnic companion leaned over, her wet lips parting. Her tongue sent a surge of blood into my cock, and then she'd sucked me in.

This was even better than the first time. Her mouth was warm and wet; her tongue wrapped around my cockhead and she sucked fiercely. I felt my precum sucked out, felt like she was sucking my balls out through my cock. God it was heavenly! I leaned my head back as the ten-year-old redhead with Down syndrome rested her hands on my thighs and sucked my cock avidly.

Her mouth was so wet! She slurped and dribbled and drooled, saliva running down the length of my cock to glisten in my pubic hair. She sucked and licked me from balls to tip, taking an incredible length of me into her mouth, my cockhead in her throat. She gurgled and gulped, wriggling her lips down my shaft to try to reach the base. I didn't want her to choke herself so I eased back a little but she followed, swallowing my cock in her incredible mouth.

The feeling of my cock wedged in the throat of a ten-year-old was out of this world. I stopped worrying and let Raechelle gurgle and gag, let the girl deep throat me the way she wanted to. She held me there, her throat muscles working on my cockhead, then slowly slid back, pulling my cock from her mouth with a drooling smile. Saliva connected us still.

"Mmmm!" she said happily, "all the way in! I got you all in, David! Lovely cock, neat and straight! And really hard!" She giggled, just like a little girl. "I love really really hard cock," she said, and gave me a smile that was almost shy. Then she went down on me again, that gorgeous mouth opening and swallowing me whole.

I was sweating with the intensity of it. My cock was rigid and my balls, dripping wet with her saliva, tingled and throbbed. She released my cock again and started licking them, her tongue rolling my testicles around in their sack. I eased off my knees and rocked backwards, giving her more access to my balls and - yes, I admit it - access to my ass.

Oh God yes! I rolled back, my knees drawn up, and Raechelle's incredible tongue found my asshole. So help me I reached around to spread my ass cheeks with my fingers so she could lick my ass more easily. I felt her thick lips pressed against me and her tongue pushing hard, probing my anus. Oh God, and then she was in! I moaned aloud as I felt Raechelle's tongue force its way up my ass. I relaxed as much as I could, letting her lick around my sphincter, her lips French kissing my asshole. So dirty, so depraved - but hot as absolute fuck!

She did this to me for twenty minutes, smearing peanut butter and jelly over my cock, balls and asshole, slurping and gurgling and licking and sucking. She rolled my balls around in her mouth, tugging them until I moaned at her to stop. She gagged my cock down her throat, her tongue lapping my balls. She sucked outrageously on my asshole. I rolled and squirmed and groaned on the picnic rug as this ten-year-old terror rimmed and fellated and tortured my balls with her big, wide, wet, incredible mouth.

As she came up for air I rocked forward and grabbed her. Rolling her on top of me I spread her chubby little legs either side of my face, opening the sweet flower of her cunt right in front of me. As she sucked my cock into her mouth again I enveloped the whole of her pussy with my mouth and wriggled my tongue deep, deep into her tight young hole. She squeaked, a glorious little sound, and almost at once started shivering, the soft white flesh of her thighs trembling against my neck.

No way could I last long then, with that gorgeous, delicious ass quivering in orgasm in my face and my cock warm and wet in her marvelous mouth. As I licked and sucked her pussy and asshole the intensity in my balls tipped past the point of no return. I moaned wetly - "Oh baby I'm gonna..." - and in response she wriggled forward, gulping the length of my cock further into her mouth. I leaned up, warning, - "Baby I'm gonna cum...!" - but her throat was working to take me in, her soft, wet, fabulous ass was still trembling in my face and I was too far gone.

I buried my face between her ass cheeks as my belly tightened and - bang! - I jerked and jerked again as I came hard. My fingers clutched her buttocks as I ejaculated, right down her throat, right down her incredible, cocksucking throat into her young belly, spurt after spurt of my semen pumping straight into her stomach. She took it all, tongue working on the pulsing tube of my urethra, lips clamped near the base of my rigid cock, saliva dribbling continuously over my tingling balls.

