John Romero - Coed camp

After he had carried her about two hundred yards, she suddenly said, "Put me down, coach." He eased her down carefully, but she sprang out of his arms, landing lightly on both feet. "Come on," she said, and led him off the trail and through a dense thicket of bushes and trees.

In a minute or less she stooped and pushed through a particularly heavy-leaved cluster of tall shrubs. Dan followed her and found himself standing in a small opening about ten feet in diameter, completely screened by trees and shrubs. The ground was smooth and level, with a thin layer of leaves and pine needles.

"You little faker!" he exclaimed.

She gave him a cute grin, then reached around and pulled a blanket out of a hiding place behind a tree. "I found this place the other day when some of us came up here," she said, spreading the blanket on the ground. "Isn't it great?"

"You're great," he laughed, and held out his arms.

He had to bend down to kiss her, but she was so light that he simply raised her up off her feet. Her arms squeezed tightly about his neck and her lips played over his while her tongue licked deliciously along his lips and inside his mouth. He felt her tits jamming against his chest like tennis balls, and his cock began to harden.

"Let me down," she said impatiently.

He released her and stood watching her as she whipped the T-shirt up over her head. He shook his head at her incredibly thin waist and slim shoulders that made her little boobs appear to be larger than they actually were. Just as quickly she unsnapped her shorts and slid them down her slender legs. No panties either, he saw. Naked, her hips seemed to be a bit more developed. At least, she was developed enough to have a fair-sized bush of bright orange hair between her legs.

She threw herself against him again, reaching up for a kiss. This time her lips were more urgent, demanding, as she tongued deeper into his mouth and squeezed her small hands against the back of his neck. Dan cupped a hand over her tit and massaged it, rubbing his palm over the nipple.

"Let me look at the merchandise," he teased, pushing her away from him. This was quite a different scene, broad glaring daylight after his other action in pitch darkness. She stood for him to admire her, and his eyes took in the coppery red hair which streamed far down her narrow shoulders, the impish little face, the slender body which widened surprisingly at the hips, then tapered down again in long straight legs. The nipple of the tit he had not handled was tiny, about the size of a pencil eraser. But the one he had fondled was still swollen into a pink erection like a small unripe cherry. He leaned down and took it in his mouth, while his arm went about her and his hand caressed her hard little ass. As he tongued and sucked the nipple, she ran her fingers through his hair and her breath came faster.

"Come on, coach," she said. "Get with me."

Dan let her go and pulled off his own clothes, dropping them beside hers just off the spread blanket. She sat down cross-legged facing him and he sat beside her, his side to her. His tool was half-hard. Her green eyes fixed on it hungrily and she reached her hand for it. Under her skillful manipulation it quickly rose into a full hard-on, throbbing under her squeezing hands. She began to pump it.

"Take it easy, you little firecracker," Dan said, putting a restraining hand on her moving wrists. "Take your time, Let's enjoy this."

"I'm enjoying it," she said, but she slowed down.

With her thighs spread in her cross-legged position, he looked right into her golden-orange bush of pubic hair, and he could see her narrow slit through the fine hair. He reached over and trailed his middle finger along the soft outer lips of her pussy.

"Honey, you're wet already," he exclaimed.

"Don't I know it," she returned. "You turn me on, coach. I get my cookies just looking at you." Sure enough, as he continued to stroke his finger just inside her hot little slit, she gripped her lower lip between her teeth and her head jerked back as her little frame spasmed lightly a few times.

Dan could hardly believe that any girl could get it off that fast. But her eyes resting on his now had a satisfied glow, and a smile curled her lips. "Number one," she said in a pleased voice.

Dan took his hand away and leaned back on his elbows, half-lying on the soft blanket. His hard-on slapped against his belly, rose and slapped again as it throbbed comfortably from the blood surging through its swollen length. Carol moved over closer, her knees pressing into his side as she still kept her cross-legged position, but now she leaned over him. Her long red hair glittered in the bright sunlight as it fell across her shoulders, then trailed along his belly and thighs as she lowered her head toward his cock.

Following his order to take it easy, she held his cock lightly in one hand, sliding the skin down so that the head reared like an angry snake's head. She stabbed her tongue tip into the little hole of his cock, and he quivered at the sensation. This kid had really learned some tricks somewhere. Then she opened her mouth wide and took in just the head. She held it for a moment, her cheeks hollowed in with the powerful suction she put on it. Then she popped her mouth off it with a loud smack.

"You bubble-gum kids," he grumbled good naturedly.

She looked at him and grinned. "Don't you like that, coach?"

"I like that," he said, reaching over to squeeze her tit.

Her head went down again. This time she took another inch or so of his cock into her mouth, and slid up and down slowly while her hand squeezed his balls gently. Dan felt the preliminary juice oozing out of his cock. Carol felt it too, and came off his cock, but thrust her tongue out to lick the head. She tickled around the rim with the tip of her tongue, and Dan's ass quivered. Then she went down on it again, slowly sliding a little more of the thick shaft into her mouth each time she bobbed down on it.

Dan watched in fascination, wondering just how much of his long cock she could manage in that small face of hers. But she barely got to the midway point before she had to come up for air. He pulled her over to him, stretching her out alongside him. Instead of getting on top of her, he lay on his side and pulled her flat belly tight against his own, while his hard-on rested locked between her warm thighs, the top of his shaft pressing hard against the outer lips of her cunt.

It felt strange, he reflected, pressing her almost tiny body against him and getting all worked up, after riding the large firm cushions of Marsha's splendid body, and the equally solid curves of Norma. But like long slim Annabelle, little Carol had solid excitement in her pint-size frame. And she was burning with eagerness. He kissed her, and there was nothing childlike about what she did with her lips and tongue. The kid had a lot of experience, or a lot of imagination.

He caressed her ass with his hand and moved his lips back and forth a little, riding his rigid dong between her legs, against her oozing cunt. She matched his movements, hunching her hips forward to ride along his pole. They rubbed against each other like that for several minutes, and suddenly Carol jerked against him violently and her body twitched through another orgasm. "Number two," she gasped, gradually subsiding to rest quietly against him.

"You really come like a bunny rabbit," he marveled, stroking her beautiful hair.

She smiled up at him, then leaned upward to kiss him. She pushed him over onto his back again and rose up on her knees beside him. "I told you I was going to really score on your body," she said. "Just wait."

She reached for her shorts, fumbled in the pocket, and brought out a tiny tube. Unscrewing the cap, she pointed the tube down over the head of Dan's cock and squeezed out a stream of clear petrolatum. She squeezed it all out, then spread it up and down his shaft and especially on the head. Juicy as she was already, Carol was taking no chances on failing again to ride all the way on his big cock.