Camille Dusseaux sat listening to Nichole describing how she'd lost her cherry the other night. Cammy looked at the excited expression on Nichole's face, looked at the way the other girl's tits trembled beneath her blouse. Cammy felt her own pussy, her own tits, tremble as excitedly as though she had been the girl who lost her virginity.
She felt a certain sadness, too. Now Nichole had been fucked. Cammy felt that she was very likely the only girl around who still had a cherry. Knowing that Nichole was also a virgin had been some consolation to the slender young woman. Now that consolation had been taken away from her. She looked at her friend, looked at the glow of satisfaction an Nichole's face. Damn! Camille knew she was prettier than Nichole. Her tits were almost as large as Nichole's and they were on a smaller body, which made them seem much more enticing. Her ass was certainly just as cute and saucy as Nichole's. Shit! Her ass was the best-looking tail in school. She had the sexiest ass below New Orleans. That's what Yvonne said, and Yvonne should know. So why was she the only girl along the whole damn bayou who walked around with her cherry?
"You going to fuck him again?" Cammy asked. "John coming back for more?"
"He wants to," Nichole sighed. "He asked me today in school if I could slip out and meet him again. I told him I'd think about it."
"Have you thought about it?" Camille wanted to know. Shit! If John was after some Cajun tail and Nichole wasn't interested any longer, then maybe the boy would like to try another little piece of Creole delight. Cammy, wasn't particular who she lost her cherry to, just as long as she got the chance to lose it. Besides, it might be easier to get John to risk the anger of Antoine Dusseaux. Her father had quite a reputation among the Cajuns as the roughest, rowdiest coon-ass of them all. The French boys were always around, after her and after Yvonne, but they were careful not to let the old man see them when they reached for a pair of tits.
She realized that Nichole had been talking while she was musing. Cammy tried, to pick up what she had missed. No, the wasn't going to fuck again with John, not yet. She was going to try one of the French boys next. She hadn't decided which one, but she would in the next few days.
Cammy walked along the bayou toward home. Her body still tingled over the account Nichole had given. Her pussy was moist from the excitement. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that she was left out when all the world was fucking. Shit! Yvonne fucked all the time. Yvonne was married to her brother, but still the sexy girl was screwing like a mink. Especially Yvonne fucked every man who came down to stay at their camp. Cammy knew Yvonne fucked them. Why else would she slip away from the house at night and walk aver toward the camp? Why else would Yvonne always have more money for running the camp. Gilbert didn't make that much money with his fishing boat. Yvonne had to be selling her ass. They gave her the money in appreciation. That had to be the reason.
It just wasn't fair! Cammy stamped along the soft grass, watching the boat which made its way along the bayou. She looked carefully, then smiled as she recognized the lean, tanned body of Pierre LaBlanc standing in the bow. Pierre wanted to fuck her. He was always hanging around the house and around the camp. Cammy shivered as she remembered how nice it felt when he would slip up behind her and grab her around the waist. She could feel his cock, bat and anxious, against her ass. He would cup her tits and snuggle his face into her neck.
"Wait till you turn eighteen," he whispered once. "Just wait till you get old enough!"
Damn it! She had been seventeen for two, weeks now and Pierre hadn't shown up. He hadn't even shown up to paw over Yvonne's huge tits. The young man waved across the water as the boat drifted past her. LaBlanc smiled broadly as she arched her back to give him a good display of ass and clit. She twisted her body sensuously as she waved. Good! Let Pierre see what was waiting for him if he ever decided to come back over!
Cammy felt better as the boat slipped quietly past her. She'd get her cock. One way or the other, she'd get herself a nice, healthy length of cock. Pierre could tome over tonight for his party. If not, then she'd be out tomorrow on the make.
She ran through the pass, letting the breeze blow against her tits, feeling the cool flow of air along her legs. Cammy spun around, then fell on the grass and lay back, panting. In the distance she could hear the deep foghorns of the ships making their way along the Mississippi toward New Orleans. Ships filled with men, fishing boats filled with men, fishing and hunting camps filled with men, swarmed through her mind. There were men everywhere about her, cocks all around her. She'd get hers. Damn right!