It was only when my cock stopped jerking and my hands and head fell back onto the rug that she let me slide slowly from her mouth. She rolled her ass off me and turned to face me. She was grinning a huge, wet grin, her face glistening in the scattered sunlight from the lake edge. I opened my arms and she cuddled into me, nestling her damp red hair into my shoulder. I squeezed her tight and she wriggled deliciously.

"I got dessert," she giggled happily. "Big creamy dessert! Big helping, yummy in my tummy!"

I hugged her close and kissed the top of her head, and marveled once again at the wide, blue sky.

We cuddled there on the rug for a while, dozing on and off in the warmth of the day. Raechelle snuffled and snored gently against my chest, her thigh resting on mine, her hand stroking every now and then through the soft hair on my belly. I stroked her back and flanks and butt absent mindedly, and wondered whether it was possible for a grown man to fall in love with a ten-year-old with Down syndrome. Did I feel like a nasty, manipulative pedophile just then, or the luckiest damn guy alive? No contest.

We lay in dreamy contentment until Raechelle gave a little moue and shifted in my arms. "Need to pee," she mumbled, raising her head grouchily. Actually, that was a pretty good idea. "Mm, me too, honey," I smiled. We disentangled and rose, I helping her up.

"Lake?" I suggested and she grinned, and we strolled into the shallows a little way. My cock as I held it was still semi-erect, never really having subsided all day, even after its enormous discharge into the cutely chubby redheaded girl spreading her legs next to me. I watched her hold herself open, leaning back a little to direct her spray of pee across the water. It took a few seconds before I could join her, my thoughts watching her not helping my ability to piss. By the time we finished I was pretty much erect again.

We lay back down on the rug, Raechelle rolled now onto her side with her back and butt snuggled into me. I enveloped her in my arms and we lay blissfully spooned in the sunshine once more. The water sparkled blue under the empty sky; warblers and crickets chirruped in the trees behind us, perhaps playing their deadly games of hide-and-go-seek; and the distant sounds of children's laughter came to us around the headland. After-lunch activities at the camp.

"David?" murmured the girl in my arms.

"Yes honey," I replied, kissing her hair.

"You got a boner again."

"Um, yeah, I do. Well, I'm snuggled up against your naked butt, honey, so, you know, what do you expect?"

"You like me, David?"

We'd been playful, but the way she asked that was quiet, tremulous, serious - insecure. Raechelle was so outrageously forward I'd never considered... - her condition, of course, her - her unusual upbringing? She put on the front of a nymphomaniac Lolita, but maybe part of her was still just a kid who knew she was different and who desperately wanted to be loved.

I squeezed her tight, wrapping myself around her soft, slight form.

"Baby, of course I like you. You're - you're incredible and lovely and sweet and - and super sexy!

"Raechelle, I might even be falling a little bit in love with you."

And that was true.

She sighed, but I sensed she was smiling.

"Just a little bit?"

"Well, maybe more than a little bit."

"This little bit?" Her small hand snaked around between us and twined around my erection.

"Little...? Cheeky!" I exclaimed, slapping her lightly on her exposed buttock. Her hand was kneading me gently. God it felt good.

I shifted a little so her arm wasn't squashed, and ran my hands over her chest and belly as she squeezed me. Her nipples on their tiny mounds of flesh were hard little points, and the soft, smooth rolls of her tummy just delighted me.

"David?"

"Yes, honey."

"You can do me up my butt if you want."

Her softly-voiced offer swelled my cock in her grasp; she must have felt it clearly. She wriggled her ass against my thigh.

"I never done that with no-one before. But you can if you want. They do it in the films. I wanna feel what it's like."

She squeezed my dick and I felt a little shiver go through her.

"Mmh? Do me up my butt? Please?"

You're gonna say no, right? Liar.

"Jeez, Raechelle, that's... You sure, baby? I don't wanna hurt you. Might be, uh, tricky if you've not, you know, done it before..."

