John Romero - Coed camp

"That's good, baby," he sighed as she squeezed gently on the painfully swollen globes. The ache was going away, and a delightful feeling was replacing it. Angie's hands were learning quickly, as she seemed to sense what pressures and what strokes pleased him most.

Her own excitement was increasing too. Dan reached a hand up and squeezed on her tit, and her breath got quicker and more nervous.

"Lean over here, honey," he whispered.

Without pausing with her busy hand she leaned her head over against his chest. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress down from the neck, down to her waist, as far as it would go. Then, his hands trembling, he unsnapped her bra behind. The tight band popped apart under the tension of her full young breasts and her excited breathing.

She turned loose his cock with one hand, still pumping with the other, and slid her dress down off one shoulder, then alternated hands and slid it off the other. Her large round tits swung out into the moonlight, the nipples visibly swelling and extending.

"Oh!" she gasped as Dan's hands clamped over first one and then the other, squeezing the spongy firmness of them. Then his fingers kneaded the stiffening nipples and she gasped again.

Her hands moved faster, pumping his cock harder as her own excitement heightened, and her ass squirmed against the seat almost frantically now. The position was awkward, but Dan twisted about and slid a hand up along her thigh. Her squirming had shoved her mini-skirt all the way up to her hips, exposing her flimsy nylon panties. He slowly moved his hand toward the inside of her thigh, and she let her legs move apart.

The touch of her hot silky flesh nearly drove him up off the glider, and for a moment he was tempted to roll her over and pull her panties off and shove his throbbing cock into her squirming pussy. But he figured it would be smarter to play it safe and settle for the hand-job, rather than get her mad and miss out entirely. With one hand caressing her tit, he moved the other hand all the way up between her hot, humid thighs.

Angie's panties were good and wet. He gently stroked her pussy through the thin nylon, feeling the wetness of her juicy lips and the crispness of her bush. She had a lot of hair over that thing, he noticed. He slid a finger along the crevice between the soft lips, and her squirming became rhythmic, pushing against his finger. Her strokes on his cock were long and hard and regular, and he felt that he would be coming very soon. The ache had long gone from his balls, and the twinges he felt there now were flickers of ecstasy as he felt his load building up.

Angie's head was now tilted back. Her eyes were closed and her lips were wide apart as little moans flowed up from her throat. Dan leaned over and took one of her nipples in his mouth, squeezing it between his lips and tonguing it. Her moans got louder and her fingers tightened even more around his cock. With the hand between her legs he reached up to the top of her low-waisted bikini panties and pulled downward, then slipped the hand inside to thrust his fingers through the rich, crisp hair over her pussy.

His hand was instantly wet, so juicy was her love-hole. Carefully he eased a finger between the soft outer lips and stroked up and down, and her hip movements became almost frantic as they got faster. So did her hand movements on his cock.

Before he could really get a finger into her pussy, Dan felt himself coming. He leaned back in the glider and spread his legs wide apart. He reached in his pocket for a handkerchief.

"I'm coming, honey!" he gasped.

Angie straightened up to see what was happening, still pumping away hard and fast. The first spurt of creamy jism shot up into the air, arcing high and out from Dan's cock to land on the patio six feet away.

"Oh!" Angie exclaimed, trying to point the stiff rod farther away. It kept jetting out spurts of cream, splattering shorter distances away on the cement floor as the banked-up pressure in his balls lessened, to be replaced with a sensation of delightful relief. Finally the last charge jolted out, just missing his feet.

Without being told, Angie took the handkerchief from his hand and began to wipe off his still-rigid cock. Some drops of jism bubbled out through the head, so she milked upward on the shaft, squeezing all of it out. Then she wiped it dry.

She held it in her hand a while longer, watching it and feeling the stiffness beginning to go out of it.

"Oh, honey, that was wonderful," Dan said. "I feel like a million bucks now."

She leaned over and kissed him, her lips soft and her breath hot and passionate. Then she sat up and began to hook up her bra. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Dan Acres," she said. "You're a very naughty boy."

But he could tell that she had been quite thrilled by it all, too. His cock was now relaxed enough to stuff back inside his pants. He zipped up, then reached over to pull Angie into his arms. Maybe, he thought, after a while we might really make it.

Angie, however, had different ideas. "It's time for you to go home and get some sleep," she said, gently pushing him away. "You've got to get an early start; it's a long drive, and right now it's way past midnight."

She put her arms about his neck and gave him another kiss, a passionate tongue kiss; then she pushed him away firmly. "Go home now, lover."

Relaxed and content, Dan went.

Dan was hot, tired, and irritated by the time he pulled into Camp Arrowhead the next afternoon.

"Where the hell have you been?" demanded Jerry Stein, the husky camp director. Jerry was also head tennis coach at Sherwood College, down in Connecticut. That was how Dan had been hired as a counselor for Camp Arrowhead; he was on the varsity team at Sherwood. The summer job, Jerry had assured him, would be a gravy train, fun and frolic and profit. Dan was Stein's number-one player, but right now he didn't seem to be the number-one boy.

The stocky ex-marine ran an impatient hand through his crew cut, graying hair. "Dammit, the Old Man was here at noon to give his annual pep talk to the staff. He wanted to know where you were."

"Sorry, coach," said Dan, trying to conceal his own irritation. He liked Stein a lot, and he was sorry to upset him, particularly at the beginning of a summer job like this. "I started out early enough, but my tires are running thin, so before I even got up to Albany, one of them blew. I was stuck on the freeway for more than an hour, trying to change the tire. Like a nut, I'd let my jack get rusty, and couldn't make it work. A truck driver finally stopped and helped me. Then I had to stop off at the next town to get the tire repaired. Didn't dare risk running all the way up here without a spare."

Stein glanced at the setting sun, and grunted. "Well, no great harm done. You can be sweet and diplomatic with the Old Man when you see him. He'll be on hand this weekend to make a welcoming impression on the kids and their parents coming in."

He looked more closely at the tall young man. "Say, you do look bushed. Have you had any chow?"

"Just a sandwich late this morning," Dan said.

"Well, go on over to the mess-hall-sorry, dining room. They're setting up things; they'll be able to give you a glass of milk and a sandwich, or a bowl of something. That ought to hold you until dinner-about six-thirty." He looked at his wristwatch. "It's four-thirty now. Then come on up to the main office and I'll assign you a cabin. Tomorrow I'll work your ass off."

Dan had to grin at the tough-talking coach, tired as he was. He knew the older man had a great affection for him, and he had a tremendous respect for Stein.

"Okay, coach. See you in a while." He climbed back into his aging MG sports car and tooled slowly in the direction of the spacious frame dining hall down by the lake.