John Romero - Coed camp

She gave it a quick, wet suck, then rose gracefully. Patting him playfully on his bare ass, she said, "Let's have at least one glass of wine."

They sat side by side on the edge of the bed, a glass of wine in one hand, their free arms about each other. The well chilled wine tingled in Dan's mouth, giving him an idea. With a fresh mouthful of the cold liquid, he bent over and took one of Marsha's strawberry nipples in his mouth, carefully so as not to let the wine trickle past his lips. She shuddered and gave a little squeal of pleasure at the exciting sensation. He tongued her nipple, then swallowed the wine, sucking on her nipple at the same time. She squealed again.

"You know, Danny boy," she said as his head came up again, "you just scored a first. At this rate you'll soon be the teacher. Here. Let me try that."

She took a mouthful of wine and knelt in front of him, between his parted legs. Holding her lips carefully pursed, she slid them tightly over the crimson knob of his swollen cock. His asshole fluttered at the tickle of the cold liquid over his cock, sloshed around by her tongue. He put his hand firmly on top of her head, and she went up and down on him, taking in at least half of his tool on each stroke.

For a while he thought she was going to finish him off. She was obviously excited by the feel of his huge cockhead sliding against her throat, together with the taste of the wine. But before he started his preliminary throbs, she came off with a final hard suck.

"You really turn me on, Danny," she said, draining her wine glass. "I could probably come, just sucking on that magnificent work of art." Then she added, "Why not?"

She slid past him to the middle of the bed and stretched her body out on the blue spread, not with her head on the pillow, but far down toward the middle. "Get on me, lover," she said.

Dan started to get between her spread thighs, but she shook her head no. "Turn around," she directed, her hands caressing his ass.

He caught on then. This would be a first for him, he thought, as he faced around over her, his knees on either side of her head. He lowered his face to her love-mound, and she widened her thighs some more. He felt her hands go around his hips and pull him down until his cock slid into her parted lips. He pushed his own hands under her ass, then reached up with his fingers between her warm smooth thighs and spread the lips of her pussy.

The musky scent of her special perfume mingled with the woman-smell of her cunt, exciting him as he began to explore inside her love-lips with his tongue. As he brushed across her clit, he felt her body shudder and her lips tightened around his cock head. Then he went to work, searching every part of the inside of her pussy with his tongue, while her head bobbed up from the bed to swallow more and more of his rigid shaft. The juice began to run out of her cunt, trickling down the crack of her ass and the inside of her thighs. He pulled his tongue out of her slit to lick it off. When he ran his tongue into her asshole, she jerked so hard that for a moment he was sure she had swallowed the entire length of his throbbing dong.

Once she pulled her mouth off him with a loud sucking smack and let out a sharp little cry and he knew she had started coming. Almost frantically she grabbed his swinging cock again and stuffed it into her mouth, sucking on it strongly as her lips slid up and down the shaft.

Dan thrust his tongue into her love-slit even deeper and twisted it around, coming back up against her stiff little clit. Again she broke away from his cock and yelped, a funny little sound. But she got him in her mouth again, her head whipping from side to side as her spasms increased, causing her mouth to jerk his hard tool from side to side as if she would tear it out with her lips and teeth. He pressed his lips down tighter and sucked on her clit, and she really went crazy. Her ass jerked up against him in short, hard thrusts and he felt her pussy muscles contracting against his tongue. And all the while a series of moans and cries welled up in her throat, to be muffled and, blocked by the head of his cock which she had now swallowed right down against the base of her tongue.

Dan couldn't hold back much longer, nor did he want to. He pressed his hips down, mashing right against her, forcing his cock far down her throat in long thrusts. He felt the tight constriction of her throat yield under the force of his irresistible pressure, and then her lips were licking at the very base of his long rod. Her ass continued to vibrate up and down as his tongue kept licking away at her clit. He nearly went out of his mind from the sensation of her swallowing his whole cock.

But he had enough reason left to know that if he came with the head of his cock shoved so far down her throat, she would strangle on the load. So he backed his tool out until no more than half of it went in on his thrusts. She felt the quivering signals running through his balls which she clutched in one hand, and she sucked even harder. Dan's body jerked as he came, quivering hard as each surge of jism blasted through his shaft to cream the inside of her mouth. She swallowed greedily, sucking faster on his spurting love-stick as the load spent itself.

Exhausted, he rolled over on his side, still with his head between her thighs, and his cock still held securely in her mouth. Her tongue continued to lap around and across the head of his cock until it got so sensitive that he thought he would jump out of the bed. She finally turned it loose when it dwindled into softness.

They dragged themselves wearily around, resting their heads side by side on the pillows. But even in exhaustion, their hands kept fondling each other's body.

Marsha sighed. "Now I know what a sword-swallower feels like," she murmured. "Darling, how long is that weapon of yours?"

"I dunno," Dan said.

She squeezed it, a soft shrunken thing now. "Well, it wouldn't do any good to measure it now," she laughed.

During the fourth week of camp a new counselor came in, a college freshman who had just finished up a short summer school course back home.

"Andy's our relief man, mainly," Jerry Stein explained when he introduced the young man at dinner to the other counselors.

The midseason slump had begun to set in, and experienced camp director that he was, Jerry Stein knew what to do about it. Give the counselors a bit of freedom.

"You take off tomorrow after lunch, Dan," Stein said. "Go into the village, see a movie, drink some beer, forget about the camp for a few hours."

As he was leaving the tennis courts the next morning, Dan was surprised to see Annabelle Faulkner come galloping up on a horse. The slim blonde might look languid on the ground, but she sure knew how to ride a horse, Dan noted. Her long hair strung out behind her and her blue-green eyes shone brightly from the exercise of her ride and the wind in her face. She sat in the saddle as if she were a part of it, her body moving in the same graceful rhythm as the horse.

"Why howdy, Miz Magnolia," Dan greeted her as she pulled the horse to a halt beside him.

"Now, don't you start pickin' on me, Dan," she drawled. She slipped out of the saddle and dropped lightly beside him. Annabelle was quite tall, he noticed. He had never been this close to her before. "I want to ask a favor of you."

"Anything, ma'am," he imitated her drawl.

She reached up and tapped him lightly on the cheek. "You stop it, now. I need to pick up some things at the drugstore in the village, so I wonder if I could go in with you after lunch. Maisie Cole promised to keep an eye on my cabin, and Mr. Stein said it would be okay."

"Great," Dan said. "I'll be glad for you to go in with me. You know my little car. I'll be at the parking lot at one-thirty."