"I had vibraties an' beads in my butt, that's kinda nice, nice and full, but never a cock. I wanna feel a cock fill me up. I like that when it feels full...

"Oh!" She was struck with a sudden thought. "It's OK, I did a big poo before we come out!"

I chuckled, my cock stiff as a pole again in her small hand. "No, baby, it's not that. I really don't wanna hurt you."

"S'OK, I got some slippy stuff in my bag."

I laughed aloud this time. "Jeez, you're a great girlscout, Raechelle!"

I untangled myself from her and rolled to the side of the rug. Rummaging in Raechelle's daypack I discovered a tub of Doc Johnson's Golden Girl. Be prepared indeed - Harlan's doing, I reckoned, not that it mattered a hoot. I rolled back, cuddling into Raechelle again, cupping her ass cheeks, kneading her lusciously soft butt gently. I took my cock and began nudging her ass crack with it, teasing her, letting her feel my cock probing for her opening. I reckoned staying spooned like this might be the safest way of proceeding.

Raechelle looked back over her shoulder and grinned at me, rolling her tongue across her lower lip. I winked back at her as I unscrewed the Doc Johnson's and scooped out a blob of jelly. Raechelle raised her left knee and I held her ass cheek a little higher, and her soft, brown asshole winked at me from its smooth valley. I smeared the blob of jelly across it. She squeaked and giggled as I touched her - "It's cold!" - and I scooped more and wriggled my finger into her butt. Her sphincter puckered and twitched as I invaded her ass, but it already felt relaxed enough. I let my finger disappear into the supersoft billows of her rectum and she tittered deliciously.

"You want me to put my cock in here?" I asked in mock surprise. "You sure?"

"Mm, naughty!" she giggled, looking back again. Her eyes shone.

I chuckled back, slid my finger out and positioned myself. Slowly, I nudged my cock into her ass crack and nestled it against the slippery brown crevice in the middle. Gently but firmly I rolled my hip, and my cock pressed tight up against her asshole. It nuzzled eagerly, and her sweet little hole responded. Pressure, firm but gentle, and my hand on her soft little hip. I felt her nudge backwards, nestling her ass against the invader. Her asshole began to open; my cock pushed in, slipping easily with the lube. I stretched her gently; she responded, cooing softly as I penetrated her. Within a few seconds, my cockhead slipped past her sphincter and nestled triumphantly in her soft, warm, slippery rectum.

"Ohh, honey," I murmured. "Baby girl..."

"Mmm," she replied. "Nice..."

"Squeeze you butt, baby," I murmured, and - "ooo, yeah!" as she tensed her anus and squeezed me deliciously right at the base of my cockhead.

"More, David," she panted, wriggling her hips again. "Go in more."

I held her around her soft, roly-poly tummy and slipped my other arm under her head to pillow her tumble of red hair. I pushed, sliding my cock deeper into her ass.

"Tell me when it's uncomfortable, baby," I whispered. She hugged my arms and looked over her shoulder, her tongue lolling. I leaned over and kissed her, and nudged my cock deeper up her ass.

I was careful, gentle, slow. She was deliciously warm and soft, tight on my shaft and looser inside. I gave her every chance to holler uncle, but her buttocks pressed slowly back against my belly and her ass crack slowly enveloped my crotch, until with blissful delight I realised my cock was right in, buried to the hilt in her fabulous young ass. I nestled against her, groaning softly in time with her soft, childlike noises, and hugged her soft tummy. I buried my face in her hair and marveled at the fantastic feeling of my cock lodged tight and warm right up her butt.

"You're beautiful, Raechelle," I whispered in her ear.

And then, as we had the measure of things, we fucked a long, slow, delicious assfuck. I rocked slowly back and forth, pulling right back and sliding right in again. Her anus hugged me tight, tingles traveling the length of my shaft each time. I lubed us every now and then to keep things sliding sweetly, and sweet it surely was. We switched position, experimenting, keeping joined at all times. I rolled on top of her and pressed her with my weight, covering her small, soft, pale body with my big, hard, hairy one - she loved it, loved being overwhelmed by a "big boy". She panted continually, a high, breathy sound, childlike and animal at the same time, as I squashed her butt with my crotch and buried my dick deep in her bowels.