The young woman rose and walked the remainder of the way home. She paused to slip from her school clothes into a blouse and jeans, then walked to the camp to join her father and Yvonne in preparing dinner for the men who had flown in from Chicago for a week of fishing. Cammy dashed into the kitchen and ignored her father's stern look for being late. She joined Yvonne in setting the tables and carrying out more beer for the boisterous men who lounged around, eyeing Yvonne's luscious curves and, now, the smaller, but just as delicious curves of Camille.
"Hey, Yvonne," one of them called. "You couldn't come on back to Chicago with us, could you? We could all go in together and put you up in style."
Cammy watched her sister-in-law laugh and pose her ass for his approval, then swing her rump enticingly as she walked back to the kitchen. Cammy was used to this sort of good-natured teasing that went on about the camp. She'd seen them paw all over the luscious girl. She'd seen hands up Yvonne's skirt, hands up her sweater, hands on her ass, hands on her tits. The dark-haired beauty seemed to enjoy all of the attention. Tonight, a smaller version of dark-haired beauty wanted some of the same treatment. Cammy resented Yvonne getting all the attention. The girl decided she should have worn her skirt instead of changing to jeans.
They served the men their meal, then gradually cleaned the tables and the kitchen. Gilbert finally came in from his afternoon trip to deliver the day's catch. They sat at the table in the kitchen as they finished their own meal. Finally, Yvonne and Cammy walked over toward the house while her father and Gilbert remained to talk with the fishermen and join in a few hands of poker.
Cammy watched the sensuous way Yvonne walked as they climbed the steps to the porch and sat down in the chairs to enjoy the soft breeze. She watched the breeze strike her sister-in-law's dress, molding the fabric against the fabulous tits. Yvonne smiled as though enjoying a private joke.
"How do you get them to do it?"
"To do what?" Yvonne asked, looking suspiciously at the girl.
"Fuck you," Cammy replied. "How do you get them to fuck you?"
"That's not the problem," Yvonne said. "The problem is to get them to think of something else."
"It's my problem," Cammy admitted. "I can get them to feel my ma. I can get them to rub their cock against my ass. They stop, though. They don't go any further. I've been old enough for two weeks and no one has tried to fuck me yet."
The beautiful brunette began to laugh. She laughed, her eyes filled with moisture, then calmed herself.
"They will. Believe me, they will. As cute an ass as you have, they'd be standing in line."
"I keep looking for the line," Cammy insisted. "But it's never there. Yvonne was the last girl in my class to lose her cherry. Every one else has. Even Nichole, as reserved as she is, has gotten some cock. Shit! We know all the girls have been fucking around for years. Everybody has done it but me!"
"And you want to," Yvonne said. She said it flatly, not like a question. She said it as a simple statement, a statement she needed to fully comprehend. A slow smile crossed her sensuous mouth. She looked into Cammy's eyes.
"Are you ready to fuck?" she asked.
Cammy answered briskly. "I know how excited my pussy gets when a boy stands close tome. I know how my tits tingle when I see some of the men feeling you up."
Yvonne rose from her chair and walked to the door, then turned to the girl. Her smile broadened as she looked at the pert thrust of Cammy's tits, at the wide innocence in Cammy's eyes. She smiled, her own tits swelling at the sight of the pretty girl.
"Come in here," she told Cammy. "Come in here with me and let's see just how ready you are to start fucking the boys."
Camille stared a moment. She saw the sparkle of anticipation in the flashing, dark eyes. She saw the excited thrust of Yvonne's gorgeous tits. She rose slowly and walked toward the door and followed Yvonne into the house and walked with her back to the bedroom where Yvonne and Gilbert slept. Yvonne sat on the bed and patted the covers beside her to indicate where she wanted the girl to sit. Cammy walked over hesitantly, that sat down, waiting for whatever Yvonne had in mind.
"Well teach this sweet little body to sing," the dark beauty muttered as she pulled the girl against her and began to run her hands over Cammy's shoulders and arms. "We'll prepare you for fucking as no girl has ever been prepared before. Let Yvonne show you what it's all about."
Cammy felt her luscious tits press against her, mashing all across her chest. She heard Yvonne's rapid breathing join her own throbbing excitement. She gasped at the soft caress of Yvonne's hands along her thighs, then felt her fingers snake up beneath her blouse and massage her tits.
