John Romero - Coed camp

Just as he came off the porch, he saw a small figure in a raincoat scuttling through the maple grove behind the workshop building. He couldn't be positive, but he was pretty sure that the youngster was Pete Mordant, especially since a camera gadget bag was slung over his shoulder. The boy went out of sight, and Dan resumed his way down to his cabin.

The rain stopped by dinner time, and as he walked down to the dining hall Dan was still mulling over what he should do, if anything, about the gang-bang. As he sat at the table eating, his eyes drifted across and diagonally to Marsha. She gave him the impersonal smile she used in public. He decided he would drop in at the infirmary tonight, late, and tell her about it. The girl might be in trouble. She might get pregnant. A few minutes later he caught Norma watching him from inside the kitchen. He gave her a wink, but she turned an exaggerated pout on him, and he guessed that she might be a bit pissed off because he hadn't tried to get with her again. He wondered himself why he hadn't. She was a marvelous fuck.

After lights out he lay on his bed, awake, waiting until he was sure all the kids were asleep. Some tree frogs set up a chattering, loud enough to wake up the entire camp. After what seemed an eternity of waiting, he felt sure that all his charges were sound asleep, worn out by their day's activities. He rolled off the bed, slid his feet into moccasins, and eased out the door.

Not sure whether or not any campers might be in the sick ward, he did not go up on the porch, but slipped around the corner of the building to the windows of Marsha's bedroom. He ought to be able to tell if she were up, even through her heavy drapes. A little light would come through some crack or other. And he would tap on her window and see if it was okay for him to come in.

He moved up close to the windows. Sure enough, there was a narrow vertical crack of light at one edge, invisible from most directions. Marsha must have pulled the drapes hastily and a corner caught on something, leaving that slit: He put his eye to it and looked in. The angle was right to see most of the room.

What he saw shook him. He saw Marsha, all right, her platinum head against the pillow and her shapely body naked. But her round white thighs were drawn up, high in the air and her calves were resting firmly across the shoulders of Jerry Stein. The stocky, graying camp director was shoving his cock into her lovely silver pussy and they were both enjoying it immensely.

Dan's first reaction was hurt anger. Goddammit, Marsha was supposed to be for him. But he calmed down immediately. Marsha had told him he was a smart young man, that he had his head on straight. So act that way. She liked him very much, but he didn't own her. And she didn't owe him a damn thing. He hadn't been back since that first night, so why shouldn't she make it with somebody else? Anyway, he had made it with a couple of other chicks himself. He laughed wryly. Smarten up, Acres, he told himself.

He looked, and his own excitement began to build up. The coach, he had to admit, was pretty good. Stein must be in his early forties, he figured. He was a widower. And far from dead himself. Dan looked over the hairy, muscular frame of the coach and he conceded that he was very much of a man, with muscles on his muscles. Dan's excitement increased as he saw that Marsha was beginning to hit her orgasmic spasms. Her blonde head whipped back and forth on the pillow, and her heels drummed against Stein's back. Instead of speeding up, the husky man slowed down, pulling his formidable cock out farther each time, then ramming it full-length into her pussy. With her legs up so high, Dan could see that thick piston plunging into its slick round cylinder. Her mouth opened and he could easily imagine the passionate cries coming from her throat.

Dan's cock was hard as a rock, just from watching the action. He rubbed it, through his shorts, and for a moment he was tempted to take it out and jerk off, there in the darkness. But just then he remembered the look on Norma's face, her playful pout as she eyed him at dinner that night.

With his hard-on bulging inside his shorts, he hurried down to the lake and along the shore. No moon guided him tonight; there were still a lot of clouds overhead, but the rain seemed to be finished. Hi hurried on, but carefully so as not to make any noise.

The little beach was empty. He saw that the moment he arrived. Well, why not? He had to be fair. He couldn't expect Norma to spend her nights down there, waiting for him to show up. Still, she had given him that special look this evening. His cock, still hard, made him rack his brain for a way to contact Norma. He ached to bury his rod up to the hilt in her hot sweet pussy.

He retraced his steps back along the shore until he came to the small cabins next to the dining hall. He wasn't sure which one Norma and the other two girls lived in, but he decided to risk the one nearest the dining hall. He bent over and fumbled around on the ground at his feet until his fingers brushed a small pebble. Picking it up, he tossed it at the roof of the cabin. The pebble landed with a light crack and rattled its uneven way across the shingles and fell to the ground.

He waited. Hell, he thought, the noise might wake up the other girls and they might get up to find out what was going on. Or maybe he had picked Mrs. Rogers' cabin by mistake. In the darkness he waited, leaning his hand against the trunk of a tree. It seemed that several minutes went by. He was about to reach down for another pebble and try again when he thought he detected a dim shadow coming down from the cabin toward the lake shore.

"Norma!" he whispered, and in a moment she was in his arms, her own arms wrapped tight about him and her lush young body pressed snugly against him., He could tell that she had no bra under the thin T-shirt. He slid his hands under the shirt and caressed her smooth back.

"Where have you been keeping yourself, man?" she whispered. "I was about to give up on you."

For answer he smothered her large soft lips with his own. She responded like a firecracker when a match touches it. Her lips writhed all over his, wide open and nibbling at his lips and chin and cheeks. Then her tongue darted inside his mouth.

His cock, stiffer than ever, was pressed against her belly. She reached down and robbed her hand over his bulging shorts, and he groaned with desire.

"Come on, lover," she whispered, "we're wasting valuable time.

She turned, and taking him by the hand she led him surely through the blackness, stepping gingerly for she was barefoot. She led him up to the kitchen door which faced the lake. A moment went by while she released his hand to fumble in the pocket of her shorts for a key. Dan heard the slight metallic rasp as she inserted it in the lock.

Quietly she swung the door open and drew him inside, into total darkness. She closed the door carefully behind them, then led him across the wooden floor.

"Mrs. Rogers has a bed back here that she takes her naps on," Norma said softly, but no longer whispering. The kitchen was as quiet as a tomb, and the walls were too solid for anyone outside to hear them if anyone should be outside, which was most unlikely at this hour.

Dan's knees bumped against the softness of the edge of the thick mattress and he stopped. He was beginning to be able to see a bit, now that his eyes were getting accustomed to the darkness. He took her in his arms again, pressing her big tits against him. He had to bend down to kiss her, and again her lips went to work on him. She sure heated up fast, he reflected.

"Let's get out of these duds," she panted, pulling away from him. She whipped her T-shirt off over her head and slid her shorts down and off. She was naked, her dark-skinned body even darker in the dimness of the unlighted kitchen.