We rolled over so she was on top, sitting impaled on my cock. With great giggling and extra application of lube she rotated herself slowly, crab-walking around and across me, her hands braced on mine, spinning on the shaft of my cock. Just beautiful. She knelt facing me, and I rose to hug her and we kissed and licked each others faces as she rocked gently on my cock. I just loved her clear, evenly-freckled skin, and her eyes were so beautiful - set wide and upslanted, they were a deep, dark hazel, shadowed pools with a gorgeous glow in their depths.

Lowering her carefully backwards, I laid her down on the rug, holding her legs high in the air as I squirmed into a kneeling position, my cock never leaving her ass. Something about the way she sprawled there, naked in the sun, her pale, soft body so obviously that of a child, was extraordinarily sexy. I felt my orgasm building to its climax, my cock singing in its warm sheath of softly billowing muscle as my ten-year-old lover lay panting quietly below me. I let her know I was going to cum soon.

"OK like this?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," she replied, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked up at me. "Up my butt."

Oh, baby! Our position meant I wasn't so deep, and could go a little quicker. I lubed her asshole and my shaft for the last time, clutched her around her chubby knees with her feet over my shoulder, and sped up. The sun was warm on my back, the birds and crickets and lapping waves counterpointed by my rhythmic grunting, Raechelle's soft panting and the suck-squelch of my cock fucking in and out of her ass.

"Oh, Raechelle...!"

It was big when it hit, a long, powerful ejaculation, cock twitching and jerking deep in her butt, flooding her with semen, filling her up, again and again. She squealed as I came - "I can feel it!" - and giggled as she watched my face contort with pleasure. As the spurting subsided I let her legs flop either side of me, and carefully scooped her up again into my arms. I hugged and cuddled and kissed her and let my cock slowly relax inside her. When it had softened some, I lifted her off with a distinct 'plop' and sat her in my lap.

She reached under herself with a curious finger and gave a little squawk - "You left my asshole open!" She giggled as her gape slowly closed around her finger, then pulled it out to examine. There was a blob of semen smeared on the end; she licked it off and shot me a wicked glance. "Mmm, butt-flavored cum!"

"Argh, you wicked girl!" I yelled in mock disgust, and rolled to my feet, a squealing Raechelle still in my arms. I stumbled towards the lake, and at the last minute remembered she hadn't got her float on. Instead of throwing her I leaped in, splashing forward until I subsided, dipping my deliciously wriggling, giggling charge in with me. I held her carefully in the water as we rolled around on the shingle, making sure, though, that she was thoroughly soaked. I tickled and goosed her, and eventually kissed the tip of her broad nose and carried her back out, dripping, laughing, lovely.

We dried off again and chilled for a while, playing on the beach like uncle and niece. OK, we played naked, but still, Raechelle went scavenging for interesting flotsam to build a big mosaic flower - or possibly it was an elephant - on the beach, and enjoyed ordering me to go find this or that. We tried to build sandcastles, but the beach sand was a little to coarse and a little too dry. We played catch with pine cones, and 'I Spy', and tic-tac-toe in the sand.

We chatted a bit, too. Raechelle wanted to know about me: parents, brothers, sisters, what I was studying at school, girlfriends - particularly girlfriends - and I was curious indeed about her. We chatted, and she looked at me with big, dark, doe eyes, and held my hand and laughed in a high, clear voice.

Our chatting led on to a game of truth or dare, and that's where the trouble started. I guess you could say we had our first row, and came close to all sorts of hassle. Well, it turned out OK in the end, but it was hairy-scary for a while. I'd run out of truths to tell and it was my turn, so I said "dare!". Raechelle grinned hugely, a look of childish cunning gleaming in her eyes.

"Let's fuck in the boat!"

"Pardon?" I said, not sure I'd heard correctly.