"Mmmmmm," Yvonne sighed as she cupped the tits lovingly. "Mmmmm, what a delicious pair you have." She slowly massaged Cammy's tits until Cammy was aching to have her touch the bare skin and not just play with them through her bra. She ran her hands over Yvonne's tits in frantic play.
"You have the biggest tits I ever saw," she murmured. "They're big and, full and exciting. Mine are so tiny compared to yours."
"Mine aren't all that big," Yvonne protested. "They may be immense for a girl as slender as I am, but they aren't really that huge. Actually yours are just as full. You'll have huge tits as soon as a few men have massaged them and gotten them all excited."
Yvonne finally unhooked the girl's bra and pulled it away from the young breasts. She fondled Cammy's tits with firm, sweeping caresses. The soft flesh rippled under her fingers. She pressed the nipples back into her tits, then let them pop out once more.
"Mmmm," Yvonne moaned, massaging Cammy's too, "how sweet they are! How fine and saucy! You're ready to have them loved?"
Cammy shivered as the ripples of lust flooded through her tits and up over her body. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts more passionately into the adoring caresses. Her fingers ached to get at the huge tits which heaved so invitingly underneath the dress Yvonne wore. The girl reached behind her sister-in-law and struggled to get at the zipper while her own tits were flaming into shivering ecstasy.
"Hen," Yvonne suggested, "let's get undressed. That'll make it easier."
Cammy watched Yvonne's dress ride over her head and shoulders and gasped anew at the staggering beauty of Yvonne's body. No wonder all the men watt so wild over her! No wonder Gilbert took his wife into the bedroom as soon as he came in the house. No wonder Cammy's dad, even, couldn't keep his hands off Yvonne. Yvonne was beautiful, the most beautiful woman Cammy could imagine. She gaped at the lush curves. She stared at her huge tits, thrusting upward and outward as though they were light and airy, shimmering firmly beneath the small light on the table. Cammy's eyes followed the luscious sweep of hips, the smooth, firm thighs. She watched the flow of curves along the long, lean legs. No wonder all the men kept trying to get their hands all over Yvonne. God! She was lovely!
"Aren't you joining me?" the beautiful brunette asked. Yvonne laughed as Cammy stripped out of her clothing immediately and looked up to see Yvonne, now without bra or panties, approaching her. Yvonne sat beside her again, this time pushing the girl slowly backward on the bed.
"Lovely," Yvonne murmured. "So lovely. So young and fresh and lovely." She cupped Cammy's tits in her hands, then began kissing the pulsing breasts. Her lips sent shivers of delight rippling through Cammy's skin. Yvonne sucked her tits gently, sending the throbs of pleasure deeper inside them. The young girl reached up and caressed one of Yvonne's luscious globes. Her sister-in-law's tits seemed more immense as the woman leaned over, letting her heavy tits sway fill and ripe.
Cammy scooted her around, on the bed and began kissing Yvonne's luscious tits while still leaving her own delighted breasts exposed to the wide sensuous mouth which was turning them into heaving ecstasy. Cammy pulled a tit to her lips and sucked at the large nipple, her tongue flipping across the button several times before she turned to the other, breast.
"Mmmmm," Yvonne moaned lightly above her. "Mmmmm, I believe you're learning fast. You've got my tits throbbing already. Mmmm. I love the touch of your mouth on me. You're such a sweet girl, such a soft, sweet little girl."
Cammy sucked harder. She caressed harder, her fingers trembling in delight in the play of satin skin. The girl felt deep, surging desire flooding through her body. She could smell the heady perfume Yvonne wore. She could smell the lighter went of her own perfume. She could smell the sharper odor of their cunts as they rolled about the bed in delicious play.
Yvonne continued to caress Cammy's delicate young body, exploring and petting her tummy and hips. Cammy felt the sudden thrill of caresses between her thighs. She lay tingling in passion as Yvonne caressed her thighs and teased her moist and anxious little pussy.
"Ooooo," Cammy gasped as she felt a finger tease at her cuntlips, then slip in and stroke her clit. "Ooooo, that sends shivers all over me."
