Chapter 1

NOTE: I purposefully switch from 1^st person to 3^rd person from time to time. Just because I wanted to. You have been warned.

Damn, my pussy is sore this mornin’. And it ain’t from fuckin’. Though I wish it were. Guess I’ll have to lay low for a while. It’s this heat. I get this stuff whenever it gets hot and sticky like this. I kinda waddle around the store till daddy tells me to go. I work in the store afternoons after school and weekend mornin’s. In the summer, I’m there a lot. It’s only a camp store. You know, the ones that are at the front of campgrounds. I’m at the cash register and also checkin’ in the new folks. I get to check them out, too, if you know what I mean. I make sure to remember where the cute ones will be stayin’. See, I like screwin’, and I get a daily supply of new ones. Sometimes youngins, well actually teens, and sometimes their daddies ... or maybe their grandDas.

Anyway, today, it’s hard for me to sit still, so Da sends me home. It’s Saturday mornin’, and we get a lot of weekender’s comin’ in early. But it’s a bit between seasons, thus not so crowded. Back at our trailer, I take another shower to cool down and try to cool my burnin’ puss. I check myself, nah, no yeasties, so I just let the water run over me for a while. Then dry real good just sittin’ on the couch lettin’ the fan blow over my spread eagle legs. Baby is keepin’ me company.

Baby is my dog. Part German shep, part whatever. Maybe that Cerberus breed? Rottweiler? Anyway, Da got it for me when I was 10. Had him for six years or so now. I love him, and I guess he loves me. Well, he kinda shows his love of me, stickin’ his nose between my legs and sniffin’ me. Sometimes tryin’ to hump me, which is funny, but I don’t let him. Well, don’t let him actually stick me. If I got clothes on and I just feel sorry for him, I let him rub. Though he’s big and knocks me around, so I end up laughin’. But he’s really protective of me. Sometimes, too much so and I have to leave him so I can go sniffin’ around, too. I also let him chase around the ladies. Not the lady humans, but the lady dogs. I wonder at times what kind of mutt he’s makin’; German Cocker, Poodleweiler?

Baby is layin’ here beside me asleep. I’m still spread dryin’. Hum, it’s not so bad as I touch here and there. I close my eyes, slowly rubbin’ my lil’ clittie as the fan blows by. Da’s at the store all day. I lick my fingers and slip them through my cunt. I wouldn’t mind a girl lickin’ me right now, but no dick. Too sore. I didn’t see too many new prospective girls this mornin’. Either too young or too, well, uninterestin’. Though there was one young mom. She had a body that I hope I’ll have even after droppin’ a kid or two like her. She was just a lil’ taller than me and didn’t look more than 21 or so. Musta started droppin’ early as her oldest was maybe four. Had another bun in the oven, maybe 6 or 7 months on, but that just made her kinda glow in the face. I could see my face between her legs. I’d like eatin’ that one. Woulda made her feel good, ‘cause I heard preggy pussy needs stuff durin’ that time.

I feel my wetness as I dream about her. I feel Baby stir, gettin’ a whiff of my heat, I suppose. Shit! This damn heat, not between my legs, but that solar kind, won’t let me relax. Wish we had A/C. Usually, not this bad. Too hot to even diddle. I get up and grab a few ice cubes. One for my mouth, one for Baby, and another for my puss. Its touch feels like frostbite, so I switch to roundin’ my tits, makin’ them stand at attention. Now back at my crotch, I can take it, though I’m back wet again, wet from water, not juices. More fan, feelin’ the tingles as it dries.

Forget those pants of mine. I pull out a sundress. It’s a bit on the short side, and I’m goin’ to wear nothin’ underneath. Lookin’ in the mirror, my nippies still stick out like little headlights after that ice cube. And I bet I end up flashin’, cause this old dress is halfway up my thigh. Maybe Da will buy me a new one. Though, I bet he likes this one.