"Fuck in the boat! I dare you to fuck with me in the boat! If you don't you're a big fat fraidy cat an' I'm not gonna talk to you no more!"

There was an edge in her voice. There was a tantrum ahead.

"Honey, I can't! You don't swim so well. It's dangerous!"

She jumped to her feet. Her arms clamped across her chest and her face closed into a scowl.

"Fraidy cat! If you don't you're a fraidy cat an' you don't love me. It means you lied when you said you did, and you're a mean and nasty boy! I'll tell my daddy!"

Her voice was rising, along with her color. A reminder, if I needed one, that she was a child with a child's temper and a child's black-and-white view of the world. Well, I was pretty sure that Harlan would back me up on this one, but I didn't want a pouting, shouting Raechelle to row back to the camp. If she was going to throw a tantrum in the boat, that would be just as dangerous as what she was suggesting. I thought fast, and took a deep breath.

"Raechelle... Look... Look, OK, we can do that, but - " I held up a warning finger - "you do exactly what I say, OK? Exactly, miss, yes?"

Her scowl had split into her huge, lascivious grin. She came across and threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big, wet kiss. Then before I could get myself together she'd pushed me over onto the rug and gone down on me. Cackling, she slurped my nearly-flaccid cock into her mouth and went to work on it.

"Jeez, Raechelle, what are you like...?"

Her tongue, fingers and dirty mouth had me hard again within a minute, despite the fact my brain was whirring away trying to plan a safe way to do what she wanted. I winced as she wriggled the tip of her tongue in my peehole and grinned her lascivious grin; OK, then, missy, OK then.

I got her to put her dress on, and her buoyancy aid. I packed the hamper into the stern, laying the rug down in the boat bed. I put on my own shorts, stowed the rest of our clothes in her daypack, and tucked the oars down inside the boat. The lake currents were pretty timid, at least in the areas I knew about, and there was little wind. Provided we kept lateral movement to a minimum the risk of capsize would be small; biggest deal would be drifting onto the camp beach while I was fucking a ten-year-old... Fuck it, nothing ventured!

I carried Raechelle out, kissing her deeply, my cock swelling again after its momentary break while packing. I knelt her in the stern, quickly recovered the painter and climbed in. I lay down, head to bow, Raechelle straddling my legs, grinning like a kid who's just seen Santa Claus.

"OK, baby, carefully carefully..."

Raechelle helped me wriggle my hiking shorts down to my knees. The boat rocked gently, crunching a little against the sand. She leaned over with a sigh, her fingers and mouth seeking out my cock again. She sucked my steadily and the blood pumped in my cock, and suddenly I wanted that hot, tight little cunt again, all to myself this time, that tight, sweet fuckhole, all smooth, bare pussy and wet dreams.

She sensed my sudden turn-on and raised her head, grinning, her tongue rolling across her wet lips.

"Mmm, c'mere, honey," I murmured, "get your ass over here..."

I held my rigid cock upright as she leaned up again and wriggled slowly forwards. She lifted the hem of her dress as she did so, lifted it high to show her smooth, white belly and deliciously puffy little mound. The slit of her pussy gleamed wetly; the sight of it sent spasms deep through my cock. She wriggled carefully forward, tucking her dress into her mouth. Poised above me, the boat rocking gently, she reached down and spread her lips. Breathing heavily, I guided the bulging red tip of my cock into the moist pink butterfly of her spread pussy. She grinned around a mouthful of cotton, and sank towards me.

I impaled her. She was just as tight as I remembered, and slickly wet, but hotter. She sank steadily, her eyes closing, her face a broad mask, and my back arched at the beauty of her cunt enveloping my cock. I raised my hands, and she braced hers against them, and she opened her eyes to sparkle and gleam over the folds of dress in her mouth, and started to fuck me.

She was slow and steady, tight and phenomenally hot; watching her bare pussy lips stretched tight around the shaft of my cock was just incredible; my veins stood out thickly, hard male to small, soft, young female. The boat rocked as she squirmed her hips and fucked me deliciously.

