John Romero - Coed camp

Finally it stopped throbbing. She held it awhile longer, sucking gently on the now exquisitely sensitive head until no more came out of it. She took her lips from around it and gave it a final lick. Then she stretched out on top of Dan again, her lips against his ear.

"Wow!" she whispered softly. "You really had a load, coach."

He patted her slim ass. He felt so drained now that he could hardly move. She eased off the bed and a rustle signaled that she was slipping her dress on again. Then he felt her lips against his ear once more.

"I'll do better next time, coach. Sleep tight, now."

And she was gone, a noiseless shadow gliding out the open door into the night. Dan lay dead still for a few more minutes, then he reached over the edge of the bed and found his undershorts and pulled them on. Pulling down the top sheet of his bed, he crawled under it and went to sleep.

The next afternoon it rained, and outdoor activities were canceled. Most of the campers assembled in the dining hall to practice skits for the first Camp Night, a program put on every two weeks by the campers themselves, cabin against cabin. The women counselors were pretty well handling the practice, so Dan wandered across the camp through the rain, over toward the arts and crafts building. He wanted to see Joe Cole about getting some boards to repair or replace some bad ones which were warping in the practice wall.

The rain fell heavier, splashing loudly against the roof as be stepped up on the porch of the building. He was barefoot and in shorts and T-shirt. He paused on the porch long enough to mop his face and hair with his handkerchief, then he went into the workshop. To his surprise, Joe was not there. Nor any of the kids, for that matter. Dan had supposed that many of them would be working on handicraft projects while the rain kept them indoors.

On silent bare feet he moved across the floor, looking about to see if any boards were lying around that he might be able to use. Suddenly, he heard a sound like a giggle coming through the drumming of the rain on the tin roof. There was a door in the back of the workshop which led to a storage compartment where Joe kept paint and spare tools and the like. Dan had seen the compartment only once, and he recalled that it was just about the size of a regular small room.

He wondered if some of the kids were swiping tools, or were up to some mischief. Silently he slipped toward the closed door. Then he noticed a large knothole high up on the wall, just over a workbench. He climbed up on the heavy table and peeked through the knothole. He caught his breath at the sight clearly visible to him from inside the room. A wall light was on.

On the floor was a sleeping bag, and on it lay a girl, a rather plump girl who looked at least twenty, although Dan knew she couldn't be more than sixteen. He didn't know her name, though he had seen her about the camp. She was a brunette, rather pretty in a sullen precocious way except for being somewhat overweight. Although she was not really fat-that, too, was quite evident, for the girl was naked.

Half a dozen boys, mainly older ones, stood around, and they were naked, too! Dan recognized some of them from his tennis classes. As he watched, one of them knelt down beside the girl, and she spread her legs accommodatingly for him to get between them. With no preliminaries of any kind, he lay down and Dan could tell by the motions that he was shoving his cock into her cunt. She raised her hips a trifle to aid him, but no expression: showed on her face.

While the other five ringed them, bent over to watch the action, the boy humped away. It was a short performance, for his body spasmed very quickly. One of the others tapped him on the back, and he got up. The girl reached for a Kleenex from a box on the floor near her head and wiped it through her thick black bush of pubic hair. Then the next boy got down on her. It was practically a repeat of the first. The girl did little more than roll her ass languidly to assist.

The next boy was apparently as bored by the bad action as the girl, for Dan could see him talking animatedly to the others, but his words were muffled by the wall and the pounding rain on the roof. The girl, meanwhile, fished a pack of cigarettes out of her handbag, also lying by the Kleenex box, and lighted a cigarette.

The boy waved his hands, explaining his idea to the girl. She grinned a lopsided, indifferent grin, and mashed out her cigarette on the floor. Then she got up on her hands and knees. One of the remaining four boys knelt in front of her, facing her. Another, the one who had explained the idea, got behind her, kneeling between her spread legs. Dan could see his cock come up, then sink out of sight into her cunt from behind. When he was well in place, she opened her mouth and the boy in front shuffled forward on his knees until his cock was between her lips. The two boys began fucking, one in her cunt, the other in her mouth. The girl's plump body rocked back and forth with the force of their movements.

The boy at her head came first, his mouth dropping open in a soundless gasp as he let his load fly into her, sucking lips. Perhaps triggered by the other's reaction, the one behind popped his load right afterwards, his young body jerking a few times, then sagging across her broad back. Then they got up.

I didn't know sex could be so bad, Dan thought. But in spite of his reaction to the poor performance, he found himself excited by it. He kept his eye glued to the knothole to see what the last two would do. She wiped her pussy again with a Kleenex, still on her knees, then relit her cigarette. The fifth boy squatted down beside her, his dong throbbing at full erection. She looked over at it and grinning, thumped it on the end. Dan could hear his muffled yelp. The boy backed away, clutching his cock, and explaining to the girl what he wanted her to do.

She frowned slightly and shook her head no, but the boy continued arguing, trying to persuade her. Finally she shrugged her shoulders and dropped into the same position she had been in before, on her hands and knees. The boy dropped down behind her, and all the others leaned closer. This was going to be something different, apparently.

It was. The boy parted the cheeks of her ass with his hands, then guided his cock well above her cunt opening. He put the head against her tightly puckered asshole, grabbed her hips firmly, and lunged forward, driving half the length of his cock into her grommet. She let out a yell and jerked forward, but he was into her too deeply. She tried to wriggle away from him, to get him out of her, but the kid was quite strong. He renewed his grip on her hips and shoved again, hard, nearly driving her over on her face. She yelled again, the sound almost drowned out by the rain.

"It didn't last more than a minute or two. Excited by the novelty of it and the undoubted tightness of her asshole, the boy's body jerked upright, then slumped forward, his load pumped into her. He got up and reached for her Kleenex box. Pulling out a handful of tissues, he wiped his dripping cock thoroughly.

The girl rolled over into a sitting position, her weight resting on one cheek to take the pressure off her ravished asshole. The sullen expression on her face was more marked than ever. Realizing that the game was about up, the last boy sat down beside her and put his arm about her shoulder, talking to her rapidly. In a moment her face brightened into the semblance of a smile. She leaned over and took his cock in her hand and began pumping it. He was giving her the easy way out.

Dan did not wait for the end of the show. He knew it was just about over. He got down off the table and eased toward the door. He wasn't sure what to do, whether he should report the incident or not. The girl must be some sort of nympho to go along with a lousy gang-bang like that. It couldn't have been any fun for her. He went out on the porch and stepped off into the rain again.