See, he’s not my real dad. My mom’s baby daddy ran off. At least that’s what she said. But she ran off too. My name is Sierra. Ok, mom was a bit of a hippy. I ended up with my uncle. He raised me, so I call him daddy, Da, for short. I like him. He got me Baby. He also is warm in the winter, when we are in bed. Ok, caught me, yeah, we done the deed. He was my first even. I’ll tell you about that when I get in the mood here.

Anyway, he had this campground from before I arrived. And I learned early that there were advantages to livin’ here. New prospects came nearly every day. Meet lots of new folks all the time. ‘Course they are gone quick, too. That’s an advantage, actually. I don’t have them long relationships, ‘cept for Da. I get to play with them for a day or two, fuck ‘em if I like, and then gone before I get pissed at ‘em or, yuck, fall for them. Me, I prefer that wham-bam stuff.

I’ve popped a few cherries and made a few Gramp’s day. Licked a few girlies, too. It’s fun to find a new little teen girlfriend for the day and make her cum. Had a few ole ladies lick me cum, too. Then they are all gone. Just a memory. See, this camp thing is pretty good if you’re horny and you look good. And I guess I do. Da says I am the prettiest girl he has ever seen. He’s always lookin’ at my blue eyes and likes to wash my sandy hair, just like ma used to do. He’s taller than me since I’m only at 5’ 6” ... ok 5’ 4” barefoot, so most guys are taller. But Da says my legs make me look taller. It’s ok, bein’ small, I can hide and slip around easier. And the old guys that come here seem to really like it. Da thinks I’m too thin, but I think I’m too fat. Though, I guess he’s really right.

“Baby, how I look?”, twirlin’ my dress in front of him with the fan blowin’ up my legs.

He wags his tail in agreement and settles back down. It’s too hot to move about. I head back to the store so Da can have lunch. I must be feelin’ better, ‘cause I’m horny again.

I see Da smile when I come in. I do a little spin, not carin’ about other customers. He gives me a little bounce of his eyebrows and then rolls his eyes as he catches a view. I come over and give him a hug, and he kisses my forehead. He’s a good foot taller than me, and fifty or more pounds heavier than my one ten. He restrains himself from pickin’ me up off the ground this time. ‘cause there’s customers, and my bare butt would hang out. He goes off to our trailer as I take over the register. Sittin’ on the tall chair, I don’t bother crossin’ my legs, behind the counter. So the guys get to check me out as I rock left and right while ringin’ them up. There’s a tip jar, and I always give a little sweet girlie smile and a glance at the jar as I count out their change, usually gettin’ to touch their palm as I do. That always gets me a tip. One guy was obviously lookin’ right into my crotch, so I opened a bit wider, and he left $5 and a smile.

The young preggy mom came in, a kid in tow. She still had on her cute little bathin’ suit that covered her more or less (ok, less) with a pretty white sheer cover-up. We struck up a conversation.

“When you due?” (Girls can ask each other this without bein’ gross! Don’t do it, guys!)

She smiled, told me, and we hit it off. No other customers at the moment, so I got to talk with her. I led us quickly into the world of young sex and babies. She married right out of school at 18, preggy already. She loved her hubby and her babies; one was four, the other still cookin’. The gap was ‘cause hubby away in the Army, and they held off till he got out. She had to work, so another mouth would have been tough...

She seemed to like me. I mean, she was only 22, and I was 16. Kinda big sister thing, I guess. It was cute how she warned me about gettin’ preggy too early, figurin’ out that I was ‘active’. I appreciated that and said I was on the pill and had a ‘no glove, no love’ rule. Ok, well, usually. She invited me to dinner, checkin’ if I ate steak. I sure do! Her hubby was goin’ Cro-Magnon as usual and grill meat, while us fairer of the sexes would be inside busyin’ ourselves. Another customer came, so I quickly accepted, and she towed her whinin’ mini-monster out.

I got another $5 tip when I had to help a gramp’s get somethin’ off a tall shelf. Bet his eyesight weren’t quite that bad as he looked up my dress. I even had to get him to help me down, as if. At the register, I took his change, purposefully touchin’, and then pullin’ back the bill when he looked like he wasn’t goin’ to leave it. I smiled my sweet young thing smile and dropped it into the jar. He looked at me like, what?, but then smiled knowingly and dropped the other buck fifty in as well. A girl has to earn a livin’.