She dropped her dress from her mouth and we contrived to pick it up between us so it tented over my belly, stretched between our clasped hands. I could watch her pussy sliding tight and slow up and down my cock, watch her broad, flat face quivering with bliss, watch her soft belly tremble above the flexing of her thighs. The boat rocked with us, a little faster now; I glanced sideways and noted we'd left the shore.

Raechelle moaned in a soft, high voice, her thrusts speeding up. The boat rocked harder but I couldn't take my eyes off the girl's face as she trembled and flushed, panting and shivering; she'd cum, her cunt rippling all around my cock in small baby waves.

I didn't let up. She slowed, but I bucked gently. Her eyes opened wide, gazing into mine. She grinned and groaned. "Oh David..." Gently but insistently I carried on fucking her; she arched her back and moaned blissfully; I felt the swell beginning to build again in my balls.

Oh but she was sweet! Her young cunt gripping my cock, sheathing it tightly in hot, wet pleasure. Her rocking was delicious - her hips rolled and raised and fell and each movement ratcheted the sensation in my dick a little higher. I was stiff and swollen, filling her completely; my fingers held hers tight, my belly was tense, my buttocks taut. She took over again, no longer me fucking her through her orgasm but she fucking me, driving me upwards with every little twitch of her gorgeous young ass. Her face contorted and flushed again as she shivered through another sweet kiddie orgasm, but she was still on her plateau and climbing, taking me with her.

Her red hair flared in the breeze, glittering red-gold in the sunshine. Her broad, Down-y face, flat and freckled and lovely, smiled and grimaced as she ground her crotch into mine, her pussy spread as wide as it could be, her pre-pubescent clit bumping my pubic bone. Heaven knows how I was so deep in her; at times I felt a bump as my cock nudged the neck of her cervix, but Raechelle just shivered and fucked on. The boat rocked beneath us, matching her tempo.

She grunted, her back arching, then flopped forward towards me. She'd cum again - I could feel her muscles rippling gorgeously around my tingling cock - and she paused in her motion. I leaned up to lick the saliva drooling from her protruding tongue and she grinned at me, her eyes burning deep down inside. She giggled, and bent forward again to kiss me.

I untangled my fingers and pulled her down to me, kneading her soft ass as I pulled her ever tighter onto me, her buoyancy aid squashed between us. Bulky though it was perhaps it gave me that little extra space to buck my hips up into her again, the space to fuck her glorious little cunt on the last lap to victory. My thighs began to slap hers as the hot tingling in my crotch took over. I mashed my lips against hers, sucking that big, wet tongue into my mouth as I drove my cock into her.

I rocked, she rocked, the boat rocked. She moaned and gurgled against my mouth as I fucked her, my cock roaring and plunging with the beauty of it. She lay in my arms, my hard, swollen prick filling her tiny cunt, filling her young body. The boat rocked; the sounds of wood slapping water, flesh slapping flesh, and the wet moans of lovers.

We fucked. She fucked me, ten-year-old nymph grinding and bumping on my cock. I fucked her, my too-young girl lover, fucked her deep in her child's cunt. Best cunt I've ever had; Raechelle's ten-year-old cunt: nothing to beat it, not before, not since.

I came, jerking and spurting deep in her, filling her young vagina with thick semen, my arms wrapped around her waist, our lips mashed together. She yelled aloud into my mouth and thrashed against me, her whole body squirming as she felt me erupt. The world spun and whirled as I clutched her and filled her - and it was a good while before realization filtered through that our lovers' bower was spinning gently around the headland and drifting steadily toward the shore - and the camp!

"Raechelle, honey...!"

I tried to ease her off but she clung to me, murmuring and groaning in my ear. I nudged myself sideways beneath her, reluctantly slipping my still-rigid cock out of her. She pushed back, not wanting me to leave her. The boat rolled sideways.

"Raechelle, careful baby...!"

She was sucking my earlobe, nuzzling her crotch onto mine. I could hear laughter drifting across the water from the shore - kids at play in the camp. Fuck! How close? The boat rolled again as I tried to free myself. I pushed her shoulders gently, persuading her up.

