John Romero - Coed camp

Dan groaned. He had been trying for over two hours to make out with his girl friend, and the best he could do was to fondle her big, firm tits through her dress and bra. Angie had meant it when she said nothing doing until they were married.

"I'm saving myself for you, Dan honey," she said sweetly but definitely, crossing her shapely legs and pushing his hand away from her thighs.

"I don't want you to save yourself anymore, Angie," he said. "I'm here now. I want you now, baby."

His swollen cock throbbed painfully against the crotch of his tight levis, and a dull ache was building up in his balls.

"When we're married, Danny, it'll be all yours, she said, lacing her fingers behind his neck and pulling his head to hers for a long, passionate kiss.

They were sitting on the porch glider in the patio of Angie's home. It was a warm early June night, and the moon shone across the leaves of the slim poplar tress bordering the wide yard of the Morgans' luxurious home. Mr. and Mrs. Morgan had gone to a party at the country club, and Dan and Angie both knew they wouldn't be home a long time. Her kid brother Robbie was sound asleep upstairs. The time and the place were perfect.

Dan eased the tip of his tongue between her slightly parted lips, and for a moment her breath quickened and her fingers dug into the back of his neck. His hand moved to her full round thighs, bare below the rising hem of her mini-skirt. Her legs started to move apart and he pressed a bit harder to slide his hand between them.

Then she abruptly broke away, clamping her thighs more tightly together.

"Now Dan," she said, "you're just getting yourself all worked up for nothing. I promised my mother I'd wait until after we're married, and that I'd be a virgin on my wedding night."

"I'll bet she wasn't one on her wedding night," he growled.

"Dan! You're going to make me mad if you keep on like that. Now act like a decent man."

"I'm a man, all right. And I need a woman. Look, Angie," he tried again, "this is 1974. Girls don't give a damn about their cherries anymore. If they love a guy, they show it. And anyway, you know I've got to leave in the morning. I won't see you all summer, and baby, I'll miss you something awful."

"I know, Dan. I'll miss you, too. But we can't do it now. You'd think I was cheap. And besides, I might get pregnant."

She shifted her body slightly on the seat and the warm pressure of her thigh against his and her big boob poking against his chest through his thin T-shirt ran his voltage even higher.

She put an arm about his neck again. "You know, Dan, it's just as hard on us girls to wait as it is for you men."

"Don't you believe it, honey," he grumbled. "You don't have this happen to you." And before she realized what he was doing, he had placed her free hand on top of his aching tool.

For a second she let her hand stay there, her fingers closing over it in an unconscious, reflex. Then she snatched her hand away as if it were touching a snake.

"Dan Acres! You're-you're despicable! I don't know if I want to marry you or not." She was really angry now.

But Dan was past caring. His balls were swollen and the ache in them was sharper. A cramping spasm coiled through them.

"Oh!" he groaned, and doubled over, his hand pressing his crotch.

"Dan!" Her anger vanished as she realized he was actually in pain. "What's the matter, honey?" She stroked his bent-over back helplessly.

"I've got a stone-ache," he groaned. "That's something you women don't get. My balls are cramped from frustration." He tried to sit up straight again, then he groaned once more as another pain hit him.

Gingerly she moved a hand down to his leg and began to massage his thigh.

"That's not where it hurts," he gritted.

"But what can I do?" she asked helplessly. "You know we can't do the other."

He groaned again, this time more faked than real, for he sensed that she was beginning to feel a little guilty about his condition.

"I've gotta relieve the pressure some way, Angie. That's the only way to make it stop hurting."

Her cheek was pressed against his now; one arm was still rubbing his back and the other hand was moving up his leg cautiously.

"But what can I do?" she repeated. "I'll do anything but that."

He slumped back against the cushioned back of the glider as if he were about to collapse. "Unzip my pants," he said weakly.

She hesitated for just a moment, then as if she had just committed herself to a plunge into an icy pool, she moved both her hands to his belt. Quickly she unfastened his buckle and unsnapped the top of his levis. Without pausing, she slid down the zipper and reached a slim hand inside his shorts.

As he felt her long smooth fingers moving against his iron-hard shaft, he shuddered slightly from the delightful sensation.

"Take it out, honey," he said softly.

She struggled with it for a moment, but it was so big and stiff it jammed against the tightness of his pants.

"It's stuck," she said, her voice sounding a little strange from her emotions over this new experience.

Dan shifted his ass on the seat, raising his hips so that his unzipped pants slipped down a few inches.

She tried again, her warm hand closing firm around the shaft of his cock right up behind the knob-like head. He heard her gasp, then she twisted it and hauled it out. As it came free of the confines of his pants, she jerked her hand away again, and the long rod leaped upward and reared there, throbbing in the moonlight.

"Rub it, honey," he groaned, afraid that she was going to chicken out. "Oooooh!"

The sound of agony again stirred her sympathy. She reached over and spread her fingers over the head and down the shaft,

"Squeeze it, baby."

Slowly her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft and tightened. A sigh escaped his lips. Then her curiosity overcame her reluctance. She squeezed it tentatively a few times, then pumped up and down slowly. She leaned her head downward to see better. The moonlight was bright, but not that bright, and Dan could tell that she was getting interested.

She's probably never even seen a stiff cock before, he thought.

A thick strand of her long honey-colored hair fell across her shoulder and down, tickling the sensitive head of his dong, and he wiggled his ass slightly.

"Oh, Dan," she exclaimed in wonder, "it's so big! She put her other hand on it, then gripped the shaft with both hands. The head bulged over her upper hand like a mushroom. She took one hand off and gently stroked the head with her fingertips.

"It's just like satin," she said, and leaned down to get a better look, still stroking the huge knob.

Dan tightened his asshole muscles, making his cock expand and rise even higher.

She felt the swelling under her fingers, and she squeezed the shaft. Then she leaned even closer, her hair falling around his cock, and for a minute Dan was sure she was going to put her mouth on it. He held his breath.

She was excited, for she squirmed on the seat of the glider and her breath was coming now in short pants. Her fingers began to squeeze rhythmically about the huge rod in her hands.

Dan moved his ass up and down in slow easy movements, and Angie instinctively responded by pumping up and down in time to his own movements.

"Ah," he sighed, "that's helping a lot. Keep it up, honey."

He noticed that her own squirming was taking on a sort of rhythm too, as she wriggled her shapely ass on the gliders seat. Her fingers started exploring without ever stopping the slow, steady up-and-down pumping. One hand held firmly around the shaft while the other fumbled at the base of his cock, searching out his balls.