Speakin’ of that, I’ve had guys, dads, that left me ‘tips’ on the table after beddin’ me. The first time, I felt so insulted, asshole. I’m not a fuckin’ whore. But then, I said, well fuck it, I earned it, so I kept it. Just like the tip jar. ‘cept usually it was a couple twenties instead of fives. I still didn’t do it for the money and didn’t feel hurt if he didn’t leave somethin’. Particularly if he made me cum. I like sex. What can I say?

The cherries are funny. Cherries, those are virgins, you dumb dog. I had this 17-year-old, I was 15, and he was as nervous as a bunny in a pack of wild dogs. I had taken him downstream to this nice little shady spot. See, most kids went upstream, so they could float back to camp. Anyway, we kissed. I had to basically teach him how, ‘cause he must have thought kisses were either just little pecks or a tongue down the throat. He was a pretty quick learner. I had on a bikini top and gym shorts over my suit. I lifted my tits out of my top, and I think he came. But that was ok, ‘cause when I peeled off his trunks, he was sticky and salty tastin’, and it would slow him next time. See, I can take cum, swallow that is. Been able to do that since, well, Da’s bed. I sucked him some, and he leaked like an old facet. I warned him not to piss on me. I’m not into that. Well, mostly.

I knew we couldn’t dawdle as someone could come along. So I stripped off my suit, and I think he spurted again. His eyes were so big, and he kept lookin’ around all scared like. I didn’t really care, cause even if someone came and saw us, it’s just two teens fuckin’ in the woods. What were they goin’ to do? Call the police?

I lay down on the grass, legs spread-eagled. But I didn’t want him to just poke me and cum. So I told him to put his face in my crotch and kiss. He did. Then I said to lick. He did. Like I said, he was a fast learner. He wasn’t very good, but he was fun. He got me to gigglin’, ticklin’ me. I moved his head up and down, and he figured out a rhythm to his mouth and tongue. Surprisingly, he did not gag. Nor did he hold back. I came pretty quick, real nice like, lettin’ it just roll through me. So tellin’ him he was pretty good learner wasn’t a lie. He seemed to like that. I urged him to come up on top of me. His mouth was so messy when I kissed him; I was impressed he had held in there. I pressed him to fuck me, no rubber. I mean, he was a virgin, very obviously, and I had to show him how to stick it in and how to hump. He learned fast, pushin’ in as I guided. Luckily, those previous cums of his slowed his poppin’, so we fucked for a while. He was so cute, moanin’ and groanin’. His eyes wide as saucers. I could tell he was havin’ the best vacation ever!

He even told me he loved me, which was cute. Many guys tell me that. Some I even believe, though, lust is more likely. But it’s nice for a girl to hear that she is loved. Particularly, while bein’ fucked. He apologized every time his pecker came out, and I had to direct it back in. I told him he had a fine dick, just right. It wasn’t bad, so I didn’t lie much. Since he made me cum and my orgasm was still coolin’, I didn’t mind him not spinnin’ me again. It still felt nice. When he came, he acted so surprised, “OH!” he groaned and jerked a bunch of times. I had wrapped my legs around his butt, so he was poundin’ pretty good.

I told him he was a man now, and he apologized, and I laughed. It was nice when he told me I was the most wonderful girl he had ever met. Yeah, I bet I was. And he thanked me. I giggled. And he didn’t know what to do next. So I told him he needed to get off me now. Which he did too quickly and apologized once again and asked if he hurt me and apologized if he did before I could even answer that, no, he hadn’t hurt me.

I washed myself by the creek, so he followed. I washed his face as he had forgotten, and I didn’t want to send him home with my juice smeared on him, though I thought about it. I’d love to have seen his mom.

“Son, what’s that on your face?” as she rubs it with her thumb, then sniffs, “oh, OH! ... SON! Oh! You need to talk to your father, young man! Right this instant!”

