John Romero - Coed camp

"Joe," Stein said, the moment the sound of the car died away in the distance, "would you and Maisie go out and sort of keep things under control for a few minutes? I want to talk to the younger counselors for a few minutes."

"Right, Jerry," Joe said, and he and his pleasantly plump wife hurried out to keep the camp operating.

Without a word, Stein turned toward the door to his bedroom and nodded for the others to follow. Once they were all inside, in the dimness of the curtained room, Annabelle and Andy looked at each other and started giggling, slapping their hands over their mouths to stifle the louder laughs that bubbled up,

"Quiet! Quiet!" the director cautioned, but his face wore a relaxed grin now, "Hold these, Marsha." He tossed her a stack of paper cups, Then he reached under the pillow on his bed and pulled out a bottle of brandy. He poured about two fingers into each cup as Marsha held them out for him, passing them along till everybody held one.

"To our success," Stein said, raising his cup.

"To success," they all echoed, and tossed the drinks down.

Then the pall of terror was scattered and they began laughing and chattering, all at once.

"Imagine," Buddy chuckled, "old C-C threatening to tell Pete's dad about his hanky-panky. From what I've heard about Peter Mordant senior, the two of them will laugh their fannies off over the whole thing."

Sonya moved close against Buddy, so that their shoulders and hips pressed.

"He was getting bored with the camp, anyway," Marsha said.

"Oh, I don't know about that," drawled Annabelle. "He had some cute stunts thought up to keep himself entertained." Her zany sense of humor had bobbed to the surface immediately, now that the threats were gone.

Stein handed the envelope containing the magazines back to Annabelle. Then he said, "I'd better get a letter off to Mrs. Culpeper in Spain," and gave Dan a quick wink.

"Okay gang, back to work." He tossed his paper cup into a wastebasket and opened the door to the outer office.

"Wait for me at the stables this afternoon," Dan whispered in Annabelle's ear as they pressed out the door together.

She gave a quick nod of her head, and hurried off to her cabin.

The whole atmosphere of the camp had changed in a matter of minutes, Dan realized, as he headed for the tennis courts for a few minutes of practice before lunch. The place was beautiful, a lovely camp with a huge lake on one side and a dense forest all around. He breathed deeply of the fresh air. Jesus! he thought suddenly, and only two weeks left.

When he finished with his tennis classes that afternoon, he tucked his racket under his arm and ambled over in the direction of the stables and leaned against the trunk of a tall shady tree. From there he could see the campers returning from their horseback rides. He watched until the horses had been unsaddled and put in their stalls, and the last camper darted away to whatever pleasures they were going to. Then he went up to the stables.

The smell of sweaty horses and leather and the fragrant scent of alfalfa and hay hit his nostrils in a tangy mixture. He found Annabelle, her blue jeans tight across her slim hips and ass as she bent over to pick up a saddle and heave it across the rack. She was a damn strong female, for all her lazy slim build, he reflected.

"Watch that position, honey-chile," he said, walking up behind her.

"Hey!" she straightened up and whirled around. "Don't scare me like that." But she came hurrying into his arms and pressed close against him. "Isn't it wonderful now, sugah?" she said happily. "I feel like I just got back into paradise." Then she untangled herself from his arms, and took him by the hand. "Come on. We don't have a lot of time before dinner.

She led him inside the tack room, among all the saddles and bridles and halters, and closed the door behind them, sliding a huge wooden beam through some iron braces to lock it against anything short of an elephant charge. A broken bale of hay was in a comer.

"Spread that, honey," she said, and she picked up some blankets from a crib and unfolded them.

Dan spread a layer of hay on the wooden floor and Annabelle laid some blankets over the top of it. She dropped down on the blankets to unzip her high riding boots. Dan undressed more quickly. He only had on a T-shirt and tennis shorts and his jock shorts underneath. Annabelle's working costume included a bra and a pair of frothy green panties. But they were soon off her impatient frame and piled on the floor on top of the other clothes.

"Come here, lover," she said, lying on her back and holding up her imploring arms.

Dan dropped down beside her, and leaning over her, he began kissing her slim shapely body all over. Her strawberry nipples sprang erect in his mouth as he kissed and tongued first one and then the other. Holding a hand over j one of her tits, he moved his head on down her smooth body, flicking his tongue along her stomach and into her belly button, and then along her thighs.

Annabelle moaned with desire as his lips went up and down inside her thighs, and her long legs writhed from side to side, then spread wider on the blankets.

"Come on, lover," she begged again, and Dan cut short his caresses and moved up alongside the passionate blonde. She was eager already, and his cock had risen to almost full erection. Her hand reached down and seized it as he positioned himself between her legs.

Bracing with her heels and her shoulders, she raised her ass off the blankets to make a better target for his cock which she still held firmly. It was rock-hard now, the head swollen into a smooth egg like knob. Some juice seeped out of it and ran down over her hand as she guided the head against her oozing cunt. She slid the head up and down inside her love-lips a few times to get it good and lubricated. Then pulling it to her, she thrust her strong little ass up hard until her cunt closed over Dan's cockhead. He rode down with her as she lowered her ass to the blanket, pushing in more of his dong, and she shivered with ecstasy as she felt the big shaft sliding all the way up into her channel, the round head forcing its way through her tight hole.

Unable to wait, she started heaving her hips rhythmically, sliding her juicy cunt lips up and down his cock, and Dan moved into her rhythm, riding his cock down into her cunt as she shoved it up to him. She opened her blue-green eyes wide and stared into Dan's brown eyes. A heavenly smile brightened her face so that it seemed to glow. He clamped a hand on one of her tits and caressed it and squeezed it and her mouth opened in soundless cries. Her lips quivered and the rhythm of her surging ass broke into a more jerky movement, and then she arched her head back sharply.

"Oh, Da-a-a-a-n!" she quavered as she started to come. "Oh, lover, you saved my life." The big spasms hit her then and her long blonde hair whipped about her face as she threw her head from side to side in the grip of ecstasy.

Dan held back his own load. He simply wasn't ready to come yet. But he drove his cock into her faster and deeper to keep her coming for a long time. He slowed down when her broken gasps told him that she had blown her load. He held her shuddering body close and kissed her tenderly while she gradually relaxed. After a while she looked into his eyes again, and her smile was beautiful.

"Oh, Dan, that was marvelous," she said. "You're marvelous. And I love your big marvelous dick." Then she suddenly realized that it was still in her, wedging her cunt apart with its bigness. "Honey! You didn't come? You didn't get your goodies with me? I'm so sorry. Honest I am." The concern on her face was genuine. "Just give me a few minutes to get my breath good and we'll take care of that overgrown thing."

But Dan wasn't actually aching for release. It had felt good fucking Annabelle, even. if he hadn't got his rocks off. And anyway, he had an idea he might be called on that night for some more action.