Cammy followed Yvonne's lead and reached between Yvonne's thighs. She felt the moisture already dripping into the hairs before she even fingered her sister-in-law's pussy. Slowly she parted the lips and ran her finger exploring into the warm cunt. She could feel the slow throbbing as pumped her finger in slowly.
Yvonne sucked harder on Cammy's tits as the young finger sparked her passion to a new brilliance. Cammy could hear the soft noises of the finger sloshing through the rich cunt-juice. She pumped more rapidly, more ecstatically – the pulsing cunt seemed to grasp at her delighted finger.
Cammy's own juices were beginning to flow. Suddenly she felt Yvonne's finger on her slit. It lingered there momentarily and then plunged into her cunt, gliding past her clit and reaching deeper and deeper into the throbbing passage of her pussy.
"Mmmmm, you learn awfully fast," Yvonne sighed. "Maybe you're ready for a little cunt play. Let's let our pussies love each other up a little bit."
She sat up on the bed and pulled Cammy upright. Yvonne swung her leg between Cammy's and began hunching herself forward until their two steaming cunts were together. Cammy braced herself with her arms and thrust her pussy forward against the glowing lips of Yvonne's cunt, then twisted so their cuntlips merged into a singe pulsing unit. Cammy thrust her tits forward, letting her nipples just touch and brush Yvonne's hardened nipples.
"Mmmmm," Yvonne smiled. "You catch on fast. Peel how our pussies can love each other." She hunched her ass slowly. Their clits pressed into one another, sending shimmering sparks through the girls cunt. The erotic sensation brought a catch in Cammy's breath. Her body shook with newly kindled passion as she hunched herself closer to the big, juicy cunt of her sister-in-law.
"No wonder all the men pant after you so," Cammy sighed, looking into the deep brown eyes facing her. "No wonder they can't keep their eyes off you. No wonder they can't keep from grabbing at you."
"They'll be chasing that pussy of yours, too," Yvonne smiled. "That little cunt of yours is going to drive an awful lot of men wild before it's through. Mmmmmm, it feels so soft and sweet."
Yvonne pulled Cammy toward her and caught her in a tight embrace. Their tits mashed into each other in a shuddering spasm of delight. Yvonne pressed her lips to Cammy's, searching for the girl's mouth, her tongue parting Cammy's lips and reaching inside. Their tongues played against each other as they twisted and rolled over the bed. Cammy sensed she was ready to explode in the sensuous thrill of the loving. She could feel the throbbing, pulsing force which was surging through Yvonne's tits, through her pussy, through her mouth. She knew her own desire was rising in the moment of passion.
"Ooooo," she squealed as they rolled on the bed. Her pussy began to glow and throb. Their tits were trembling in ecstasy as they pressed together even tighter. Cammy kit an orgasm ready to flow through her. She seemed to lose her breath. She felt as though she were held in a moment of suspended animation as her juices mounted for final eruption. Then it happened! The sparks shot through her body. She became a pulsing, throbbing mass of erotic sensation. She was aware of nothing except the stimulation which came from her pussy and rippled through her body. She gasped and twisted in passionate agony as she was swept into a fantastic orgasm.
"Yes, little girl," Yvonne sighed afterwards. "Yes, you're ready to start fucking. I'd say that little body is more than ready for a man. Your pussy knows what to do when some man runs a good, healthy length of cock into it."
Cammy smiled at her as Yvonne gently caressed her still glowing body. The girl lay back and thrilled to the soft touch, the soft caresses.
"Ooooo," she sighed happily. "I enjoyed that. Yvonne, is it the same? You know, when it's a man? Is it the same wonderful sensation when it's with a man?"
"Sweetheart," Yvonne murmured, "it depends on the man. A man who doesn't know how to use his cock will leave you frustrated and angry. He'll get his and leave you climbing the wall without yours. A good man, though, a man who knows what a cock is for, can make this just a tiny sample."
Cammy closed her eyes. Her mind was whirling. How good was Pierre LaBlanc? Would he let her have that additional delight? She'd find out. Damn right, she'd find out! Her pussy quivered as she thought how much fun it would be to fuck Pierre.