Yes mom, your little boy has been out fuckin’ a girl. I wash his face as he lets me, just like his mother. We put on our bathin’ suits again, and I hold his hand as we wade into the water to cool off (and wash each other’s smell off.) He says he loves me again, and I giggle. It’s fun playin’ with cherries.

After lunch, Da returns. I give him a big wet kiss on the lips while no one is lookin’. He just laughs. Then smiles as he looks at the tip jar.

“Maybe I don’t need to pay you so much. You’re earnin’ more than me!”

I just throw up my nose and warn him not to touch! Me or the jar. I tell him not to expect me for dinner. He laughs.

At the Carson’s, Amy, the young preggy mom and her soldier boy Rob, I introduce myself. They are fascinated that I live here. Yes, it’s an hour bus ride each way to school. But only for a few months. We have a house in town durin’ offseason. Yes, it’s very pretty here. Yes, I meet all kinds of people. (They would be shocked at some of the stories I could tell.) Yes, he’s my uncle, but he raised me. (Didn’t tell the thing’s I raised on him and I’ll tell you later, buster.)

Once Cro-Magnon was busy with the grill and mini-him was busy playin’ near big-him, Amy, young mom, and I went inside to prepare the rest. Talk turned to the vagina monologs, and we became closer. She was surprised, not surprised, that I was into girls as well as boys. I purposefully stayed close to her and acted real cute and sweet. I still had my sundress on, though now with properly covered pussy and breasts, with my bra straps visible along with the dress straps. We got warmed up enough for a quick kiss, as I convinced her that girl-girl wasn’t really cheatin’. In fact, he might enjoy it, too. She acted shocked, but I could tell her mind was spinnin’. She was more worried over my age than experience. She had done girl action a few times in high school, just after losin’ her virginity at prom, not her husband. I told her I lost mine at 14 but didn’t say to my uncle/daddy. But, we kinda connected on that girl action, though not so sure about havin’ the man-of-the-house watchin’.

Dinner was nice. He did know his steaks. Talk was pleasant. I didn’t make moves on him, figurin’ she would have to do that, if she really did want to try a three-way. But we did trade girl-girl communication every so often. After cleanup, with my fingers touchin’ hers as we washed and dried dishes, she convinced her man to bed down the boy, i.e., bathe and tell a story, while she walked me back to my trailer. She also told him we were goin’ to walk about a bit, she needed the exercise for her tummy, and I said I was goin’ to show her some nice picnic spots for tomorrow. He had no qualms and no suspicions. Girls can get away with so much...

As we slowly walked, I took her hand, and we talked. I asked about how she was doin’; I mean, babies, preggy, Army hubby ... She said he had changed since the army. He had deployed for over two years. Once back, he was different, rougher. I asked if he hit her. She looked away, quiet. I took that as a yes. I’d like to take him out back; between Baby and a baseball bat, I’d whoop his ass. I’m meaner than my looks let on, at least that’s what Da says. He trained me how to protect myself. Anyway, I just held her hand tightly, then hugged her. She needed a hug. Then kissed her. She needed a kiss, a soft kiss, from a girl. I felt a need, as well. I wanted to taste this young mother. And to give her a gift.

I would have taken her to my trailer, but I hadn’t told Da to scat. You know, he was a bit of a tomcat too. Unmarried man, good job, late thirties, just me for a kid. There are a number of women’s groups that have RVs and such that go around different places. Mostly widowers and divorcees, retired or semi-retired, like teachers with free summers. Some youngish, well, 50’s. Most 60’s. A few younger. But that was fine to Da. I was his only young squeeze. I’ll tell our story when I feel like it. Anyway, these groups reserved every year. He got to go around and ‘help’ them. Fixin’ stuff and of course sexin’ them. I thought it was funny. We were so much alike. Ok, sometimes I sexed them too. Or should I say, they liked eatin’ little girls at times. I think they had a sexual Mother-Daughter thing, unfulfilled ... or maybe not unfulfilled.