John Romero - Coed camp

Braced on his elbows, Dan clamped his hands on her heaving tits and shoved. The slick walls of her cunt were tight around him, but he rammed harder and felt the constrictions giving way before his lunging cock.

"Ohhhhh!" she groaned as the head hit bottom, but she still kept her legs clamped tightly about him and her ass worked up and down.

He squeezed her solid tits harder and her head rocked from side to side. "Oh, fuck me, honey, fuck me good!" she moaned.

She kept moaning and her body kept jerking and Dan was never sure when she was coming-or if she ever stopped. But she wasn't about to turn him loose. Her heels drummed on his ass, and her own tense little ass kept bouncing up off the table to pull more of his cock into her. His plunging piston made a sloshing sound as it slid in and out of her dripping cunt.

He lost all track of time. It began to seem that he had fucked her for hours, and still she kept driving her ass up at him, pulling him into her on his down strokes. She was hot-and tireless. Repeated orgasms shook her frame, and fresh cries broke from her lips, when they weren't pressed against his as she tongued him into an excitement equal to her own. Finally her legs relaxed slowly from about him, and slid down to the table top.

"Please come, sugah," she pleaded. "I'm just about worn plumb out."

"Let's make it at a gallop," he said, clamping his hands onto her shoulders and driving his cock into her with long hard lunges that threatened to pound her through the table.

But she gathered enough energy to ride him. She braced her heels against the wooden table top and heaved her muscular little ass up at him as hard and fast as he drove at her. Each time he buried his cock right up to the balls and she grunted from the impact, but she kept on.

"Now, honey, now," she pleaded as she started to come again herself.

He let his load go then, and it felt as if a high-pressure hose had suddenly broken loose, his jism spurted through with such force.

"Aaaaa!" Annabelle wailed so loud that he would have worried about all the noise, except that he was so carried away with his own ecstatic spasms. As each charge pulsed through his cock, he rammed it home to the very bottom of her love-channel. Annabelle kept coming with him, but her wails grew weaker. Dan finally gasped to a finish, feeling as if he had just lost a wrestling match as well as being thoroughly fucked.

Both of them were bathed in sweat. They lay gasping, absolutely beat, but his cock was still more than half hard, and her greedy cunt still clutched it. Her hands roamed listlessly up and down his back.

"Sugah," she grunted, "you're mashing me to death. Please get off me."

With an effort he forced himself up off her, and rolled over beside her, flat on his back, his chest heaving with his heavy breathing.

"I sure thought I was gonna have to holler for the calf rope," she said weakly. "Now I know what it is to be really fucked."

He grinned. "And now 1 know what you mean to screw ourselves silly. I feel silly."

"But good," she said happily.

"Very good," he agreed.

Dan stood looking at the bulletin board outside the main office. He saw that he and Andy, the new counselor, were scheduled to lead a hike up to the top of Old Craggy, the small mountain about four miles away. Jerry Stein would replace him that morning on the tennis courts.

Buddy Young and Sonya Plummer, the waterfront counselors, came up and stood beside him, studying the bulletin.

"So you're playing Daniel Boone today, Dan," Sonya laughed. "Don't let any of the little imps scalp you."

Dan turned and gave her a smile. Like Buddy, Sonya was rather short and a little on the stocky side, but in her swim suit which she wore most of the time she revealed a well-shaped body. Her auburn hair which she wore cut short and her deep suntan gave her a very interesting appearance. She stood very close to Buddy, and Dan was positive that they were making out. Thinking of Annabelle and the night before, he groaned silently and put his hand to his back. He wondered if there was anybody in the camp who wasn't making out.

After breakfast he went back to the bulletin board to wait for the hikers. Andy joined him. Dan greeted his partner and silently sized him up. If anybody was missing out at Camp Arrowhead, it would be the lanky, innocent-looking Andy. But he had only been there a couple of days; give him a couple more.

"We'll draw a handful of the smallest kids," Dan predicted. "The bigger campers go for other stuff-horses and swimming and boating."

He was right. About a dozen twelve- and thirteen-year-old boys and girls soon gathered around him and Andy. They had been issued sandwiches and fruit by Mrs. Rogers at the dining hall. There was a spring on top of Old Craggy, so they would have lunch up there. Then Dan did a double-take. Carol had joined the group, and her green eyes were gleaming at him mischievously. Her red head stood above most of the other hikers. She gave him a wicked wink.

"Okay, team, let's go," Dan called out, and he and Andy led off across the parking lot and past the tennis courts. As they passed the players on the courts, he noticed that Mona Culpeper was there, practicing against Stein. In her snug, brief white shorts and tight knit shirt she looked damn good, Dan reflected. She waved toward the group, and Dan waved back.

The two men walked slowly to accommodate the youngsters, about evenly matched between boys and girls. As they passed through the deepening forest, the youngsters constantly stopped to gather wild flowers or throw rocks at anything that moved.

"This place is just like a park," Andy remarked, looking about at the dense mixture of pines and firs and broadleaved hardwoods.

"Sherwood Forest, my merry man." Dan grinned at him. "Don't you feel just like Robin Hood?"

Andy laughed. "Come on, gang," he called to the loiterers. "We've got to get to the top of Old Craggy by lunchtime."

Dan had glanced around a few times at the trooping youngsters to see how Carol was doing among the smaller kids. He still couldn't figure what was in her mind, although he was sure she hadn't tagged along just for fun and games with the kids. But she casually avoided coming near him, staying toward the end of the straggling group.

On the last mile of the trail to the mountain the way became a bit tougher, rising at a considerably steeper angle, and getting much rockier and more barren. The thick-leaved shade of tall maples and other broadleaved trees gave away to more pines, not so thickly bunched. Suddenly Dan heard a sharp cry of pain from behind.

He wheeled around instantly and hurried back down, almost turning his ankle on the baseball-size rocks in the trail. Some of the youngsters were circled around the camper on the ground. It was Carol, her pale freckled face twisted in a grimace of agony as she clutched her ankle.

"What happened?" Dan asked anxiously.

"My ankle," she groaned. "I turned it on a rock and sprained it."

"Here." He leaned down and slipped an arm around her and under her arms. "Let's see if you can get up."

She leaned on him heavily, and he practically lifted her entire weight. She tested her weight on the injured ankle and collapsed against him again. "Ooooh!" she cried again. "I can't stand on it."

"Andy!" Dan called to the other counselor. "You go ahead with the hikers. It's a small group and you can take care of them. I'll take Carol back to the infirmary and get this ankle fixed up."

"Right," the lanky youth said cheerfully. "Come on, gang. Continue the march." And the others trailed behind him as he led off again, though some of them looked back to watch the hurt girl until they were out of sight.

Dan knelt and slipped an arm under her arms and the other under her knees and lifted her up. Her thin young frame weighed next to nothing, so he started carrying her back down the trail. She put an arm tightly around his neck, and her hard little tit pressed against him through her thin Camp Arrowhead T-shirt. Dan glanced down and saw a nub sticking out where her nipple was beginning to harden. Naturally the little devil had on no bra. Then he looked into her eyes and green mischief gleamed in them.