John Romero - Coed camp

"That's okay, honey-chile," he said, kissing her. "I'm, okay. Anyway, we've got a couple of weeks yet. We can screw ourselves silly in that time."

"You're sure?" Her eyes were wide with sincerity.

"I'm sure." He slid his still-swollen cock out of her cunt, and she sighed. He stood up, and his tool reared in the air, the head crimson and furious-looking.

Annabelle rose up on her knees and held it in her hands. "I'll get you later, you beautiful thing," she said, and took it deep into her mouth and sucked it a moment. Then she licked it up and down the shaft and patted it on the sensitive head. "Later," she said again.

Dan dressed and left the stables first. Even though the little monster was no longer lurking around with his cameras, they still had to be discreet. There was still some time before dinner. He took a shower and dressed, and then he scribbled a note on a small square of paper.

"All hell has broken loose. I'11 explain at our beach tonight."

He folded the paper into a stamp-sized square and tucked it in the pocket of his shorts.

As he stepped out of his cabin and started down to the dining hall, Stein came across the grounds from his office and intercepted him. Reaching in his pocket, the director fished out a coin. "Heads or tails?" he said with a grin. "To see who visits the infirmary tonight."

Dan patted his friend on the shoulder. "Age before beauty, coach. You pay your respects tonight. I'll go another time. Anyway, I've got certain obligations to fulfill elsewhere."

"Ah, youth!" Stein sighed kiddingly.

They went down to the dining hall together.

During the meal Dan finally caught Norma's eye. She was coming out of the kitchen with a tray of dessert for the counselors' table. She didn't smile, and he could see that she was plenty pissed off at him. Well, hell, no wonder, he had to admit, it had been several days-or rather, nights-since he had come down to see her. But he was sure the note would do the trick. He sure hoped so. He was beginning to feel sorry that he hadn't gone ahead and pumped off his load in Annabelle's tight cunt. His cock wasn't exactly hard, but the rim of the head, rubbing against his underwear, was extremely sensitive.

He held the folded square of paper between his fingers so that it wouldn't be noticed by his companions at the table, then he casually lifted his hand in such a way that Norma had to see it-if she looked at him again. She shot another glare at him from across the table as she placed a dish of custard in front of Andy who sat opposite him. Dan flicked his hand so that she could see the note, and he saw with relief that curiosity replaced her anger. He dropped his hand behind him.

Norma came around to his side, and as she put his dessert in front of him, she let her tit brush against his shoulder, at the same time deftly picking the note out of his hand.

When his youngsters finally got to sleep that night, he hurried across the camp yard down to the dining hall, and turned left along the lake shore. Norma was waiting for him at the little beach. "Baby!" he exclaimed joyously, and seizing her in his arms he squeezed her delightful curves hard against him.

She raised her head for a kiss, and he could tell by her tongue action and her writhing lips that she was too hot and eager to hold a grudge. She had even brought a blanket and a towel, and the blanket was spread on the narrow strip of sand. They sat down and he fondled her big spongy tit through her T-shirt while he told her about the blackmail scheme of Pete Mordant.

"You mean he got a picture of us?" she exclaimed, more titillated than angry. "How? when?"

Dan remembered the night he had thought a flash of lightning came, when they were fucking in the kitchen. That had to be it, a flashlight shot.

"Was it a good picture, Dan?" she asked.

He laughed. "It was an excellent picture. How about a repeat performance."

She suddenly shoved him over on the blanket on his back and straddled him. "I think I'll just rape you, man," she said in her sexy, throaty voice. "I really have missed having that joystick of yours in me. Come on, man, let's get those pants off." She slid her ass down over his legs, pulling his shorn off at the same time.

That was all he was wearing this time, and his cock sprang up half erect. She leaned forward and seized it in her mouth, and her teeth rubbed back and forth across the rim, already sensitive.

"Take it easy, you little cannibal," he exclaimed softly. "Don't bite that off. Come on, get your shorts off."

She whipped her T-shirt off and dropped her shorts on top of it. She kicked them to one side. Then she straddled Dan again, her back to him. He felt his cock gripped in her hand and the head of it being rubbed through her crispy bush of cunt hair. As soon as it was rigid enough, she set the head against the tight inner lips of her cunt hole and began easing her ass down on him. Her pussy was well saturated with impatient juice, and he slipped in with comparative ease through the snug, velvety tunnel. After several rides up and down his shaft, going a little deeper each time, Norma sank down completely on it, her quivering asshole twitching in his pubic hair and the lips of her pussy gripping the very base of his cock.

"Oh, daddy, you're home again," she moaned happily, and with a little humming song to furnish the rhythm, she began a slow easy ride on his still expanding cock. One hand played with his balls, and the other rested behind her on his chest as she glided up and down, singing happily.

Dan got a lock on his dong so he wouldn't come right away, then relaxed and looked up at the moonlight shining off Norma's close-cropped hair and her gleaming bare shoulders. What a life, he thought. And just a couple of nights before he was worried for fear he'd never enjoy this girl's sweet body again.

Her song changed, and she leaned as far back against him as she could. The new angle made a different part of her pussy rub along the thick ropelike blood vessel on the underside of his turgid cock, and her breath came faster, together with little cries of delight. She arched her supple body back far enough for Dan to reach his hands around her and seize her grapefruit-size tits and squeeze them. He let her nipples, thrusting out like thimbles, slide between his fingers, and they got even harder. It felt as if his cock was still growing, too.

"Oh, lover-man, I want to look at you," Norma said. She shifted her body around, carefully pivoting on his rigid cock like a horseshoe stake, taking care not to dislodge it from its tight, deep seat in her. Finally she was around, and the strange twisting and turning on his cock had got Dan really worked up. He grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her down against him. Her legs straightened out and he rolled over, coming up on top of her.

"Hang on, honey," he grunted, "cause I'm gonna drive you right into this sand."

"Shoot the peter to me, daddy," she sang. "Give me all you've got."

Feeling as if a double charge had built up in his balls, the one he'd missed out on that afternoon and the one now, Dan gripped Norma's shoulders securely and began a series of long, hard strokes, each one slamming the head of his cock so deep in her squeezing pussy that she grunted loudly. Her firm round ass served as a perfect cushion for the solid thuds banging her against the blanket.

"Don't stop now, man," she moaned in his ear. Her excitement picked up and she arched up to meet his thrusts, her big smooth thighs tensing with each upward spring of her ass.

"Here it comes, baby," he gasped and clamped his lips over hers as he carne, his hard muscular body jerking against her softer padded curves.

His volleys of sperm squirting deep into her steaming pussy triggered her off, and she came, too. Her moans against his mouth increased, and he savored the distinct fragrant flavor of her breath as it changed. Her mouth writhed under his, and her cries were muffled in his throat. Even after he had finished coming, Dan kept pounding his still rigid cock into her quivering cunt, as if to make up for all the fucks he had missed in his entire life.