John Romero - Coed camp

Her pussy muscles clutched warmly around his still swollen cock, but that was their only movement. Her round cantaloupe tits furnished a marvelous cushion for him to lie on as his breath slowed and deepened into a heavy rhythm.

"Don't go to sleep, on me honey," Norma finally whispered in his ear. "We've got to get out of here now. Mustn't spoil a groovy deal like this."

As a matter of fact, Dan had been about to doze off. He had never felt so deliciously drained and so completely relaxed in his life. But her warning woke him up, and he pulled his softening dong out of her soaking wet pussy.

"I sure do need a towel," she said. "Let me up, baby."

Dan rolled off her and she clutched her hand to her dripping cunt and padded barefoot through the darkness to the kitchen sink. He heard the sound of water running out of a tap as she wet a dish towel. In a minute she was back, feeling for his cock. She wiped it carefully with the wet towel, then bent over and kissed the head.

"Put your pants on now, man, and go home, she said. "We'll have to do this again, real soon."

The next day was Friday, and at breakfast Jerry Stein made an unenthusiastic announcement to the counselor staff. "C-C and his wife are coming up some time today," he said in his gravelly baritone. "He's got some sort of idea-or she has-about doing research here on the kids."

The counselors looked at one another, puzzled. There was a lot of shoulder-shrugging, but Stein did not amplify his statement.

Sure enough, early that afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Culpeper drove into camp, their Lincoln Continental gleaming conspicuously among the ordinary cars in the parking lot. Dan was on the courts when they came, so he didn't even know they had arrived until he went down to the lake after his duty hours, to have a refreshing swim before dinner. As he trotted out on the long boardwalk over the water to the diving float, he saw the lean, gray-haired man just diving into the lake. He had to admit that the old boy was good. His swimming form was good, too, as he stroked strongly out into the lake.

Dan stepped to the edge of the float to dive in, just as a hand came up, resting on top of the smooth board edging. He looked down into a pair of large brown eyes in an olive tan face. A flowery bathing cap covered her hair. Her eyes narrowed speculatively as she looked up at him, then she smiled. He recognized her then. It was Mrs. Culpeper.

"Hello, Mrs. Culpeper," he said, reaching a hand down to help her up the ladder. "I'm Dan Acres, in case you've forgotten."

"No, Dan," she said, a slight foreign accent to her voice, "I didn't forget you." Her hand tightened in his as she leaned up and out for him to draw her up the ladder and onto the float.

Her one-piece swim suit was cut low in front, and as she half turned to step onto the float, he saw that it was very low at the back. In fact, there was no back to the suit until well below her waistline. Maybe the old man was a puritan, Dan thought, but his wife certainly didn't look like one.

"You coach tennis, don't you, Dan?" Her voice was soothingly confidential.

"Yes, I do."

She was frankly looking up and down his tall trim body. Her own body was something to look at, too. She was far from being a slim woman, but she had all her stuff together, and it was quite firm and well-balanced. She leaned over slowly and deliberately to brush an imaginary insect off her knee, giving Dan a long look at her half-exposed knockers. They were generous, and high pitched for an older woman. Her legs were full but well shaped, from her swelling thighs down to her slim ankles. She had a slightly swaybacked stance that made her ass curve out interestingly.

"Maybe you heard that I'm going to be here for at least a few days," she said, looking up at him with a very friendly smile. "I once majored in adolescent psychology, and I thought I'd like to do a few studies here, among the young people. It seems like an ideal laboratory, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes, yes indeed, Mrs. Culpeper," Dan agreed hastily.

"Call me Mona, won't you," she said softly.

"Of course-Mona."

Just then C-C turned about in the water and started to swim back toward the float. Dan decided it was time for him to hit the water. He dived in at right angles to C-C's course and swam far out underwater before surfacing. Must be something in the air of this camp, he reflected humorously. Every damn female here is a sexpot.

He swam a long way out from the float before turning back. A number of the campers were in the lake, too, and several of them called to him, making jokes and otherwise being friendly. He got along fine with most of them. Some of the older girls gave him over-friendly smiles and a couple of them swam against him, pretending not to see him until their bodies were rubbing against his. But Dan didn't dare play grab-ass with so many spectators around, and particularly with old C-C himself in the water. He started back toward the float.

Then he saw Marsha coming down the boardwalk for a dip, and all eyes turned to watch, even the youngest of the campers. It wasn't that her swim suit, a pale shining blue one piece job, was immodest, or over-revealing. It was just that her body was so damn sexy, and her milk-white legs and arms made her look even more naked than she was.

Dan was close enough now to see the look that came over C-C's face as he hauled himself onto the float to greet the nurse. Puritan, hell, Dan thought. He had never seen a more lecherous look on anybody's face than that on the tall camp owner. He looked ready to drool as he moved close and leaned over the gorgeous blonde. He raised his hands in talking with her, and casually laid one on her upper arm. Just as casually Marsha turned partly way from him, leaving his hand stuck out in midair. But her cool smile kept her action from seeming obvious.

"Class," Dan muttered. "She's really got class."

He swam awhile longer, staying out from the float until the Culpepers decided they had had enough, and left. Marsha did a neat straight dive into the water, and swam out to a group of the girl campers. She paddled around them for a bit, joking with them, and then as if without any intention she stroked over in Dan's general direction. He surface-dived under the water and came up at her side.

"Hello," he grinned.

"Hello yourself," she said, treading water. Then, "Why don't you come to see me anymore?" Her blue eyes glowed like sapphires in the afternoon sunlight.

"You just say when," Dan replied. "I'm ready, willing, and able."

"Why not tonight?" she asked.

"I'll be there-after I tuck the kiddies in," he promised.

She swam away from him to talk to Sonya Plummer who had just dived in for a final swim before calling All Out.

Dan ate a hearty dinner that evening. He couldn't tell if it was all the fresh air and vigorous exercise, or his increasing sex life that made him so hungry. After his wildly satisfying romp with Norma the night before, he figured he wouldn't be wanting any more pussy for some time. But when Norma, standing well back in the kitchen so that she was in a line of vision with Dan but unseen by the other dining counselors, caught his eye and ran her tongue tip suggestively across her lips, he felt his cock quiver and begin to harden. He puckered his lips as if in a whistle, and looked away. The trouble was, he looked across at Marsha, who widened her eyes briefly in a significant gesture. Then his rod really got hard, as he thought of the delights in store for him that night.

He had to sit over his dessert for a long time, forcing his mind to other things until his tool relaxed enough for him to get up and leave the dining hall without looking as if he had a sawed-off baseball bat sticking out the front of his shorts. As he walked past the campers' tables, his glance crossed a pair of mischievous green eyes gleaming in a pale freckled face. Carol was giving him the eye, too. His cock began to rise again, and he hurried out of the building and up to his cabin.