"Raechelle!"

"Ow!"

I think she jabbed her knee on something on the bottom of the boat. Whatever it was, she gave a lurch and toppled sideways. My cock shot from her cunt with a distinct slurp; she rolled into the side and the whole boat tilted. In panic I rolled the other way, accidentally pulling her with me, and for a few seconds the boat tilted violently. Oh fuck, I thought, we're in. Desperately I scrabbled across her and clutched the opposite gunwale, heaving her bodily back into the centre. The boat rocked and rolled and I lay and clutched the side with one arm and Raechelle with the other and prayed.

It was only a few seconds but it seemed like forever. The boat calmed, and so did I, and Raechelle lay trembling and shaking against me.

"Ssh, honey, it's OK," I said, stroking her hair - before I realised she was shaking with laughter, gurgling into my shoulder with undiluted glee.

Jeez!

Hurriedly, but carefully, I wriggled my shorts back on and prised the chortling, red-faced girl upright and into the stern. She rearranged her dress, her face suffused with delight of various kinds as I wrestled the rowing bench back into place and sat up. Sound carries strangely across the water; my horror of finding us within five yards of the beach was way out. We'd only just cleared the headland, the shore was still distant, and near as I could tell, no-one was paying us any attention.

I composed myself, took the oars, and rowed us slowly home, grinning along with my darling little Raechelle the whole way.

We landed without incident and I handed Raechelle out. She was coy - almost shy - as she waved goodbye, trotting across the camp towards Harlan's office - and as I watched her go I felt a strange pang. I secured the boat and unpacked it slowly, thoughtfully. Was I falling for her? A ten-year-old girl with Down syndrome and the sexual mores of a lioness on heat? Yeah, maybe. The thought of her getting down with one of the other guys pleased me not at all...

I didn't see Raechelle for a while after that, and it wasn't until the final week of the season that I caught sight of her one morning, standing at the door of Harlan's office. I saw her and my heart bumped - weird, but true - and a split second after that she saw me and the biggest grin split her face. She tore down the steps and across the camp square and threw herself at me in a crashing hug. I caught her, just about, and hugged back, feeling incredibly self-conscious in the centre of the camp.

I set her down before she could kiss me, and raised my eyebrows in warning. She giggled, and took my hand instead.

"Hey David," she said happily, "daddy wan's talk to you 'bout sumthin."

She held my hand, almost towing me, all the way up to Harlan's office. My mind was ticking by the time we got there - please God tell me she can't be pregnant, please! - and it was with some trepidation I stepped through the door. Memories of my first visit to Harlan's office...

His leathery face was much the same as it had been then, but maybe there was a twinkle in his eyes.

"Sit down, son," he said, indicating the rickety chair at the side of his desk. I sat.

"You're at school in the city, am I right?" he asked. I confirmed. "And how's your apartment?" he went on. In truth it was both pretty expensive and pretty shitty, and I told him so. He nodded.

"I got a basement at my place, done up nice enough," he said, his eyes fixing mine. "We're prolly as close to your campus as your shitty place is, nicer part of town, and I can offer you rent-free."

I blinked. I don't know what I'd been expecting, but it wasn't this.

"Wow, Mr H, that's... That's real generous."

"You're a good kid, son," he continued, "and you been real kind to my baby girl. Real kind. I like that. I 'preciate that, and so does Raechelle. We'd both like for you to come and stay."

I felt a small, soft presence beside me. Raechelle. She nuzzled her chin onto my shoulder and kissed my cheek. "Come stay with me, David," she whispered. "Pleeeeease..."

I glanced sideways at the flat, freckled face peering over my shoulder. Her eyes glowed. Her tongue-tip peeked and circled her lips.

I reached around slowly, slipped my arm around her waist and with great deliberation squeezed her deliciously soft ass. Harlan watched my hand and a flicker of a smile crinkled his eyes.

I took a slow breath, and looked the old man in the eye. "Mr H, Raechelle," I said, "I'd love to."